This morning as I was getting ready for church I noticed my nose for no particular reason. It seemed bigger, longer than normal. Since it probably didn't grow overnight, I assume it's just an optical illusion, but every time I looked in the mirror it just looked odd. It was as though my nose had been replaced in the night with some foreign nose.
It's rather like when you read or say one word repeatedly and for no apparent reason it starts to seem not quite right. The spelling doesn't look correct, and the sounds feel awkward in your mouth. Everything about the word is strange.
That's how my nose seemed this morning. And like with words that have acquired a certain strangeness, given distance and time, things reverted to normal. When I got home from church, my nose appeared just as it should.
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We've been having scattered thunderstorms for the past several days. So when I looked out my living room window 20 minutes ago, I wasn't surprised to see drops falling from the sky. What was unusual was that all I could see were sunshine and blue skies, so I stepped outside to take a look. I expected to see a cloud hovering above the building, out of sight from my inside vantage point, but no, there were nothing but blue skies overhead and all around excepting one or two very tiny, white clouds a little ways in the distance. And yet, there I stood in the sunshine with raindrops falling all around. There wasn't really any wind either, so I'm positive the drops weren't blowing off of any tree leaves. It was rather like an unusual omen that might happen in a children's fantasy movie before something rather strange and amazing happens.
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There is something wrong with the keyboard on my MacBook. At the strangest times, the cursor just starts jumping around the text box. It will move up into other sentences and highlight random words. It's most annoying and makes it a chore to type anything. This post, for instance, took twice as long as it ought to have because I kept having to correct for the errant cursor. I think it's time to visit a Mac Genius.
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
thursday night thoughts, unrelated
In my entire life, I can only think of 2 instances where I've lost an earring. Both times I really loved the earring. Having said that, I still have some small hope that the one I lost today will turn up.
Meetings are more fun if you think of them as sitcoms.
My maid must have gotten waylaid for the last couple weeks. If you see her, can you send her my way.
T-minus 9 days until Reno. I can't wait!
Meetings are more fun if you think of them as sitcoms.
My maid must have gotten waylaid for the last couple weeks. If you see her, can you send her my way.
T-minus 9 days until Reno. I can't wait!
Friday, October 23, 2009
all sorts of crazy
This is utterly ludicrous: Halloween Book Burning. Just what are they burning? Any version of the Bible that isn't the King James Version; a wide variety of music including country, rap, contemporary Christian, southern gospel, and soul; and "Satan's popular books written by heretics," including those by Billy Graham, James Dobson, John Piper, Mother Teresa, and Rob Bell. They even have scriptural "evidence" to justify the burning.
Part of me wants to laugh at how crazy this is, but then the rest of me is saddened by how blind and ignorant their actions will be. This level of fundamentalism is soul crushing and in no way reflects who Christ is and why He died for us.
Part of me wants to laugh at how crazy this is, but then the rest of me is saddened by how blind and ignorant their actions will be. This level of fundamentalism is soul crushing and in no way reflects who Christ is and why He died for us.
Monday, August 17, 2009
ringing in the ears
Back in my days of late-night paper writing and studying as a undergrad and then a grad student, I found that if I stayed up too late working, at some point I would start to hear a high-pitched ringing in my ears. I had not heard that sound in a very long time, but tonight, thanks to my determination to finish editing chapters 8 and 9, I heard that familiar sound once more.
And now - it is time for this girl to go to bed.
Good night!
And now - it is time for this girl to go to bed.
Good night!
Monday, June 29, 2009
like mom makes it
This past weekend I made chocolate mousse for Diego in lieu of a birthday cake. I was a bit hesitant about making mousse since I had never made it before and because I had this suspicion that it was difficult to make. But after looking at the recipe in the Betty Crocker Big Red Cookbook (p.s. I totally heart the BCBRC; it rocks my socks off), I decided that it didn't look so terribly difficult and decided to give it a try.
It turned out beautifully. Perfect texture and consistency. Perfect fluffiness and creaminess, just as good mousse should be. So I chilled it in little dessert bowls and served each one with a strawberry garnish on top. Delicious. Diego agreed. The conversation went something like this...
D: Mmm... this is amazing.
M: Thanks.
D: Seriously, next time you make this, don't change a thing about what you did. It's perfect.
M: Well, I'm glad you like it.
D: Know what you could do next time? After it's cooled, you could grate a little chocolate into it so that there are chocolate chunks mixed in with the mousse.
M: Is that the way your mom used to make it?
