Don’t Stop Believing

That’s K of C, Not KFC

An unusual (and slightly disturbing) anti-abortion sculpture belonging to the Knights of Columbus in Schulenburg, Tx.

Not Exactly Office Terrorism…

but I like it.

Anti-theft lunch bag

Obama = Bon Jovi

Earlier this year, I was  a die hard Obama supporter, but I’m long past the point of saturation.  I am more of a Libertarian with conservative leanings, but I too was ready for change.  I had hopes that his foreign policy would be better than the current administration (we can’t acknowledge you with dialogue, just bombs) and maybe, just maybe, he could bring people together in a way that would be productive.  But it recently occurred to me that he is not unlike a Bon Jovi album.

When I was in Junior High, I was so excited about the release of Bon Jovi – New Jersey!  (What 13 year old wouldn’t be after “Slippery When Wet”?)  When I got it, I listened to it over and over and over.  I drove the whole house insane.  Bon Jovi this and Bon Jovi that.  For months it went on.  Then one day, I realized my favorite song had just played and I hadn’t even noticed.  Before you know it, I was just plain sick of it and stopped playing it all together.  After some time had gone by, I got nostalgic and popped it in the cassette player and you know what I realized?  It was never really all that good to begin with!

Oh well, at least we don’t have to worry about Obama making MTV headlines with some seedy stomach pumping rumors.  Right?

Fallegro Wine – #4 on the 50.5 List

I don’t pretend to be a connoisseur, so all I can give you is my honest opinion on the bottle of Fallegro wine I enjoyed tonight.

Courtesy of kjoyner666 on Flickr

Bottle: Very simple and elegant

Amount Consumed: Entire Bottle

Buzz Rating based on consumption: 5

Taste: Was delicious with our grilled chicken, black bean, spanish rice and pineapple tacos.

Fifty Point Five

I’m not deterred by the bandwagon aspect of this project, but I should also mention my tendency to do things halfway.

Below are my 50.5 things for the The 101 Things To Do in 1001 Days Project.

Yes, I’m still allowing myself the full 1001 days.  My deadline is May 16, 2011.

The Mission:
Complete 101 preset tasks in a period of 1001 days.

The Criteria:

Tasks must be specific with a result that is either measurable or clearly defined.

Why 1001 Days?
1001 Days (about 2.75 years) is a better period of time than a year, because it allows you several seasons to complete the tasks, which is better for organizing and timing some tasks such as overseas trips or outdoor activities.

Here we go…

1. Break out my .270 and put an end to all of this drug cartel nonsense on the border.
2. Build this chicken coop.
3. Procure new chickens from mypetchicken.com.  Specifically, the Blue Andalusian, Golden Campines, and Silver Laced Wyandotte.
4. Legitimize my alcoholism by approaching it as an educational adventure. (read: try as many new wines as possible)
5. Learn to speak another language.  Not Spanish.
6. Take a sewing class.
7. Embroider some tea towels for the kitchen.
8. Design and complete Mike’s super top secret special socks.
9. Successfully grow heirloom tomatoes.
10. Do something with the front flower bed.  Grass, weeds and a small chunk of limestone are NOT landscaping.
11. Convince our administration that the Russians should be our allies.  We could really lay the smack down spread peace if we worked together.
12. Travel to New Zealand and get down to business.
13. Figure out how to get Greenling to deliver to me.
14. Decide whether or not to bother voting in the 2008 Presidential election.
15. Stop wishing that Ron Paul was going to be our President.  I was never deluded enough to believe it would come to fruition, but it would be so nice.
16. Take a cooking class.  My family would be so thankful.
17. Expose as many people as possible of the wonders of Greek Gods Yogurt.
18. Make a serious reduction in my consumption of high fructose corn syrup and refined flour.
19. Start practicing archery.
20. Buy new needles and start over on Mike’s sweater made with McTaggart Tweed from Beaverslide Dry Goods.
21. Convince myself that the economy is not going to take a crap, that knitters are, in fact, still spending money and start promoting the glass skull knitting needles again.
22. Get a spinning wheel and learn to spin.
23. Attend an opera.
24. Pay more attention to celebrity gossip.  Learn to use it to my advantage.
25. Get my saxophone refinished and re-padded.
26. Buy a decent pair of running shoes.
27. Start jogging again.
28. Run a 5K.
29. Take part in The Great Urban Race.
30. Paint all of the trim in the house so it is no longer purple.  God, I hate the previous owners.  Hate may not be a strong enough word.
31. Buy a pair of sunglasses that don’t look trendy (read: silly).
32. Make a significant purchase from Victoria’s Secret.
33. Make an even more significant purchase from Frederick’s of Hollywood.
34. Learn some new trick with my tongue.
35. Clean out from under my bed.
36. Go to Commercial Tanning School in Idaho.
37. Buy a Mac.
38. Buy a desk to put it on.
39. Build a cooler blog than this.
40. Run for some sort of local office.  Is there a Parent Body President?
41. Learn to ride a horse.  Have I mentioned our horse, Joker?
42. See Levon Helm in Woodstock again.
43. Rid America of Political Correctness.
44. See Tropic Thunder because I’m not afraid of the word “retard”.
45. Encourage Tibet to Free itself.  Self-sufficiency, people.  They can borrow the aforementioned .270.
46. Remove the quarter inch of dust from my dresser.
47. Pay off all unsecured debt.  All of it.
48. Finally read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
49. Finally watch This is Spinal Tap.
50. Set my alarm for every episode of The Office this season.

