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who knew i could see a pie chart of visitor countries? i like the 6% unknown...so x factorish! who are these unknowns? where are they from? why are they hiding? am i being watched? are you? what is he doing in there?

another hot one today, darlings, so i'll be drive-by blogging today.

here's to randomness, air conditioning and ceiling fans!

i think i'll slip a tom waits cd into the car player...i'll be driving miss daisy at some point today.

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update or why you shouldn't read blogs after being out in the sun in 90something degree weather with a heat index in the 100s:

Take the Quiz here!

oh yeah, this sounds like me:
You are Elinor Dashwood of Sense & Sensibility! You are practical, circumspect, and discreet. Though you are tremendously sensible and allow your head to rule, you have a deep, emotional side that few people often see.

and one more time:

i am beginning to seriously dislike mondays

i am in total sync with the MITM today. i know he'd rather be doing my job than his (it's far easier), but today still sucks farts outta dead seagulls!

(there goes the eloquence factor of this blog!)

almost a week, but not quite

thanks to all y'all who stopped by while i was away, i mean, even the MITM asked why i wasn't blogging! so if y'all were wondering but just didn't want to ask, the answer is simple: i couldn't do it. i couldn't think of anything entertaining, much less, intelligent to write about. now, that's not to say i wasn't thinking or engaging in meaningful conversation about all that's happened in the world because i was, doing that, i mean, and working, too! anyway, to paraphrase one of the best movies lines, i'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that my little problems don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.

so, i took a break. i've been reading all y'all and even commented a few times, but these past few days have been spent in remembrance and contemplation. we need to, i need to and it has been good. we are such fragile creatures, no matter how strong we are physically, our emotions triggered by the slightest things that the day before would have not garnered notice and suddenly, it comes to you what it is you're not thinking about, but somehow you know you've hidden between some pages of your mental moleskin and snapped the rubberband tightly around it. it was about the passage of time, the acknowledgment of it and the awareness of an ending, not the beginning for a change.

so, here we are back to celebrating the good things around us! the coconut krewe is hanging in there (we are our own mardi gras float), the MITM is hanging in there, miss daisy is hanging in there, so there it is. no need to cut a few notes, court composer, it all fits...(and if you know where THAT totally paraphrased line comes from you're good!)

i think it's time to watch the west wing.


(rest in peace, liz & pete)

sorry

have to take a little break.

i'll be back soon.

happy father's day

to the MITM:



all the other dad's out there:



and yes, i did send that card to the MITM, but i also told him it was too damn good NOT to post on the blog!

now, y'all know how much i hate hallmark card holidays, but good dads get shortchanged enough on a daily basis, so i thought i'd say hey because no one ever talks about all the really good dads out there who always do the right thing and never make a big deal of it. they get up every morning and make it so, as captain picard used to say, no matter what it is they have to do. so, here's to all the guys who do what they're supposed to do!

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!

(if you can, give your dad a hug today and tell him it's from savannah.)

UPDATE:
just found out that today is also scout's birthday! take a minute and run over and wish this lovely lady a grand birthday!

*ack*

i went to bed around 2000hrs, woke up at 0430, spoke with the boss (aka MITM), went back to bed around 0730 AND JUST WOKE UP! it's 90 degrees outside and i am so not going outside today. do you know what that means when you live in the south? massive humidity which means the heat index is probably going to be near 115 this afternoon.

yes, it could be worse, but i'm here not there where it is probably worse.

and it will get worse around here today.

yes, i'm whining,

yes, i'm cranky and

yes, i don't know what else, but dammit, i ain't susie sunshine all the time, yanno?

even scarlett o'hara had a fit of pique!

UPDATE (totally unrelated to my hangdog attitude today.)

seems the new york times has a reporter who was tagged by the bastids who caused a PITA for me!

Q&A

hello dearies!

i have a request from the MITM for all y'all. he would like to know if anyone reading is in france and has an iPhone. email me and i'll reply with his q's for your a's!

thank you.

