NyQuil Poster Child

You know that commercial for NyQuil, the one that says it's the "nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever so you can rest medicine"? I am destined to be their poster child, I think. And this cold or flu - whatever it is - wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the poop.

No, not mine. Buddy's. Our beagle has the runs, and it's been oh-so-fun at our house today. I awoke to the sound of Howie making gagging noises as he cleaned up the first mess of the day, one which the dog managed to make right on top of some computer cables, coax cable and phone lines. I've been taking the dogs out regularly, hoping to avoid any more accidents, but I'm afraid he did it again. I cleaned up the little spot I saw, thinking it was good it was just that little bit...Then I saw more under my desk. Much more. On the carpet, of course.

Waaaaaah! Can I just say that I'm really sick of bodily fluids today, human and otherwise? *sniffle* Okay, I've had my pity party.

Tourism by Microsoft

This computerized kiosk is in the foyer at Heini's Cheese Shop in Berlin, Ohio. People seemed divided into two camps at the sight of me laughing and snapping shots of this thing: those who stared unabashedly and those who averted their eyes. ;)

Better late than never...Monday Mission time!

1. Do you have a favorite piece of poetry or prose written by someone else? Care to share it?

I am very fond of Robert Frost's Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, especially the last line, And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. How often I've felt that way when out enjoying time photographing nature, then realizing how late the hour's gotten and how I need to get home!

2. In High School, did you enjoy creative writing? Do you currently do any other writing in addition to your Blog?

I loved creative writing in high school. One year I was an editor for the Literary Magazine, and that was fun, too. I always write, but not always publically. To me, e-mails deserve as much care and attention as "real" writing. Some of my favorite things to read are well-written letters I receive from friends and family. I want to do more writing, though, even free-lancing if I can find the right avenues.

3. Have you ever noticed that the Blog entries you least expect to get the most comments do, and those you expect to generate a lot of feedback don't? Which Blog entry of yours surprised you by getting a lot of comments? Which one did you think would generate a lot but didn't?

I never expect many comments, so I am really glad when I do see them. I get private e-mails from people, too, and that's fine. I just like hearing back from others; the blogger's curse, I suppose!

4. Sometimes you get a chance to make a lifestyle change that has a huge impact on the course your life takes. That is, a moment where something became very clear to you, and that realization changed your life, such as: the need to leave a relationship, to stop an addiction, to bond with someone, to start a new career, and so on. Have you ever had an "awakening" moment in your life?

There are far too many to mention. Realizing I wanted to marry Howie was a big one. We'd gotten to be friends over a period of almost a year, and three days after we first kissed and began dating in earnest, I realized I didn't want to be with anyone but him. I blurted this out to him one evening, then freaked out that I'd said it, feeling it was carved in stone. Then, I realized it was okay even if it had been carved in stone, because it was so true.

Recently, I have become much more aware of how my actions affect other people, both positively and negatively. I know I need to be out with people, not only for myself and my need to connect, but also to encourage them. And I know I need to work much harder on not running late, because it devalues the person who's waiting when I dilly-dally around and run behind. Gee, I think my most recent realization can be summed up in the words it ain't all about me!

5. Then there are other times where you can have a huge impact on someone else's life. You suggest they see a doctor, stop them from taking that last drink, or maybe just say some kind words at the moment. Have you made a lasting positive impact on the life of someone else?

I sure hope so. I try to encourage people, even complete strangers. I try to smile, knowing how one smile can bouy my heart on a rough day. I believe very much in the power of words.

6. Are there any charities or organizations which you support? How did you come to be involved with them?

Mainly, we support our church, though we've been absent for a long time and have not been as faithful with our pocketbooks as we once were. Other than that, I am more vocally supportive than financially.

7. Care to collaborate with me? Help me out and write the rest of this poem:

I drifted though a dream last night,
visions full of colors bright.
My thoughts began to drift to you,
and in an instant we were two.

I touched your hand,
We began to blend,
Filled with a feeling
that should have no end.

A question knitted tight your brow
You tried to ask, not knowing how
To vocalize that heart-felt need
Without sounding full of greed

BONUS: Hey cutie, what's up with this attitude?

Awww, c'mon Babyface, don't be cruel...

