So, it's tornado awareness week here in Wisconsin. Today was the big day of the test tornado warnings and everything. If school had been in session, we'd have had a tornado drill just a minutes ago. So, at 1:20 today, a mock warning was issued. I was sitting here at my computer when the sirens went off. (I knew it was a warning since they'd announced it on the news last night and this morning.) Anyway, I'm hearing the sirens, and I'm thinking to myself, those don't sound very loud to me. So, I shut up the windows and stood in the living room, with the TV on. I couldn't hear them at all. With the TV off, I could hear them faintly. And this is the one that bugs me, with the TV off, standing in my bedroom, I could barely hear them. They definitely were not loud enough to wake me if there was a tornado in the middle of the night. During waking hours, I'd be glued to my TV, but at night I'd have no idea.
Now, it's not like we get a lot of tornados close to where I live, but two have touched down within five miles of my house in my lifetime. You may think I'm crazy, but I can think of much better ways of going out besides being sucked up like Dorothy. Although, if the lion, tin man, and scarecrow are still in charge, Oz might not be a bad place to visit. I'd just have to get a hold of those damn ruby slippers in order to get back home!
Back to my original question, is this a good or bad thing?
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Camera Fun
Inspired by Anessa, I found my macro function, and started shooting. I also found the black & white and sepia color functions. I'm a monster now, baby!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Minimal Excitment
So, my mom and I went down to near Chicago, IL today and bought fabric for the bridesmaid dresses. YEAH!! Another to-do that is done. It is SO pretty. I even took a picture of it with my phone and e-mailed it to BerryChick. Of course, I don't text, and I've only emailed a picture twice before, so this took about 5 minutes to do, and I don't even think it was a good picture. Oh well. We also stopped at the Trader Joe's Grocery store and I bought four bottles of Two Buck Chuck wine. :-) The Shiraz makes me happy. hehehehe
Easter was good. I ate too much chocloate. I played with my nephew, who gets bigger every time I see him. I'll see him tomorrow, I'll post a new picture. He's so cute it's scary. I think that's it.
My God, that was the most boring post ever!
Easter was good. I ate too much chocloate. I played with my nephew, who gets bigger every time I see him. I'll see him tomorrow, I'll post a new picture. He's so cute it's scary. I think that's it.
My God, that was the most boring post ever!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Shy Blogger
I can't help but comment on the great stories I have heard following the great blogger outing in Texas. It sounds like it was a BLAST! I feel strange, though. I've always been outgoing when it comes to certain things, but when it comes to social situations, I am dangerously shy and reserved. I don't know if I could have kept up with that bunch! Oh my goodness, they would have had to sedate me before getting me into a tattoo chair. Another thing. I've always liked tattoos, always thought having one would be cool, but I don't think I'll ever get one. But on to my inspiration for the post. I read that there is another outing planned for next spring. I think it would be fun, it's in Chicago, only an hour away from me, why not put my name down on the list? I just can't get the courage to. Just like when I read a post I like and want to comment on, but since I haven't met bloggers in person, I feel all strange like I'm some sort of blogger stalker, joining the conversation uninvited. And then I'm afraid if people actually read my blog, they'd be like, "Who is this anal, nerdy, snobbish bitch?!" Or they'd be bored to tears, which could just as easily happen. I don't know. I guess I could be like, this is MY blog and I can say what I want, but I'm too self conscious for that. I don't know. I guess I'm done with my little pity party now.
It is a good day. Working at a school, it's Spring Break time! I don't have to go back until April 24th! YEAH!!! It's time to get some major wedding legwork and house cleaning done! I'll save my impressions of Spring Break plans among my rich suburban students for another date. Maybe when they all return hung over and tan from the tropics.
PS I just did a spellcheck. Can you believe that the words blog and blogger are not in the "blogger.com" dictionary?
It is a good day. Working at a school, it's Spring Break time! I don't have to go back until April 24th! YEAH!!! It's time to get some major wedding legwork and house cleaning done! I'll save my impressions of Spring Break plans among my rich suburban students for another date. Maybe when they all return hung over and tan from the tropics.
PS I just did a spellcheck. Can you believe that the words blog and blogger are not in the "blogger.com" dictionary?
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Another Nessa
I never thought that I'd ever meet another Nessa in my life, but I did today. I walked into my local Panera, and there in front of me, taking my order, was another Nessa! I thought it was cool, so I said, "Wow, I have a friend named Nessa, and I thought she was the only one!"
The nice girl replied, "You do? I thought I was the only one!"
