I have a fetish

September 21, 2006

I hadn’t realized it until lately, but apparently I’m really into lily pads and the flowers that go with. You can see them here, here, here, and here (okay, that was just the one above again).

Maybe I’ll find another water lily for your viewing pleasure tomorrow.

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Relax and listen to the sounds of the pond…

September 20, 2006

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Meet Pancho…

September 18, 2006

We tried in vain Saturday to add “Go Vols!” to Pancho’s vocabulary. Unfortunately all I got was a mock of my cackle from the bird.

Pancho did get into the game, though, squawking at Ainge every time he’d spiral a ball into the other team’s hands (he must be colorblind).

Go Vols, indeed.

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Nine-eleven

September 11, 2006

Five years ago today I was unemployed. I remember the day quite well. For some reason I had awoke early, and I rolled over and turned on the TV. The first tower had already been hit and that was all that was on. I watched out of curiosity, wondering what had happened.

After 5 or 10 minutes I saw the plane hit the second tower live. I forget who I was watching that morning news-wise, but I remember thinking the man was an idiot. He was hypothesizing that the second plane hitting was an accident. Then he was bewildered when the first tower came crashing to the ground. Of course the thing is going to crash to the ground — I’m surprised it didn’t melt to the ground Wicked Witch style.

I laid in bed most of the morning, just watching the different news coverage and thinking my mom was probably losing lots of money that day (she sales tv ads). Shit, this was bad… all I could do was shake my head.

Then the phone rang. It was the man who ended up being my boss, asking me to come in for an interview the following day.

And that’s why the day sticks out in my mind. A disasterous day for the nation and this guy’s calling me for an interview. Life goes on, no matter what happens.

I hadn’t planned to write a “where were you…” article today, but as I fell asleep last night the news was showing Bush and his wife attending a church service (I think it was in memoriam of the victims, not sure). I forget his exact words, but I remember thinking in my half-concious state that I couldn’t believe this guy. Here he is in church, and he’s talking revenge — not actually saying that word, but that’s what he conveyed.

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Life in California

September 10, 2006

Yesterday was a productive day. Probably the most errands I’ve ever run in one day.

Don’t let this fool you; I’m still Queen of Procrastination. Yesterday, I was sitting in an auto shop, having my car smog inspected. Nine years and a month or so since I left Tennessee, I’m finally getting around to changing my license and registration.

Not that I’ve been in Cali all that time. A good bulk of the time I was in Kansas City, which I never, ever wanted to claim I was from. For seven years I told myself, “It’s only temporary.” Thank God it was.

Currently I’m sitting here shaking my head at the 49ers, losing to Arizona. My dog, who hates football, is sitting at my feet hoping for the season to be over already. The boyfriend is eyeing my, wondering what I’m doing. The sun is streaming through the matchstick blinds on the porch, and the ceiling fan is making its monotonous tick, tick, tick noise.

And Arizona just got another first down… Life in California.

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