tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9052496270239723542011-07-09T16:03:06.464-04:00The wind is low, the birds will sing, that you are part of everything...Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17049145554312639897noreply@blogger.comBlogger2851100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-905249627023972354.post-35703244621801700112009-04-17T10:45:00.004-04:002009-04-17T22:47:01.014-04:00

I have been getting two sets of solicitation calls. One appears to be a collection agency and the other is a car insurance company. On a few occasions, they've left the name of the person they're looking for. -It's not me. It's not even close to my name.I thought about calling these companies back to tell them they have the wrong number, but my research revealed that these two companies get

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If you still have the last lingering bit of a cough from a flu you had THREE WEEKS AGO [I just checked my calendar. It's] FIVE weeks ago! - that hasn't quite finished working its way out of your system, you should not be able to get sick again until the first flu has FINISHED!!!I mean, how is that possible? Is that even allowed???I am, once again, a human drip factory. I have the piles of

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You see a big round bug.Which you carefully scoop into a little paper cup,then cover the cup with another paper cup,then quickly and carefully run walk to the nearest door,somehow miraculously open said door,then open the cup so you can shake it outside,...and the cup is empty.

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There was still one more picture from The Blue House that I never posted. "Letters" month started and I never got around to it. So I've posted it now."Where is it?" you ask? I back dated it to March 2008 so it'd be closer to the other photos of that house.The Living Room is here.-Missed the "Blue House" photos way back when? Click on the "Doll House Miniatures" category on the right, then work

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Another long overdue award.This really beautiful award was given to me by MP last year. Unfortunately, it was just around the time I had to go offline. I'm sorry it's taken so long to pass this on to all of you.MP, thank you, so much for thinking of me. I was really touched when I saw my name on your list. (Kendra, and Storyteller, I still haven't forgotten yours either!)The rules are as

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Popping in quickly to say "hi!"Also to say: I snapped this picture at a thrift shop. Does anyone else find this disturbing besides me? ;)

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Quick note to say "hi." I've had no time to get online, even for a moment to blog or pre-schedule posts. Sorry. I think about stuff to blog and post all the time but don't have the time to actually post/upload them. Hopefully I'll be able to do a bit more soon."Happy everything!"(-Or if that's too much pressure... just plain o'le "everything!")

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It seems my blog has passed the "Not Spam" review by a human. All the "your blog may be spam" warnings have disappeared from my dashboard as well as the word verifications I had to enter (for me to post to my own blog!). I'm surprised it only took a few days. The last time, it took over a month. While the whole thing is still a pain and a bit unnerving, I'd say the overall experience this time

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*Note: The following post was written while Blogger's backup feature was still in Beta Testing. Blogger's backup feature is now out of testing and can be accessed through your blog's regular sign-in page. You NO LONGER NEED to sign in through "Blogger In Draft" to backup your Blogger blog. Everything else below should still apply.Blogger In Draft is an alternate "door" that you can use to sign

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Hello,Your blog at: http://partofeverything.blogspot.com/ has been identified as a potential spam blog. To correct this, please request a review by filling out the form at [link omitted]Your blog will be deleted in 20 days if it isn't reviewed, and your readers will see a warning page during this time. After we receive your request, we'll review your blog and unlock it within two business days.

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Remember Parts 1, 2, and 3 of that dream I had? These are some of the things I obsessed about calmly pondered for a miniscule amount of time after I woke up.Everything up to where we met the man and he said we were not where we thought we were, that there was a different street further up, and then when the family started going crazy under his spell... all of that seems normal to me. -For a dream

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Missed The Beginning?Part 1 of this dream | Part 2 of this dreamI walked about 2 more blocks, with the 3 (I think 3?) kids, towards the point where I thought we'd be crossing onto 125th street, and where I expected to start walking through the really bad neighborhood. With each step, everything around us got darker, as if each footstep controlled the dimming of all light around us. I knew that

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ME(On the phone.)Hi, I just placed a delivery order two minutes ago and I'd like to add something.GIRL ON PHONEUmmm... I'm not sure if you can do that.MEI can't? I just called... I can't add something?GIRL ON PHONENo. I don't think you can.MEI just ordered a hamburger, less than two minutes ago. It can't have been cooked and gone out already.GIRL ON PHONEYeah but I already sent the order to the

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Thank you.