I explained that I have a friend named Nessa who lives down near Houston, TX. The nice girl laughed, and told me that she was originally from Amarillo, TX! Small world. So NessaLee, if you ever venture up here to Yankee Land, WI, I'll take you over to my Panera to meet the other Nessa. :-)
PS To the retreating bloggers: I hope y'all are keeping yourselves out of trouble down there in Austin. Wish I was there...
The nice girl replied, "You do? I thought I was the only one!"
I explained that I have a friend named Nessa who lives down near Houston, TX. The nice girl laughed, and told me that she was originally from Amarillo, TX! Small world. So NessaLee, if you ever venture up here to Yankee Land, WI, I'll take you over to my Panera to meet the other Nessa. :-)
PS To the retreating bloggers: I hope y'all are keeping yourselves out of trouble down there in Austin. Wish I was there...
Thursday, April 06, 2006
J & B is NOT Brandy
I just took a peek at my post from yesterday. It sounds like I had a big bottle brandy, that drives a Volvo over to my house for dinner. hehehe J & B is not a bottle of brandy, just the initials for two of my dear, dear friends from high school. :-) (Not only am I bad with knives, but I don't make much sense sometimes.)
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Yes, I am a Dumb Ass.
I wrote this email to my best friend, BerryChick this afternoon, and it occured to me that it might be entertaining. We'll see... The names and places mentioned in this post have been changed to protect the innocent. :-)
Howdy, partner!
It's been quite a week here. I haven't had time to write at all! I don't know how to write this because it's funny, and if I don't say it correctly, it won't be funny.
So, last Friday Rook and I had J & B over for dinner. I cooked lasagna because it was something that I couldn't mess up. They were due to arrive at 6:30, so around 5:50, I was busy getting the salad ready. I was making an Italian CHOPPED salad. I sharpen the big ol' kitchen knife, and set to work. I was in a hurry, and Rook was standing over me. I was telling him how to help when, oops, I chopped into my right hand thumb. I pulled back right away and held my thumb with the other hand as hard as I could to keep it from bleeding. Amazingly I didn't feel it, and it didn't hurt at all. (According to the ER doctor, that's normal when you cut yourself badly because you cut through the nerves, ha!) Every time I'd open my hand to try to see how bad it was, it would SEEP blood. Not pretty. So, I've pretty much decided that I need to go to the hospital, but I can't drive, Steve can't drive, and by this time I know J & B are on the way. I call my mom, OK Rook dials and holds the phone to my ear, and she can't take me because she has my baby nephew and no car seat. She tells me to ask J & B if they can take me. I'm in a panic, crying, because I don't want to go because I don't have insurance. She tells me that I MUST go, and that I need to ask J & B. So, it's now about 6:15. J & B arrive on time. I ask them if they'd mind taking me to the ER after dinner, which really upset J. He got his cop face on, and is all like, do you not understand the term EMERGENCY room? It means that you're there for an EMERGENCY, and should go right away! So, we all piled in the Volvo and headed over to the hospital near my house. I felt SO bad, but J & B said that they were entertained by the people watching. One guy that came in had tried to catch a knife that he dropped, dumb ass! We were at the hospital for an hour and a half. I only spent about 20 minutes of that time with health care professionals. Although, they did want to wait until it stopped bleeding before they did anything. It bled for over an hour from the time I cut it. It was strange to look at it after it stopped bleeding. The cut is about 1/4 inch deep in the part of my right thumb that would rest on my violin bow when playing. I sliced into my thumb nail too. So, all in all, I cut about 1/4 of the way through my right thumb, but it was close enough to the tip, so I didn't hit anything major, only maybe a good vein, which will heal OK. It's still quite tender. I'm keeping a band aid on it for two reasons, one to give it padding, so it doesn't hurt as much when I bump it, and two, it looks gross. The doctor said that he could have stitched it, but he glued it because stitches can't close the part of the cut under my nail. The glue was able to hold my nail together to seal that part of the cut. The glue is starting to come off, like the doctor said it would, but I'm so scared that the cut will break open or something. The doctor said two things that made me laugh. The first was when he said, "So, you're a lefty!" I was like, how did you know that? He was like, you don't usually chop into the hand you cut with. I was like, oh... stands to reason. The other was when he said, "My God, how hard were you cutting? I don't usually see people who cut right through their finger nails!" I was like, I was in a hurry, and the knife was REALLY sharp. I had just sharpened it.
So, after that adventure, we piled back into the Volvo to go back home. The lasagna had been sitting in the warming drawer for over two hours, so the top cheese was a little crispy. It was still good. J & B brought cheese cake for desert. It was awesome! We drank two bottles of wine, and laughed a lot. It was fun. My thumb didn't hurt at all until the next morning when I had to take 600mg of ibuprofen. It's healing nicely, no sign of infection.
