tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37936525865466329572024-03-13T09:17:37.061-07:00FrizzyThe Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-70477047013060784442015-03-31T14:58:00.000-07:002015-03-31T14:58:24.656-07:00A week of confessions<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Confession: I joined KindleUn for a 30 free trial. I found something interesting, but I won't tell you how. There exists a sub-genre called "interracial paranormal pregnancy." You are welcome.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Confession: Last night I read six awful books on KindleUnlimited. I completed 4 of them.</span>The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-52806625894878389862013-08-07T07:30:00.000-07:002013-08-07T07:33:16.837-07:00Mystery PlantThree years ago, I bought a Shasta plant on sale.<br />
I planted it in the backyard.<br />
Last year what grew in that spot was devoured by the Sr. Groundhog.<br />
This year it has come back.<br />
I don't think it is a Shasta Daisy Plant<br />
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What is this?<br />
I have no idea if it blooms because Sr. Groundhog at it all the way...<br />
The stems are woody.<br />
It is bushy.<br />
It may not be getting the best light where it is located.<br />
I refuse to touch the leaves until I know what it is.<br />
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Help!<br />
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My friends keep trying to convince me that it is a Chupacabra.The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-6607441978792147362013-06-06T11:44:00.000-07:002013-06-06T11:48:18.508-07:00Distracted Will DrivingI must confess.<br />
I play a game during my daily commute and more so during the weekend.<br />
No.<br />
I am not playing Candy Crush while driving.<br />
No. I am not Tweeting about potholes.<br />
NO.<br />
I am certainly not uploading pics of people doing silly things outside.<br />
I play<br />
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I look for mini-vans and SUVs with family decals on them.<br />
I imagine that I am attempting to be invited into their home and I plan how I might interact with the family based on the decal.<br />
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<li>This one tells me Dad has expensive hobbies possibly to go with a position that requires networking on the green. </li>
<li>There's probably a lot of designer clothing and other brand name products in this home.</li>
<li>I could attempt to borrow a small tool.</li>
<li>The dog is probably of a larger breed. I couldn't visit this house too long because I am allergic to dogs.</li>
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<li>Dad probably has a beer belly with a room dedicated to him full of sports memorabilia. Or at least a small fridge full of beer.</li>
<li>Mom has a drinking problem? I bet if I asked, she would share a glass of wine with me.</li>
<li>The children would be fun to watch for a day.I could pretend to be returning a toy.</li>
<li>Finally, I can guess with confidence that the car is full of ancient McDonald fries (which do not spoil BTW)</li>
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<li><span style="text-align: center;">If I were a burglar, I would ignore this house. A gun-toting father with three daughters is a dangerous man. Additionally, avoid the topic of politics.</span></li>
<li>The kid with the newspaper route has a good throwing arm and has discipline. I like her.</li>
<li>Mom is probably a fiber crafter or scrapbooker. I like her, too.</li>
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<li>I want people to think I have a body builder partner. He doesn't tolerate nonsense.</li>
<li>I could out run an crazed masked killer.And keep up with anything else.</li>
<li>Unfortunately, this make believe family advertises that we are rarely home between shuffling kids to and from practice and our own hobbies. On the other hand, we don't have time to waste.</li>
<li>The dog is a distraction. If you truly now me, I would never keep a dog.</li>
<li>This also tells everyone that I have a amazing vacuum</li>
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I have been playing this game for years.<br />
Sometimes I am a potential home invader. Sometimes, I am the Avon lady calling. I pretend that I have good news to share.<br />
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That was all before I spotted a decal similar to the one above at the local Wally world.<br />
It took me by surprise.<br />
It is the beginning of a new game...<br />
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The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-49427656187547365372012-12-19T08:04:00.001-08:002012-12-19T08:04:43.602-08:00Why you don't have pets<br />
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Last year, I noticed that Fuzzy was exploring in the drop ceiling above below the kitchen above the basement bathroom. I placed tons of moth balls in the ceiling to discourage her.<a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2011/10/spend-this-night-boning-her.html" target="_blank"> I believe she explored it to check on the groundhog and possum that had been living in it last Fall</a>. </div>
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That got old.</div>
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So did the moth balls.</div>
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I found that I had to keep repleniishing them to keep her out of the area.</div>
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A month ago, the kitchen light blew as I flicked the on switch.</div>
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A week later the laundry light bulb blew and each new light bulb placed into the fixture would pop and never light again. </div>
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I went into the basement bathroom and found that the light fixture in there no longer worked. </div>
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I was troubled by this. </div>
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I checked the fuse box or switch box or whatever it is called. Nothing there.</div>
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It slipped my mind for a bit as many things do.</div>
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Until I spotted a pair of cat ears from the laudry area in the drop ceiling above the basement shower.</div>
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It all made sense to me now.</div>
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Using a flashlight, I found many junction boxes hidden by the drop ceiling. No doubt one of those boxes powered the three lights.</div>
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I decided to take a more direct approach to keep the cat out of the drop ceilign and out of danger</div>
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<b>What was that?</b></div>
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<b>You want to know how the cat gets into the drop celing?</b></div>
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She jumps on top of the washer.</div>
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From there she jumps onto the laundry shelving.</div>
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Then she jumps into the opening left there by the contractors who did not extend the laundry room wall all the way up to the ceiling to permit air flow or some nonsense. If you read my blog back in 2005, you would remember that I hired a company against whom I later filed a BBB complaint. </div>
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I am forced to remember it all the time, especially during times like these.</div>
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I padded to the garage and pulled out some of the bird netting that I used to keep the birds out of the strawberries. Cut it down square patches and stapled it to openings to keep the cat out of the area until my Step-Dad the electrician would arrive this week for the holiday.</div>
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It worked for a few days until she found a weakness. You can see how she pulled the netting away from the wood on the right side. </div>
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<b>Oh, you want to know why the cat is so keen to visit the rafters?</b></div>
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it is Raja.<br />
The kitten is tormenting her. Seriously.</div>
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The kitten will not giver her a moment's peace. I bought one of the towers thinking that Fuzzy could jump up there and escape the kitten. I didn't consider that the same tower encouraged Raja to claw her way to the top landing so she could visit with Fuzzy. </div>
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Raja can not jump on top of the washer, the laundry shelf or into the rafter. Meaning Fuzzy can escape her constant need for attention. It is the highest, safest spot for her. </div>
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Yes, I suppose it is all very funny to you.</div>
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I ran back into the garage and pulled out the chicken wire. I stapled it over the bird netting. </div>
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That proved effective for about two days.</div>
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I found this scene last night. </div>
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I called Dad,the all around handyman, who suggested that I find perforated sheet metal, cut it to size, and screw it into the wood. It would look better and keep the cat out. He and my Step-Dad are coming on Saturday to work on sealing off the access for the cat and fix the wiring that the cat damaged. Perhaps, 2 heads are better than one. </div>
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Meanwhile, I have stuffed all the opening with excess insulation from the attic, secured with bird netting and chicken wire while still wearing my professional uniform. (skirt, tights, dress, hair in a ball) </div>
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This morning I said to the cat "Challenge accepted." </div>