Cold Viruses by E-Mail

Well, I have a cold. I swear, I got this virus from my aunt, who e-mailed me and said she and her hubby have just reached the turning point in their colds and are starting to feel better. This insiduous cold virus of hers made its way through cyberspace and landed right on my fingertips. Thanks, Bonnie. *sigh* Right now, I could sing a low baritone rather than alto. I could give Phoebe Buffay a good run for her money with the sexy cold-voice thing. I have a voice which would scare small children, so keep them away. Keep them away, anyway; I don't want their germs right now, since I have quite enough of my own, thankyouveddymuch.

Now that you're sufficiently grossed out, let me post a pretty little picture to make up for it. This is Emma, mooning over her beloved Nylabone:

Lap Dance

This Lap dance is one of the funniest Flash animations I've seen. Don't worry, it's just about a guy and his cat, LOL.

The Bunnies' Keeper

This boy was shielding these dwarf rabbit babies from the sun at the family's small market set-up near Heini's Cheese Shop in Berlin, Ohio. He and his brothers took turns holding the umbrella, and a battery-powered fan also provided a breeze. I stood a discreet distance away and used the zoom on the camera, and I made sure not to get a full-face shot of the boy...But I had to take this picture. Having the LED on enabled me to rest the camera on a fencetop and glance down at the screen to frame the shot rather than holding the camera up to my eye.

Yesterday Howie and I drove over to Berlin with my folks, our friend Kathy following us in her plant-packed car, for a get-together with some other Ohio Dave's Garden folks. We visited a bit in the parking lot of Tis The Season a year-round Christmas shop, traded some plants and seeds, then headed over to Der Dutchman for some good food. It's always been so cool to meet the folks we've come to know and enjoy online, and this was no exception. They're the salt of the earth. :)

I spent the night at Angie's last night and Howie got to be a bachelor and watch a football movie with the dogs, LOL. Angie'd invited me to church with her since it was Friend Day, so I thought why not? It was really cool, from the Sunday school talk to the worship (great music!) to the sermon. It was just what The Doctor ordered. Angie's going to be baptised tonight, so I'm hanging out with her all day and meeting Howie back at the church for the service. It's been such a cool weekend, even if I was reluctant to get moving. I always enjoy being out and around people once I get going...It's just the getting-going that's tough.

Thanks, Angie. :)

The Friday Five

1. What was/is your favorite subject in school? Why?

It was definitely art. It allowed me to be creative without having to adhere to rules of syntax. It also let me lose myself in the medium for even that finite time, something important for a troubled kid. Anyone who creates with their hands will know what I'm talking about; it's wonderful.

2. Who was your favorite teacher? Why?

It would have to be David Scherer, who taught my fourth grade class at Wescott Elementary in Northbrook, IL. He had brown hair and a beard, and kind eyes. My home life was violent and dismal with my father, and I carried my frustration and anger to school. I acted out Mr. Scherer's class as I did in all my classes, but with him I'd met my match. A telling memory I have is about a day he told me to go to the Principal's office. I refused and sat stubbornly at my desk. Well, Mr. Scherer grabbed onto the desk and pulled it -- and me -- down the hallway toward the Principal's office! Looking back, I wonder if he just did that in terrific humor, or if I pissed him off so much he didn't know what else to do!

We had big cardboard study carrols to use in the classroom, letting us make cubicles out of our desks (early indoctrination into a Dilbert society! My God!!). Mr. Scherer set up the carrols like a gameshow set and held spelling contests, too. It was in his class that I learned to spell psychology; we all learned to spell it by year's end. Do kids still learn to spell psychology in fourth grade?

He also was the person responsible for me finishing the required half-mile track for the President's Physical Fitness Program. I was as far from athletic as a kid could be, and I hated gym class. Mr. Scherer stayed after school with me one day and we went around that half-mile track together, alternately walking ten steps and jogging ten steps until we had finished. I still am not athletic, but that memory really stays with me.

And, yes, I was hopelessly in love with him. In truth, he was the first positive male role model I ever had. He left teaching to work at a bank, and for a while we kept in touch by phone. His leaving the education field was a loss for children, especially those without a niche of their own.

3. What is your favorite memory of school?

Second to all those I listed above, it would have to be the times I snuck out of lunch period and went to eat lunch with Joseph Zulawski, my seventh-grade art teacher at John H. Springman Junior High in Glenview, IL. I was labelled a behavioral problem and bussed to that school to participate in that school's special ed classes. I was a very bright girl, and bored silly with what they tried to pass off as lessons. The one place I found myself was in the arts arts, both visual and music. We'd sit and eat and just talk as friends. He was another good man God saw fit to put in my life.