(normal posting will resume eventually)

part 2 or Not in front of the Troubadour!

(hey, cut me some slack, i've had some really strange hours lately...)

i'll do a real post soon, i promise you!

don't ask why

because i think we all need a laugh or two...

from our friends at adFreak

so here's the lastest PITA here on the plantation!

don't know if i mentioned this, but i was thinking about attending my **th high school reunion out in lalaland this past summer. well, tons of emails were exchanged with the planning committee and i was starting to make plans when things changed here and a trip out to the west coast was out of the question...so, that's the background for what follows.

months later i get an email from one of the organizers inviting me to see some photos that i thought were from the reunion. (you do see where this is going, right?) ok, so, yeah, i do it, after a couple of clicks declining to send a note to everyone i ever knew, i hit cancel and thought no more about it. then i get an email from my high school pal apologizing for the "tagged" requests i'd (along with a gazillion other people in her adressbook) been getting. so after that, every time i saw a tagged email, i deleted it without opening. yesterday, guess what pops up in the mail? subject line: ***** (they used my my real name), is this your photo? whatever, i hit delete and thought no more about it. well, guess what? it was a photo from OUR iphotos library! yep, the MITM opened it and saw one of our trip photos! holy moley, right? how did that happen? i googled "tagged" to see wtf was going on and how it could have happened. the following is just ONE of the answers i found:

"About Tagged.inc which also launched Tagged.com

It's supposedly free, but after you receive an invite from a friend (which he didn't send!) and after clicking some registration buttons, you have to pay about 15$ for this "free" service. They also make the email addresses available to “marketing partners” which is overlooked easily - but of course they are kind enough to let you opt out this, should you be smart enough to find that info...:-(

Tagged.com and Tagged.inc are also known for hijacking your G-mail addressbook and spamming each and everybody in it with invites for their social networking site. A site working with such fraudulent schemes isn't worth to be called social!

istok about tagged.

dave taylor about tagged

If you enter Tagged.com and/or Tagged.inc in Google followed by "spam" you'll get many more websites and blogs complaining about Tagged." (courtesy of yahoo answers)

i did find a email address for them, so i sent a request that i be removed from their mailing list. kind of difficult to do on the site if you don't know what your password is supposed to be, yanno? i just received an email from them saying someone will get back to me in a couple of days to answer my request.

right.
i am so going to hold my breath waiting for that reply.

moral of this story?
never, ever, ever open emails from any site you didn't personally sign up for. if it says it's from a friend, email them first and ask what they sent you. what really bothers me is that i have no idea how to make sure there isn't something still lurking on my MAC waiting to steal something else! or am i being paranoid?

sometimes, i really, really, really hate technology.

have any of y'all been hit by this spam or others like it? any suggestions on how to make sure our machines are running clean?

sunday, june 14th, 0832hr

cnn is on in the background. i can hear the newly elected president of iran speaking via translator doing exactly what all politicians do when asked a question that they have no intention of answering. he gave the answer he wanted to give which for regular people means, he lied/obfuscated/flimflamed an answer:

Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad today dismissed street protests against his surprise re-election. "It doesn't matter," he said of the protesters and complaints from his defeated rivals. "Some people are sentimental and become excited," he said, comparing the protests to a soccer match. "Their team has not won in the match." (from cnn online)

democracy at its best.

as in all police states, when the dictators want to make sure democracy is working, the first things that gets shut down are the communication systems: no texting, cellphones are jammed, facebook and twitter have been shut down. what's next for the iranian people? there will be no recount, no opportunity for a runoff, nothing. the rumor mill has started about the opposition party being under house arrest, fined, jailed, who knows.

we'll see. today i'll be following the news.

we're gonna have a good life.

very important saturday update!

y'all KNOW how i love, love, love me some birthdays! sooooo, today is have-the-t-shirt's BIG DAY! if y'all haven't read her blog, now's a grand time to drop in, get to know her and wish her good cheer! she's a great writer and an absolutely delish person to know.

