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Thursday, 13 August 2009

  • The Good Ole Days

    If you're my age, many of the things we thought were so vogue, are now, like (said as junior high-ish as possible) SO OLD SCHOOL. 

    I can remember congregating with friends around my computer in high school, waiting for the loud modem to finish dialing as it connected us to the online world of CompuServe & its chat rooms.  My friends and I would wait anxiously as we were asked name/gender/age/location from random people around the world.  We thought we had arrived at the pinnacle of technologically coolness.  Once, we found a self-proclaimed 'hot young fireman' who sent us a poem on love from 1 Corinthians.  Later we found out he was a 50+ year old man that no doubt has made his professional debut on the lastest episode of "To Catch a Preditor."  Those were the days.  I saved friend's emails on floppies & even printed some of them off on the paper with preforated leader strips.  Our youth group went on poloroid hunts, and I'd waste quarters on the nearby pizza parlor's video games.  Yes, those were 'the days.'

    I am thankful for the technology that we have today.  Yet, in a world where technology is king, it is also sad how much it consumes us!  Michael and I recently went on a date and watched another young couple with a baby at a nearby table.  They spent their meal across from one another on their iphones as they silently ate dinner together.  We live in a society where TVs rule our living room, the movie theater is America's favorite pastime, and the marriage status of reality show stars are googled more than anything that is actually worth googling.  I am not exempt.  I too often find myself reading facebook statuses, googling the unimportant, and checking my email one thousand four hundred twenty two times a day when I should otherwise be doing something much more productive.  There is nothing inherently wrong with technology.  It's just that technology has a way of sucking us into relationship and productivity oblivion...

    Okay, now that I'm down from my soap box...I got a kick out of this article from PCWORLD, found here (or copied below). Take a minute to remember just how far technology has come.  It may just make you chortle as you remember the good ole days, though a few may bring a frown...

    Obsolete Technology: 40 Big Losers; Old tech friends we used for years are now deceased or on life support. Remember shrieking modems, paper phone books, and the C:\ prompt?
    JR Raphael, PC World
    Wednesday, August 12, 2009 09:15 PM PDT

    By the time you read this story, the Internet may be obsolete. 
    Okay, maybe not. But you never know. With technology evolving at breakneck speed, no one can say for sure what's around the next corner--to say nothing of the one after that. The circle of life, however, remains constant: When a new high-tech creation is born, something else may die as a result. Sometimes, the loss is a good thing--who wants busy signals or staticky TV?--but at other times, the departure stirs bittersweet feelings (remember saying farewell to your trusty old C:\ prompt?).We've compiled a list of 40 once-commonplace activities that are rapidly approaching extinction. Some are in danger of disappearing, while others have already vanished. So join us for a spirited send-off.


    1. Playing Video Games at an Arcade
    Status: On life support
    Once a favorite activity of geeks worldwide, going to the arcade to play video games began fading away in the mid-1990s, just as going to the arcade to play pinball had done a decade before. A few arcades survive, but the days of gamers lining up to toss quarters into Street Fighter or Mortal Kombat are long gone. It's easy to see why: The advent of advanced gaming systems allows you to experience the same action at home, minus the dungeon-like lighting, the deafening game noise, and the premature exhaustion of your lunch money for the week.

    2. Running Out of Hard-Drive Space
    Status: Deceased
    With terabyte-size drives now selling for less than $70, hard drives that exceed your storage needs aren't exactly hard to come by these days. But remember when an 80MB drive was the pinnacle of luxury and a 1GB drive would have seemed as spacious as Carlsbad Caverns?

    3. Getting a Busy Signal
    Status: Nearly deceased
    Thanks to advances in voicemail and call-waiting technology, you rarely hear that annoying broken tone any more. Unless, of course, you're voting for American Idol or listening to Pink Floyd.

    4. Going on a "Blind" First Date
    Status: Deceased
    What with Google, dating sites, and a slew of social networks, it's not difficult to get to know a person digitally before choosing to interact with them in a brick-and-mortar environment. Heck, you might even get to know them intimately before ever meeting. Or instead of ever meeting.

    5. Needing to Be 18 to Have Access to Porn
    Status: Deceased
    It may sound crazy, but in the old days a fella had to be 18 to get his hands on prurient materials--either that or have an easily bribable older brother. Or a friend with such a brother. Or a dad with an obvious stash. Not that I know anything about such matters.

    6. Chatting With the SysOp
    Status: Deceased
    The SysOp--short for system administrator--was a figure of power beginning in the late 1970s and continuing into the early 1990s. As the creator and overlord of the local bulletin board system (BBS), the SysOp watched over the users who dialed into his pre-Internet electronic communication system. He chatted with visitors, kept the system running smoothly, and occasionally hit the disconnect button when someone remained logged in for too long.

    7. Paying for Long Distance
    Status: Nearly deceased
    Once upon a time, people had to pay expensive per-minute fees for long distance. Then, the big bad cell phone came along and blew those charges away like a straw house. The end.

