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Jeremymomsmall

Meet my son Jeremy, above.  After cherry picking! 

Nikkismall

Nik went home for the weekend (as you know from my previous blog) and her dad gave her the slides from when the kids were growing up.  What a treasure!  I told her I sure wish I had the slides from when my brother and I were growing up.  :))

Scotch was sorting the vinyl this weekend and came across a killer compilation that I bought a while back. We put it on, and this sweet gem got lodged in my head, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I dare you to listen to this and not be feelin' a whole lot better than before!

01 - Bam Bam

Byron Lee And The Dragonaires

I'm pretty sure it's a Toots and the Maytals song, though, and the mp3 is just mislabeled. It could have been covered by Byron Lee, as he is awesome, although most of The Dragonaires stuff is sort of new wave synth ska. Thinking about Byron Lee, though, reminded me of this song:

Jamaica Ska

Byron Lee

And this awesome cover by Fishbone, with Annette Funicello on lead vocals, as performed in the CLASSIC film, Back to the Beach:

Jamaica Ska

I've been listening to this a lot yesterday and today - trying to get out of the Melissa Etheridge groove.  They're good. 

I'm feeling fine.
You're feeling the same.
You want it like that.
It was a romance.
It was a radio;
It was a radio,
It topped the radio.
Baby, come on

Damn it for understanding -
I'm always racing against my mind.
Take in consideration
But it's so easy to say goodbye.
- The Virgins, "Radio Christiane"

One month from today, I'll be in the most beautiful location of the most beautiful place, eye to eye with the most beautiful girl. We'll vow (in two languages even) to stand by each others' sides for the rest of our lives, which is pretty fucking awesome. Some people are freaked out by such a commitment, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. As cliche as it sounds, Miss Scotch is truly my best friend and my favorite person to be with. I miss her when we're apart, and every time I see her or hear her voice I'm like a puppy dog whose owner just came home from work. Marrying her is like signing up for free massages, on rollercoasters, with chocolate fondue between each ride, for the rest of my life. I'm ON FUCKING BOARD.

Stick by Me

John Holt

Have you ever broken a bone? If not, what's the worst injury you've sustained?

Hahahahahaha!

Oooch, my sides hurt from laughing too hard.

I've got a bone disease. I had my bones broken for me. By people who spent a lot of time in medical school, and charged a lot of money to do it. But I've got some killer scars. ;)

Do you live in or around Cincinnati, Ohio? If so, you're in luck because Scott and the Queen City Voxers Group have organized a Vox user meetup!

Ault Park Map

If you do attend the meetup, have a great time and please take lots of pictures and send them to me so I can post them in Team Vox for everyone to see!

Thank you so much to Scott for organizing this meetup. Wish I could be there!

~daisy

I was supposed to have a blood test this morning, all nice and scheduled for 8.10 am so that I could get it done with enough time to get into work without too much delay.

Am being tested for a number of things, including diabetes, and the blood test was a fasting one, ie no food or drink other than water to pass my lips for 12 hours beforehand.

I dropped my son off at my dad's this morning and had 5 minutes to kill before needing to drop my little girl off at nursery and then on to have the test.

Well, they were a fatal 5 minutes in which I stopped off at my parents place and, having failed to persuade my boy to eat a single solitary sugar puff, I unthinkingly poppped it into my mouth instead.

Queue confession when it was my turn for my blood test...after which the nurse refuses to test me.

A.single.solitary.sugar.puff!!!

What a freeking eeejit!

Apparently having blood tests done is quite the thing to do, so I can't get another appoitment at convenient o'clock until two weeks time!!!!

My husband and brother are having a great time whispering sugar puff at me while shaking their heads.

Nicole Kidman and Keith Urban have named their daughter, Sunday. The office wits have been joking all day that when Sunday misbehaves Nicole and Keith will be able to scream, “Sunday, Bloody Sunday!” (someone should apologize to U2).

I inverted the world last night. I had cold feet so I wore a pair of old Christmas socks to bed. No Australian is going to wear Christmas socks in the middle of our summer heat (though I know Cat http://cat573.vox.com/ likes to flash them with thongs [flip flops] )!  Maybe why they are old and barely worn! The tinsel thread was quite exciting… a sleep on the wild side. Before I was a married Flamingo Dancer and I had cold feet I would wear an old pair of my brother’s army socks to bed. He was in the cadets at high school and so I scored a couple pairs of his socks and a cloth army hat which I thought was so cool I wore it EVERYWHERE for a few months….as you do when you are 14 and trying to establish your identity. Many years later my eldest daughter found it and she wore if for a few months also. I suspect it is still in the back of her cupboard. More a comment on our closets, than any real sentiment for the hat.