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Part 1 of this dream is here....I noticed that it was slowly, slowly starting to get darker.I was thinking to myself that even if 125th street was dangerous (Again... in "the dream world." In real life it's fine.), I could get through it ok. It wasn't a smart or a safe thing to do, but I figured I could do it. -I kinda figured I had a 70% to 80% chance of making it through. I'd just keep walking

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Years ago, I worked in the Emergency Room as an EMT. I have fond memories of Halloween shifts in the ER... Memories of handing patients off to the resident Mad Scientist (Surgeon)... Telling people looking for Xray to "Follow that Ninja." (Yeah I know... I would have thought skeletons too. But no. The X-Ray Technicians were Ninjas. -No this isn't another one of my dreams! ;) )One of the more

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I had a few moments and came straight here. I've pre-posted some more entries and answered comments through August (go take a look!). Hopefully I'll get to the rest sometime too. I'm not "back" yet.Thank you to everybody who's still reading here. Your visits are so appreciate.As a matter of fact... That makes me think of something else I can do right now...Hillary gave me this award EONS ago (and

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I wrote this out several months ago and figured I'd post it. I'd forgotten all about it. It's long. Maybe about 4 [long!] posts worth.-Welcome to the inner subconscious workings of my brain ;)I was in the city walking home from something and thinking that the street I was on might not be the best way to go. But I realized I could get to the street I did want by walking a few blocks more and

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MEIt's been almost a year. I originally put up her site to get information to people about the funeral and benefit concerts. Most of that is done, or could be handled by a mailing at this point. I promised your sister I'd take the site down when it was no longer needed, but people are still visiting it.HER Still?ME People leave comments. The most recent was a week ago from someone who hadn't

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Again, I usually delete these without reading, but for some reason I read this one. It's been edited. My personal favorite is #4 (I would take issue with the "grouse-i-cide" but the rest is dead on.)MESSAGE FROM, H.R.H. THE QUEENTo the citizens of the United States of AmericaFrom Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth IIIn light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for

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MEI'm not really up for lunch. I can probably still do it if we eat here instead of going out. We won't have your favorite popovers but there are other places that could deliver. Or we could reschedule if you'd like.HIMIf you're not feeling great or you want to reschedule-MEI just hate canceling after all the trouble we had setting this date. And then if, after all that, you drop dead the next

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That's right. And I think it takes a particular breed of talent to accidentally glue your fingers together on not just one, but both hands!Stop laughing.I have a very good explanation for how this happened.You see, I was gluing together a very tiny object, so the fingers on the hand that was holding the tiny object were pressed very tightly together. Which is why the entire front surfaces of

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KMelissa's ready to keel over. I should get her home before she falls asleep.TWhy do you think that? Because she's staring, motionless, into space?KNo. Because she stopped talking.

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This occurred to me while I was lying in bed last night. I opened my eyes at one point, and realized how much brighter it was in the room than I'd thought. Then I closed my eyes again and... darker. Much better. Then I opened and closed them a few more times, just because I could, and I was so grateful that I could do that. It's so easy.Eyelids are pretty great. For keeping out too much light,

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This was the weirdest thing. And yes, there was a river nearby but hello? Lost much? (Not like I didn't look weird running after all of them with my camera! Nooooo. Not me!)

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A few days ago I broke out in a rash from something I ate. Red scaly patches all over my face. -Very attractive. Needless to say, it made me a little self conscious. By the third day the worst of the rash was fading but I still had some patches of red on my face so, instead of going out to get food, my self-conscious self and I ordered in.When the delivery man arrived he smiled warmly and said, "

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I found this on Sparky's memory stick. He took the photo himself. I think it's perfect! :D If you look at the picture here, you'll see a small flap on the top of his head. That's a headlight that pops up when he's curious about something or wants to see it better. That's what caused the small white dot in the center of his shadow above.