    8. Getting Fuzzy TV Reception
    Status: Deceased
    When the United States flipped the switch on an all-digital broadcasting system this summer, it also effectively sent the fuzzy "white snow" to the graveyard. So long, annoying static; we always loathed you.

    9. Hearing the Sound of a Modem Connecting
    Status: Nearly deceased
    How a familiar series of sounds could simultaneously be so grating and so gratifying is a mystery that man may never unlock. Jonesing for a fix? Try the 56K Modem Emulator.

    10. Shooting Polaroids
    Status: Nearly deceased
    Polaroid plans to stop selling its signature instant film at the end of this year.

    11. Waiting to Get Photos Developed
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Though film-based cameras aren't completely gone, the advantages of digital snapshots --namely, that you can view a picture immediately after taking it and that you can discard bad shots at no cost--have certainly made traditional cameras far less common.

    12. Typing on a Typewriter
    Status: Nearly deceased
    The clickity-clackity sound of the standard typewriter has quieted over the years. Unless you work in the New York City Police Department, which reportedly just signed a $1 million typewriter-purchasing contract.

    13. Removing the Perforated Leader Strips From Continuous-Feed Paper Printouts
    Status: Nearly deceased
    Born in the 1970s, the dot matrix printer delivered low-quality printouts for nearly two full decades before inkjet technology offered an alternative that was slightly less hard on the eyes. The dot matrix printer will be remembered for its frequent paper jams; for its slow, noisy operation; and for the thin strips of perforated paper that you had to tear (carefully, so you didn't end up with a document that looked as though a tiny but voracious shrew had been sampling it) off the left and right sides of a printout once their work of keeping the paper properly aligned in the printer was done.

    14. Having Easy-to-Remember TV Channel Numbers
    Status: Nearly deceased
    Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on? More like 557 channels (and still nothin' on). Try writing a catchy tune to that, Springsteen.

    15. Checking Your Answering Machine
    Status: Seriously ill
    "Hi, you've reached the answering machine. I'm still around, but most people are now using dial-in voicemail instead of me. What a bunch of ungrateful little...BEEP!"

    16. Enjoying Complete Privacy
    Status: On life support
    In the face of constant monitoring by Google and the many forms of GPS tracking in our lives (social networking shoe, anyone?), privacy has become a rare and precious commodity within the connected world. Speaking of which, that's a nice shirt you're wearing today.

    17. Making Someone a Real Mix Tape
    Status: Deceased
    Web sites like Mixtape.com and Songza may attempt to fill the void, but the art of laboring over a custom-made mix tape tailored for a special occasion or a special person--as romanticized by John Cusack's character in High Fidelity--seems to have gone the way of electrical appliance repair and blacksmithing. It's a damn shame, too, because mix tapes made great gifts for dates (and by "great" I mean "potentially highly prized by the recipient and yet incredibly cheap and easy to assemble").

    18. Wearing a Calculator Watch
    Status: Deceased
    Affectionately dubbed "the nerd watch," the calculator watch once served as a proud badge of a person's abiding amusement with mathematics--as diagnostic as a pocket protector or membership in the high school Slide Rule Club. Nowadays, the only sure way to ascertain an individual's true geek quotient is to test their Star Trek knowledge.

    19. Seeing Pages and Pages of Phone Sex Ads in the Back of Free City Weeklies
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Those naughty 900 numbers may still exist, but cybersex and the scandal-du-jour phenomenon of sexting have stolen most of the spotlight from landline lovin' these days. Not to mention that Craigslist and online events calendars have left free city weeklies looking pretty anorexic themselves. It's true that lying about yourself and your various physical characteristics is just as easy when you're talking on the phone as when you're typing on a keyboard--unless the lie is "I don't sound like Donald Duck"--but online the person you're communicating with can't hear that repellant note of desperation in your voice.


    20. Using a Public Phone Booth
    Status: On life support
    Now that everyone and his cockatiel has a cell phone, public phone booths are getting tougher to track down. Translation: Superman is screwed.

    21. Dialing on a Rotary Phone
    Status: Nearly deceased
    The ease of touchtone dialing has made active use of rotary phones a novelty, though it isn't clear whether those old Bell Telephone models will ever become truly rare, since they were built to withstand thermonuclear attack. In any case, mimes may never let the motion go from their repertoire.

    22. Storing Data on a Floppy Disk
    Status: Nearly deceased
    A disk with 1.44MB of storage? Shyeah, right. The once-standard protocol for storing and transferring data seems puny by today's file-size standards. (And don't even get started with the truly floppy 5.25-inch variety.) Few new PCs are being built with floppy disk drives anymore; and as a result, the era of the A:\ prompt is in its twilight. As for the Zip drive, Iomega may still say it sells 'em--but is anyone buying it?

    23. Booting Up to a C:\ Prompt
    Status: Nearly deceased
    DOS, we'll always fondly remember seeing your blinking prompt upon boot-up. Rest in peace, dear friend.