D: Yeah...
So that leads me to the post title... What is it about men wanting things the way their mom made them? I have this theory that men more frequently than women want certain foods to be the way their moms made them. I think this is for several reasons:
1. Women try not to become their mothers and feel more free to experiment with recipes and make them their own.
2. Men like to be taken care of especially in the area of food (just like mom did).
3. If women really want something like mom made it, they can just make it themselves.
4. All men really marry their mothers; just like all women marry their fathers.
5. It's a comfort thing.
I'm sure there are a hundred exceptions to this, but that's why I'm saying it's a theory not a rule ;) And I'm not trying to be sexist here. I know that many men are excellent cooks and that many women are horrible cooks, so this could even be more dependent on who the main cook is in the household. What do you think? Especially you married ladies out there. Do you think that you or your husband is more likely to want things the way mom made it?
It turned out beautifully. Perfect texture and consistency. Perfect fluffiness and creaminess, just as good mousse should be. So I chilled it in little dessert bowls and served each one with a strawberry garnish on top. Delicious. Diego agreed. The conversation went something like this...
D: Mmm... this is amazing.
M: Thanks.
D: Seriously, next time you make this, don't change a thing about what you did. It's perfect.
M: Well, I'm glad you like it.
D: Know what you could do next time? After it's cooled, you could grate a little chocolate into it so that there are chocolate chunks mixed in with the mousse.
M: Is that the way your mom used to make it?
D: Yeah...
So that leads me to the post title... What is it about men wanting things the way their mom made them? I have this theory that men more frequently than women want certain foods to be the way their moms made them. I think this is for several reasons:
1. Women try not to become their mothers and feel more free to experiment with recipes and make them their own.
2. Men like to be taken care of especially in the area of food (just like mom did).
3. If women really want something like mom made it, they can just make it themselves.
4. All men really marry their mothers; just like all women marry their fathers.
5. It's a comfort thing.
I'm sure there are a hundred exceptions to this, but that's why I'm saying it's a theory not a rule ;) And I'm not trying to be sexist here. I know that many men are excellent cooks and that many women are horrible cooks, so this could even be more dependent on who the main cook is in the household. What do you think? Especially you married ladies out there. Do you think that you or your husband is more likely to want things the way mom made it?
Monday, June 22, 2009
monday night memory
This evening in the midst of a conversation with Rochelle, I stumbled across a memory that had long been buried in the farthest back recesses of my mind. Hidden in the far left corner under piles of old papers, childhood toys, layers of dust, and cobwebs was a beautiful memory. I will share it with you. Consider this my late-Monday night gift to you.
At some point when we lived together, we decided that we really detested the color of the vinyl on the kitchen floor. It was a lovely combination of mustard yellow and orange that really fit quite nicely with the whole 70s domestic look we had going between the floor, the hand-me-down dishes, the ugly couch, and the brown shag carpet. During some conversation we came up with a solution, at least for the kitchen flooring.
We decided that a perfect fix for the ugly floor would be to cover it with a patterned contact paper, like the stuff you would use to line drawers and shelves. It would be so simple and inexpensive. We would only need a roll or two, less than 5 minutes, and voilà -- shiny new floor!
I'm not sure that this idea ever came to fruition. I vaguely recall determining that the floor might end up being too slippery with the contact paper on it. Whatever actually deterred our innovative home decorating solution, it's probably good that this particular "genius" idea of ours was never fully implemented :)
At some point when we lived together, we decided that we really detested the color of the vinyl on the kitchen floor. It was a lovely combination of mustard yellow and orange that really fit quite nicely with the whole 70s domestic look we had going between the floor, the hand-me-down dishes, the ugly couch, and the brown shag carpet. During some conversation we came up with a solution, at least for the kitchen flooring.
We decided that a perfect fix for the ugly floor would be to cover it with a patterned contact paper, like the stuff you would use to line drawers and shelves. It would be so simple and inexpensive. We would only need a roll or two, less than 5 minutes, and voilà -- shiny new floor!
