Harelipfrog

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

My Bored Sister

My sister called me Monday. She was at Cracker Barrel and waiting on her food and was bored. Very bored. Apparently very very bored.

In her boredom she was playing the game they have at every table at Cracker Barrel. She has long since figured out how to leave only one tee, and decided to figure out what was the most she could leave.

Six.

According to Kath the most number of tees you can leave (immovable tees) is six. One in each corner and three trapped across the middle.

Hope you have enjoyed today's trivia!

Thursday, February 23, 2006

My Posts

I have been posting a lot of poetry lately. And I will admit I have been hitting the classics/old favorites a lot. They have been reflective of my frame of mind and what I have been wanting to say when I have not had the right words myself.

For Ivy

This one is for you Ivy and the first thing I thought of when I read your post.

First some history:

written May 1951.
published in 'In Country Sleep', 1952.

"Addressed to the poet's father as he approached blindness and death. The relevant aspect of the relationship was Thomas's profound respect for his father's uncompromising independence of mind, now tamed by illness. In the face of strong emotion, the poet sets himself the task of mastering it in the difficult form of the villanelle."

from Dylan Thomas: Selected Poems
edited by Walford
Davies,
JM Dent & Sons Ltd, London, 1974
pp 131-32

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though Wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not so gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Happy Birthday!


Happy Birthday to Gunner at No Quarters! A long time ago and you were already playing with guns!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's Day

It's a classic, but nobody really knows more than the first line.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Blogger meetup - February

Had a great time at the blogger meetup on Saturday. I sincerely hope that I have not passed my cold on to anyone. There is a podcast that you can listen to here.

The next one is in March. See This is Smyrna for details.

Friday, February 10, 2006

The Galloping Crud

I have, as it is commonly referred to in my family, the Galloping Crud.

I am sure that this sounds fascinating and I am sure you want to hear all about it (Not!). But here you are, reading the words I tossed out into the ether.

The Galloping Crud, for the unenlightened, is the common cold or flu or whatever undiagnosed ailment you happen to have. It comes galloping in to make you feel cruddy.

I started off just feeling sort of yucky, then yuckier. Wednesday night I started running a fever (100.0) and a cough. I stayed home from work on Thursday as I figured a day of rest and I would probably be feeling well enough to go back to work. Wrong! Thursday afternoon I was feeling OK but really tired and took a nap. When I woke up I felt crappy and checked my temp 102.8. This is not good. I took two tylenol. An hour later my fever had not come down and I was having a hard time breathing.

I went to the emergency room.

I got a diagnosis of sinusitis, a prescription for antibiotics, a steroid shot to help me breath better, and another day off from work.

I am finally starting to feel better. I am definitely breathing better (always a plus). And will likely be back to work on Monday.

I just cringe at the thought of what will be waiting for me at work.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening - by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

A Moment of Silence for The Maestro

Who has not enjoyed an evening barbecuing burgers, wrestling with the charcoal, and spending quality time with friends and family.

I was pondering on this the other evening and remembered something my husband had shown me several years ago. I had to spend quite some time running down the article, but finally located it here. There are several articles on the page and they are all worth taking a minute to chuckle over. He links to pictures of it, but that page has since been dropped. You can find the details here.

Unfortunately the local fire department did not appreciate the scientific applications of his lighting method, and so he is no longer lighting charcoal.

What a shame.

Wow


Wow

What is it?

A man-hole.

Apparently in Japan they have taken the man-hole cover from utilitarian to (in some cases) works of art. You have got to take a look at these.

Friday, February 03, 2006

The Flip Side

I suppose I should also share the things I don't like about my job.

The nasally female who spends all day humming. Ick. I'm sorry, I realize it is a small thing, but it just crawls all over my last nerve.

Its either hot or cold in here - almost never something I would call comfortable or anyone else would since everyone complains about it

Training - I spent 7.5 hours in training yesterday that would have taken about 30-45 minutes had it been just me

I can't take a day out of the office, since if I do all hell breaks loose. (Heaven help them if I take a vacation next year!)

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I LOVE MY JOB!

Lets see ...
Why do I LOOOOOOOVE my job?

Money - I am making (gross) about 4 thousand more a year than I was as a clerk.
Time - I have an whole hour back to spend on myself that is no longer being wasted on travel time.
Co-Workers - I have only one seriously anoying co-worker and she at least does work (unlike when I worked as a clerk)
My responsibilities - I like what I am doing - documents and organizing and ordering and time sheets.

Love it
Love it
Love it

Oh, and did I mention that the only person who's work I can get chewed out about, is my own?
Woo Hoo!

Come one - Come all

This month's blogger get-together is swiftly coming up!