When I graduated from eighth grade, Mr. Zulawski gave me a box of treasures: a box of charcoals, an art gum eraser, a timer...Just an odd assortment of little things, but ones I treasure. I don't do charcoal drawings to speak of, but I still have that worn little grey cardboard box of charcoal sticks. Mr. Z and I corresponded for a while after I moved to Ohio, but we lost touch. He was a good man.

4. What was your favorite recess game?

Reading. I hated recess. I wasn't a popular kid, and didn't play kickball, hopscotch and all that. I was pretty much self-entertaining, and I still am. Not that I didn't want to be with people, and not that I don't enjoy being around people now, no. I just play well by myself. :)

5. What did you hate most about school?

I think the darkest time school-wise was junior high. In retrospect, I realize I was clinically depressed as a pre-teen and teenager. Back in those days, I went to a counselor, but they just didn't give kids anti-depressants. I wonder how differently my life would have turned out had I had those amazing, helpful medications back then instead of decades later.

As I said, I was sent to a neighboring town for school because they had a special ed program. The stigma attached to any kids in those classes was longstanding. That, combined with my then-combative nature and lashing out, made school life difficult. Until I was "mainstreamed" into the "normal" classes there, my lessons were comprised of readings, followed by questions and sometimes puzzles, from workbooks so simplistic it was embarrassing. I would get weeks worth of lessons done in an afternoon, then have time to kill. Nothing's worse than an emotionally hurting, but intelligent child who has run out of things with which to occupy her time. I got in trouble a lot, but Mr. Zulawski was my saving grace and sanity during that time. If you're out there, Mr. Z, I love you.

A new twist on the lemon truism

I read this today at The Anti-Adelphia Movement, and it struck me rather funny:

When life gives you lemons, squeeze the juice into a water gun and shoot as many people as you can in the eye.

Don't you just feel like doing that sometimes? ;)

Real Men Do Clean!

In answer to Vikki's question, yes, I have been cleaning! Howie borrowed his friend's steam cleaner this weekend, and he cleaned the carpet, couch and loveseat (and the myriad of cushions that go on them). He attacked the living room with the gusto of a true man -- nothing was beyond his reach. The baseboards, the exposed wood floors, even the windows! AND he took the miniblinds outside and hosed them down. Boy, I love that man! In the meantime, I concentrated on cleaning the &%#)^ out of the bathroom and kitchen. Will the smell of ammonia ever leave my hands? ;)

To all you lurkers: Glad you're here. Just wanted to say hi. You can comment - I won't bite! ;)

Promoguy's Monday Mission

1. Where were you and what was happening in your life the moment when you first became aware of what was happening at the World Trade Center in New York City last September 11th? What was the first thing you did when you heard the news?

Howie and I had just gotten up and he'd read the news at Dave's Garden. It was unreal watching it unfold, and I remember just feeling dumbstruck. One of the first things I did was call the friends my folks were visiting out of state, just needing that connection and to make sure they were okay. They'd already gotten to the friends' home, and they were all watching the news together.

2. When those truly responsible for the attack are apprehended, what do you think would be the most fitting form of justice?

My first inclination is a trial, and death to those who are behind it. Of course, that would make those people martyrs, I suppose, and that could serve to fan the flames. But if they are kept imprisoned, there would be attempts to free them and who knows where that would lead, either. Yuck. The problem is knowing who really is behind it, I guess. I am not a big politcal person, to be honest. And these questions make me squirm...I don't blacklist an entire ethnicity based on the actions of a few. I know politics are going to outweigh any normalcy in due process. But I think any murderer should be brought before justice if the evidence is clear. Justice...Boy, that's weighted, isn't it? Just working through this folks - I don't see any black and white at this point.

3. This will probably be much like when our parents respond to "Where were you when JFK was shot?"- an event never forgotten by those who were there. But how do you think the history books should present the 9-11 attacks? Should it be included for all future generations? How can we truly convey the shock, the outrage, the emotions and pain of that day to the children of our children?

YES, I believe it should be included! First-hand accounts of those searching for their missing friends and families, stories of the brave people who volunteered to aid in the seraches...None of it should be kept out. I don't know how you could fully convey the shock and pain of it; after all, there are those who staunchly believe the Holocaust never happened. Tell that to the tattood survivors and their families.

4. No one in that building, in the Pentagon, or on the planes (other than the terrorists) knew that 9-11 would be their last day to be alive. For me, it brought home the reality that I could be gone at anytime, without any warning. Now, I really want each day to have some value. Did the events of 9-11 bring about a change in the way you live your life?