47 sort of explained

the 47 society

draw your own conclusions!

according to the wikipedia (if y'all didn't click on the 47 society link):
"There exists a 47 society,^[4] an outgrowth of a movement started at Pomona College, California, USA, which propagates the belief (or, to some, the inside joke) that the number forty-seven occurs in nature with noticeably higher frequency than other natural numbers, that it is the quintessential random number.^[5] The origin of 47 lore at Pomona appears to be a mathematical proof, written in 1964 by Professor Donald Bentley, which supposedly demonstrated that all numbers are equal to 47. However, the proof mentioned above was used by Professor Bentley as a "joke proof" to introduce his students to the concept of mathematical proofs, and is not mathematically valid."



(did i mention that one of the coconut krewe attended pomona college?)

update entitled: and sure, why not?


(thanks to bock!)

47

it's just going to be that kind of day

and it's 4 in the damndarkmorning.

you figure it out.



i didn't think it would happen this fast.

some days it just doesn't pay to listen

next time someone tells you not to make a big deal over their birthday, don't listen. especially if that person is miss daisy who forgot she told you MORE THAN ONCE, NOT to plan anything. yeah, she's 87 today. there's more to this story, but that's all i'm saying publicly. a restaurant will be involved.

did i mention, she's an only child.

and y'all know i'm an only, too.

tis a battle of wills around here all the time!




(just remember, i do love this woman as if she were my own mother, ok?)

UPDATE:
thanks to xl for reminding me about. . .

there's still time...

...to go and wish mapstew a happy 48th birthday!

trust in god, but tie your camel...

his flight landed safely.

the MITM is back in deepestdarkestafrica. i hate the distance his work imposes, but you know what i hate even more? the time he's in the air. now, i have no fear of flying, but i also know how random accidents are and that no one can anticipate or plan for them. all we can ever do is live. live without letting fear of the unknown or the possible keep us from enjoying the now.

i will to talk to him everyday.

he is safe.

he has his anti-malaria medication.

his health is good.

and, as he said, he is working.

we're going to be ok.

this is why we live in the south, babyeeee

today is packing day, tomorrow is his flight. y'all know how this works...i'll be back later

TUESDAY UPDATE:
i fell asleep for a few days. thanks for still checking in, sugarpies! the pic was from our soft shell crab feast back in april. the MITM is right this very instant on a plane from CDG to deepestdarkestafrica. i think i'm going back to sleep for another day.

and a special thanks to the hangar queen! you rock, sugar!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MITM!

today is his birthday!
y'all don't know this, but this is the first time in probably 10 years he's been home on his birthday! it might be even longer than that, but bottom line, he's celebrated his birthday with strangers more often than at home with family and friends in the last couple of decades. so, please join the coconut krewe and me and wish the old man good cheer!

UPDATE:
Thank you all for the kind wishes and toasts! We are most appreciative and grateful for all the love and support you all extend to us and the Coconut Krewe!
The MITM & Savannah

what the hell?

*sigh*

today is the 2nd of june.

there's no denying it,

the MITM is leaving soon.

i

am

in

denial.


i hate the last few days before he leaves.


sometimes, i think it would be easier if we woke up one morning and he said, ok, i need a ride to the airport. cut and dry. no anticipation, no anxiety, you know, no long goodbyes. *sigh* but that isn't the way it works, i know and this is nothing new. i still wish things were different and his work didn't take him so far away for so long. the coconut krewe says we're really cool people, but we're sooooo much cooler when we're together. i think they're right.

i'll be back.
maybe later.
maybe tomorrow.

ok, so it was later...
a bit of a cry and a chat, i'm better. (ok, not really, but wtf? yanno?)
anyway, this is going on right here, the building of a mandala at the jepson center which is the contemporary art museum right here in my little town! so, before the end of the week, we'll go down and see the progress. on sunday, i'll go down to watch it be blown away and scattered to the wind.

nothing lasts forever, unless it's remembered.

music monday