    24. Typing on an Old-School Word Processor
    Status: Deceased
    Let's face it: Doogie Howser wouldn't have been nearly as endearing if he had typed his nightly journal on Microsoft Office 2010. But boy, that plain blue-and-white screen just screams "1991."

    25. Having Your Mobile Phone Attached to Your Car
    Status: Deceased
    I remember those early mobile phones that mechanics installed in people's cars. What I can't remember, though, is what today's important-looking Bluetooth-always-in-the-ear guys did to make themselves look like tools back then.

    26. Putting in a Videotape to Watch a Movie
    Status: On life support
    Dearly beloved, we gather here today to mourn the passing of VHS. The lucky twin of the long-deceased Betamax (whose cause of death remains a source of controversy decades later), VHS gave us hours of videotape-watching enjoyment--and almost as many hours of trying to adjust the blasted tracking knob to get a steady picture.

    27. Holding Up a Lighter at a Concert
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Listening to a power ballad in a dimly lit stadium without a sea of gently undulating lighters for company is like spending time at Twitter without a sea of social media experts offering their insights and informed criticism: Something about it doesn't feel right. Sure, holding up thousands of illuminated cell phones might be safer--but even if the phones have virtual lighter apps installed, it just isn't the same.

    28. Watching a Movie on a Laser Disc
    Status: Deceased
    The only proof that anyone ever actually watched movies on laser disc is the (at this writing) 5282 entries posted on eBay by people trying to dump their LDs. But whether fact or fiction, the technology is definitely obsolete now.

    29. Using Proper Grammar and Punctuation
    Status: On life support
    txting and iming has made proper grammar seems kinda old skoo, dont u thnk? heres hoping 4 capitalization & punctuation 2 make a comeback in emails & other writing. the gr8 gatsby probly wuld hv been way less gr8 if it wuz written like this. lol

    30. Getting a New Car With a Cigarette Lighter
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Built-in cigarette lighters--standard-issue accessories for many nicotine-friendly decades--are losing favor among automobile manufacturers. In fact, most new cars today ship cigarette lighter-free, instead dedicating the ports to electronics charging.

    31. Flipping On an Incandescent Light Bulb
    Status: On life support
    More and more nations are saying so long to the traditional incandescent light bulb and encouraging their citizens to use relatively ecology-friendly, energy-saving bulbs. Cartoon characters getting "bright ideas" have yet to adapt, however.

    32. Sitting in Front of a CRT Monitor
    Status: On life support
    I won't miss staring at blurry, hard-to-read text on a CRT screen. But I will miss the dramatic effect of seeing one of those bad boys dropped from a third-story window. Flatscreen monitors may be more aerodynamic, but they just don't blow up as well.

    33. Playing Music on an Audiocassette
    Status: Nearly deceased
    You can try to rewind, but the life of the cassette is on its last legs. If anyone knows a practical application for four boxes of late-1980s, early-1990s rock tapes, please advise.

    34. Going to the Local Music Store to Check out CDs
    Status: On life support
    Local music stores are becoming harder and harder to find. Here's hoping that the remaining few can manage to hang on/ Losing them would leave a cultural void that iTunes is not equipped to fill.

    35. Getting an AOL Disk or CD in the Mail; Status: Deceased
    Ever wonder how many of those floppies and CDs AOL sent out over the years? You're not alone. But no one seems to know the answer. The supply of AOL marketing material appeared endless, right up until the mailings stopped a few years back. People who devoted their time to collecting or shunning the discs haven't figured out what to do with themselves since (nor have I figured out what I'm supposed to use for coasters now).

    36. Looking Up Numbers in the Phone Book
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Phone companies still hand them out, but printed phone books have definitely seen better days. The combined influence of the Web and of phone services such as GOOG-411 has sharply reduced everyday use of phone books; and today the traditional walking of fingers through wood-pulp pages seems antiquated to many tech-friendly families (and wasteful to many green-friendly families).

    37. Using Carbon Copy Paper
    Status: Nearly deceased
    With even low-end printers now able to scan, copy, and possibly make toast, you don't see old-fashioned carbon copy paper too often, making carbon paper a candidate to join purple-on-white mimeograph paper any day now in the museum of antiquities. And I doubt that anyone's complaining.

    38. Sending Documents via Fax
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Why fax when you can attach? Especially since most documents are now created on computers, the facsimile may soon find itself on the endangered species list. Fear not, though, Office Space fans: The legend "PC Load Letter" will live on forever.

    39. Rockin' Out With Your Boombox
    Status: Nearly deceased

    Your iPod may look cool, but can you balance it on your shoulder and blare your funky beats at obnoxiously high volumes? Didn't think so. The boombox-- also known as the jambox, the ghetto blaster, or the jerkface apparatus--reached its peak popularity during the 1980s, when big hair, stone-washed jeans, and bad dancing enjoyed similarly unaccountable heydays. Though updated editions of the boombox may be on the market today, the era of not being able to ride in peace on a randomly selected public conveyance on a randomly selected day is, thankfully, behind us.