Other than that adventure, life is pretty boring. Last night Rook's mom decided hat she really wants to throw a formal rehearsal dinner at a small hall or something. Rook and I really don't want that. We want pizza at our place. But, that's her party, I guess, when you think all traditional. What a waste of $$$$. I'm still saying, help with the actual wedding, PLEASE!!!! The numbers get closer to $20K every day! OK, maybe we're not that close to $20,000, but it's going to be over $15,000. I can just feel it.
OK then. I might have to copy this into my neglected blog. It may make a interesting post, like any one ever reads my blog anymore. Smell you later!!!
Luv,
Rae
Yes, this is all true. What has my life come to?????
Howdy, partner!
It's been quite a week here. I haven't had time to write at all! I don't know how to write this because it's funny, and if I don't say it correctly, it won't be funny.
So, last Friday Rook and I had J & B over for dinner. I cooked lasagna because it was something that I couldn't mess up. They were due to arrive at 6:30, so around 5:50, I was busy getting the salad ready. I was making an Italian CHOPPED salad. I sharpen the big ol' kitchen knife, and set to work. I was in a hurry, and Rook was standing over me. I was telling him how to help when, oops, I chopped into my right hand thumb. I pulled back right away and held my thumb with the other hand as hard as I could to keep it from bleeding. Amazingly I didn't feel it, and it didn't hurt at all. (According to the ER doctor, that's normal when you cut yourself badly because you cut through the nerves, ha!) Every time I'd open my hand to try to see how bad it was, it would SEEP blood. Not pretty. So, I've pretty much decided that I need to go to the hospital, but I can't drive, Steve can't drive, and by this time I know J & B are on the way. I call my mom, OK Rook dials and holds the phone to my ear, and she can't take me because she has my baby nephew and no car seat. She tells me to ask J & B if they can take me. I'm in a panic, crying, because I don't want to go because I don't have insurance. She tells me that I MUST go, and that I need to ask J & B. So, it's now about 6:15. J & B arrive on time. I ask them if they'd mind taking me to the ER after dinner, which really upset J. He got his cop face on, and is all like, do you not understand the term EMERGENCY room? It means that you're there for an EMERGENCY, and should go right away! So, we all piled in the Volvo and headed over to the hospital near my house. I felt SO bad, but J & B said that they were entertained by the people watching. One guy that came in had tried to catch a knife that he dropped, dumb ass! We were at the hospital for an hour and a half. I only spent about 20 minutes of that time with health care professionals. Although, they did want to wait until it stopped bleeding before they did anything. It bled for over an hour from the time I cut it. It was strange to look at it after it stopped bleeding. The cut is about 1/4 inch deep in the part of my right thumb that would rest on my violin bow when playing. I sliced into my thumb nail too. So, all in all, I cut about 1/4 of the way through my right thumb, but it was close enough to the tip, so I didn't hit anything major, only maybe a good vein, which will heal OK. It's still quite tender. I'm keeping a band aid on it for two reasons, one to give it padding, so it doesn't hurt as much when I bump it, and two, it looks gross. The doctor said that he could have stitched it, but he glued it because stitches can't close the part of the cut under my nail. The glue was able to hold my nail together to seal that part of the cut. The glue is starting to come off, like the doctor said it would, but I'm so scared that the cut will break open or something. The doctor said two things that made me laugh. The first was when he said, "So, you're a lefty!" I was like, how did you know that? He was like, you don't usually chop into the hand you cut with. I was like, oh... stands to reason. The other was when he said, "My God, how hard were you cutting? I don't usually see people who cut right through their finger nails!" I was like, I was in a hurry, and the knife was REALLY sharp. I had just sharpened it.
So, after that adventure, we piled back into the Volvo to go back home. The lasagna had been sitting in the warming drawer for over two hours, so the top cheese was a little crispy. It was still good. J & B brought cheese cake for desert. It was awesome! We drank two bottles of wine, and laughed a lot. It was fun. My thumb didn't hurt at all until the next morning when I had to take 600mg of ibuprofen. It's healing nicely, no sign of infection.
Other than that adventure, life is pretty boring. Last night Rook's mom decided hat she really wants to throw a formal rehearsal dinner at a small hall or something. Rook and I really don't want that. We want pizza at our place. But, that's her party, I guess, when you think all traditional. What a waste of $$$$. I'm still saying, help with the actual wedding, PLEASE!!!! The numbers get closer to $20K every day! OK, maybe we're not that close to $20,000, but it's going to be over $15,000. I can just feel it.
OK then. I might have to copy this into my neglected blog. It may make a interesting post, like any one ever reads my blog anymore. Smell you later!!!
Luv,
Rae
Yes, this is all true. What has my life come to?????
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