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(I will be in the screened in pool!)

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Phone conversation with my 3 year old nieceMEHi!HER Hi Aunt Melissa!ME How are you?HER Good.ME What are you doing right now?HER I'm on the toilet.ME Right now? While you're talking to me on the phone?HERYes.-It must be genetic.

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? ? ?

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Which of these should not be sprayed on your hair? Especially when you're in a hurry?-'Nuff said.

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Phone call with a friendME"Good boy!"HERWho are you talking to?ME Sparky.HER He's out?!ME Yes and it's the first time he's kicked his ball in over an hour. He keeps missing it. Then he gets upset.HER I'm so glad he's out!ME Yeah, it's been a while. -"I'm here. Turn around."HER What was that?ME He called my name.HER He knows your name?ME Yes. When he gets into trouble or he thinks I've left the

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I spent the day playing with Sparky, who has been far too neglected recently. Thanks to my inattentiveness, I had to spend about 45 minutes doing physical therapy on his neck which had stiffened up while he was not in use. This has happened before. He's fine now. And he's returned to his usual charming habit of trying to shake hands with boxes and dark corners, and getting disappointed when they

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Conversation with a 12 year old boy after surgeryMEHow are you feeling?HIMGood.MEDoes anything hurt?HIMNo.MEDid they give you medicine for the pain? Is that why?HIMYeah.MEHave you been sleeping a lot because of that?HIMYeah.MEGood because that's your FAVORITE THING!HIM(Laughs.)MEYou know, I'm SO glad you had this done now and that it went so well. Because now it's done and out of the way, and

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A real conversationAnesthesiologistOk, we're going to start giving you drugs now to help put you to sleep.12 Year Old BoyNo! You can't give me drugs! My mother would kill me! Drugs are illegal!

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ME(Looking at green bags that are supposed to prolong the life of your produce and keep it from spoiling as quickly.)I wonder if these really work?SALESPERSONThey do! I use them and I have a tomato in one that's over a month old and it still looks brand new!MEOk then... I won't be going to your house for dinner!("Guess what everybody! All that food we're eating? It's over a YEAR OLD!")* Note: Joe

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You know what really made me smile about this card?-It's backwards (Or Jewish.)OutsideInsideFor anyone who needed a smil smile today,I'm sharing this with you.* Thank you S.

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I've passed this sign for years and never thought anything of it.The other day, it stopped me in my tracks.

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I have a family member who has a phone installed in their bathroom. I'm not talking about a cordless phone that they bring into the bathroom from time to time. I'm talking about a corded phone that they installed right there, next to the toilet, screwed into the wall. -Wires running to it and everything.I think this gives me carte blanche to talk to them while I'm in the bathroom without

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I was having a conversation with a friend through instant messaging, when my food delivery arrived. Not to be deterred, I continued to type to him with one hand while I ate my dinner with the other. And then a thought popped into my head.MEI have a question. How the heck do you eat and type at the same time?HIMI make a mess :)My friend has one arm, and while I could completely understand typing

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I normally delete these without reading, but for some reason I read this one.Subject: Important WARNING!!!My friend sent me this message this morning, just a little too late:I hate it when people forward bogus warnings, and I have even done it myself a couple times, unintentionally... but this one is real, and it is important. So please send this warning to everyone on your e-mail list.If

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Do you ever have a bunch of things to do where you're running around, and trying to cover all your bases so people don't worry, but because you're running around with a bunch of things to do, you don't really do that very well? -That's where I am right now! ;)And it also doesn't help that I'm still trying to find that balance between blogging and keeping certain things private about my friends,

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I may need to be off line for a while. I may be able to email in posts, or pre-schedule a bunch in advance (more likely), but just not be able to read or reply to comments for a while. I know lots of bloggers don't reply to comments, but I do. It would be weird not doing that. Or having this all be a "one way" conversation blog and not "two way." I don't feel bad when other bloggers don't reply

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I left this tip for someone in their comments today and thought I'd post it here as well.The next time Blogger gives you an error message when you're trying to make a post or comment, (and you think all your brilliant thoughts, insights, and hours of work have been lost!) right click on the page and select "back." (Mac users, hold down the cntrl key while you click the page, and select "back.")