I'm not sure that this idea ever came to fruition. I vaguely recall determining that the floor might end up being too slippery with the contact paper on it. Whatever actually deterred our innovative home decorating solution, it's probably good that this particular "genius" idea of ours was never fully implemented :)
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
from Easter weekend
baby bunny
When we were heading to church on Sunday, we found this bunny huddled behind a phone book at a neighbor's doorstep. Afterward it had moved to under the stairs. So cute! However, the bunny did not survive to the next day. R.I.P. baby bunny :(
fuchsia - the flower
I saw these at a nursery this past Saturday. I was so fascinated by them because I had never seen flowers like these before. Turns out they're fuchsia flowers. So pretty :)
When we were heading to church on Sunday, we found this bunny huddled behind a phone book at a neighbor's doorstep. Afterward it had moved to under the stairs. So cute! However, the bunny did not survive to the next day. R.I.P. baby bunny :(
fuchsia - the flower
I saw these at a nursery this past Saturday. I was so fascinated by them because I had never seen flowers like these before. Turns out they're fuchsia flowers. So pretty :)
Thursday, January 08, 2009
too far
OK - so I know that I'm more conservative than many people out there, but I seriously this is taking things a bit too far...
Porn Industry Seeks Federal Bailout
I really hope that Congress has enough good sense left to not entertain this request.
Porn Industry Seeks Federal Bailout
I really hope that Congress has enough good sense left to not entertain this request.
Sunday, January 04, 2009
icy
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you left the ice maker in your freezer on for 2 weeks straight while you were out of town? No? Me neither. However, I have the misfortune of having the answer for you anyway.
What will happen is the ice maker will make ice and ice and more ice until your freezer is full to the brim of identically shaped ice cubes. Then when you unsuspectingly open the freezer door after 2 whole weeks of glorious ice making, ice will pour out of the freezer all over the kitchen floor.
You will then use your trusty dust pan to scoop up all the ice off of the floor and out of the freezer, depositing it safely in the kitchen sink to melt (see picture below). After removing all the ice, you will discover that nearly everything that was safely frozen in your freezer now has freezer burn and promptly discard the offending items.
Then you shake your head at the irony of it all because you never, ever use the ice maker when you are home. Plus, if you hadn't been responsible and cleaned all of the nasty, freezer-burned items out the freezer prior to vacationing for 2 weeks, the ice maker would never have accidentally been turned on.
What will happen is the ice maker will make ice and ice and more ice until your freezer is full to the brim of identically shaped ice cubes. Then when you unsuspectingly open the freezer door after 2 whole weeks of glorious ice making, ice will pour out of the freezer all over the kitchen floor.
You will then use your trusty dust pan to scoop up all the ice off of the floor and out of the freezer, depositing it safely in the kitchen sink to melt (see picture below). After removing all the ice, you will discover that nearly everything that was safely frozen in your freezer now has freezer burn and promptly discard the offending items.
Then you shake your head at the irony of it all because you never, ever use the ice maker when you are home. Plus, if you hadn't been responsible and cleaned all of the nasty, freezer-burned items out the freezer prior to vacationing for 2 weeks, the ice maker would never have accidentally been turned on.
Monday, November 03, 2008
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
on television, or, how reality tv makes me cry
I currently have one television station that I can count on with any semblance of reliability: fuzzy NBC. Not even the local NBC affiliate, but one from an hour away over the mountains. Go figure. Really and truly I am fine with my one fuzzy station, which is good because I won't allow myself to justify paying for cable, dish network, or any other package that give one access to oodles and oodles of channels.
In all honesty, the real reason I don't pay for better, more, and clearer channels is because *said in a whisper* I would watch them, but you didn't hear that from me. It's true. I would watch countless hours of the 24-hour news cycle, Friends marathons (don't you miss Friends?), yet another episode of What Not to Wear, and nameless cooking and home decorating shows on TLC, HGTV, and the Food Channel. Plus, I might then feel justified in replacing my baby TV set some lovely friends bought me for undergraduate graduation or obligated to purchase something other than 2 file boxes on which to set my TV. None of this is allowed to happen, so I make do with my one, fuzzy channel.
There are certain shows I allow myself to watch, namely Chuck and The Office, and I do flip on the set every now and then out of boredom to see what "exciting" thing might be on. And invariably, I always turn it on during the last 20 minutes of The Biggest Loser.
You wanna know something? That show gets me every time. I'll be in a fine mood when I turn the show on, and by the end I'm always crying. If it's not over the elimination, it's over the clip they show at the end of how much weight the eliminated person has lost since he or she left the show or someone's tearful realization that they've been hiding behind their weight and don't really know who they are. I know that sounds terribly silly, crying over reality television, which everyone knows is edited for heightened dramatic effect.
There's just something that gets me about these ordinary people who decide that they've had enough and are going to do whatever it takes to regain control of their weight and their lives.
