So, I just watched a Hallmark (Made for TV) Movie - yes, a guilty pleasure ... most likely because I'm a giant sap and totally hopeless romantic ... but I digress.
I was watching said movie and found one of the actors to be rather handsome so I imbd.com'd the movie to see who he was. In doing so I found out that the movie - which is about traveling and settling the WEST of the North American Continent (for the story took place in Canada mostly) was shot in Bucharest, Romania.
Ummm...
Say what?
I just find it odd ... surely there are areas of the North American continent where one could film a movie about the settling of west of the NORTH AMERICAN CONTINENT.
ODD!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
There's A Mouse in my House
Yipes ... yipes ... yipes!
I'm in the midst of a project for a friend - I've sent him one letter (or note) for every day in the month of October - though this post is not about that project, in one of the letters to him I delineated 'Eight Things He May or May Not Know About Me' ... one of the things I "disclosed" was that if I'm by myself and a bug happens along my path, I am 100% capable of taking care of it. Most of the time I don't even squirm.
HOWEVER ... if there is a bloke about, well, then I turn into a "typical" girl ... I might even scream from buggy surprise or disgust ... definitely shiver with icky'ness and TOTALLY DEMAND that the boy take care of it.
Turn the clock forward about 2 weeks and I discover this ability to deal with a bug when alone most emphatically DOES NOT APPLY TO RODENTS. Ewwwwwwwwww!
There's a mouse in my house (apartment)!
I saw something - which at first I thought might be a birds shadow flying by my kitchen windows - and for whatever reason I decided to investigate ... to be sure it was just a birdie shadow. Standing on a chair I jostle the dishwasher, check in side it, and am almost satisfied that it was simply a shadow. One final jostle of the dishwasher - with me on the floor - prompted the furry little bugger to scamper from underneath it to under the cabinets in the middle of the kitchen - I screamed and jumped back UP ONTO THE CHAIR. For reals yo!
Apparently mice creep me out ... when I think about one being IN MY HOUSE .... eeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
3 Lines of Defense ...
1. 4 Mouse Traps baited with peanut butter await "him" should he try to actually take up residence.
2. I wear my slippers into the kitchen - most of the time - in case he should decide to run across my path, and too close to my tiggy-toes.
3. I make all sorts of noise in the kitchen now ... won't go in until the light is on (this has me leaning around the wall to flick the switch - hilarious, I am sure). Then, with the light on, I clap my hands ... literally tell him to flee, and won't open any of the lower cabinets - or my pantry - without banging on the doors first.
Le sigh ... Go. A-WAY. Mouse.
I need a man.
To be clear, this is the type of mouse that I don't mind being in my house ...
I'm in the midst of a project for a friend - I've sent him one letter (or note) for every day in the month of October - though this post is not about that project, in one of the letters to him I delineated 'Eight Things He May or May Not Know About Me' ... one of the things I "disclosed" was that if I'm by myself and a bug happens along my path, I am 100% capable of taking care of it. Most of the time I don't even squirm.
HOWEVER ... if there is a bloke about, well, then I turn into a "typical" girl ... I might even scream from buggy surprise or disgust ... definitely shiver with icky'ness and TOTALLY DEMAND that the boy take care of it.
Turn the clock forward about 2 weeks and I discover this ability to deal with a bug when alone most emphatically DOES NOT APPLY TO RODENTS. Ewwwwwwwwww!
There's a mouse in my house (apartment)!
I saw something - which at first I thought might be a birds shadow flying by my kitchen windows - and for whatever reason I decided to investigate ... to be sure it was just a birdie shadow. Standing on a chair I jostle the dishwasher, check in side it, and am almost satisfied that it was simply a shadow. One final jostle of the dishwasher - with me on the floor - prompted the furry little bugger to scamper from underneath it to under the cabinets in the middle of the kitchen - I screamed and jumped back UP ONTO THE CHAIR. For reals yo!
Apparently mice creep me out ... when I think about one being IN MY HOUSE .... eeeeeeekkkkkkk!!!!!
3 Lines of Defense ...
1. 4 Mouse Traps baited with peanut butter await "him" should he try to actually take up residence.
2. I wear my slippers into the kitchen - most of the time - in case he should decide to run across my path, and too close to my tiggy-toes.
3. I make all sorts of noise in the kitchen now ... won't go in until the light is on (this has me leaning around the wall to flick the switch - hilarious, I am sure). Then, with the light on, I clap my hands ... literally tell him to flee, and won't open any of the lower cabinets - or my pantry - without banging on the doors first.
Le sigh ... Go. A-WAY. Mouse.
I need a man.
To be clear, this is the type of mouse that I don't mind being in my house ...
Steamboat Willie, thank you Mr. Disney!
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Snail Mail
In this digital age in which we find ourselves, where you can shoot someone a quick - and INSTANT - text message, tweet (I will never), Facebook message, or email -- even before you contemplate actually picking up the phone to call and talk to them -- I find that I still LOVE love love to write letters. Real letters. Hand written snail mail - need to put an actual STAMP on it - mail! And that there are a fair few others out there who share my love of real post.
Birthday Cards.
Christmas Cards.
Postcards.