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<br />The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-70351098984091672562012-10-27T20:47:00.001-07:002012-10-29T06:05:58.259-07:00Painting Misadventures<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cobwebs</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hired a guy to plaster my walls. I expected him to smooth them out for me. I expected them to be perfect.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They were.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For about two weeks.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I attempted to apply the primer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I learned something valuable</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I learned that when new plaster meets a thick coat of primer, pieces of the new plaster will remain on the roller.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I no longer had smooth walls</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some panels look as if it had acne.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I continued to paint.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I should admit...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have been painting the kitchen since August.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since August</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has not been going well.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It began with the plaster peeling off onto the roller.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I worked through that</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slowly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because I refused to be defeated</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Every weekend I promised myself that I would complete a layer, finish the trim, or otherwise do something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some weekends, I did something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most weekends, I did not.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Painting trim is evil.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The store did not properly mix the blue. What I thought would be a pale slate blue is actually a light periwinkle. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Blue painter's tape - LIES. It pulls paint up every time. And forget about edging and trimming with it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had to purchase green tape. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because screaming at the blue paint was not helpful.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Do you know how many corners are in your kitchen?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How many surfaces?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How many edges?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I bet you do not...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">At the start of October, I thought I was done.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until I moved the fridge to paint behind it - only to find that it had not been plastered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was furious.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was a wall after all and I had contracted the man to plaster all the kitchen walls.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I called him. He didn't seem very apologetic. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I decided to take ownership of this particular section of the kitchen and plaster it myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I used some drywall plaster that I found in the basement left over from last year and a smoothing tool.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I applied the plaster thickly. For some reason, I grooved it. I really cannot remember why I thought that was a genius idea.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had to sand it down to make it even.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I let it dry for two days. Then I pulled out my sander and went to work smoothing the wall myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt so empowered.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So confident.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wanted to be able to say that I did the wall behind the fridge all by myself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was so clever about the dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pulled the dry vac, <a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2012/09/retrospect-for-september.html" target="_blank">that I had purchased when I flooded my basement earlier this Fall,</a> upstairs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I placed the nozzle under my sander so that it would pickup all the dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had sealed off the area with a drop cloth and taped it to the cabinetry. I wore an apron, headscarf and goggles.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I felt like a professional.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Until I heard the fire alarm.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I turned off the sander. Lifted back the drop cloth and peeked out from behind the fridge. I could not see anything because my goggles were covered in dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I removed the goggles but the dust in my vision remained.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It took me ten minutes to understand that dry-vacs will pick up dust and then blow it right out as a fine mist.I learned much later that I needed a separate filter if I want to vacuum dust.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I walked around.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Everything was covered in white dust from the stairs leading to the basement, the dining room pictures and all the wood furniture in the living room.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The kitchen floor had so much dust I could made sand castles out of it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I spent the rest of the day vacuuming- with the HOOVER. Being so discouraged, it took me another two weeks to complete the area behind the fridge.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is still dust everywhere; I have been too bummed out to clean it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It got worse after I saw all the spiderwebs. Which when covered in plaster dust resemble cobwebs. And they were everywhere.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I had no idea that so much webbing had gone unnoticed as I devoted all my sparse free time to paint the kitchen. They were everywhere. Everywhere. Like out of a old fashion horror movie. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And for some reason, those spider webs made me laugh until I hiccuped.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Then nothing was funny anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">The last four weeks of my life are full of retrospect</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I thought to myself on early Wednesday morning a few weeks
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As I stood in two inches of water in my basement. Fuzzy
had tried to warn me Tuesday night as I readied myself for bed. She led me to
the basement door and mewed. I thought that she wanted more food. I looked at
her body and decided that she has become posterkitty for the fat house cat
and said, "I will check your dish in the morning."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I had forgotten to turn off the hose when I answered the
door to welcome my guests. I had a business meeting lasting well past midnight with awful pizza and I wanted to sleep. I missed a half day of work buying a wet/dry vac and mopping the floor. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Not long after the hose incident, I stood in my kitchen around
the stroke of Midnight and thought</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">After $300, 4 weeks and two paint splattered outfits, I
realized that I was in over my head. The plaster guy gave me bad information on just how long it would take the plaster to dry. As I painted my smooth walls with primer, I left pockmarks with every stroke. I almost cried. I still have to do the touch-up, paint the
kitchen door and (heaven help me) paint behind the fridge. I declined 3 THREE Labor Day pool parties and a family picnic in order to finish painting my kitchen. IT IS STILL NOT DONE. I should have purchased a swim suit and jumped into the pool despite the rain. The meetings still convened at my house while I painted painstakingly slow.</span><br />
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<td width="50%">I will never do this again.<br />
The kitchen used to be a blush<br />
color that I hated. Also, the plaster<br />
walls were in need of repair.<br />
It is now my blue rooster kitchen.</td>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Last week, I considered to myself after viewing a program on my DVR..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Around the proverbial water cooler the topic a few weeks
ago was "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo Child." I had to know what was the joke. I recorded the show and watched it the next morning as I readied for work. That is what I told my co-worker when I arrived late that morning. I should admit that I tried to talk all my business partners into watching the show in order to share the experience during the meeting in my home a day later. I even queued up the DVR for my guests.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">And just today, I banged my head against my desk as I
considered...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I am, of course, not referring to the effort it takes to
acclimate a kitten into a home with a middle aged house cat. I am referring to
the kitten-wreck. Kitten wreck refers to those things that, well, have been
destroyed by the kitten in a home with a well trained house cat. Like shoe
strings, walls, my clothing, my skin, my sleep, my quiet, my sense of safety,
and finally my nerves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I decided to foster the kitten Lydia and I found hiding in
her garage last month until I could find him a home.The kitten has been literally underfoot ever since. I can never be assured that I am stepping on hard surfaces anymore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I spent two weeks hiding
the kitten from the cat to socialize him. In addition to keeping the
kitten hidden from the cat, I had to spread their scents around each other.