I am more thankful of my friends, and more conscious of keeping in touch with them. I must admit that, as that date fell further into the past, my sense of urgency about it has declined. I have, as the pundits told us to, tried to "go on living my life" and to me that sometimes become a very insular existance.

5. Several who loved to fly in planes will not step foot in one anymore. Many parents are more protective of their children. A year later, do you find yourself feeling more secure than back then? Or is it just a matter of time before something else happens?

I vascillate between feeing doomed and forgetting there's even anything wrong. I guess I feel a sense of anticipation, feeling something is going to happen, but I try not to dwell on it. What can my worrying about it do to change it? I can pray, though, and I do.

6. The best way for me to honor the those impacted by the attack will be to refrain from any media that day. No papers, no radio and especially no television. Others will light candles, and others will attend special services. What, if anything, will you do to personally reflect on the tragedy?

I think I will talk to others about it, especially with the close community of friends I have online. I don't know how much regular media I want to see, or I can handle seeing again. I watched a little bit of 60 Minutes Sunday night, but I made myself quit watching because...Well, because I didn't want to see the images again. I'll never forget them.

7. One of the visuals that touched me the most were the walls and walls full of hand made "Missing" posters. What image will you always have in your mind when you recall the events of 9-11?

The image I will carry forever is one of people leaping from the towers, choosing to jump rather than be burned alive. It's so horrific, especially the pair seen jumping hand-in-hand. Oh, God.

BONUS: Who's gonna come around when you break?

Who? Why The Cars, of course.

No, Buddy...

As most of you know, our beagle is named Buddy. He's a good little guy, but he's sorely tempted by trash and anything remotely chewable. Just now, he was nosing around in the trash can by the desk (banana peel...irresistable). I intoned in a low voice, "No, Buddy...."

Then Howie chimed in, "knows the trouble I've seen".

Sheesh.

Something Fishy...

Today, thanks to the arrival of a check from Greenfield Online for some surveys I took, mom and I hit some garage sales while our husbands watched an OSU football game together. I was happy as a clam to find a big fishtank and wrought iron stand at one of the garage sales, It came with two Whisper power filters (one is a large, double-cartridge one, and the other is a single), two air pumps, a bubbler, and a heater. The only thing I need to get is a hood and light.

I asked the owner what he wanted for it and he said...are you ready? He said he'd take $20 for everything.

No, that's not a typo. That, my friends, is an answer to prayer. I've been wanting one of these large tanks for at least ten years, but they've always been too much for me to justify the expense, even for a used set. Well, and it's easier to justify computer and camera expenses, LOL. The tank is older (from what I've seen in online searches, Metaframe no longer manufactures aquariums), but the owner said he'd kept goldfish in it while he worked on his pond, and the tank did not leak. Shoot, the stand alone is worth $20, and I could easily make it into a nice sofa table if the mood ever struck.

Even if it did leak, my mom said she's fixed leaks in fishtanks before, so why not give it a try? We're giving it a try in the garage first, LOL...There's a cement floor sloping toward a drain there. Hey, I'm optomistic, not stupid!

Gallery

I loaded a few pictures on my homepage until I get a gallery going. Peruse and enjoy. :)

4 O'Clock Heaven

I began harvesting seeds from my psychedelic yellow and fuschia Four O'Clock plants today. I tell ya, it's fun to tap those tips, so laden with with ripe, black seeds, into the rim of a coffee can and hear the plink! plink! as the ripe seeds come loose and hit the bottom. These plants predate our ownership of this house, and I suspect they've been here for many years. They can be propagated by tuber or by seed, so I've got lots to move to other areas of the yard and to share. They are a bit past their peak of flowering, but still making lots of blooms each evening. Like me, they run late. Here, they should be called Six O'Clocks, I think.

It's The Friday Five time again!

1. What is your biggest pet peeve? Why?

What excellent timing on this one. My biggest pet peeve has got to be people who throw cigarette butts and/or trash out their car windows! Like whoever owns this car did...

Yes, I always have my camera handy when I'm out. This guy just ticked....me....off. He and his buddies looked like some kinda rough guys, so I just did the passive-aggressive thing and took a picture of his car and license plate rather than confront him directly. Heh. But now his idiocy is publicized around the world. Jerk. My big fantasy is to pick up a cigarette butt and flick it back in the person's car window, saying "Hey, you DROPPED something."