    40. Giving Someone Your Undivided Attention During a Social Interaction
    Status: Showing signs of illness
    Oh, come on--talking without simultaneously texting or tweeting is so 2008.

     

    Maren Again: If you made it this far, you're a trooper!  Anything else you can remember not on this list?

Monday, 03 August 2009

  • So Punny

    A week ago, I took Pierson on a walk to drop off some zuchhini bread at some church friends’ house.  On the way back, we passed our friends, the Wrights' house  They had a babysitter and her friend (both of whom I know) that evening.  They saw me walking and all the kids and the sitters came outside to chat.  I talked to them for a little bit and they they shared with me that they had been waiting for the pizza delivery man for a long time.  I figured I'd call the Pizza place and check on the status of their delivery.  When I called the restaurant, I was told that the order was for CARRYOUT!  I figured it would be quicker for me to go pick up the pizza than to put them in the queue for delivery.  So, I high-tailed it home, got in my car, drove to pickup the pizza, and delivered it back to the kids, who were by this time HUNGRY.

    My friend, Mrs. Wright emailed a message of thanks.  Wanna know my reply?

    "Hey, glad I could help!  I was just at the "WRIGHT PLACE" at the right time."

     Bah-dum-ching.  Stand up fees available upon request.

    Happy Monday!

Tuesday, 28 July 2009

  • Snookered

    Pierson is 3 months old!

    I have a love-hate relationship with computers.  What should have taken me 30 minutes to do, has quickly eaten up my entire evening.  I should be in bed. I know little guy will call to me sooner than later, yet I am wide awake...or as much as I can be at this stage of life.  I should be sleeping, yet I'll give you a snippet into what has consumed my life for the past several hours (besides fixing computer problems...) 

    How can I ignore such a sweet, sweet face when those little eyes and chubby rolls clearly call my name?  Thanks to you , baby~ I'm snookered (and tired!). 



     
     


Saturday, 23 May 2009

  • Just Because...

    Sweet baby,
    I love your little hands.
    I love the smiles, of which you aren't even aware.
    I love your grunts.
    I love the way you need me.
    I love your soft skin.
    I love how you spit up more on me than on yourself.
    I love the strange faces that you make.
    I love your puckered lips.
    I love how you are learning to focus, but how you spend the majority of time with your eyes crossed.
    I love to watch you sleep.
    I love that you dirty a diaper right after you've been changed.
    I love you even though you disturb my sleep.
    I love you for nothing you've done.
    I love you, sweet baby, just because.

     

    Pierson is 7 weeks old today!  Where does time go?  These pics were taken when he was one month old.

Friday, 01 May 2009

  • My bowling ball dropped.

    To continue on with the analogy from last post, my bowling ball has officially dropped and my little guy has now entered the world.  Pierson Michael was born last Saturday morning at 10:38 a.m.  For being 5+ weeks early, he was certainly a good size, and I'm quite thankful that I didn't carry him the full 40 weeks...  Let's just say that my 'bowling ball' was a good enough size. I can't imagine a 10+ pound baby! 

    Though previously having the thought that 99% of all babies are hideous ugly, please note that mine is definitely the exception.  He's beautiful.  (I see you rolling your eyes now--It's okay. hahahah!) I am smitten with my little fellow and am in love for the second time in my life.  Being so early, he has been more on the jaundice side, but the doctors have been monitoring his levels and they are thankfully on the way down, and his weight is on its way up! 

    We are thanking the Lord for this precious little gift!  I'm off to sleep!  I'll take it when I can.
     


    Pierson meets his cousin, Roman





    Happy Friday & Happy Oaks Day to anyone who follows the Derby!
     
     

Monday, 20 April 2009

  • Pregnancy Update

    Month 1: I felt fabulous!   
    Month 2: I felt fabulous!
    Month 3: I felt fabulous!
    Month 4: I felt fabulous!
    Month 5: I felt fabulous!
    Month 6: I felt fabulous!
    Month 7: I felt fabulous!
    Month 8: I feel fabulous!  A couple more side effects than before, though, that need mentioning:
    • Sudden Urge to go the bathroom.  Pee. Wait 5 minutes. Repeat.  Cycle continues both day and night.
    • If you're wondering what pregnancy feels like, don't put one of those pregnancy bellies like they have at a maternity clothing store up your shirt and think that it will feel remotely similar.  Instead, to have a more accurate simulation, shove a bowling ball up your shirt and walk around with it all day.  This will help to simulate the feeling of a pregnant belly and also give you an explanation as to why most pregnant women always walk around like they've got a bowling ball up their shirt.
    • My old appendectomy scar that I received when I was in 7th grade has stretch marks extending diagonally from it.  Now, it looks like I have the mark of Zorro on my belly.  Riveting.
    41 days left until due date!  EEK!

    Here's the most recent pic, taken 3 weeks ago.  I've ballooned since then and feel ginormus compared to this picture...So it's not completely accurate, but you get the gist...   