So maybe it's a really good thing that I don't have more than one channel, or I might spend even more time crying over reality TV.
In all honesty, the real reason I don't pay for better, more, and clearer channels is because *said in a whisper* I would watch them, but you didn't hear that from me. It's true. I would watch countless hours of the 24-hour news cycle, Friends marathons (don't you miss Friends?), yet another episode of What Not to Wear, and nameless cooking and home decorating shows on TLC, HGTV, and the Food Channel. Plus, I might then feel justified in replacing my baby TV set some lovely friends bought me for undergraduate graduation or obligated to purchase something other than 2 file boxes on which to set my TV. None of this is allowed to happen, so I make do with my one, fuzzy channel.
There are certain shows I allow myself to watch, namely Chuck and The Office, and I do flip on the set every now and then out of boredom to see what "exciting" thing might be on. And invariably, I always turn it on during the last 20 minutes of The Biggest Loser.
You wanna know something? That show gets me every time. I'll be in a fine mood when I turn the show on, and by the end I'm always crying. If it's not over the elimination, it's over the clip they show at the end of how much weight the eliminated person has lost since he or she left the show or someone's tearful realization that they've been hiding behind their weight and don't really know who they are. I know that sounds terribly silly, crying over reality television, which everyone knows is edited for heightened dramatic effect.
There's just something that gets me about these ordinary people who decide that they've had enough and are going to do whatever it takes to regain control of their weight and their lives.
So maybe it's a really good thing that I don't have more than one channel, or I might spend even more time crying over reality TV.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
oblivious, half asleep, or both?
As I stayed home sick today, the strip mall behind me burned. I, however, was totally unaware of this until almost 5 p.m., when I stepped out to run an unavoidable errand. From the looks of the charred, gaping hole in the middle of the building, it appears the fire started in the Chinese restaurant that used to live between the bagel shop and the video rental store. How the heck could I have missed that when I was in my apartment 100 yards away?
I learned that the fire began around 4 this morning. I vaguely recollect hearing sirens sometime in the middle of the night, and for quite some time, I heard what sounded like a semi-truck idling. In my stupor I never put the two together, so I was quite surprised when I saw the remains of the building, surrounded by emergency vehicles and a crane.
This makes for the second business that has burned right behind my complex in the last 6 months. Maybe it's a sign...
I learned that the fire began around 4 this morning. I vaguely recollect hearing sirens sometime in the middle of the night, and for quite some time, I heard what sounded like a semi-truck idling. In my stupor I never put the two together, so I was quite surprised when I saw the remains of the building, surrounded by emergency vehicles and a crane.
This makes for the second business that has burned right behind my complex in the last 6 months. Maybe it's a sign...
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
where i've been
Hi! I haven't yet disappeared from the face of the planet, but I apologize if it has seemed like I did. There have actually been blog-able things happening in the past few weeks, but I never seemed to find the time to sit down and write about them. Sigh. Rather than rehash the minute details of everything, I'll give you the highlights, or I'll end up being hopelessly behind forever.
Since my last post...
I helped Diego move from one apartment to another. Many boxes were lifted. Many pieces of furniture were moved. Many things were thrown out. Many muscles were made sore. But my lovely boyfriend bought me an hour massage as a thank you :)
Diego and I went to Michigan for the wedding of one of his close friends. The interesting thing about this was that it was a Muslim wedding. Having never been to one before, I was quite interested to see what they're like. They're quite different from Christian weddings and may warrant a separate post in the future. For now, you can see the pictures here.
Stephanie came to visit for a week. It was wonderful having her here :) We did some of the touristy things around DC (Smithsonian, monuments, the zoo, Georgetown, and old town Alexandria) and then headed to the H'burg area so she could see where I live. We shopped for bridesmaid dresses, went to the Shakespeare Theater, and saw Monticello. Pictures will be forthcoming.
And...
I went back to work on Tuesday. Sigh. Poor me. However will I survive! But seriously, I was very spoiled having 3 months off, but I knew at the beginning that it wasn't a permanent thing. Still... it's a bit sad having to work full-time again. I'm planning to ask my supervisor if I can work from home on Fridays so I can make faster progress on the book. I'll let you know if he OKs that.
Since my last post...
I helped Diego move from one apartment to another. Many boxes were lifted. Many pieces of furniture were moved. Many things were thrown out. Many muscles were made sore. But my lovely boyfriend bought me an hour massage as a thank you :)
Diego and I went to Michigan for the wedding of one of his close friends. The interesting thing about this was that it was a Muslim wedding. Having never been to one before, I was quite interested to see what they're like. They're quite different from Christian weddings and may warrant a separate post in the future. For now, you can see the pictures here.
