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3 Days, 3 Quotes Challenge

Last week, my friend Helen invited me to participate in the “3 Quotes, 3 Days” challenge, which is to post a quote each day for 3 days and nominate 3 new bloggers to participate.  I’m going to cheat a little (Cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater…) and I’m not going to nominate anyone in particular and just say that whoever wants to join in is more than welcome.

I’m also going to cheat by doing all three of my quotes in one post (…had a wife and couldn’t keep her…wait….what?  I think I just messed up a nursery rhyme…) as a time saver.  While this could be seen as purely selfish on my part, I’m actually doing you a favor as you now only have to suffer thru one post and not three.  See?  I’m always thinking of your welfare.

“Live long and prosper.” – Spock, Star Trek

When I was 13, I thought Captain Kirk was the coolest character on Star Trek, not to mention hot.  He was my first movie star crush and my favorite episodes were always the ones where Kirk fell in love… *swoon*

Now as an oh-so-much wiser adult no longer under the mesmerizing affects of puberty, I have done the smart thing and fallen in love with the Wolverine instead.  You thought I was going to say Spock, didn’t you?  Not so much.  But I do love him – you know – as a friend.  And, he has been, and always shall be, the coolest character on Star Trek.

*Note to my friend Doreen.  I am fully aware that quoting Star Trek and having a teen crush on Captain Kirk and not dumb old Shaun Cassidy totally makes me a nerd.

*Note to my brother, Joe.  Thank you for saving me from the horrors of the Mickey Mouse Club and forcing me to watch Star Trek even at the risk of getting into trouble with mom because you would rather watch nothing at all than allow me to watch weird children dancing around in mouse ears, and after a fierce fight over the channel dial, you pushed me into the carpet and pulled the plug and I went crying to mom.  I owe you one.

“That is one big pile of shit…” – Ian Malcom, Jurassic Park

My family has an abnormal addiction to certain movies, and we randomly quote them in day to day living.  Perhaps you are wondering why even use a movie quote as one of my picks and not something profound from Ghandi or Sue the Great?  It’s because stupid movie quotes are like an inside joke – a connectivity as a family – sharing the same sense of humor and same taste in movie genre enabling us to watch them 100 billion trillion gazillion times in a row.


It was really hard for me to pick just one quote from our entire repertoire of memorized movies.  I chose this one because you know how much I love the “S” word, and it covers just about anything life throws at you.  Bad hair, bad job assignment, bad dinner.  Plus Ian Malcolm is the cat’s pajamas.

Note to anyone still reading: Myself, my son, and my daughter were standing in line waiting to see Jurassic World, when we heard someone make the sound of Austin Power’s phone ringtone.  We had found our people.

“Hurry up and get the work done so we can screw around.” – Dave

I was going to put a serious quote in here – change the tone and be all profound and philosophical and high brow tootin’ fa-lootin’.  But I’m really tired because my friend Kay and I kicked asphalt today riding 65 miles in the Titletown Bike Tour and I didn’t take a nap after so now my eyelids feel like they weigh 500 pounds each.

Instead you now get my hubby’s daily mantra.  We live by this code in our house – there’s much tom foolery to be done, but we don’t want to do it with dirty laundry and a full sink of dishes.  I don’t have a video for this one.  You’ll just have to use your imagination.

Until next time my friends –

Live long and prosper,


Lifestyles of the Cold and Frigid

This morning, I rolled over and did what I do every morning.  I checked my weather app to see how many limbs I was going to freeze off when I took the dogs out for their morning constitutional.  This is what I saw:


I rolled over and stared at the ceiling.  One of the dogs whined.  “Cross your legs,” I growled.  My dogs do not cross their legs.  My dogs say “Screw you,” and pee on the floor so I figured I better get up.  A few yellow doggie ice cubes later, and I was back in the house sipping coffee on the couch, burrowed in my Star Trek fleece blanket and wishing I was back in bed.


“It’s too cold to go anywhere.  I just want to go back to bed,” I whined via text to my friend and co-worker.

“Then go back to bed,” she responded.

“I can’t.  Dave already made the bed.”


“Well, I have to go to work, don’t I?”

No response.

“Look- even the cat is in silent protest with me.  He’s sitting on my clothes.  I can’t possibly go to work with a cat on my clothes.”


Again, no response.

“I hate all my clothes anyway.  Winter is so frumpy.  I feel like a stuffed sausage.”

Continued silence.  Ah, my friend.  You know me so well.  I kept texting.

“I want to eat all the cookies and donuts in the land.”

“But noooooo!  We’re all trying to be healthy!  Blah, blah, blah.  I’ll just eat this celery stick instead.”

“This cold celery is giving me frostbite.  I’m slipping into torpor over here.  You don’t even care.”

“Yum, yum, yum. Celery is soooo good! I just LOVE it! *gag*”

“I’m dying.  Dying of starvation and frostbite and hypothermia but you can’t even text me back.”