Friday, 17 April 2009

  • The Definition of Irony

    A few weeks back an older lady in our church, Margo, was not feeling her best.  My husband was at a Bible Study small group, but due to it being a busy week compiled with a nasty sickness making its rounds, there were only 2 in attendance. Because the numbers were low, Michael and the other guy went out to eat instead and decided to pay a visit to our friend from church, taking her a bouquet of 'get well' flowers.  When they got to her apartment, she was not there.  She had gone to the grocery store for some dinner.  Being rather goofy, they decided to sign the card in an unusual manner, just for fun.  The card's inscription read:  "My dearest Margo, So sorry that you are not feeling well.  Get better soon.  With all my love, Hugh Jackman."

    Now unbeknownst to the guys, at the same time at the Whole Foods grocery store in Louisville, here is the situation that was transpiring between our dear friend Margo and a random shopper.  Margo had just finished making her selections and was carrying her goods to the checkout line.  The man who was in line in front of Margo, saw her overly occupied hands and made way to let her go before him.  To him, she turned around and expressed thanks, then looked at the man as if she had seen him before.  She asked the man, "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Hugh Jackman?"  The man told Margo that he received that comment ALL the time.  They exchanged more pleasantries and then she left the grocery store.

    She made a few stops along the way home and returned to find flowers on her doorstep! Imagine her alarm when she read the inscription and wondered how on earth the local Hugh Jackman lookalike shopper could have known where she lived?!?!  She called Michael and wondered if she should be concerned. However, when Michael laughed about the situation and explained it to her, they enjoyed a hearty laugh!  All was well.

    So, the moral of this story is: If you think Hugh Jackman is stalking you, it may just be your well-wishing friends.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

  • They say pregnancy messes with the brain...

    In the last couple of weeks, I've done a few things that were drenched in dumbness.

    • I shredded my keys/badges in the shredder at work...oops-- Try explaining that one to the boss.
    • I ordered a shower gift early, and printed out the directions only to find that the shower had already taken place ONE WEEK BEFORE.
    • I asked a lady which cream pie was the coconut cream pie...(there were 2 cream pies on the table: banana, and coconut). She looked at me like I had just arrived on planet earth and said, "The coconut cream pie has the coconut sprinkled on top." Why do they have to make things so difficult these days???
    • I had another 'incident' but I've forgotten.
    They say pregnancy messes with the brain.  I think NOT!  I'm normal, I promise.

Wednesday, 08 April 2009

  • And then, I became One

    I don't really remember being scarred at the dinner table growing up.  I remember having to TRY all foods, but not being forced to clean my plate and choke down every morsel of food on the plate.  Maybe I've just glazed over the dinner table memory portion of my life, I don't know.  Regardless, the only thing I remember being forced to do was to TRY each food. As I have grown up, I've found that the trying has developed into liking new and different foods, and I'm thankful that I didn't have the option while younger of turning up my nose to foods permanently.

    But one thing that I have recently thought about, stewed upon, and smiled about was how my tastes have changed over the years.  You see, growing up, there were things that my parents ate (and liked).  I remember thinking that normal people just don't touch these foods, yet my parents ate them with pleasure.  Two of those were Triscuits (with pimento cheese spread) and shredded mini-wheats.

    I remember going to my Nana's and Papa's and being served Shredded Wheat for breakfast (at that time, who knows if the mini wheat had been invented yet...).  One 'little' shredded wheat pellet was more the size of an entire loaf of bread and to make matters worse, it was served with lukewarm milk.  Anyone that has ever had to eat cereal with lukewarm milk knows the agony that this causes with every bite consumed.  At that very moment, it was a deal clincher in my mind that FROSTED (MINI) WHEATS were most definitely for stopped-up old people.  

    Another memory I would have would be meals on the Meyers's family vacations.  Inevitably around lunch time, Dad would run into a grocery store somewhere in Podunkville to grab some lunch as we tooled down the road in our Suburban, 4 kids and 2 adults in tow; destination: Timbucktoland.  I suppose that going into a grocery store with 4 kids would send any sane parent into cardiac arrest--and it was probably because of this that dad would go into the grocery solo while the kids sweat to death in the car, waiting for our lunch.  He'd come back lugging an arsenal of miscellaneous foods, and it was inevitably predictable that part of that arsenal were TRISCUITS and PIMENTO cheese spread... Without hesitation, I would pass on that snack e.v.e.r.y. time.  Pimento cheese spread was for the birds, and Triscuits were worm food.  DISGUSTING.  I remember trying to decide how anyone could favor the combination and actually LIKE pimento cheese spread...to make it worse, to eat it with something as offensive as Triscuits about made the bile rise in my throat.

    Recently, I found myself with a hankering.  I took a lunch break from work, perused the grocery store and decided upon something that 14 years ago would have caused me to question my normalcy.  For the first time in my life, I bought pimento cheese spread.  I was forced to laugh about the turn of events and called my dad to tell him the news: I had actually bought what I once despised.  