Stephanie came to visit for a week. It was wonderful having her here :) We did some of the touristy things around DC (Smithsonian, monuments, the zoo, Georgetown, and old town Alexandria) and then headed to the H'burg area so she could see where I live. We shopped for bridesmaid dresses, went to the Shakespeare Theater, and saw Monticello. Pictures will be forthcoming.
And...
I went back to work on Tuesday. Sigh. Poor me. However will I survive! But seriously, I was very spoiled having 3 months off, but I knew at the beginning that it wasn't a permanent thing. Still... it's a bit sad having to work full-time again. I'm planning to ask my supervisor if I can work from home on Fridays so I can make faster progress on the book. I'll let you know if he OKs that.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
this is your lucky day
Last week I was shopping for Diego's birthday present. I had wandered around one store for a while debating over some options. I wasn't really in a rush, so when a woman carrying several bags pushed past me because she "needed to get to the check-out counter. I let her by although I was headed to pay also.
Standing behind her in line, I listened as she argued with first the Assistant Manager and then the Manager over some items she wanted to return. Evidently she had no gift receipt, and the store policy is very firm on no returns without gift receipts and no returns after 30 days of purchase. After several minutes of arguing, she gave up and started to walk out the store. She hadn't gone 5 steps when she stopped, turned around, and announced that "she was just going to take them to the Goodwill anyway so she may as well leave the items at the store and make the store managers deal with the unwanted items." Take that evil store managers!
So the lady walks off, and I step up to pay for my selections. As Assistant Manager was ringing me up, he and the Manager were talking about what had just happened. The woman had tried to return a pillow, a pair of slippers, and a third item that I didn't see. Evidently the pillow cost $100 originally and hadn't been in stock in the store for at least 2 months.
As the Assistant Manager finished ringing me up, the Manager looked at me, set the pillow on the counter, and asked, "Do you want it?"
To which I replied: "For free?"
The answer was yes, so I walked out of the store with a free $100 pillow. I guess it was my lucky day.
For those of you who like additionally details: It's one of those specially designed neck pillows by Tempur-Pedic that's contoured to keep your neck and spine aligned, prevent snoring and sinus-related problems, etc. It's a regular miracle-working pillow if you believe the box, but seriously, it is a ridiculously comfortable pillow.
Standing behind her in line, I listened as she argued with first the Assistant Manager and then the Manager over some items she wanted to return. Evidently she had no gift receipt, and the store policy is very firm on no returns without gift receipts and no returns after 30 days of purchase. After several minutes of arguing, she gave up and started to walk out the store. She hadn't gone 5 steps when she stopped, turned around, and announced that "she was just going to take them to the Goodwill anyway so she may as well leave the items at the store and make the store managers deal with the unwanted items." Take that evil store managers!
So the lady walks off, and I step up to pay for my selections. As Assistant Manager was ringing me up, he and the Manager were talking about what had just happened. The woman had tried to return a pillow, a pair of slippers, and a third item that I didn't see. Evidently the pillow cost $100 originally and hadn't been in stock in the store for at least 2 months.
As the Assistant Manager finished ringing me up, the Manager looked at me, set the pillow on the counter, and asked, "Do you want it?"
To which I replied: "For free?"
The answer was yes, so I walked out of the store with a free $100 pillow. I guess it was my lucky day.
For those of you who like additionally details: It's one of those specially designed neck pillows by Tempur-Pedic that's contoured to keep your neck and spine aligned, prevent snoring and sinus-related problems, etc. It's a regular miracle-working pillow if you believe the box, but seriously, it is a ridiculously comfortable pillow.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
time flies
Stacy just shamed me for slacking in my blogging when I have so much free time on my hands. You would think I'd have more time now that I'm not going in to work every day, but somehow time seems to get eaten up even more quickly when I'm not working.
That said, I am absolutely loving every second of summer leave. Work? Who needs it? Career? Who said I have to use the 7 1/2 years of education that I'll be paying for, for the next 30 years of my life? I'm kidding of course, but I am definitely enjoying this break from the library.
What have I been up to?
I've been back and forth between H'burg and Northern Virginia a lot. A few weeks ago I met Diego's mom when she was in town. She's the sweetest lady. I can see why Diego adores her.
