Tuesday, August 29, 2006

"My name is Modesty"

MB movie

The movie that saved the rights for Miramax (so they say out there in the Modesty Blaise cyber gossip world), and thankfully, it was not too shabby for what it was and what I paid to get it.


Sunday, August 27, 2006

a picture and why I am grateful for the Numa-Numa guy

I lost my post after the first save, so this is what you get, yes, this is what was here when I made a save to go out to dinner at the restaurant I met my husband at and proceed to drink one or two or possibly three and a half too many margaritas and when upon my return home I meant to put further meaningless drivel but with cool links and all on the blog and was feeling all "inspired" aka drunk tipsy and managed to write a whole post of wonderfulness and deep thoughts only to have it ruined by a Squink wondering what the snake-like-thingy was doing being all hooked onto some other weird thingy but was really the power cord attached to a power outlet so I not only lost all I wrote but had to freak out at his being able to reach and pull out a power cord- I am way to freaking busy to make it all again, even though it was good and I was proud of all my linkys and all and I wish I had a mac but instead have spent way too much money on non macs but I am still alive so it can't be all that bad and

(breathe blair)

I am blog-speaking to myself... but Hi everyone!

here is the numa-numa link - he rocks, I now sing all the time because he can do it around the world and be parodied and such and so I can let myself be free of the sillier inhibitions... but the real post was much more thoughtful and rather poetic so you all close you eyes and imagine you just read some rather profound post for once here and think wow, Blair really has deep, profound and good thoughts...
now open your eyes and see the real world but you have forgotten about this silly post and I love you all for it!



Saturday, August 19, 2006

Snow in August

Not really, I suppose one should call it man made ice...

But Squink went with the cousins and while he liked the ice, he loved... no wait, let me rephrase that ... he LOVED the water.

I taught him how to splash in puddles and while he could not exactly jump into them, he could make some awesome splashes!

That L on my forehead is for "learnin"

So, I suppose I should be somewhat thankful that I may be called a "geek" or a "nerd" but never a "dork"...


I know I am more like Modesty Blaise deep down and she is frankly too cool for any of those names! I mean she has such superior control over her muscles that she can forcfully remove an injected poison...


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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

At last

my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I can speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
And you are mine at last

(I have that song in my head)

I am fine!!! I am not sick, or coughing or taking horrible medications that cause me to feel like kokopelli [the hunchback part not the fertility god(dess) part].

However, I am also playing catch up with the lost two or three weeks of my life. If I owe you a thank you letter, a phone call, anything. I hope I get around to it.

So, in the events of the last week we find that my Schatzy turned 33, so young, so handsome, so good!


(drum roll please)

I feel like I have finally received an "official" initiation into motherhood!!!

You may recall, or you may not be so interested in knowing that I had THE EASIEST LABOR AND DELIVERY EVER...

I had hell to get there, but a morning of contractions that didn't ever make me want to push, but were a bit uncomfortable...

and what I remember as a 3 minute delivery... assuming one push every minute.
Yeah, it was way too easy, and after the horror stories, not so sure I would want to trade the bed rest for it, but that is also entirely debatable.

So what is it, you may be asking yourselves, that caused me to rejoice and dance and sing about my entree to official motherdom...

Well, I was puked on... yep, you read that right!

PUKED ON, not a little, but that projectile vomit while they are standing in front of you kind and it is all over your clothes and your shoes and you don't actually notice because their eyes speak of sorrows that seem so deep and painful, not to mention their heated brow, so warm in fact that they practically throw off steam from the puke that managed to get on them.

I also happen to be thankful that it was mainly juice... yeah none of that which makes it smell like milk gone bad, and thankfully absent of the curdles...

but I was puked on, and I held my baby boy as I cleaned him off, after I stripped my clothes off so that he would not have to rest against it as I held him close in all that I could really do to "make it all feel better".

PS I still can't figure out who the heavy metal band might be that wants to take a picture on our front porch... but I have my students working on trying to figure it out. I guess Schatz turning 33 was the final cross-over to complete forgetfulness... because every time I ask him what they are called he says'..."alluded, eluded, deluded... I dunno something ______ded". Yeah, a quick glance in our local "hip rag" reveals NOTHING!


Stop the Insanity

What mess have I inadvertently created when I "accidentaly" lost half the code and pasted it back in? only to find part of that half is not showing up anyway...

[insert expletive of your choice here]... because I am sure I have said that very one one you picked at least a half dozen times~

Plus the use of expletives is relatively new to me... ;-b
So, whatever happend to Susan Powter?