    Another revelation recently has been how I've actually bought mini-wheats and enjoyed them, though for trademark purposes, the ones I get are called Mini-spooners, if you care to know.  Regardless, I actually enjoy the taste of them.  What once was considered a despicable & disgusting food has now become a favored one.  

    Given my new track record, perhaps Triscuits may be all I eat one day. Eek.  I hope not.

    So my question to you is: What is one food that you a) HATED as a kid, b) would have NEVER guessed you could ever even tolerate it, but c) now you actually favor it as an adult?

Thursday, 12 March 2009

  • My New Little Friend

    My friend had her baby two and a half weeks ago. Man, is he a cutie!!! For fun, I took some pics of her new little guy. He is so sweet!

    Here are a few favorites:

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    WHOOHOO! Congrats, friend.  Seeing this little guy makes me excited about what's to come in my own familiy--in just a couple of months!  Eek, Ack, & WHOHOO!



Wednesday, 11 March 2009

  • When Dr. Suess Meets IKEA

    This past week, a couple of friends and I took a nice little ride to the mecca of accessories, IKEA, in West Chester, OH.  While I doubt I would ever outfit my home in all IKEA furnishings, it is fun to peruse the store AND the accessories are super fun, cheap, and cheap.  I was actually keepin' an eagle eye out for a particular utensil that I purchased at Chicago's IKEA several years ago.  I have misplaced it and miss it terribly.  Sigh and Sob.  It was similar to this whisk, but plastic. I used it ALL. THE. TIME--until I lost it.

    But as my luck goes, the EXACT one for which I was yearning was nowhere to be found.  They probably discontinued them the day after my Chicago visit.  It's how my luck goes.  I know.  So, I settled for one like this:

    Let's hope it does not disappoint.

    We got to almost the end when I heard a plant was calling my name.  It actually begged me to buy it.  And while it may be oxymoronic, it was DEFINITELY cute, ugly, and quirky.  That's probably why it was calling my name.  I tend to gravitate towards the randomly quirky things of this world because they are simply that.  The plant reminded me of something that tries to fit in among other beautiful botanical specimens, but gets the shaft because it's frankly just ugly.  But I liked it.  I was told it looked like something out of a Dr. Suess book.  Agreeing, I named my plant, "The Doctor Suess Plant."  I love it.

    It's called an Elephant Foot Palm for obvious reasons.  Isn't it fun?!?!?!?  Once I got home I went to remove it's sticker and found something quite humorous.  Here's the label.


    I'm hungry.  If you're looking for me later, I'm probably grazing on my Elephant Foot Palm.  After all, that's why I bought it.  MMMMMMMMM, Elephant Foot Palm!  Excuse me while I go feed the hunger pains until just the Elephant Foot is left. 

    Happy Grazing!  Happy IKEA-ing!  Happy Wednesday!

Wednesday, 04 March 2009

  • Is there anybody out there?

    Sometimes with a blog, you wonder if there is anyone out there...then someone asks why you haven't updated in a while (my 'little' brother!?!?!?) and you realize that maybe there are a few people in cyberworld who read it. Thanks, Griffin.

    A few things I've been learning lately about life & myself...
    • I recently bought several Pinata apples to try.  Granted, they were good, but the sign promised a crisp and juicy apple with classic flavors and a pineapple twist.  After tasting the apple and waiting 30 seconds for the 'pineapple' flavor to hit, I've become convinced that it's yet another apple.  An apple is an apple.  Pineapple or tropical tastes within them simply don't exist.  It's the same thing for companies that claim that a certain cheese has a 'nutty' flavor...it's cheese, people!...Or a coffee, 'citrus' (All coffee tastes like dirt).  Whoever comes up with flavor-infused foods needs their taste buds purified.

    • Yesterday, I came to work.  An hour into work, I got an instant message from my husband, who couldn't find his phone.  I love it when he loses things because it puts him on a level playing field with me!  You see, he's Mr. Organized With-it Man--meanwhile, he's married to Mrs. Scatterbrained Goofball.  So, for him to lose something thrills me because it makes me feel more normal.  He couldn't find his phone.  I used my work phone to call his.  My pocket rang.  Ooops.  I had taken his phone to work with me--so much for the level playing field.  Well, then I figured he could just use my phone for the day.  I called my phone so he could find it.  My other pocket rang.  So much for the level playing field...I was kicked off the team.
    • One of my biggest pet peeves in life is the "How are you" question that follows a passing greeting.  People don't care.  Yesterday, I ran into a high-up guy in my company.  I greeted him with a "HELLO!"  Then, instead of the typical "How are you?," I opted for an enthusiastic, "Good Morning."  It was obviously not expected because before I hadn't even finished the word "morning," I received..."Fine, thanks!"  Hmm...I guess there was no confusion that he was fine that morning...You don't even have to ask these days.
    • And another "way up there" pet peeve is a restaurant that punishes you for drinking water.  You know the places that give you dixie size cups with your meal (i.e. Panera) or charge you a quarter for a cup of water (i.e. Skyline)?  I hate it when you are punished for going the water route!  While at a normal sit down meal, I drink enough water to satisfy 10 camels on a trek through the dessert.  Why on earth would I want to drink anything else???  Restaurants, please don't punish me for doing so...I'm patronizing your store!
    • And a final lesson I've been learning: For any pregnant woman out there, when you go in for your first, one hour gestational diabetes test, I can tell you what NOT to do.  It's NOT a good idea to eat 4 girl scout cookies and a drinkable yogurt the morning before the test.  You will fail.  Been there done that.
    Okay, enough randomness!
    Happy Wednesday!
    :) maren