2. What irritating habits do you have?

Well, this pot sure ain't callin' the kettle black, here. I have lots of irritating habits; they irritate not only those outside my skin, but the one inside it. I am a perfectionist and put things off until the last minute. I talk too much sometimes, even as the words are cascading out of my mouth and I cringe inwardly to hear the blather issuing forth, I seem powerless to quell it. It's mostly when I'm nervous, I have not been out amongst other live human beings for a while, and/or when I've had too much caffeine. I need one of those T-shirts which says, "I'm talking and I can't shut up!"

3. Have you tried to change the irritating habits or just let them be?

Oh, yes, I've tried. The talking thing is something I'm especially conscious of, because I don't like it when people monopolize conversations and I don't want to do that to others.

4. What grosses you out more than anything else? Why?

No contest: The medical documentaries showing things like liposuction and breast augmentation surgery. Ooooooh, yuck. But it's like a car wreck, and I still must peek. Ish.

5. What one thing can you never see yourself doing that other people do?

I was going to say I can't see myself being purposefully mean, really nasty, to someone. But that would be a lie. Everyone has their moments of lashing out in anger and self-righteous nastiness. What I can't see happening is me acting that way and not immediately feeling a twinge of conviction. I can't see myself doing that and not feeling bad about it.

Good Lines

Hee, hee...Howie (aka my DH, aka TheHMan) drew a picture of me and put it on his webpage. I've added it to my sidebar here...I love it!

In The Zone

Today I enjoyed taking a couple hundred pictures at my mom's house, all outdoors. She and dad have a garden just jam-packed with all sorts of plants, both blooming and non-blooming. There are ornamental grasses, hostas, sedums...Sunflowers, firecracker vines, canna lilies...Ponds with water hyacinths, lotus, waterlilies...Just everything in its season. Looking through the pictures from today makes me feel so happy. I think actually taking the shots pleases me even more.

When I was younger, I never could understand what athletes meant when they'd recall being in "the zone" during a game. I guess I've gotten involved with my music or artwork in that way, but maybe never quite to the extent that I'd call it "the zone". (Although worship in music would qualify, yes, but this context is a bit different).

But photography, there is my zone! When I was knee-deep in the ornamental grasses today, getting just the right angle for a shot, I was there. And what came bursting to my mind were the words of the character Simon in As Good As It Gets. Simon's an artist, and a few times he expresses that need to capture something he sees. Oh, I can so relate to that! It's like the scene where Carol is drawing a bath at the hotel, and Simon is mesmirized; he's not lusting after her (he's gay, for one), but he's captivated. And he says "I have to draw you!".

Yes! I have to take pictures. I can't type fast enough to keep up with the excitement I feel just at saying this. I see all these marvelous things - colors, patterns, events, blooms, expressions, ironies - and I just have to record them. Even if those images are destined to be seen by only a handful of people, only my family, I need to take them. Life - everything around us - is just so cool if you just look.

I especially love close-up photography. Doing close-up work has taught me to notice things fully. Today, for instance, I saw a tiny crab spider on one of mom's flowers. Had I not been looking closely at the blooms, I never would have seen it. These spiders blend in with their suroundings, much like a chameleon does; if you're not looking, you'll miss them. I loved the fact that I saw it. Wooooooo! I was so excited to see it, I exclaimed aloud. And I was so glad I could get a picture of it to share.

This is why I quit carrying a purse in favor of my camera bag and gear. There's too many times I've been out and seen something truly wonderful, only to rue the fact that my camera was back home. I don't want to miss a thing! :)

I think I need to get some sleep now, LOL. I've been working on my photos from today and felt compelled to blog this while it was fresh in my mind.

I'm working on a photo gallery, but it's not ready for its debut just yet. But stay tuned!

Update About Chanah

This is the same thing I posted at her site, so just skim it if you've already been there, LOL.

Vikki called and said the surgeon got in there and saw everything from her tonsilectomy had healed up nicely...Except one scab. A big scab (since those tonsils were whoppers, you'll recall). That one scab, though, was over an artery, so when it came off, she bled. A lot. He cauterized the artery with the laser, just to be safe, and they cleaned out her stomach so there wouldn't be any blood coming up if she got nauseated. The whole Willis clan has seen enough blood for a lifetime, don't you think? And, AND...Chanah went back home this afternoon. She slept several hours; when she woke up, she said she was HONGRY and promptly downed two bowls of ice cream. She's playing games on their computer right now.