Weedle was just out for a visit, so we traipsed around H'burg and Nova. She took 10,000 pictures, 7,894 of which are of old buildings :) It was wonderful to see her.
And tomorrow I fly to Rapid to see the family, but this time it's not just mom, dad, Aaron, and Steph. It's also grandma and all of my mom's siblings. My mom's family gets together about as often as we have solar eclipses (OK - maybe not quite like that). They're scattered all over the west (South Dakota, Colorado, California, and Alaska), so that makes it a bit difficult for everyone to get together frequently. When I heard everyone was getting together, there was no way I was going to miss it. Diego is flying out to Rapid too, and I'm so excited for him and my family to meet. I think this is going to be a fun trip :)
Oh, and I'm working on my research project here and there too, but I have a feeling I'll really need to buckle down and be much more productive in June and July. No worries though... it will all get done.
That said, I am absolutely loving every second of summer leave. Work? Who needs it? Career? Who said I have to use the 7 1/2 years of education that I'll be paying for, for the next 30 years of my life? I'm kidding of course, but I am definitely enjoying this break from the library.
What have I been up to?
I've been back and forth between H'burg and Northern Virginia a lot. A few weeks ago I met Diego's mom when she was in town. She's the sweetest lady. I can see why Diego adores her.
Weedle was just out for a visit, so we traipsed around H'burg and Nova. She took 10,000 pictures, 7,894 of which are of old buildings :) It was wonderful to see her.
And tomorrow I fly to Rapid to see the family, but this time it's not just mom, dad, Aaron, and Steph. It's also grandma and all of my mom's siblings. My mom's family gets together about as often as we have solar eclipses (OK - maybe not quite like that). They're scattered all over the west (South Dakota, Colorado, California, and Alaska), so that makes it a bit difficult for everyone to get together frequently. When I heard everyone was getting together, there was no way I was going to miss it. Diego is flying out to Rapid too, and I'm so excited for him and my family to meet. I think this is going to be a fun trip :)
Oh, and I'm working on my research project here and there too, but I have a feeling I'll really need to buckle down and be much more productive in June and July. No worries though... it will all get done.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
this is no surprise
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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
where there's smoke
As I walked to the parking garage, I first heard the sirens. As I began to climb the stairs, I could see the smoke rising in the distance. I knew that the smoke was coming from the general direction of my apartment complex, but from where I stood, it looked like it was maybe closer than that. Once I started driving, I quickly realized that the fire was further away than I thought but much closer to where I live than I had initially guessed.
Many thoughts ran through my head: I hope that's not my apartment complex. No, it probably isn't, but it looks really close. Why did I not get on the ball with getting renter's insurance? I really, really hope that isn't my apartment complex.
When I got to my neighborhood, I saw - much to my great relief - that it was not my apartment building. The recycling center that's probably 100 to 150 yards behind my apartment was on fire though. As I stood out in the parking lot with a couple of my neighbors, tiny pieces of ash floated down around us. I went inside after a few minutes of standing there, my clothes and hair already smelling like a campfire.
Fortunately, the firefighters got to the scene right away, but it still took them a few hours to get the blaze under control. The local news reported that it was a 3 alarm fire (not entirely sure that that means but it sounds serious, and judging by the size of the fire, I'm sure it was).
I took this picture from the parking lot behind my apartment complex.
Yes, it's as close as, if not closer than, it looks. And yes, tomorrow I'm going to call about renter's insurance.
Many thoughts ran through my head: I hope that's not my apartment complex. No, it probably isn't, but it looks really close. Why did I not get on the ball with getting renter's insurance? I really, really hope that isn't my apartment complex.
When I got to my neighborhood, I saw - much to my great relief - that it was not my apartment building. The recycling center that's probably 100 to 150 yards behind my apartment was on fire though. As I stood out in the parking lot with a couple of my neighbors, tiny pieces of ash floated down around us. I went inside after a few minutes of standing there, my clothes and hair already smelling like a campfire.
Fortunately, the firefighters got to the scene right away, but it still took them a few hours to get the blaze under control. The local news reported that it was a 3 alarm fire (not entirely sure that that means but it sounds serious, and judging by the size of the fire, I'm sure it was).
I took this picture from the parking lot behind my apartment complex.
Yes, it's as close as, if not closer than, it looks. And yes, tomorrow I'm going to call about renter's insurance.
Friday, February 01, 2008
time stops
This is one of the coolest things I've seen in a long time (link). You have to check it out :)
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