Wednesday, 18 February 2009

  • Recently, I made it to the Kosair Circus... Here are 3 observations...

    Observation #1: The elephant trainers are good.  And, though the elephants were talented and very impressive, they made me sad.  Some of them giving rides to children looked like they were about to fall over from old age.  I wanted to rescue one in particular, who stood in the middle of the rink and could barely keep its eyes open.  I thought about taking one home with me, but then decided I couldn't fit him in my purse.

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    Observation #2: Cotton candy solves the world's problems.

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    Observation#3: Circus workers are scary.  First, they know exactly how to market their knick-knacks to the poor, unassuming kids.  This makes me irritated.  Secondly, the guy pictured below purposely stopped for me to take his picture.  I told him I was going to post it on the world wide web. :)  When he turned his head, he had one of those ponytails with braids in it.  Whenever I see one of those (is there a name for those???), I am reminded of a movie we watched during English class in junior high.  It was the Young Sherlock Holmes, and it scarred me for life. In the movie, there were members of an Egyptian cult who would use blow darts to hypnotize people.  Then, they would try to mummify their victims (still in a trance) by pouring hot wax on them.... ANYWAY, the cult members had the same type of ponytail that this man had.  I still get the same creeped out feelings today whenever I see one of those ponytails.

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    Here's a pic from the movie...

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    and a clip of the movie can be found here, if you also want to be scarred. 

    So, after much no deliberation, I decided that my life is enough of a circus.  I don't need elephant trainers, cotton candy and men with ponytail braids to make it one.  Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

  • You're Never Too Old...

    You're never too old to give and receive Valentine's.  Make sure to let your loved ones know they are loved!

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    If you send a card like this one to a grandparent, though, you may want to give them instructions!  Last year, I sent a giant card to my grandma that I had made on posterboard.  It sat on my her mantle for weeks before she realized she could open it!  HAHAHHA!  Happy Wednesday!

Wednesday, 04 February 2009

  • If Everyone Jumped off a Cliff, I apparently would too. (aka 25 Random Things about Me)

    In case you're not my facebook friend and you enjoy reading these 25-piece bit o' randomness ditties, here ya're:

    1. I am the product of many spankings. :)  My mom said that when I was young, the faster in the day I got a spanking, the better I was.  I tried various lines such as "You are wasting my time..." and "Don't ever do that again..."  None worked; trust me, kids.

    2.  I like to send random pieces of whatnot through the USPS, without any box & with the address and stamps right on the item.  I have sent plates, large toy balls, flip flops, cereal boxes, a bottle of pills with the letter cut up into strips and stuffed inside of empty pills, etc.  Michael was the main recipient of these items, mostly during the summers between college years.

    3.  Both sets of my grandparents share the same names: Paul & Dorothy.

    4.  I once fell off a bunk bed and had to be woken up to go to the hospital.  My camp counselor only knew I had fallen because I was groaning in my sleep.  I still love my sleep.

    5.  Survivor doesn't want me, Amazing Race must not need me, Million Dollar password doesn't care about me & Wheel of Fortune doesn't know I exist.  I know.  I've applied.  Many times.

    6.  The only wreck I've ever been in happened in snowy weather.  As a result, every time it flurries, I drive like a 92 year-old crazy lady & think about the mean woman cop who ticketed me for sliding through a stop sign. 

    7.  My husband is the best person I've ever known.

    8.  My cat is psycho, and I wish I could get rid of him.  BUT no one in their right mind would ever take him, so we tolerate each other (until I have my baby...then the cat may just disappear or else I'll wake up one day and my baby's head will be gnawed off...)

    9.  I love to play Ultimate Frisbee, but would not consider myself to be a 'Superstar' or even good at it.

    10.  I had my appendix removed in 7th grade over Christmas break.  My doctor was named something like Dr. Thuyumyusandrum and one thing I remember about him was that he blew his nose right into the sink while washing his hands during my post-surgery examination.  Um.....ewwwww.

    11.  The smell of freshly brewed coffee is tolerable; after that, it all goes downhill from there--On the breath, stale coffee, the odor remaining in a car, etc, it really grosses me out.  I hate washing coffee paraphernalia and wish I could be grateful for the free pound of coffee my husband gets every week for working at Starbucks.  I simply cannot.