Google instructed me to rub the kitten's scent on Fuzzy's bedding.</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span><br />
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<td width="50%">This is Fuzzy approaching her bed. She sleeps on it every night at the foot of my bed. She still hadn't seen the kitten but she had heard the kitten through a bedroom door. I spent days hiding them from each other. All that ended when Roger figure out how to jump over the barrier that I had erected to keep them separated.<br />
Fuzzy knows something is wrong in this picture. She smells something foul.</td>
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<td width="50%">Here she is wondering, "What is that smell?" This was actually quite funny. But I did fear that she would retaliate by marking my sofa.</td>
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<td width="50%">Here she has made her assessment of the situation. And rendered her final decision. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM6SOaAi3fY/UGZmsQ5EvxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/LoDPnDo0tlY/s1600/whatisthatsmell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="119" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM6SOaAi3fY/UGZmsQ5EvxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/LoDPnDo0tlY/s200/whatisthatsmell.jpg" width="200" /></a></td><td width="50%"></td><td width="50%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM6SOaAi3fY/UGZmsQ5EvxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/LoDPnDo0tlY/s1600/whatisthatsmell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></td><td width="50%"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kM6SOaAi3fY/UGZmsQ5EvxI/AAAAAAAAB6E/LoDPnDo0tlY/s1600/whatisthatsmell.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></td>
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I named the kitten Roger because he was found in a <a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2012/08/when-i-started-looking.html" target="_blank">garage</a>. I had meetings at my house every other day for two weeks and my
friends began to like him. They
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Roger the Beast of a Kitten. Roger likes to attack Fuzzy. I have
actually seen Roger leap into the air as if to pounce on the older cat. Roger does not have the sense to fear a ten pound cat.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">A week</span><span style="font-family: Arial;"> ago, I learned that my first guess was correct and Roger is actually Raja. </span><span style="font-family: Arial;">Yep, he is a
she. I still call her Roger - every day. In retrospect,
I should have given her a more cat-like name and not the pink skull and
crossbones collar with that blasted bell.</span><br />
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So, in retrospect before I host a month-long series of business meetings in my house, I will not attempt to drown garden pests, adopt a new pet, take on a DIY project or watch inane reality shows.The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-46950036243338107472012-08-27T05:56:00.003-07:002012-08-27T05:56:50.726-07:00Snapshot<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a snapshot of my Aunt Nanette, Aunt Gloria and my Grandmother Dorothy. It was taking before Dorothy's death. Aunt Gloria remarked once that Dorothy may have already been ill in this picture. I believe that it would have been taken in the 40s.<br />
I asked Aunt Gloria when she removed the picture from her album and gave it to me, "Why were all of you dressed up?"<br />
She said, "we weren't dressed up. That was just an ordinary day and how we dressed every day."<br />
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This week's GBE2 prompt is <a href="http://www.word-nerd-speaks.com/2012/08/gbe-2-blog-on-week-64-hidden.html" target="_blank">Hidden</a></h4>
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I enjoy blogging but my summer time activities and shenanigans occur so quickly that most of my wacky experiences overlap.</div>
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Sometimes, I find that situations develop hidden from my daily observations only to slap me in my face when I least expect it.<br />
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Hidden Victories</h3>
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I have been working with the trainer since May. I completed a second fit test to gauge my progress. I have only lost 9 pounds. I figure that is about one pound a week. Since focusing on weight loss did not help my ego, I looked at my body fat percentage.<br />
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In May, my body fat was so high that it didn't warrant a category on the chart. Now, at 35% body fat, I am consider Well Below Average for my age group. I will take that D-.<br />
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That is progress, right????<br />
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This means that while I went from 41.5% body fat to 35% body fat, I lost more than just 9 pounds I lost a few inches. When asked I will say, "I have lost about 16 pounds of fat." And offer no additional explanation. I like algebra.</div>
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Hidden Dinner</h3>
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Last week, I weeded the garden and found the lettuce I had planted from seed. I thought the bunny had gotten to it all earlier this Summer. I picked the lettuce. It seemed pretty hardy and long. Brought it into the house and couldn't figure out why it was so long. So, I tasted it. They were turnip greens. I picked the roots and made dinner with garden okra, jalapeño peppers, chives and onions. I didn't grow the turkey leg which added flavor to my pot of greens but I could have.<br />
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Hidden Creatures</h3>
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I learned something using my GoogleFu the other day.<br />
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Did you know that groundhogs have a Summer burrow and a winter hibernation nest? Yep. True facts. Now think back to the possum which had taken up residence under my den last winter. <br />
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You got it. The possum was a squatter. The borrow that had an opening into my basement belonged to Sir Groundhog and he returned this summer. Story starts on Tuesday the 31st. I had been weeding the garden for two days and I finally had made my way back to the house. I saw it then. I filled in a small hole a back corner. Google suggested that I place epson salt around the hole and around the garden to discourage the groundhog from returning.<br />
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As you well know, if that had worked, I would not be writing this blog entry. It failed spectacularly. On Friday, I was sitting in my den, reading a book looking out over the garden and I spot movement. I ran out and found that all of the blue collard greens had been eaten down to their stalks. I was pissed. I had just eaten half of my turnip greens the week before. This was the second season in a row that the groundhog ate my Georgia collard greens.<br />
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My chat rooms suggested that I place pinwheels around the garden. I sprayed the remaining collards and cabbages with my pepper mixture (local garden store). I jumped into the car and ran to a few stores. Picked up some pinwheels.<br />
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By the time I returned, I caught the groundhog in the act of eating my zucchini vines.<br />
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NO, I didn't spray the zucchini vines. Sir Groundhog was sitting on the fence and only had to slightly lower his head in order to eat my zucchini vines. I screamed at him and watched him slink away into his newly expanded burrow under my den.<br />
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I have been bombing his burrow every day for the past four days. He just returns and reopens it. I am out of bombs. All the area stores are out of fox urine (the natural enemy of the groundhog). I may be beaten.</td><td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" width="50%"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
This morning, I bought granules that allegedly discourage groundhogs from crossing over and into the garden. Likely story. </div>
