Saturday, December 10, 2005

Gee, I love Oregon weather. Especially here in the valley. We get rain, or at least wetness of some kind, most of the year. On any normal given day we could get at least an hour of sprinkles and then miraculously the sun comes out. It's as if the "weather gods" are goofing off and all of a sudden realize that they haven't made it rain in Oregon yet, and a little is better than none.

However much I love this place though, I am getting a little tired of the chilliness of late. It's not supposed to get below 40 degrees in the valley. What's up? I have lived in Minnesota and Indiana, and there is a reason why I don't anymore. Ugh.

And I love checking the temperature sometimes. It's a game of "can you guess what it is?" Right now as I type, this is what I have:

The Weather Pixie on my blog says it's 23 F.

The Weather Channel says it's 24 F (I find it interesting that on the screen, right next to the current temp, it says today's low is 34 F.)

The temp thingee in my truck says it's 18 F. (I think that might be because the sensor is currently, at this moment frozen inside the windshield. Just guessing on that.)

And sadly, I cannot read my garden thermometer. I think the little garden gnome that was holding it, gotta little pissy, smashed the thermometer, and took off for warmer climates last winter. Oddly, enough he looks a lot like the gnome on the commercials for travel.

I know that I shouldn't whine. It will just make things go badly for me. So I am going to also put the statements in of what I am thankful for right this minute.

I am thankful that I don't live near my dad at this very moment. Why? Because he lives in Minnesota. And because it's.....uh oh. I was going to put down that it was something like 10 F or something. But apparently it's 27 F there right now. Well ok, it's snowing there and not here, so I am very thankful for that.

I am also thankful that I no longer live in Indiana, where my husband hails from. It is currently 20 F with a 15mph wind chill of 6 F. And it's supposed to snow five out of the next seven days. I am very thankful I am not there.

Anyway...Now that I am done spouting on and on about the weather, I think I will drink a nice cup of hot tea, gaze out the window, and be happy I live in the valley after all. At least it's not snowing (knock on wood).

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Oh the Wonders of the One Hit Wonders

When your brain has a habit of getting a song stuck it your head, do not ever, ever watch VH1's Top 100 Countdown of One Hit Wonder's. It is a very bad thing. I have now, my very own list of demon tunes that haunt. About a hundred of them. They say that the best way to get rid of a song that gets stuck in your head, is to listen to a different song. But I guess now I have my very own top 100. Crap.

So now I give you my very own waking nightmare. I guess I am hoping that by giving you this, it will carry on to you like a virus. Your welcome.

  • All Right Now -- Free ("All righhhttt now, baby it's a all right now, repeat about 20 times)
  • The Spirit in the Sky -- Norman Greenbaum (I gotta a friend in you know that when I die, he's gonna send me up to the place that's best.....repeat 20 times or so)
  • Cool Jerk -- The Capitols ( Do the cool jerk....I'm smookkkkinnnn.....come on people...when they see me walking down the street...they know I'm the king...of the cool jerk...hummm da da da)
  • Private Dancer -- Tina Turner (I'm your privaaatte dancer, dancer for money, any old music will doooo...repeat 100 times) not exactly a one hit wonder, but still gets stuck in my head. Not sure why.
  • Cats in The Cradle -- Harry Chapin (The cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue, and the man in the moon, when we getting together dad? I don't know when, but we're gonna have a good time then son, we're gonna have a good time then. repeat about ten times)
  • Tequila -- The Champs (da da dadda da dada....Tequila!) (this one only last for a little while thankfully)
  • Obsession -- Animotion ( My obsession, my obsession...I will have you, I will have a butterfly, like a wild butterfly, who do you want me to be, to make you sleep with me?) Those are all the words I can ever think of.
  • Pump Up the Jam -- Technotronic (pump up the jam, pump it up while your feet are jumping.....ah-hoo-wah, a place to stay, get your booty on the floor tonight, make my day, make my day....ah-hoo-wah, a place to stay,....repeat many, many times until it feels like your head is going to spit open.)

Anyway, those are just some of what has gotten stuck in my noggin in the past 24 hours. In case you're curious, studies show that people that this happens to most are muscisians, women, and people who worry alot. I got it all covered. I guess I am just stuck with this disease. Song-stuck-in-the-head-idis.

Monday, December 05, 2005

Collected Quotes

I don't feel like writing anything whitty or amusing today, so here is some alternative amusement for you:

"Because, you know, there's one thing you don't want. It's a woman with her finger on the button who isn't getting laid."
-- Laine Hanson (played by Joan Allen in The Contender)

"I'd rather be despised for my character, than liked for my lack of it."

"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."
-- Maya Angelou

"People think at the end of the day that a man is the only answer [to fulfillment]. Actually a job is better for me."
-- Princess Diana

"My idea of feminism is self-determination, and it's very open-ended: every woman has the right to become herself, and do whatever she needs to do. "
-- Ani DiFranco

"What happened to the feminist revolution? We thought we could have it all, but instead we ended up DOING it all."
-- Helen S.

"People seldom do what they believe in. They do what is convenient, then repent."
-- Bob Dylan

"Couldn't, wouldn't, mustn't, shouldn't - these are the laments of the spineless. I can and I will, but not because I must or I should!"
-- Me

"Olivia’s theory was that you could divide women into two types: those who were on the Girls’ Team, and Undercover Bitches. If a woman was on the Girls’ Team, she could be as beautiful, intelligent, rich, famous, sexy, successful and as popular as fuck, and you’d still like her. Women on the Girls’ Team had solidarity. They were conspiratorial and brought all their fuck-ups to the table for everyone to enjoy. Undercover Bitches were competitive: they showed off, tried to put others down to make themselves look good, lacked humour and a sense of their own ridiculousness, said things which sounded okay on the surface but were actually designed to make you feel really bad, couldn’t bear it when they weren’t getting enough attention, and they flicked their hair. Men didn’t get all this. They thought women took against each other because they were jealous. Quite tragic, really."
-- Helen Fielding, Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination

"Parroting your spouse and agreeing with everything he/she says is no substitute for, nor is it the same as having a spine of your own. And remember, spines DO bend and move. They aren't rigid. Don't confuse having an iron rod stuck up your ass with having a spine."
-- Liana Trement

"I wanted to make it really special on Valentine's day, so I tied my boyfriend up. And for three solid hours I watched whatever I wanted on TV."
-- Tracy Smith

"If brevity is the soul of wit, your penis must be a riot."
-- Donna Gephart ("The Wicked Little Book of Quotes")

"Never Grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be"
-- Cynthia Paddleford

"Now, now. That eye squinting could be a make-shift beer goggle effect. If he squints his eyes, you might, just might, resemble something less ugly than you are."
-- JadeSyren

"Save a boyfriend for a rainy day. And another, in case it doesn't rain."
-- Mae West

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself, you can't tell it about other people."
--Virginia Woolf

"Slapping might work with TVs and other simple mechanical devices, but if I beat you until you were too ugly for radio, the only thing I'd get is bruised knuckles. You wouldn't be ANY smarter."

"... when author Margaret Atwood polled men about what they fear most from women, the men replied, "That they'll laugh at us." If that doesn't make it crystal clear what our strategy should be toward the patriarchs, frankly, I don't know what does."
-- Susan Jane Gilman from "Kiss My Tiara"