Sunday, August 13, 2006


Squidfingers has gorgeous and free patterns for your website, just playing with some (as you can see now) and seeing if I can live with ones that don't immediately appeal to me but that I think are pretty.


mommy love

mommy love mommy love Originally uploaded by Blair Necessities.

he is sick and angry, and I still love him!

Saturday, August 12, 2006


I am not surprised by this.

I will never forget the day my cousin told me that the dinosaur fossils were put there to trick us thus making 99.9% of paleontologists satan's spawn.


Thursday, August 10, 2006

Who knew

that eating spaghetti could be this much fun - in three and a half minutes!
Squink demonstrates asking to be left alone, saying ciao, food as hair products... and so much more... really, I am sure it is unbelievably long for any one other than a blood relation.

Unfortunately, you can't hear anything.

For the Oma's!


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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

almost 100%

Today is the first day I have come to feeling better... which is a very good thing because it involved a crazy day at work (the good kind). My doctor called to check up on me, which makes him about as awesome as this doctor. I told him that the super duper antibiotic he put me on was awful and made my joints feel as if I was an 98 year old arthritic but that my "evil" cough was gone and that was good, also that I did take the prednisone (which I hate hate hate) and only had to use the albuterol twice (though I didnt say that I felt like I had to use since I had paid for it and all and it was not necessarily the case that I actually needed the meds). My joints still hurts 24 hours post medication, I feel like my 98 arthritic alter ego has taken over my body but I am 98.2% cough free (I mean who would want to cough when they can feel as if they were falling apart at the seam - literally).

However, my point is that I almost have my sense of humor back, I am almost back at my usual strangely lovable self that will break into song at a moments notice... it is close, I have had the urge to sing randomly and while I am sure I am completely tone deaf, the happiness I feel and the laughs it brings are worth something as an indicator of recovery.

We finally got the overturned trees cleaned up and by we I mean the wonderful man that comes to our home every other week. I think he is going to be able to save two of them. If you are so inclined, pray for my trees, they are a special thing and I love them. While you are at it, you may want to pray that all of the pigeons that live around here are struck with supreme idiocy and don't figure out that I still have not replaced the attic window. IT IS TOO HOT!

In other news, a heavy metal rock band wants to use our house on their next album... they spoke to the Schatz so all details are rather vague, but I will post more when I get the chance... on the house blog, the one I have not written anything on because I did not have any nice things to say and thought it was better not to say them at all... so I let the place rest and therefore not be subject to my ranting about how I hate the new steps that lead to the pool area, that the storm was hell and I was terrified about the pool nature thought we wanted in our basement (I am not sure who gave nature that idea).

So, for what it is worth, today (at least) I am back!

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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

August Coloriffic Swaporama!

August Coloriffic Swaporama! Originally uploaded by odrabydnam.

This is a much better picture taken by my swap recipient.
For Agnes - a swap is a group of people that get together and make presents for someone else int he group along a theme.
For August, the theme was rainbow and I had to include things that I thought my partner would like (she does not know who has her name)... one thing has to be handmade. I looked her up in the pool of women and found out more about her and bought things that I thought she would like. As I am doing this, someone completely different has my name and has to do the same for me (I got the apron in a post below). We have to have everything ready and mailed out by a certain date, and people from all over the world participate. you can click on this link for more information about the swap I sent this item for. But there are many more swaps than this one... you can do a candy swap or a CD swap or a bookmark swap or any kind of swap!


The golden opportunity you are seeking is in yourself. It is not in your environment, it is not in luck or chance, or the help of others; it is in yourself alone.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Where I think about...

...where I come from.

I was born in Colombia (as in South America) to parents who were American citizens. This is not all that unusual I suppose, though I meet very few people in the USA that fall into this particular category. I call it expat-by-birth, because by the very nature of my birth, I would be an expat where ever I live. For example - if I am in the USA I am an American sure, but there exists a sense of "well, she wasn't born here" when that sort of situation arises... which when outside the norm, seems to come up a lot in my life... (think the ubiquitous question of "where are you from?" I am never sure how to answer this)... When I am in South America it is a strange middle ground... .I guess I am trying to say that blond hair and blue eyes are really not all that strange and people with them can be and are accepted as natives to the country.

When I was in Ecuador once, I had a breakfast conversation with my host brother and sister... where we discussed what I could call myself. Since I had arrived from the USA they initially called me "American" but then I said to them... "but I was born in Colombia... so am I only American?". They decided I wasn't, but that I could not say I was South American either... so when I asked that what that made me? They looked stumped (I should as that they were about 7 and 9 years of age)... that moment of them being stumped is where I have been most of my life... what is home?