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As I got out of my car, I heard desperate mewing. The most adorable kitten was in my backyard. As I approached it with some soft cat food, it ran into a hole in my neighbor's garage. I dragged her outside to help me save the kitten in her garage. She has just returned from a long trip, only to learn that this kitten had been hiding and living in her garage for days. We tired to coax it out to make it safe but the groundhog ran past... scaring the little kitten into another neighbor's yard. <br />
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I hope it comes back. I could use a good outdoor cat to handle my garden pests.<br />
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</div>The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-82846572997919648392012-06-21T13:28:00.000-07:002012-06-21T13:48:12.077-07:00A few days ago<span style="font-family: Arial;">This week's prompt for the <a href="http://www.word-nerd-speaks.com/2012/06/gbe-2-blog-on-week-57-two-days-ago.html" target="_blank">Group Blogging Experience</a> is "Two Days Ago"</span><br />
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I am changing my theme to a <b>few days ago</b> because it took me some time
to consider this post.</span><br />
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Permit me to take you back to Sunday, June 15, 2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">Happy Fathers Day, Dad!!! </span></h4>
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I visited my currently favorite metro park to complete a 3 mile
walk/jog.</span><br />
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At regular intervals of about 1/5 a mile I stopped and completed an
exercise I learned with my Personal Trainer.</span><br />
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Mountain climbers - on benches</span><br />
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Assisted push ups - on benches</span><br />
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Prison squats</span><br />
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Walking Lunges </span><br />
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Knee lift with chops down (sounds weird right) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I really wanted to do some squat thrusts but too many dog-walkers do not feel the need to clean up their doggie poo.</span><br />
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Yes. My plan was pretty ambitious. My Trainer did not give me homework,
I just really want to get into shape. And I voted for the last levy and dammit, I am going to get my money's worth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I started the running application on my smartphone and set off in my expensive running shoes and wicking running clothes.*</span><br />
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I observed some things during this adventure. I spot an older gentleman with his little dog during my first 1/2 mile. He informs me that this dog found a baby toad. He picks up the thing to show it to me. I am relieved that the creature is still alive after being sniffed by the dog. I leave the man to seek out other small creatures in the grass.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I
see nothing more exciting than walkers, joggers and runners out for a nice
stroll before the thunderstorms began by the end of mile number one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">I round the corner back toward
the entrance to begin my second mile and I see that more people have
arrived.</span><br />
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First, three boys have found something interesting by the shelter-house.</span><br />
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I noticed them yards before they saw me. </span><br />
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I knew it had to be something gross. They had too much excitement for
it to be something as simple as a monarch butterfly.</span><br />
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I had to ask.</span><br />
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Yep. They were proudly presenting a discarded snake skin to me. </span><br />
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I told them that the were lucky to have found it.</span><br />
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They excitedly pointed to its original location.</span><br />
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I suggested that the snake used the rough surface of the shelter-house
to make a break in its skin in order to sloth off its old scales.</span><br />
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I am at heart an educator, after all.</span><br />
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One young man interrupts my lesson to say.</span><br />
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his friend says,<img alt="What? He said that he found it" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-50x-FnmNRiw/T-Ny-rgofAI/AAAAAAAAByg/kbBbWIZawqY/s1600/wigflip-ds%282%29.png" style="border: 0px solid; height: 60px; width: 246px;" title="What? He said that he found it" /></a></div>
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The boys then run off to discuss the identity of
the lucky bastard who found the nasty thing.</span><br />
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I continue my work-out.</span><br />
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I stop near a tree to complete some high knee lifts.</span><br />
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I see this</span><br />
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I want you to know that the top most gum looked gooey.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">As if it had been
affixed to the trunk just a few hours before I saw it.</span><br />
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I gotta wonder. </span><br />
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Why?</span><br />
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Seriously</span>...<br />
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Why?</span><br />
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Look at it again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">It is a picture of a series of dried pieces of gum stuck
to an innocent tree. What did the tree do to deserve such treatment?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">
And in answer to your question, YES. I will be tracking the progress of
the gum line as I visit the park in the future. NOT because I am
curious but because I appalled.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Completely grossed out.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">
Around the 2.5 mile mark I finally see a orange butterfly but I am too
focused to stop and take a picture. So here is a cheat I found on the official metropark website.</span> <br />
<a href="http://www.metroparkstoledo.com/metro/item.asp?item_id=4030" style="font-family: Arial;"><img alt="Red Admiral Vanessa atalanta by Mark,Plessner" src="http://www.metroparkstoledo.com/metro/users/MarkPlessner/content/items/image/4030.jpg" style="border: 0px solid; height: 480px; width: 480px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">
I got pretty tired after that second mile and my walk/jogs became more
walk/walk intervals between the breaks where I completed some silly
exercise to impress my Trainer who will never really be impressed with
my progress.<a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2012/06/active-reflections.html" target="_blank"> He irks me yet I cannot quit him.</a>...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial;">Back to my story....</span><br />
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I was so pleased when the running app RunDouble chimed "slow down for
your cool-down."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">As I completed my casual stroll to my car equipped with a long-range car starter (think air conditioning) I spot this pretty thing</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I hope it lives long enough to become a butterfly and no little boys, gum chewing runners or dog-walkers destroy it.</span><br />
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The thunderstorms began about 5 minutes after I exited the park. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">My</span><a href="http://www.rundouble.com/?page=map/1255105/jGUUcNRsx9" style="font-family: Arial;" target="_blank"> final stat</a><span style="font-family: Arial;">s from </span><a href="http://www.appbrain.com/app/c25k-couch-to-5k-by-rundouble/com.rundouble.companion" style="color: #555555; font-size: 11px;"> C25K Couch to 5K by RunDouble for Android on AppBrain</a><br />