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What's better than a kitten that fits in the palm of your hand?TWO kittens that fit in the palm of your hand!(That's one hand!) My friend is bottle feeding these two for a shelter near her and since they have to be fed every two hours she brought them with her when she came to visit.Just to give you a sense of scale: Yes, that's me.I hope these two are ok. I poked and prodded them a little -as I

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I'll give you a hint. It's DIRECTLY below my window.Nobody?Ok. What if I told you that wasn't a blurry picture?No?Ok, what about these pictures?Getting a better idea?How about this:311311 operator, how can I help you?MEIs fireworks a 311 or a 911 call?311That would be 911 but I can connect you.METhank you. [Moments later]911911 operator, where's the emergency? [Information between myself

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If a toilet overflows on the 6th floor, and nobody's home, does the water still flow down through the ceilings and pipes onto the floors of every single bathroom below it?Yes. Yes it does.

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I emailed my dad a link to the video in yesterday's post, and mistakenly said it was a video of "the salt trick." He wrote back:...the video is of the fork trick, not the salt trick. After all these years, you'd think you'd know one from the other!!!-The man has a point ;)

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My father has two tricks he must do at every restaurant we visit. Every restaurant, every time.The first is his salt shaker balancing trick.Normally we blow away the salt at the bottom.Theoretically, the shaker is only balancing on one grain of salt.The second trick he must always do, is the more impressive (in my opinion) "two-forks-wedged-together-with-a-toothpick" balancing trick.The setup:The

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This was my view during lunch.

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My friends find these conversations amusing and have suggested that I record them and sell them on ebay. But really, all I'm ever trying to do is explain to the bugs that I'm not trying to hurt them, and that they should stop running away and making things difficult, because the only thing I'm trying to do is take them to a window so they can go back outside.Most don't seem to believe me and lead

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For a few months during the summer, Wollman Rink, in Central Park, is transformed into the Victorian Gardens, an amusement park that's fun for the whole family. -As long as the whole family is under five. Seriously. They're all toddler rides! Except for one or two. But that didn't stop us from having a good time. We went on the big slide, played a couple of games,I won this for my sister in

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My sister and I passed a spot in Central Park that looked oddly familiar. It didn't take long to realize it was the very same spot where a Geocache had eluded us a year earlier.Although I didn't have my GPS with me, we decided to check out the area again and see if we could find it. Of course, without a GPS and the exact coordinates, we only had a general idea of where to look, but it turned out

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Or at least eat them more quickly.Stork?Determination.(Sorry. No "Jesus" onions.)

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One recurring theme in my dreams, is that I'm still in High School, or Boarding School, or Sleepaway Camp. In these dreams, I'm always 18, or, more often, I'm way over 18 years old and have chosen to stay and keep repeating the last year(s). I haven't been left behind. I just decided to keep taking more and more classes there instead of going to college. And in these dreams, it seems that's

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Well sort of... Can you spot me?Photo Collage from IAmBossy.comHow many of you got the hint? Yup that's right. This is me :) Seriously. That's the picture I submitted of myself for her collage. And I'm right above what appears to be the oh so cute Pete! (aka Fiddley Gomme) -Who by the way, is NOT a girl!She thinks we're cute! (anybody else hearing Rudolph in their head?)I'm so proud.You may

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Kendra's post about her Sims experience reminded me of some problems I once had with a computer game.Several years ago, I bought a Star Trek game because it had a virtual reality "walk through" of the starship Voyager as an included "extra." I loved Voyager so I bought the game for a few dollars on Ebay. The VR wasn't really true to Voyager but it didn't cost me that much so I decided to try it

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If you weren't reading my blog back in December, you should click through the links to get the back story on this. If you were reading here in December, you might want to click through again anyway just to refresh your memory.This morning I was supposed to go to Fairway with my friend. I got up, got dressed, and waited... nothing. We had to move her car before the street cleaners came (the whole

