Atropa Belladonna~ Raven (a.k.a. Nightshade)'s Weblog ~
These are the ARCHIVES of January 2006. For more archives, visit the Archives page. For the current Weblog entries, check the Main page.
Atropa Belladonna| Wed, Jan 18th, 2006 (1:30pm) After that stunningly intellectual post last week, my 'Net connection gave up again. Shades messed around a bit and has got it working again (as least partially - I can get access on my Mac, but not the PC) so I can at least check email and update my weblog. I wish I had something fascinating to report after all that nothing, but my life has been exceptionally boring. Mostly boring, I guess, with a few small highlights. Like... Gorra's "Chaos, I unleash thee!" night at BP's, and getting to meet George R. R. Martin in person (briefly), and Connor doing fabulously with his therapy, and a cool parcel of gifts arriving from Kalen's Auntie Riana which included (among many cool things) a Pirate hat which Jasen has fallen in love with. Now, if you will excuse me, I'm trying to teach my baby how to say "Arrrrr!" (I've already taught him how to walk around with a limp-stomp-limp gait. Woohoo!) |
| Mon, Jan 9th, 2006 (9:45am) It's Monday, and the kids go back to school today. Yay. The holiday was good, but I'm kinda glad it's over. Except the sleep-in part. I wish that could have continued a bit longer. Getting up at 7:30am to get Connor ready for the bus is difficult after having trained the kids to sleep 'til nearly 9am over the break. Oh, well, I don't s'pose I have any right to complain. Last year I was getting up before 7am in order to load 3 kids into a van and drive to Ardrossan. Many of my friends need to be at their jobs by 6am. But I am not those people, and I would not voluntarily work such a job. Staying up 'til 6am I can handle. In fact I rather liked working graveyard shifts. But if I'm not already moving at that hour, it's hard to beat the inertia and get moving. Bah. Humbug. Okay. Energy gone now. typing has drained me. gonna go bottle brek kids bah meds grumble mrfl. |
| Thurs, Jan 5th, 2006 (1:05pm) (This is one of the things which didn't get posted earlier due to the faulty 'Net connection) Shades was sorting out our freezer, making room for a few things and throwing out a few others which had suffered insurmountable freezer burn, when he came across an unfamiliar package. "What's this green stuff?" he asked. "Is it more of your weird Dutch food?" I thought about it for a moment. "I don't think I have any BoerKale in the freezer right now." "It's in a small bag, labelled, uh... Bjorsk." Well, it sounded to me like he said Bjorsk. He might have said Byorsk, or maybe Biorsk. either way, the name was unfamiliar to me. "Are you sure?" I asked. "That sounds Danish, not Dutch." I began to think of what strange food I might have in the freezer... maybe something from IKEA? "It's green, crunchy, leafy stuff... and it's in a clear bag with an orange label." He repeated, reaching to extricate it from the back of the freezer. "Orange label...?" I pondered. "It wouldn't happen to have a BioHazard symbol on it, would it?" There was a pause from the kitchen, and then an ironic sounding, "Why, Yes! Yes it would!" I couldn't see him at the time, but I just knew he had that look on his face... the one husbands save for their wives, when they encounter something strange and inexplicable... like a tree in the shower, or corn syrup in with the cleaning products, or biohazardous material in their fridge. "Foolish me," Shades said. "I was reading the French side. It says, BioRisque right below the bright orange BioHazard symbol. What, praytell, is in this bag? "Oh, that." I answered in my most cultured I-meant-to-tell-you voice (the one wives reserve for their husbands in just such a case as this). "That's Parsley." "Why is it a BioHazard?" "Ah... One of my co-workers picked it fresh from her garden. Since I didn't have anything to take it home in, I just grabbed a BioHazard bag from the lab cupboard. It's perfectly safe, really." "Well. It all makes sense now." He muttered, shoving the bag back into the depths of our freezer. I mention this conversation here not particularly for it's humor value, but just in case - if anyone is clearing out my fridge someday in the future (like when Shades and I are senile and being moved to a nursing home) - then they'll know that the BioHazard bag of badly freezer-burnt green stuff which bursts open when they pick it up is not, in fact, life-threatening. |
Wed, Jan 4th, 2006 (3:50pm)Raven: Hey, Kale! Jasen's up from his nap. You can check his room for those farm animal toys you were missing. Sigh. Don't ya love it when you hear your own words coming out of their mouths? |
| Wed, Jan 4th, 2006 (10:30am) Testing, testing... Been having problems with Internet connectivity here, but I think I've tracked the problem down to a broken Cat-5 connector. Since my 'Net access has been sporadic, I haven't been able to keep up with my weblogging or email. My apologies to those people who mailed me recently and got no reply. I'll try to get back to you soon. Since I don't even know if this post will upload properly (manually holding the frakkin' connector together to keep the connection stable. Grrr) I'm not gonna make a long entry. Suffice to say all is well here just at the moment, after a very busy New Year's Eve (including another trip to ER, yay!) and a fantastic Old Year's Wake. More on that later, I hope. Meanwhile, if anyone is suddenly overcome by the desire to buy me (or that special Pirate in their life) one last Christmas gift, check out this recent addition at Sin in Linen. Mmmmm.... |