Neighbors

I’m totally ticked with my neighbors! We used to live in lovely isolation, until the farmer who sold us our land decamped with his family to Idaho. He sold the rest of his land to a developer and now we have six houses along our western lot line. Unfortunately, neighbor number three has nothing to do all day but look out their window at the very old willow that is falling apart bit by bit on OUR land.

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Visitors

I was visiting the English blogs this morning and came across the Mr. 5000 war on Billy, Kev and Elsie’s blogs. It seems Elsie has had 5000 visitors, and both Billy and Kevin claim to be number 5000.
That prompted me to go check my stats. When I wasn’t looking it rolled past 8,000. I was the 8,088th visitor since late June, 2003. At this rate, by the time I reach one year of counting I should have had more than 10,000 hits. Unfortunately, probably a quarter of them are mine (or more).
April 23, 2004 is my first anniversary as a blogger. It’s hard to believe that I am close to having blogged for a year. When we shift over to the new ISP I’ll be able to edit out my own visits, and then we’ll REALLY see how many people I put to sleep each night! *G*

ARRRGH!!! Morning

This morning, LONG before the sun came up, a visitor bird was CHIRPING, non-stop! I can’t tell you what kind of bird it was; his call is one that I’m not used to hearing. It’s probably a bird that stopped in our grove for some rest on his flight North.
I was aware of his call around 4:30 this morning. (Remember….I went to bed about three hours earlier.) The bird had to be making quite a racket because our windows were closed. I tried my best to ignore him and go back to sleep like a good girl, but he chirped and CHIRPED and CHIRPED!
I finally pulled a pillow over my head to block the sound. At that point, I didn’t care if I overslept.
I love the birds. We spend a lot of time watching them. We put out feed year round to encourage them to visit. But, I think I need to hand out a manual for acceptable birdy behavior. No noise before 6:30. 7:00 would be even better. Just twitter quietly among yourselves until I’m ready to face the day, otherwise, GO VISIT THE NEIGHBORS!

What kind of kiss?

It seems I have a mysterious kiss. It’s 12:45 at night. I have to be up in about five hours to get ready for a long day. I just finished balancing my checkbook, and wanted to blog for a moment before crashing.
I know….if I was wise, I’d have gone to bed hours ago, but I thought I might have a better chance with this quiz, so I took the time to run through the questions. Mysterious……that’s not the response I expected. Cop Car, is it time for me to give up on the quizzes??
mysterious
You have a mysterious kiss. Your partner never
knows what you’re going to come up with next;
this creates great excitement and arousal never
knowing what to expect. And it’s sure to end
in a kiss as great as your mystery.

What kind of kiss are you?
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Spam!

I have three e-mail accounts. Long ago I got to the point where I used just one of them, and I actually forgot my password for my second AOL account. I let it lie fallow until tonight when I noticed I had 44 e-mails. I had to go in and change the password so I could access the account.
I’m sure you’re way ahead of me at this point. What I had was 44 pieces of spam, which had come in over the past 30 days. I realize that this is a very minor amount of spam; I get a lot more than that on my active account. I’m astounded that it has crept into an account which isn’t used. I never surf with that account, and have not even opened it in more than two years.
AOL seems to feel that I should open that spam, collect the addresses and then report the mail as spam. In return, they will identify the mail as (spam) when it hits my mailbox the next time around. Why don’t they delete accounts which send spam? Why do I have to risk opening mail from strangers in order to do their work?
I noticed that AOL was proudly announcing that they had seriously cut back complaints about spam. I suspect that members have simply stopped talking to them about it. Until they develop a better method for deleting it, why should we bother?

NO Friday Five

Finally! It’s Friday, and I remembered to visit Friday Five, only to find that there is NO Friday Five today. I’m crushed!
Okay….I want each of you to contribute questions for an ARRRGH!!! Indefinite!
You may contribute anywhere from one to five questions. You’re welcome to borrow the list of questions and answer them on your own blog, or you can post your answer them here. I just think we need to keep the tradition going, now that I’ve finally come around.

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What in the World Did I Say??

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You are Lord Byron! Quite the Ladies’ man, Byron
wrote during the early 19th century. He was
born with a deformity, and much of his life was
spent with a sense of urgency, trying to suck
up as much life as he could to make up for his
own insecurities. He was a bisexual and died
very young of fever.

Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes)
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I lifted this quiz over at P.J.s blog. I want the one HE got! I wonder now how I answered the questions, because this doesn’t sound much like me at all. I’m getting farther and farther afield with these “test” results. *G* Cop Car is right. They are intended for 13 year old girls.

A Letter of Complaint

I’m really ticked!
We have been shopping at the same Jewel Food store for about fifteen years. The employees there have been incredibly kind to my mother, so we return that kindness by shopping there.
Albertson’s, the owner of the Jewel chain, is making it’s presence known, and there has been a recent shift in the management of this store. There’s a new employee who is absolutely grating on us. This person’s job is to oversee the checkers. She keeps track of who should be on break, who is collecting carts, who is checking, and who is bagging.

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A New Blog

There’s a new girl on the block at RedEagleSpirit. I encourage you to go visit The Daily Planet. Lois Lane is a friend from my chatting days, and Red Eagle is decorating her blog as you read.
Go see her first entry. She has a novel idea for stress relief!
Welcome to the group, Lois. It’s nice to have you here!

Inspiration

I was invited to join a daily inspiration Yahoo Group for herb gardeners. Each day I get a brief quote in my mail, and I want to share Monday’s with you.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance,
the wise grows it under his feet.
– James Oppenheim
So true….in so many ways. Many of us feel that happiness is just around the bend. Some feel that if they just do one more thing, and one more thing and one more thing, happiness will be their prize.
We need to live in the moment, not in the future. We need to find pleasure in the every day things we do. I have several very old-fashioned hobbies that bring me great joy. The herbs I grow reflect our life cycle, as do the seasons. Some of my herbs are annuals, and remind me that I need to live my life today, and not put things off until tomorrow. Others are perennial, and they show me how to take the best in my life and carry it from season to season.
I also quilt, and my hand quilted quilts give me the chance to create a useful item, and hopefully a beautiful item, which will be here long after I’ve gone. So, each stitch I make today, may serve to warm someone in the future, or delight their eyes. These stitches are my gift to myself. I have the pleasure of the moment, and the pleasure of knowing that I can pass my joy on.
With my herbs and quilts, I have the best of both worlds. I believe that the things you do now, may create the basis for your happiness in the future. For each of us, the accomplishment is different. For some, it’s raising exceptional children, for others it’s leadership, of a business, of a platoon, of a country. Whether your focus is narrow or wide, you are still responsible for your own happiness. Each day, I try to do my best. There are days when I fail, but I brush myself off and try again.
If you find happiness elusive…..look closer to home.