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<td>WarmUp</td>
<td>8 yards</td>
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0:05</div>
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19:16</div>
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65:47</div>
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21:55</div>
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<td>233 yards</td>
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5:00</div>
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37:37</div>
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<td>3.00 miles</td>
<td>65:47</td>
<td>21:53</td>
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<td>3.14 miles</td>
<td>70:53</td>
<td>22:33<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;"> *I think a future post will focus on my search for the perfect sports bra. Perhaps the theme could be "Trial and Error"</span>The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com5Swan Creek Preserve Metropark, 4659 Airport Hwy, Toledo, OH 43615, USA41.6161324 -83.641493341.6042614 -83.66123429999999 41.6280034 -83.6217523tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-44046144182650438732012-06-14T10:39:00.002-07:002012-06-19T13:53:37.076-07:00If I had my life to live over<title></title>
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Life to Live Over…</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would have gone to the University of Cincinnati for Graduate
School. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would live work in Puerto Rico.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">And see things like this all the time.</span></div>
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<td style="width: 213px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="Turkey" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLGdJfQOt3M/T9oWW-GSlII/AAAAAAAABv0/Qrd6u78BmYk/s1600/IMAG0176.jpg" style="height: 120px; width: 200px;" /></span></td>
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<td style="width: 213px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="Wildlife in San Juan" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4BmLPparETk/T9oWVBXg0-I/AAAAAAAABvk/FuwiapFaeR0/s1600/IMAG0173.jpg" style="height: 120px; width: 200px;" /></span></td>
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<td style="width: 213px;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="Peacocks" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-75D0WYsHoBM/T9oWXqN7DWI/AAAAAAAABv8/M2mSg2gJT4g/s1600/IMAG0177.jpg" style="height: 120px; width: 200px;" /><img alt="Swan" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QDhWoRdtZPg/T9oWWGZYQHI/AAAAAAAABvs/2l1eMlUXYjE/s1600/IMAG0175.jpg" style="height: 334px; width: 200px;" /></span></td>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would not have to visit PR in between meetings while attending a conference.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would spend my leisure time being leisure and not accumulate hours and hours of vacation time. I am up to 340hours.....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would know how to work my personal technology.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For example, this was my response when I realized my camera was not
actually taking a picture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would not have hips that create the perfect mound upon which the cat
likes to lay herself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="catonmyhip" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ryIvEEi_WEI/T9oaVt2GVeI/AAAAAAAABwM/3ur303URomg/s1600/IMAG0210.jpg" style="height: 179px; width: 300px;" /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Yup. She is on my hip. I am on my side. I was reading a book until I
decided to snap this picture.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would avoid the SMALL number of instances where I
clearly had to much to drink in public around large groups of people
who ALREADY know me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I will never forget when Jamissey suggested that I drink a glass of homemade wine given to her by one of her college students earlier this year.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="peachwine" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qzd1wLYuvpo/T9obOuIu0BI/AAAAAAAABwU/pRDRwOSeabg/s1600/killerwine.jpg" style="height: 448px; width: 268px;" /></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I made a sangria out of it (with vodka) and descended into a sloppy drunk
within the hour.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The next day, I woke up on her couch with a hamburger bun stuck to my
shirt. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The mustard stains are the only evidence from that day which remain.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">She dumped the wine after my drunken adventure and keeps saying "I told
you not to drink it" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I don't remember that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">That leads me to another thing I would do differently if I had my live to life over....</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I would remember and take heed to more warnings given to me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Meaning, I would have paid more attention to my cat when she attempted
to tell me about the <u><a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2011/10/spend-this-night-boning-her.html">possum
</a>l</u>iving under the dining room in the basement drop ceiling
before it had wandered into the living room and wiped out my 'new roof' savings.</span></div>
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<br />The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-76068202872740217832012-06-09T19:41:00.003-07:002012-06-10T08:29:37.595-07:00Active Reflections<table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"><tbody>
<tr><td><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/CGkzlgPiLnA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></td><td>I started high school in the of Fall of 1985. The only event I
remember from that Fall is attending my only Homecoming dance. I was never asked again..... I wore a dress,
full of lace. A Senior wore the same dress. I looked better in it. I
would not lie about something like that. She wore a jherri curl after all.</td></tr>
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Back
in the 80s, I watched aerobic shows on TV. I wanted to get into that
kind of shape. So the Spring of 1986, I joined the track team to give me access to weight machines
and work-out routines.<br />
I followed the program. I had an slim athletic build. I had pretty good endurance. I was a part of a team.<br />
I made a new friends.<br />
I
see them in town now. Very few of us have our HS track physiques. My BF
in high school was a sprinter. I can only imagine that he only has the
time to sprint to and from his law office to the courthouse. The belly
must get in his way. snicker<br />
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My mother had introduced us to fitness very early. She had the Jane
Fonda videos and the Jayne Kennedy fitness albums. She belonged to a
group of women who would dancersize in each other's basements.We tagged along.<br />
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<td>I learned about all of the track field events back in High School.<br />
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This helped me to follow the 1988 Olympics. I felt apart of the action pack then while I watched Carl Lewis lose and then latter win the gold. </td>
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Remember when the <a href="http://uk.eurosport.yahoo.com/blogs/londonspy/where-now-derek-redmond-014403573.html" target="_blank">father</a> came out of the stands to walk his injured son over the finish line? I still get choked up thinking about it.<br />
I can not imagine Mom trying to save me from a coked up <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=video&cd=1&ved=0CEUQtwIwAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DDX-pJlxvg5M&ei=2_7TT5y6JYPM2AX4jZWKDw&usg=AFQjCNHDzyFtTCXDKR4M5RtCUebT23myOA&sig2=WnBio9BS1XOnzgwz19fdbA" target="_blank">aerobics instructors</a>.