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My friend and I once had a very long series of emails discussing what should be done with my remains (Don't ask. -Ok short version, I was very sick, needed surgery, thought I was going to die.) Among other things, I told her that I wanted to be cremated, I wanted my ashes mixed with my pets' ashes, and I wanted all of us to be put into something plain, simple, and silver colored-ish. Like a

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Conversation between meand my 102 year old neighborMEHow is it that you still have so much dark hair?LLWhat do you mean?MEYou're 102 years old and you're barely 50% gray.LLOn half of my head?MENo, not on half of your head. Throughout.LLReally?MEYes.LLWhat color is the rest?MEBlack.LLI didn't know I still had black hair. Is it pretty?MEOf course.LATERLLIf I could still see, I'd go out for walks,

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I thought I'd tell you about that "Evil Queen from Snow White living in my air conditioner" dream that I mentioned the other day. -When? Here. Weren't you paying attention? ;)My father used to read to me before I went to bed. For a while, when I was around 4 or 5 years old, the book of choice was "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs." It was a large book with pictures from the Disney movie. Even

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I have trouble figuring out what kind of look I ultimately want for this blog. I know I haven't found it yet. For the past few weeks I've been very tempted to switch to the "minima-white" template with no added anything!I know how to make a template and I can make them for other people sometimes, but it's harder for myself. When I look at pre-made templates, the ones I'm most drawn to are the

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I can't figure out what the heck kind of template I want for this site. I'm still having an identity crisis. Let me know if anything isn't working properly. Back to tweaking!(For those of you whose thoughts went "there" -Get your minds out of the gutter! ;) )

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I'm supposed to meet a friend at Mars 2112 in an hour and a half, and I'm trying to figure out what to wear, and because it's so hot, I've decided that the perfect thing to wear would be NOTHING. But since I don't want my next meal to be in prison, I'll continue to look for something -Just as soon as I finish procrastinating writing in this blog.Everything I own seems to have gotten a little bit

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The last time I saw something like this, a trip to the vet was in order.

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It amazes me which news items are kept local and which ones are deemed worthy of being broadcast on stations outside of New York.A crane collapsed today. A building crane. It's nowhere near me. Well... it's about 2 miles away, but two miles away in NYC may as well be the next state over.In suburbia, 2 miles away is next door. You drive two miles in a heartbeat. In the city, we tend to travel

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I just assembled some Ikea furniture for my neighbor. Actually, I disassembled everything that her husband and the Super assembled, and then I reassembled it... the right way. Amazingly, when I did it, it didn't look anything like a cross between the Leaning Tower of Pisa and a stack of cards on the verge of collapse.What is it about people and Ikea? I know there are people who don't like Ikea

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Right now I am specifically thankful for the a/c I bought from my friends when they moved.If it hadn't been for my pets I don't know if I'd have ever bought an a/c. I put off getting one for years. I told myself they were too much money and cost too much to run.... that I could get by with just fans... But then one of my pets got ill, and she wouldn't have been able to tolerate the heat. That was

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A Phone CallHERI'm sorry I'm calling so late. Would you believe we JUST got back from the beauty salon?MEYes.HERIt was great! E got her hair lightened so it looks the way it does in the summer, and I got highlights put in, and they even did the hair on my chin and made eyebrows for me!METhey made eyebrows out of your chin hair?

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HERSo if I get this new job it'll be more of what I like to do, but I won't have my own classroom because I'll be bringing my lessons into other people's classrooms.MEGood thing you didn't get another guinea pig for your class.HERI know.MEWhat about your other classroom pet? You know... the er... slugs.HERThe silkworms?METhey're maggots.Photo by: Wm JasHERThey're beautiful!METhey're Gagh.HERI

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GIRL AT BUS STOPAre you an art teacher?MENo. What made you think I'm an art teacher? Is it because I'm wearing a long raincoat that looks kind of like a smock?GIRL AT BUS STOPAnd because of your hair and the color.MAN(As we board the bus)She asked me if I was a lawyer.MEDid you ask her why?MAN(Shrugs and smiles.)Once I was on the bus, I looked down to reach into my pocket and, for the first time