MegaBoss reversed a very insignificant decision I had made today. MY decision, people! I let him off lightly and only imagined him spontaneously combusting and his ashes being swept up by a street sweeper. I could have vexed him with boils, incarceration with his crazy mama, and loss of his manhood first, but restrained myself. I will reserve that for an important infraction of my command position.

Is it true that spontaneous combustion, as much as we fear it and wish it upon MegaBosses, may in fact be a myth? It has served me long and well as a method of final annihilation. I will be sad if it is a myth. Perhaps it is best if I labor in mismythperception.  I think I threw out my voodoo doll.

I have worked in a number of libraries and I have found that on the whole they are peopled by strange and bizarre peoples. I perhaps included by some! Most of them not patrons, I beg your pardon, clients. As a workplace libraries are looked upon as a quiet place of refuge for the work torn individual, many of whom are fleeing workplace conflict and world weary seek to hide in libraries as a release from their torment.  It does not take long for the individual’s new workmates to realize that many of the issues that the newbie has encountered in the big world may in fact be due to the newbie his/her self. An HR person once told me that studies have been done that report that libraries are some of the most conflict torn workplaces there are. In other words before you flee your work issues for paradise, make sure you aren’t bringing muddy boots into that paradise. Don’t mess up the carpet.

I watched the Andrew Denton interview with White House Correspondent Helen Thomas last night. I want to have coffee, lunch and dinner with that woman. I googled her and found that she was born in 1920. I hope I am so rampant when I am 88! Mr FD and I cheered when Denton asked her which Presidents she thought had been corrupted by power and she answered “the present one”. Go Helen!  Classy chick.

Mr FD drove 90 minutes across town this morning for a meeting that in fact is scheduled for Friday. Not the first time. No doubt by Friday he will be too busy to go and cancel. I would laugh if I wasn’t married to him…hell I laugh at him anyway (mainly in private and at length, after shaking my head disdainfully). A friend, upon meeting Mr FD for the first time, commented that he looked nothing like she had expected. I said that he had changed since we married…he was taller back then. I may have cut him down to size.

Mr FD is off on a road trip next week and Daughter 1 is assigned to help supervise a school camp so it will just be Son and I at home. As Son and I have a grunt and feed relationship it is akin to being home alone. I am so excited. I am at heart, and everywhere else, an introvert, so alone time is very precious to me. Love my family, but my ultimate fantasy is not Mr FD and I dressed as a wookie and a naughty nun but it is me blissfully alone. Not talking alone all the time. I think even from my writing it is rather self evident that I am prone to the odd conversation, emphasis perhaps too heavily on the odd, or two. Just five days, or a week. This will be 5 days and as close as I am going to get to being alone for a very long time. I am a happy little Flamingo Dancer. I may take flight. Or not.

A client from the Arab Emirates rang Mr FD’s office yesterday. Twice. Someone hung up on them twice thinking that they were telemarketers. Expecting a fatwah, or jihad shortly.

For Australia, today the sun set six more minutes above the horizon than it did on June 21. I blew the extra daylight. I should have been out dancing in the setting rays of sunshine but instead I sat reading a magazine waiting for my hairdresser to finish with the customer before me, who arrived late and therefore made me late. I have made the decision to stop dying my hair and let the grey show. Hairdresser looked at my very obvious grey roots and declared that I would have the "really nice" grey hair so was enthusiastic about me "doing it". I will try and not dye the regrowth between now and next hair cut and then have some highlights to help meld it all together. Highlights for a month or three and as my hair grows so quickly I should be able to do shampoo ads for grey hair by Christmas. Tired of all the hair dye and retouching. I need more freedom less stress so going au natural. If it is too much of a shock I can always take to the bottle again!

Tomorrow is Wednesday - Hump Day. Week is almost over. Happy Dance.

Eli and the Watermelon

Whooooo! The Utata gods that be made this a front page photo!

The very best part of the weekend was coming home to see what was blooming!

Black eyed susans

Sunflowers

Blooms everywhere

Front garden

Front garden 2

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Lazy carnations

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Are carnations supposed to be staked?  All the blooms are laying on the ground. 

Daisy

Balloon plant

Pretty tiger

Suprise purple flower

Tiger explosion of color

Spits pollen

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Vee

Bouquet from garden

Better than any store bought flowers :))  Only thing is, I had to be really choosy which ones I picked, there were ants crawling on some of them.  I wanted to cut one of the white and purple tigers but there are only 2 plants of that color so far, and only 2 flowers open.  So I left them to grow a bit yet.

Peace y'all.