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But
none of that helped me when I ran. I came in last every time. Actually I
almost tied for last place once. I had no real interest in the competition aspect of track. <br />
I tried to challenge myself to come in second to last. The younger runners laughed at me. I didn't care. Really, I sought to have elegant legs.<br />
Being in track did not improve my PE grades because I hated running the
mile. But it did give me something constructive to do after school. I stayed on the team until my Junior year. I spent my Senior year working a part time job and preparing for college.<br />
In college I maintained a thin profile because I refused to reconcile campus cuisine with my mothers cooking. <br />
After college,I finally began to gain weight.<br />
For years, I kept a membership at the local YMCA. Now, I belong to the recreational center at my job.<br />
I came to realize a few weeks ago that my current exercise plan is
the same plan that I have been following since 1998. With
hypothyroidism, narcolepsy and a genetic predisposition for diabetes, I
decided I needed a challenge.<br />
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<td>My friends have lost tons of pounds by joining the local extreme fitness gym.<br />
I, on the other hand, do not want anyone yelling at me.I do not want to run with pounds on my back. I do not want to be one of a group anymore.<br />
I want to learn exercises that will push me which I can do on my own with the equipment I have. I wanted a program that I can do at the gym by myself or at the park. More importantly, I wanted a Personal Trainer who looked like Wil Smith.</td>
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<td>I elected to participate in the personal trainer program offered at the campus rec center. In some ways it is like being back on the track team. Everyday there is a different workout. Everyday, I curse. I wonder if the trainer is out of his mind.I wonder if he is this dedicated to his coursework. I imagine him getting his degree and doing this as a extra job.<br />
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Yesterday, he instructed me to hold myself up for 30 seconds and then,
while still on my hands, try to punch him with each hand 5 times. AFTER
powerwalking for 1/4 mile. I tried. I really tried. I wanted to punch
him.<br />
Last week, he forced me to complete three sets of 25 inclined push-ups after power-walk intervals.
One day after a particularly grueling session, being a little lightheaded, I looked at my PT and said
something I have come to regret.<br />
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<b> "Promise me that you will not become a <a href="http://procrastinatorymusings.blogspot.com/2005/07/personal-trainer-or-gigolo.html" target="_blank">gigolo</a>." </b></div>
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<br />The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-89738179701048632492012-05-11T08:13:00.002-07:002012-05-11T08:33:51.272-07:00Parody from 1986<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZeIq9WN4Tg/Twhrd_qN5sI/AAAAAAAABcA/OMerhcYSFTg/s1600/gbe2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img border="0" height="259" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZeIq9WN4Tg/Twhrd_qN5sI/AAAAAAAABcA/OMerhcYSFTg/s320/gbe2.jpg" width="320" /></span></a>This week's theme for GBE2 is Parody<br />
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I have struggled with this topic while blowing my nose all week. This blogger <a href="http://inkjot.wordpress.com/2012/01/30/the-sinus-infection-had-taken-a-turn/">Inkjot</a> nose what I am talking about.<br />
I do hate sinus infections but I get them all the time. The problem with having the condition so often means that I tend to act as if I can still do anything. I still remember the huge bruises of 2010 when I fell in the middle of the street because I just had to have chicken and broccoli with fried rice.Ahh, my 30s. When I thought I could overcome any infection.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">That made me think about studying parody in HS and all those Weird Al videos that I used to love. <br />
I finally remembered this hilarious parody from my teenage years.<br />
It is kinda gross but I was 14 almost 15. I have posted the original, as well.<br />
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Nope. It is about May flowers.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">blue salvia, I planted this last year</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Columbine</span></div>The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com1Northwest, OH 43543, USA41.69167 -84.7333341.679813 -84.753070999999991 41.703527 -84.713589tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-39023161145651625622012-04-11T15:30:00.000-07:002012-04-11T15:31:02.409-07:00Flight Wednesday<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn_Qbn1uk9g/T4YGJozIohI/AAAAAAAABmI/JSjQfppTOHg/s1600/IMAG0167-762409.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dn_Qbn1uk9g/T4YGJozIohI/AAAAAAAABmI/JSjQfppTOHg/s320/IMAG0167-762409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730274338516017682" /></a></p><p>8am I missed my flight because I did not give TSA enough time to molest my bags. <br> 11 am the first of many delays.<br> 2 pm a four hour layover<br> 4 pm fire alarm, complete with sirens.<br> 6 pm Another delay.<br> I get a cookie which is completely not on my diet to cheer myself up.<br> It was a began nightmare. Now, as I board my 4 hour flight I have horrible heartburn.<br> I hate flying</p> The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-26738119576801817732012-03-23T11:06:00.000-07:002012-03-23T11:21:13.505-07:00A simple list to doMy list for the week of March 19 2012 per the GBE2 prompt<br />
<a href="http://www.word-nerd-speaks.com/2012/03/gbe-2-blog-on-week-44-make-list-and.html">"Make a list and title it" </a><br />
I can track my lists now on my smartphone. <br />
Thank goodness for <a href="https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=org.dayup.gtask&hl=en">Gtasks </a>app for Android.<br />
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<b>✔Start tomatoes indoors</b><br />
This year I have committed myself to starting my garden early.<br />
Therefore, Once Again, I am extremely disappointed at Mother Nature's early spring thaw.<br />
My tulips are bloomed. The flowers that are supposed to be the first of the spring????? Were on time but arrived after the crocuses, daffodils, hyacinth and tulips. Am I right? Isn't it too early for most of these flowers?<br />
Take a look<br />
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With this being noted, I am still going to start a set of brandywine tomatoes, basil and okra in the house. I need to pick up some of those seedling kits and soil. I would use the compost but I don't want bugs on my porch which is where I plan to put the seedling kits.<br />
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<b>✔Buy Mixing Bowls with spouts</b><br />
Mixing bowls should have spouts. I do not understand why this had not occurred to me when I purchased my mixing bowls. I usually place a mat or a silicon cookie mat under my bowls to catch my messes. There are always messes. A spout would have saved many an apron from the wash.<br />
I have rediscovered aprons now that I have to prepare and cook more of my meals. I love wearing an apron. I want one with a clever slogan.<br />
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<b>✔Get a Grease can</b><br />
The PCP has suggested that I follow the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Paleo-Diet-Weight-Healthy-Designed/dp/0471267554"> Paleo diet plan </a>to lower my <a href="http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2787021/%22">sugar levels.</a><br />