I deeply love the patchwork mountains of Ecuador, have profound loyalty (and therefore profoundly understand the birth country requirement for US president) to Colombia, and adore the wild deserts of Arizona... so, from the moment I started becoming familiar with ancient greco-latin sayings I found an affinity with "I am a citizen not of Athens, nor of Greece, but of the world". I do not have a home country, but a slew of them... places that feel like home even if I visit for a short while.

So, why am I telling you all this... very recently someone else who had a similar birth experience to mine indirectly called me a bologotano (as in someone who hails from Bogota) and it was such a beautiful moment when I noticed this, because for the first time, someone other than my own family recognized that is exactly what I am... I was born in Bogota, Colombia... the color of my skin may not reflect that to many people but it is a part of what I am, and my birth country is not something that can be taken from me, that experience of growing up as a part of the community there and not just among other expats, of having my soul touched by the place of my birth and that in the end, regardless of what happens, I am that. Just like there should never be a reason to lose my American citizenship status... that is also something I am... and so I am a citizen of the world, with places I love that I can call home.

I wear a coat of many colors, colors from different flags... and I am being called a blogotana (evoking the feminine) and it feels so nice. Thank you Dr. Filmer, because of that gesture I felt confident enough to apply to blogscolombia.

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My first award

(Rolling on the floor laughing and still coughing)
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Thank you Mrs. OotFP
(the medal read "Blair Bears Up")

The less "artistic" one is now in it's place... slac (still laughing and coughing) does this mean I have received two awards?

My August swap

augustrainbow2006_0727 Originally uploaded by mutantsupermodel.

This I received. But there is more...

augustrainbow2006_0729(001) Originally uploaded by mutantsupermodel.

The apron, which fails to show the very cute one that was along with it for Squink and because my camera batteries are dead, my camera phone must suffice you can go see it here.


While I am proud of my swap, the camera pictures suck but if you are curious to see what I sent go here and here for the coloriffic swap-o-rama and here for the Pack it up Small

Saturday, August 05, 2006

To do list:

1. mop up the pool in the basement
2. Rest
3. Fix window in attic

Note: Items in italics reveal that deep thought has gone into... well, just thinking about fixing it. Additionally, the extent to which the strike-through is used reveals the extent to which that particular goal was accomplished.

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Thursday, August 03, 2006

my nutshell

The last few weeks in a nutshell...
  • I got sick
  • That night we were in the worst storm I have ever been in where I live
  • We had no power for a day
  • I got worse
  • I was grateful it was not like Katrina, but there are homes with missing roofs and some trees (and I mean the HUGE ones) overturned on homes and cars in the "hood"... I think a tornado hit, though none were reported. I think we were lucky, but in the "eye of the storm"...
  • Our damage... a window pane out in our attic and several overturned trees and fallen branches).
  • I get worse.
  • I miss more than 2 days in a row of work for the first time (due to illness)... ever!
  • I find the humidity horrid and start to dislike Arizona for the first time... ever!
  • I continue to be sick.
  • I find I am grateful I have day care so I can have some time at home to recuperate without having to care for a Squink... I feel guilty about this.
  • After five days and six nights in bed... I return to the living... barely.
  • I have an evil cough.
  • A moment of catharsis was given a little wack in the head.
  • My cat seems to have bloody smelly puss come out of her paw... my other cat has lung cancer. I am consumed with cat guilt.
  • My cat gets a pad on her paw amputated and has a cast... she hates the cast, and the three medicines I have to give her.
  • My other cat is not fond of the medicine that helps him breathe...
  • I am still consumed by cat guilt.
  • My cat is mad at me and proves this by using my bed as a potty. I am coughing too hard to be too mad at her... plus, I would be mad too if I had one of my extra thumbs removed because my caretakes let it grow into my hand.
  • I am told by several people that my cough is "nasty" and must be seen by a doctor...
  • after three days I cave.
  • It takes another three days to get an appointment to see the doctor.
  • I am now on three medications...
  • And I am still full of guilt (I must take better care of myself for Squinks sake).
  • I still have not replaced my missing window in the attic...
  • I fear that I will have pigeon hell if I wait much longer...
  • But it is too hot and my cough is my excuse.
  • Our air conditioner (thank goodness for central air) has made a small pool of condensation in the basement... and I have left it for a few days because I can't, I just can't deal with it right now...
  • I just want to sleep when I get home, but I have to take care of the Squink until he goes to bed.
  • I am tired, I hate coughing, my cats are ill, I can't take care of the house I love right now and all I want to do is cry...
  • And I miss all of you.