Archive for April, 2008

I gave In and Got One of Those Bluetooth Headsets…

and now I am going to look like all those other spacedorks out there, talking to themselves while driving. Refuse to wear it while doing anything except driving. Mustn’t be a law breaker in the car…

bluetooth people

The Chives Have Arrived

chives in my gardenSpent part of this afternoon, when Special Agent M got home from school, cleaning in the garden. Today was one of those perfect spring days, with abundant sunshine and summer teaser temps. I took the opportunity to clean the piles of leaves that pass for mulch out of the beds of my herb garden. I’ve still got a month until I can plant basil and tomatoes. There are some odd looking plants (peppers?) springing from my compost dump. Cleared away one pile of leaves and found young, very fragrant oregano. Next to it, CHIVES!

Omelets anyone? Maybe chive and cheese biscuits?

IMT: Envelope

Envelope with Kitties

Back in the days when I had more time, all the correspondence I sent was heavily illustrated.  I usually repeated certain themes.  My friends and family used to look forward to receiving stuff with original art on it.  I still decorate my envelopes, but differently.

Self Portrait: Running Is Not For Me

self portrait after runningThis afternoon, when I went to get Special Agent M from school, I realized I’d forgotten my keys and I hightailed it back. I wasn’t sure if Pet-man was staying or taking off. This delayed me somewhat and I wound up running most of the way to school, so as not to be late. Much different than my usual extremely brisk walking. No, I was not wearing inappropriate footwear for the activity.

It brought back not-so fond memories of gym in grade school days, when they would force us to run. The teacher would say, “If you feel like yer gonna throw up, that’s good!” I hurled every time we ran. It was not good. I did not enjoy it.

I didn’t hurl yesterday (probably because I hadn’t eaten), but I did not enjoy the nauseous feeling. It did, however, give me a greater admiration for those who do run. More accurately, I was thinking, “Why do people enjoy this type of self-punishment?”

Do you run? Why? What do you like about it?

Making Myself Into a Giraffe

Giraffe Shirt Project

No Further Comment Necessary

Pet-man has an opinion

Weird Dreams

the Heavy Dream

I had a dream that I was lifting giant see-through boulders. They looked like huge blocks of ice, but they weren’t cold. They were slippery and I kept dropping them on my feet. The others were not encouraging.

Twitter: cartoongoddess…

Flickr Photos

April 2008