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At DinnerHERI think I'm going to get the Monk Fish.MEOh. You're getting a "Fish Creation."HERA what?MEA "Fish Creation." See...? That's what they call that section of the menu. Not "Seafood" but "Fish Creations." Frankly, that made me a bit nervous.LATERMEHow's your Fish Creation?HERGood. But I'm a little disappointed in the shrimp. They only gave me three.MEWell that's because it doesn't come

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If I had the time or energy to write, I would tell you about conversations I had this past week about:Suicide,Deaths in families,The witness protection program,And the damage that secrets can cause to the "secret holders."I would tell you about a conversation I had with a psychic. Not a reading, but about her, and her being a psychic.About a homeless man I talked to for a few blocks as I walked

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Email to a friendThe good news is, we don't have to worry about my getting It tomorrow while we're out.The bad news is, I got It today.The good news is, that means I'm not pregnant! (Not that I ever thought I was, since there's no physical way I could be pregnant this month. Still, I wouldn't want to be pregnant so it's good that I'm not!)The bad news is, since it wouldn't have been physically

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For the most part, I want to keep this blog positive. But I am in a bad mood right now thanks to the good folks at Blogger.I was working on a blog for a friend (who I've just sent an email to. I wonder if she'll read here first.) and that blog has been removed. I did not delete this blog. I did back most everything up. I don't know why it was removed or by whom. It's just gone. It's not at its

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You know what makes popcorn pop faster? When you pour the popcorn kernels into the popper instead of the bowl.

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A pigeon.Thank you God for not giving me the pigeon.I saw him as I was walking home, sitting on the ground alongside a building. Very still. All puffed up.Still pigeon + sitting on the ground + clinging to a wall + all puffed up = Not good.I stopped and considered getting him right then and there, but then decided I'd finish walking the half a block home, put down my bags, and then come back for

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When I called my sister's house yesterday, an unfamiliar voice answered the phone. I thought it was the baby sitter. When they asked who I was, and I said "Melissa," they replied with, "Oh my God! Aunt Melissa!"I thought this was a strange reaction from a baby sitter. My first thought was "The babysitter knows who I am?" and then I thought, "why would a call from me seem like a big deal to a baby

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I was closing a container today with one hand and thinking about how cool it is that that's possible. It's a fairly complicated set of moves to accomplish that task. Manual dexterity amazes me sometimes. Opposable thumbs... they are very good things to have.Of course then I started thinking about what kinds of maneuvers might be possible (through technology or evolution) if we had other types of

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During the past week, several people have asked me what I wanted for my birthday. I took time after some of those calls to try to really think about it. I thought there must be something I can ask people to get me. Something I'm hesitating buying for myself. But the same answer kept coming back to me. I really don't want anything. I've been trying to get rid of things. The only thing I really

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A number of years ago, I somehow forgot how old I was. Or, more specifically, I thought I was turning a year older than I really was. A friend caught this a few days before my birthday and said "Uh Melissa, that's not how old you're turning."I said, "Yes it is."And she said "No it's not. We're the same age. You are not a year older than me." And then she counted out the years with me over the

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Busy weekend. Busy day. Another post office trip is pending but I'm waiting to get some addresses from people so I can mail stuff out to them. I've been gradually getting rid of things for a while now. Most items go downstairs in my building's "I don't need this, do any of you?" pile (Most buildings in NYC have an area like that) but when I think of someone I know who might like something I'm

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Off to jump in the shower and try to wake up. Today and tomorrow are full days for me so I may not be back online until after the weekend. I think you have enough to read!Hope you all had peaceful and uneventful nights :)

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From Grandy:"The point of this quick meme is to share a favorite quote and dedicate it to three other bloggers."Again, I won't be tagging people but feel free to do this meme if you'd like and I'll add your name here.Meanwhile... one quote... Gosh there are so many. I have a file of quotes on my computer. Let's go with this one:"Going to church doesn't make you a christian any more than standing