After researching it, I understand that I need a <a href="http://amzn.com/B00318C5P6">grease can</a> to capture meat rendering fat. I rejected the mason jar suggestion or the old standard of using crisco can. Yes, that is what I got from my research....I am sure that if you ask anyone else about the Paleo diet he or she will mention things like<br />
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<b>It's a really easy diet where you eat what would have been available to cavemen. </b><br />
<b>- remove all grains</b><br />
<b>- remove all processed foods</b><br />
<b>- remove sugar</b><br />
<b>- remove processed oils</b><br />
<b>- remove dairy products</b></blockquote>
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Me. I mention "get a grease can." <br />
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I wanted something pretty to store my fat drippings. I looked in the stores and found nothing with a strainer, a spout, tight fitting lid and firmly sealed. The strainer to remove bits. The spout for ease of pouring. See spill-free pouring is important to me. Tight lid to keep the fat from going rancid and good sealant to keep my counters clean.<br />
Nothing at Macys, JcPenney, Dillards, Sears or Bed Bath and Beyond. I wonder why?<br />
Luckily, Amazon had exactly what I needed. <br />
With <a href="http://paleodietlifestyle.com/paleo-meal-plan/">recipes </a>like these I don't see this as a diet anymore. This just might become a lifestyle change.<br />
This diet humors me. I grew up with relying on a crisco can full of fat to fry my foods. I went to college and learned that fat in the Soul Food kitchen would kill me. I vowed never to reuse fat. I believed Mrs. Partridge when she exalted the benefits of vegetable oil but my food never tasted as good as my mother's meals.<br />
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<b>✔Pick up some Cheap Sugar</b><br />
When Bebe "visits" my home, she makes for herself food and drink. Her favorite drink is what I call 'flavored sugar water." As you know, I only use <a href="http://ibfrizzy.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-readiness-wake-up-for-youth.html">Domino's sugar.</a> This sugar comes with a high price tag. I even though the new diet discourages sugar, I can not permit her to use it up in her syrup drinks. I have instructed her to use the cheap sugar. After two visits, I need to pick up more for her hydration and energy needs.<br />
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<b>✔Schedule an oil change</b><br />
My helpful car has informed me by email that I need an oil change. It is true. the online program does save me money. I don't have to follow the "every 4 months" rule anymore. I just wait for the email.<br />
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That's my list I hope that you learned something from it.<br />
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<br />The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-32010279252876813712012-03-14T14:11:00.000-07:002012-03-14T14:11:14.160-07:00I call Shenanigans!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpqLCz2tE6E/T2D5UxsxbKI/AAAAAAAABiI/6TSjPnLYZqY/s1600/whenapigfallsinlove.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QpqLCz2tE6E/T2D5UxsxbKI/AAAAAAAABiI/6TSjPnLYZqY/s320/whenapigfallsinlove.png" width="320" /></a>The other day I was having YET another discussion about turkey bacon.<br />
No one can give me a correct response to my exclamation:<br />
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So, I googled "How turkey bacon is made" in the hopes that some kid's science show has covered this topic.<br />
Yahoo!Answers provided the best answer <a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080223232705AAjs8jP">here</a><br />
Not very informative but humorous.<br />
I typed "What the hell is turkey bacon"<br />
The search led me <a href="http://soundcloud.com/heritageradionetwork/02-14-12-what-the-hell-is">here</a><br />
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Now, that is what I have been trying to tell people. Nothing that requires that much energy to alter its original state into what we see in the store can be good for you.<br />
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The ingredients list :<br />
<b>Ingredients:</b> (White Turkey, <span style="background-color: yellow;">Mechanically Separated
Turkey,</span> Dark Turkey), Water, Sugar, Salt, contains 2% or less of Canola
Oil, Sun Flower Oil, Natural Flavor, Sodium Erythorbate, Sodium
Phosphate, Sodium Nitrite.<br />
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So what has convinced so many people that turkey bacon beats the original BACON for nutrition?<br />
Shenanigans<br />
Baby pig shenanigans. <br />
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The sedum is pushing through</div>The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-33985217756971237422012-03-03T10:26:00.000-08:002012-03-03T14:51:26.084-08:00With a little help<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I snapped some pics this morning of the birds this morning to use in a blog post about Simplicity for this week's GBE2 prompt. <br />
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A few days ago I heard the honking of this pair. They
honked very loudly before finally landing in the river that runs
through campus of my job.<br />
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When the geese arrived a few commuters joined me in delaying our daily trek to our respective offices or other destinations in order to enjoy the simplicity of the return of birds to the local river. <br />
I love having animals to view while I walk to work or to my car at night.<br />
Soon, there will be baby ducks to watch.<br />
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I have been pleased as a fat cat with a bowl full of pouch lately.<br />
Several bloggers have recognized my blog as one which makes them smile.<br />
I have been blogging for about 7 years. I joined the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/209032889129479/">GBE2 group</a> some time last year and I have had more fun blogging in the past few months than in all the other years.<br />
I am so pleased that others enjoy my Frizzy Life as I maneuver this Flat Iron World.<br />
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Now the rules<br />
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<li>In a post on your blog, nominate fellow bloggers for award.</li>
<li>In the same post, add the Blogger Award.(There are three from which you can select.)</li>
<li>In the same post, thank the blogger who nominated you in a post with a link back to their blog.</li>
<li>In the same post, share 7 completely random pieces of information about yourself.</li>
<li>In the same post, include this set of rules.</li>
<li>Inform each nominated blogger of their nomination by posting a comment on each of their blogs.</li>
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Seven Random things about me<br />
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<li>My waist measures about the same as the height of a 4 year old child.</li>
<li>I don't always care for what my doctors tell me. When I informed my (former) doctor that I am sleepy all the time time she said "awwwww." </li>
<li>Nutella will be my downfall</li>
<li>I have been taking Gymnena Sylvestre to reduce my sugar cravings. I don't appreciate chocolate as much as I used to. I am weighing my options. Pun intended. </li>
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<li>I read a lot of silly paranormal romance books</li>
<li>I am still experimenting with sports bra brands and types to find the perfect one for my rebounding, yoga and BOSU training.</li>
<li>I am looking forward to canning tomatoes this summer. </li>
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<ul>Since I received three awards from four different people, I am going to keep this simple. The nominees can select the award for their site. I have spent the last few days trying to find blogs that haven't been selected for one of these awards recently.