    12.  I was once a member of the National Button Society.  I saw an article about a lady who collected sewing buttons and started a collection myself.

    13.  My dad and uncle share a birthday in April, and my brother and I share a birthday in November.  I've always loved it!

    14.  It is a true shame that Panera discontinued their savory scones. 

    15.  I love it when I get $.41 in change.  It's one of each type of coin.

    16.  I will use whatever we have, but my favorite toothpaste is Colgate, the white kind--Not the gel, orange citrus flavored, blue paste or any kind with baking soda (puke).

    17.  My first job was working in a photo lab at a drug store.  I loved it!

    18.  Meetings make me feel claustrophobic.

    19.  We engraved our own wedding rings.  I made a mistake on mine. (Don't worry, I got Michael's name right...hahah!)

    20.  Just a few weeks after I had been married, I played a practical joke on some youth group girls by faking an engagement and allowing a single lady to use my engagement ring.  The problem was that the joke turned on me!!!  It got stuck on her hand and had to get cut off at a hospital.  Thankfully, the jeweler liked the story so much, he fixed the ring for free.

    21.  My favorite place to go online is www.reader.google.com  If you don't have a blog reader, you are missing out on life.

    22.  I am a practical gift-giver and gift receiver.  Not saying that I wouldn't like the occasional bouquet of flowers (what girl doesn't every now and then????), but I would much rather a big block of Dubliner cheese than a dozen roses on most occasions.

    23.  I wish that I could have a job where the job description would be "Playing Games All Day."  You name it, I love it: Settlers, Ticket to Ride, Blokus, Euchre, Spades, Skipbo, Dutch Blitz, etc.

    24.  I once got in trouble for chewing gum at the National Archives Museum in DC.  A cop had told me upon entering to spit out my gum.  After we were done with the museum and were almost ready to leave (but waiting for my mom...), I popped a piece back in my mouth.  Wouldn't ya' know, the same cop saw me and scared me to death by threatening arrest.  He also gave me the option to spit it out and leave.  I chose that option.

    25.  I am very scatterbrained and get easily distracted before completing a task.  That is why #25 has been empty for over 8 hours..

Tuesday, 03 February 2009

  • Thankful...

    I am so thankful for warmth!  This past week, an ice storm caused us to be without electricity for a several days.  The cold inside our home was miserable, but we survived.  Thankfully, I had an activity planned up in Indianapolis for Saturday, so I took Zippy and got out of Dodge.  We stayed in the luxury heat of my parent's house while Michael stayed back and suffered in Louisville.  Here are some pics...

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      Here, Zippy is demonstrating how to stay warm in a house where the temperature is below 40 degrees.
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    What is something random that YOU are thankful for?  Be thankful! Happy Thankful Tuesday! 

Sunday, 01 February 2009

  • Spot the Oxymoron Contest

    EDIT:  HAHA Shelley, congrats!  You're the winner of some good ole' butter to help you find the secret to a healthy heart!!!  Let me know how you want your prize... in the Land O' Lakes format, A Kroger gift certificate or $3 cash in the mail.  teeheehee!  Couldn't pass up the opportunity to offer a goofy prize just to go along the theme of being 'Heart Healthy!'  Thanks for playing!

    We recently received the February 2009 issue of the Reader's Digest, a Christmas subscription gift from my grandparents.  Something funny caught my eye.  There seems to be a huge oxymoron in this issue... Can you find it?

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    If you can find the oxymoron, leave a comment with your guess as to how this could possibly be an oxymoron.  I'll choose a random winner from the comments and the winner will receive your choice of the following prizes:

    1.) A stick of butter (I'm all about heart healthiness).
    2.) A $3 gift certificate to the Kroger (to buy yourself some butter to save your life with a healthy heart and gain Paula Deen's approval.  It's a win-win.)
    3.) $3 cash to go treat yourself at a grocery of your choice and gnaw on a few sticks of butter in the parking lot.  MMMMM.  I'm all about being health-conscious.

    Contest ends Tuesday 12pm EST.  Prize open only to US residents.

Thursday, 29 January 2009

  • A funny to brighten your day...

    What is it with people who have a sudden urge to pat your belly when you tell them you are expecting? Before being pregnant, I probably would have fit in the category of a "belly patter," but since expecting I have come to  understand the oddity of doing so. None of the "What People Think I Want" list TRULY annoy me, I just find the graph humorous in general.

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    Hahahah!  Happy Thursday!

Wednesday, 28 January 2009

  • What do you get when...

    What do you get when you cross snow, ice, & rain?

    1. A gal who didn't sleep well because of the many trees that were falling down in her neighborhood and the transformers that were exploding.
    2.  A gal whose electricity is out.
    3. A gal who drove through a tree hanging down in her driveway due to ice to make it in to work.
    4. One who drove to work with a completely busted windshield wiper on the driver's side.

    BUT ONE who still miraculously made it to work early (a first) AND looks terrific (orrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr not.)  Today, my name is Medusa.  One look at me, and I'll turn you to stone.  Watch out, world.