50.5. Fold half of the laundry piled on top of my dryer.

That Distinct Bohemian Scent

A couple of years ago, I had the occasion to “manage” (and I use that in the loosest sense of the word) someone who had long since eschewed deodorant.  This wasn’t much of an issue in the winter, but in the summer, in a warehouse sans air conditioning, this could be a problem.  And since this individual was partial to wearing wife beaters and propping himself against the wall with his arm out and slightly elevated when you stopped to talk to him, it could be hard to keep a straight face.  Once in a while, he would apologize because he KNEW he smelled, but I don’t think he had the slightest clue what it was like to enter our tiny unisex bathroom after he had been confined, even briefly, to this small space.

I was concerned about subjecting my family to precisely the same funk when I decided to try the Crystal Body Deodorant Spray, but, so far, I have been pleasantly surprised.

A great gift for the hippy in your life.

Normally, I require an antiperspirant & deodorant.  I haven’t put The Crystal to a serious sweat test yet, but compared to what it is like, even in an office environment, on a day when I am in such a sleep deprived haze hurry that I forget my regular deodorant, so far, so good.  No unexpected sweating or offensive odor.  This one gets my seal of approval.  And YEA! No Aluminum Chlorohydrate or deciding which undesirable, artificial scent to buy!

Eating My Weight in Greek Gods

It is not often that I come across something that floors me, completely stops me in my tracks and compels me to profess its wonders to the world around me, but I recently discovered Greek Gods Yogurt, the honey variety to be precise.

Heaven in a little plastic cup

This yogurt is thick, creamy and super delicious.  It does have 250 calories, but it has live and active cultures including probiotics, so I’m going to let myself justify this yummy addition to my routine.

Here Chicky, Chicky

I am a previous chicken owner who has recently been re-bitten by the chicken bug.  I miss the eggs.  I miss watching the girls peck around in the backyard.  I miss that silly Chicken Chicken (that was actually her name…we’re creative like that) sitting on my shoulder or my lap.  I may look scared here, but I’m not.  Whether the dog is licking her lips in anticipation of a tasty chicken dinner is any one’s guess.

It is time for baby chicks!  Coming up, we will may explore possible designs for the new coop as well as my limited chicken knowledge.

Expectations

If there is one thing that has kept me from getting started here, it is the introductory post.  I’ve always felt that it should say a bit about you and set the tone for what is to come.  The problem is, if I don’t know what to expect, how in the world do I convey that without just coming out and saying it?  So there it is.  I don’t know what you’ll find here.  It could be anything.  Knitting, gardening, hunting, stories about crazy folks I’ve met along the way.

One thing I’ve recently realized is, in a way, my grandmother was right.  I am a quitter.  But I prefer to think of myself as a starter.  When I find something new that interests me, I dig right in and find out everything I can about it (at least what my free time allows).  Sometimes, at that point, I find out it’s not for me.  Other times, I discover that my only goal was to excel at this given thing and, once I reach that point, boredom ensues and it’s on to the next thing, whatever that may be.  So, in that, even I don’t know what to expect.  All I can hope is that it’s interesting and, at the very least, I’ll have a diary of past immersions.

Maybe I’ll become a rollergirl, a politician, or a deep sea diver.  Maybe I’ll travel.  See Bigfoot or a Chupacabra.  Only time will tell.