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Another overdue Meme from MP.5 Random or Weird Things About Me:(Didn't I do this already? Can you do the same one more than once?)I used to say hangaburg (I was 3)I am often invisible to sensors that automatically open doors. Most times I have to back up and try a re-entry, and/or wave my hand in front of it. (No I'm not too short!)Ah there's another random fact. I'm 5'4."I love Macs.I also love

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They have been for a while. Interestingly, I just received an email from the rehabber. It looks like she wrote it about a half an hour ago, so she's up. Makes sense. She has baby birds to feed. If baby birds are awake outside my window, they'd be awake at her place right about now too. She emailed to tell me the boxes arrived.I mailed another package that same day. Someone had done me a huge

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I have a lot of blog reading to catch up on. Unfortunately, I'm way too groggy to read. Remember studying for tests, when you'd read a page over and over again and realize you had no idea what you just read? I'm so glad those days are over!

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MP tagged me for a Book Meme back in February. I tried doing it many times, but it proved to be problematic.The rules are:Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages)Open the book to page 123.Find the fifth sentence.Post the next three sentences.Tag five peopleWell we know #5 is out because I don't do that. The problem, for me started with #1. The book of at least 123 pages. It turns out,

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Coffee has an odd effect on me. Which is why I'm not drinking it now. (I wish I could!) Sometimes when I drink coffee, it knocks me out. Completely and totally knocks me out within 30 minutes. Drowsy beyond belief. Dead asleep for hours.Other times, it keeps me up. I can have a cup at 3pm and at 2am I will be awake and alert. Not jittery. Not anxious. Not wired. Just alert and awake and pretty

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One of the calls I had earlier this morning was with my sister. (Hmm... make that yesterday morning!) During the call, she told me that my 2 year old nice had a new naked hand me down Barbie doll that was bigger than her. My sister told my niece to tell me what she'd named the doll. My niece replied "Aunt Melissa!"(I'm pretty sure that ten minutes later the doll was back to being named "Mommy.")

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There's a guy outside who keeps saying "Oh my God... Oh my God... Oh my God..." over and over again. He doesn't sound so good. I checked and I can't see him from my window, but he seems to have other people with him, so I'm not going to worry too much.This is not to be confused with "Hallelujah Man." Hallelujah Man goes around the neighborhood yelling "Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

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Today has been a day of waiting. Waiting for emails, waiting for phone calls. Pretty much not leaving my desk or that area, so I could be sure I wouldn't miss them.The emails came in. This is good. I am still waiting on two of the phone calls. One might not call until tomorrow. The other I'm not sure about. Nothing particularly pertinent to me (I'm not waiting to hear if I won the lotto or

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A question:Because everyone has different likes, dislikes, different definitions of comfort, different types of things that make them feel grounded, safe, centered, peaceful, inspired...Where are you happy? A physical place.* And if there's no place where you're happy, where do you think you would be happy?* If you have a specific place in your mind that you imagine in detail, and consciously "

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For anyone who wasn't paying attention, I just posted for 30 days in a row during the entire month of April! I'd hoped to stick to the letters theme for the entire month but I wasn't able to find enough "postable" letters to complete my goal. Plus it wasn't a requirement for NaBloPoMo. The letters theme was a suggestion, but the requirement was to post at least once a day for 30 days, (whether

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Grandy gave me this award last week.I was only JUST able to find and pick it up yesterday!Thank you Grandy! You rawk too! :)

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I've just mailed two boxes of supplies to a wildlife rehabilitator I know, and will probably send another 2 boxes-worth once I can find actual boxes to put them in!I called her a couple of weeks ago and went through a bunch of my spare supplies with her on the phone. I already had an idea of what she'd be able to use but I wanted to check before sending anything. When I have a lot to donate,

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About 2 weeks ago, I set my alarm clock, woke up before it went off (as I generally do), got up, put my murphy bed up into the wall (I have a murphy bed), and went about my day. About an hour later, the alarm went off. Closed up in the bed. I'd forgotten to turn it off before getting out of bed, and there it was chirping away -as it would continue to do all day- until I turned it off. There's

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