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For my nominees
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<a href="http://ourlittleacre.blogspot.com/">http://ourlittleacre.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://sherwoodinnpottery.blogspot.com/"></a><a href="http://heyitschantelle.blogspot.com/">http://heyitschantelle.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://sherwoodinnpottery.blogspot.com/">http://sherwoodinnpottery.blogspot.com/ </a><br />
<a href="http://bestdadevar.blogspot.com/">http://bestdadevar.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.myquarterlifespace.com/">http://www.myquarterlifespace.com</a>
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<a href="http://jo-mywanderingmind.blogspot.com/">http://jo-mywanderingmind.blogspot.com/</a><br />
<a href="http://mydistanthusband.blogspot.com/">http://mydistanthusband.blogspot.com/ </a><br />
There are so many blogs that I follow, I couldn't list them all. I decided to list only seven<br />
Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts, opinions, observations about your world.The Frizzy Hookerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02500417045854458607noreply@blogger.com7428 McLean Ave, Arnprior, ON K7S 3T2, Canada45.4506668 -76.307957334.5431183 -96.5228008 56.3582153 -56.0931138tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3793652586546632957.post-3777102563478110282012-03-01T15:11:00.002-08:002012-03-01T15:11:59.884-08:00March 1st 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was surrounded.
I had lost track of time as I walked the perimeter of the gated community.I instinctively reached for my dagger.<br />
Argh. I could not feel it in my waist-belt any longer.<br />
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I needed to get moving. I didn't have the luxury to stand in shock.
I could already hear the first sounds of soft shoes shuffling on dirt.
I knew what was coming next when I heard
da-dum dum dum DUM dah.<br />
I swear that I hate bass guitars and the ominous notes of a sound machine<br />
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The Thriller Zombie crew had arrived
I couldn't see them, but I could hear the synchronized dance routine in full swing.
I ran back into the house to sound the alarm for the neighboring cul-de-sacs.<br />
As I entered the room, I walked past the the helpful sign on the fridge.
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Last week Greenville Heights militia succumbed to the Carlton Dance Zombie crew.<br />
Such a gruesome scene
with Body parts everywhere<br />
Those zombie arms tend to fly off from the joints and sockets when they get into the full swing.
If I cared, I would consider the impressive mental capability of a rotting brain that knows to replace those missing limbs with the parts of their victims. I didn't.<br />
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Walking through the house I knew, I was distracted.<br />
I keep trailing back to thoughts of last year's standoff with the Rubberband Zombies.
Their tuxedos in tatters, their use of viscera to affect the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eta4e27ETAdVM&feature=related">dance routine </a>still makes me shudder.<br />
Everyone fears the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAwaNWGLM0c">Rhythm Nation Zombies</a>. With good reason.
That is one organized army of ghouls.They took down Armstead Heights United in two days.<br />
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It was a cool night. I sniffed. They were closer.<br />
I could smell the decay of the crew on the wind.<br />
The zombies shouldn't be out at this time of the year. Stupid warm winter.<br />
Yet, I could hear the footsteps and the swish of the arm movements.<br />
I was doing it again. Stroking my cheek and the scar embedded into its flesh.<br />
I willed my hand to get a grip on some weapons instead. I pulled my thoughts back to the Thriller threat. I need to continue searching for weapons and sound the alarm.Not think about the scar on my cheek.<br />
I do it anyway. it has been about a week now.<br />
I got too close to a tambourine.
Much, much too close.<br />
A high heeled, tight satin pant wearing ghoul jerked it toward me as it attempted to feast from shoulder.
My roommate had to give me 27 stitches.<br />
Damn,Raspberry Beret Zombies. If I ever see you again, I will set the edges of your ruffled shirts on fire before I consider using a weapon to end your miserable undead life.<br />
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This week's prompt for GBE 2, Upset, had triggered so many thoughts.<br />
I looked up many definitions of the word for inspiration. <br />
I reviewed my week for issues that had upset me.<br />
Then it came to me like a cold front.<br />
For the past few weeks, I have heard again and again.<br />
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I want you to know that this weather is very UPSETTING to me.<br />
Why, WHY you ask?<br />
because a warm winter warns of Sluggowar 2012 in the Frizzy garden.<br />
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☹Slugs remain active in 41° F. Active. <span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: black;">Meaning reproducing. Meaning eating vegetable matter.</span><br />
☹Number of eggs one gray garden slug can lie in a year: 400. <span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: black;">Hundreds of baby snails could be hatching everyday the weather remains above average.</span><br />
☹As hermaphrodites, slugs have both male and female sex organs which allow any two to mate.<span style="background-color: #d5a6bd; color: black;">That is nasty and means more slug eggs.</span><br />
☹Many predators-birds, squirrels, and mice stay away from slugs and snails because of
their horrible taste.<br />
☹Slugs are territorial and will attack caterpillars and other slug “intruders.”<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: black;"> Slugs are the bullies of the garden pests?</span><br />
☹When slugs’ teeth wear out new rows move forward and replace them, conveyor-belt style.<br />
☹Favorite foods include: strawberries, leafy plants, and some root vegetables.<span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: black;">Yeah, my poor berries and greens. Have you ever halved a cabbage only to find a slug in its center?</span><br />
☹A small slug can eat as much as it weighs sometimes twice that amount in one night.<br />
<a href="http://www.orcalinc.com/facts.htm">☹</a>Only 5% of the slug population appears above ground at any time. <span style="background-color: #ead1dc;">This fact makes me feel icky</span><br />
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Those vile things are reproducing. Right now. Right now in my garden.Slug on slug sex.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_449758802">a dewy dampness–</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_449758802">morning sunshine reflects</a></div>
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<a href="http://projectwords11.wordpress.com/2011/06/17/slug-haiku/">in slimy tracks</a></div>
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All I can do is try to turn over the soil when it warms up so that the next time it freezes, the frost will zap slug eggs.</div>
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I have to begin my anti-slug campaign early if I expect to harvest my strawberries this Spring. And my collards, cabbages and lettuce, What will become of them???? I must work quickly.</div>
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My checklist
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1. Collect egg shells. Sprinkle them on the garden all Winter<br />
2. <strike>Use beer to attract and drown slugs</strike><br />
3. Use pitchfork or rake to turn over soil<br />
4. Find the pool supply stuff my Dad uses to "guillotine" them<br />
5. Collect coffee grounds to place around the strawberry patch <br />
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I am heading to the garden store this week to get started.<br />
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On a bright side, this week's prompt made me think of one of my favorite poems<br />
<b>I Meant To Do My Work Today</b><br />
by Richard LeGallienne<br />
I meant to do my work today,<br />
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,<br />
And a butterfly flitted across the field,<br />
And all the leaves were calling me.<br />
And the wind went sighing over the land,<br />
Tossing the grasses to and fro,<br />
And a rainbow held out its shining hand,<br />
So what could I do but laugh and go?<br />
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