Penpal Letters.
Cheer up notes.
Congratulations on ... notes.
I'm thinking of you cards.
I love you memo's.
Invites.
Etc...
I love receiving a thank you, even if it is in a digital format, from someone when they receive a letter from me ... and it has touched them. I do believe that it is the little things in life. And snail mail, I think it makes people feel special and loved ... and since they are, why not show it!
I love "real" mail so much that a few years ago I created a postcard birthday party for myself, asking those I knew to send me one for my Birthday. In return, I would send them a postcard within the coming year. Such fun!
Within the last year I have received letters from my niece (she's 6 years old). Awesome!
Additionally, I have one or two friends with whom I "pen pal" ... though we've all been slacking on that as of late ... so I think I'll go write to one of them now, probably my friend in New Zealand, yup ... later gator.
Birthday Cards.
Christmas Cards.
Postcards.
Penpal Letters.
Cheer up notes.
Congratulations on ... notes.
I'm thinking of you cards.
I love you memo's.
Invites.
Etc...
I love receiving a thank you, even if it is in a digital format, from someone when they receive a letter from me ... and it has touched them. I do believe that it is the little things in life. And snail mail, I think it makes people feel special and loved ... and since they are, why not show it!
It's not a hard stretch to realize that I LOVE to receive mail too!
I love "real" mail so much that a few years ago I created a postcard birthday party for myself, asking those I knew to send me one for my Birthday. In return, I would send them a postcard within the coming year. Such fun!
Within the last year I have received letters from my niece (she's 6 years old). Awesome!
Additionally, I have one or two friends with whom I "pen pal" ... though we've all been slacking on that as of late ... so I think I'll go write to one of them now, probably my friend in New Zealand, yup ... later gator.
Random Rant
WHY?????
Why, regardless of how "amazing" their bodies are, do grown-ass women feel the need to wear onsies (most commonly singers) on stage? Onsies ... garments meant for babies! Beyond that, they're garments meant as lingerie, swimsuits or outfits for ballerinas and gymnasts (or if you lived in the late 80's and early 90's "leotard's" worn WITH PANTS in place of a shirt that snap in the crotch) ... I mean, really ... what's that about?
I don't consider myself a prude at all, however I do have a modicum of self respect, and feel rather certain that even if I had a body that I was "never" unhappy with, and even if I was a mega-star singer raking in the millions (with fans who already adored me, with my clothes ON), that I WOULD NOT EVER WEAR A ONSIE AS A COSTUME IN MY SHOW!
I just DON'T get it!
Ok. Random rant over. Ta.
Why, regardless of how "amazing" their bodies are, do grown-ass women feel the need to wear onsies (most commonly singers) on stage? Onsies ... garments meant for babies! Beyond that, they're garments meant as lingerie, swimsuits or outfits for ballerinas and gymnasts (or if you lived in the late 80's and early 90's "leotard's" worn WITH PANTS in place of a shirt that snap in the crotch) ... I mean, really ... what's that about?
I don't consider myself a prude at all, however I do have a modicum of self respect, and feel rather certain that even if I had a body that I was "never" unhappy with, and even if I was a mega-star singer raking in the millions (with fans who already adored me, with my clothes ON), that I WOULD NOT EVER WEAR A ONSIE AS A COSTUME IN MY SHOW!
I just DON'T get it!
Ok. Random rant over. Ta.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Chickens really can fly.
Awesome!
So the other day, Sunday the 8th of September to be exact, I actually SAW a chicken fly ... right across the road ... directly in front of the car I was in - we almost had a super fresh chicken dinner.
Kind of hilarious to see, a chicken, flying. But you know what? It totally made me laugh and pretty much made my day!
Looked a little like this - though this is not my picture - and the chicken I saw was much closer to the ground.
So the other day, Sunday the 8th of September to be exact, I actually SAW a chicken fly ... right across the road ... directly in front of the car I was in - we almost had a super fresh chicken dinner.
Kind of hilarious to see, a chicken, flying. But you know what? It totally made me laugh and pretty much made my day!
Looked a little like this - though this is not my picture - and the chicken I saw was much closer to the ground.
Crazy Plant Lady
I live in a decent sized, one bedroom, apartment that has a lot of windows. Woo hoo to the sunshine!!! This makes me particularly happy because it means I can have plants - even if I don't have a yard - and they won't die from lack of sunlight. Only, I am beginning to "fear" that I'm becoming the crazy plant lady. I suppose that this is better than the crazy cat lady right, RIGHT?!?! (Well, at least in my mind it is.)
At any rate, right now I have 20 thriving plants and another baby spider plant rooting in a glass of water on my windowsill. Twenty plants. In an apartment. Does that make me crazy?
Or is that I'm crazy because I can't stop buying - wanting - more plants?! ;o)
Also, um, some of my plants are kinda crazy ...
Have you ever seen a geranium leaf as big as an adults hand?
Meet my ridiculous pepper plant ... plentiful in foliage ... NOT plentiful in peppers.
So much foliage I've cut it back more than once.
Not even 1 pepper.
Sigh...
So much foliage I've cut it back more than once.
Not even 1 pepper.
Sigh...
That is all, for the moment.
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