“This celery needs something to spice it up.  Peanut butter?”

“Bacon.  Bacon is the key ingredient to celery.”


“I tried to move the cat and he bit me.  Clearly another sign I must stay home from work.”

“Oh great.  I ate too much celery, and my pants are tight.  Thanks a lot, Obama!”

“Aaaaaand even though I wasn’t wearing this shirt when I ate the celery, I still managed to get bacon grease on it.  Or maybe it’s peanut butter…not sure…”

“False alarm!  It was toothpaste!”

“I hope you’re driving to work right now, and when you get there you see all these texts and feel really bad that you let me down and now I’m dead.”

“I really hate this outfit.  Did I mention stuffed sausage?”

“The cat keeps staring at me.  I know he’s judging me.”

“OMG.  I just poked my eye with the mascara wand.   BLOOD GUSHING EVERYWHERE!  I’m so not coming to work.”

At this point, I threw myself on the couch and shut my eyes.  I didn’t stab myself in the eye at all.  I don’t even wear mascara.  It makes my eyes water and I end up looking like Tammy Faye Baker.  My phone buzzed.  FINALLY.

“You don’t even wear mascara,” she said.

“Bitch.”  I responded.

“Loser.  So are you coming in to work or not?”

“Maybe.  Yeah.  I guess so.” I texted back.

“Bring me a donut.”

And that my friends, is how you survive winter in Wisconsin.  Kind, attentive, loving friends, willing to talk you off the ledge and listen to your troubles…and donuts.  Lots and lots of donuts.

Stay warm my friends!




LG Appliances and the Ocarina of Time: How Doing Laundry Brings Me to Nerdvana

zeldaI promise this will be my last post about the move. I was going to devote this entire blog post to how my LG Washer and Dryer remind me of my all time favorite video game (it really was the best) and believe me, it’s not because I don’t have enough material. It’s just that I realize it will be butt ass boring for the majority of you, so you will only have to endure a paragraph of it.

Side note: I am writing this in peace while my dogs are entertained by Costco bully sticks. If you don’t know what a bully stick is, google it, because I’m not getting into that after all the hoopla over last weeks blog and certain body parts. If you do know what they are, and you have a dog that likes them, Costco has them for $25 for a bag of 12 really long ones. Yeah, gross. But my dogs love them and I can type in relative silence. Plus, I made Dave saw them all into thirds, so for me it was really like getting 36 of them for $25.  Yay, me!

My singing appliances.

My singing appliances.

So, you remember the cake eating saga of preparing to move, and how purchasing new appliances gave me heartburn and I only got Tums instead of cake. Turns out I love my new machines, so I guess it was worth all the angst – the washer is a little noisy when it spins if you have a big load in it, but it’s so nice to actually end up with clean clothes. I barely need to use any detergent and they come out smelling delicious. Almost better than cake. The bonus is that LG appliances make adorable video game beeps when you start them, and they sing to you when they are finished. The video game phenomena was brought to my attention by my son, who casually mentioned how it reminded him of Zelda. Or more precisely, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, also known as the BEST VIDEO GAME EVER CREATED. If you have a differing opinion, I will say this once and once only. Your opinion is invalid.

Side Note #2.  Matt never played Zelda. Ever. He watched Lindsay and I play it. It was weird, because he didn’t have the same eye/hand coördination needed for a first or third person player (that’s technical video game lingo for you non-nerds. It means a game where you are the main character, either thru that persons eyes (first person) or from behind the character (third person)), which was weird because he could drive a car at 18 months. The first video game he ever tried was Richard Scary’s Busy Town, and he would only play if he could drive the pick up truck, which he would promptly run into the river because he couldn’t figure out how to make it turn. Then the policeman-dog came and Matt would laugh hysterically. Took me a while to figure out he was doing it on purpose. 

This is exactly what he would do every single time.  Drive that truck into the river.

This is exactly what he would do every single time. Drive that truck into the river.

Zelda for N64 changed how we looked at video games and what we expected of them. You didn’t just run in a straight line, or vertically jump, or shoot arrows forward or backward. You ran in circles and across fields and climbed vines and floated thru the air with chickens and shot arrows in any direction you wanted and swam underwater.

And you got a pony. A PONY. How can you not like a game that gives you a fricken pony??



It was full of tough puzzles to solve, and easter eggs to find and if you weren’t careful, you got strangled by redeads or grabbed by the scary black ceiling wall master hands. I HATED those things. It was like giant black spiders dropping on you, and if you whacked them with your sword, they turned into three smaller super fast ones. The worst part was you didn’t know they were in the room until you were in the middle of it and the scary ceiling wall master hand music started playing. The redeads weren’t much better. Basically brown mummy zombies that moved really slow but at a certain distance they mesmerized you and then jumped on your back and strangled you from behind. Once they were on your back, you were done.



But mostly, you got to ride Epona and visit faeries and shoot Skultullas and solve puzzles and travel the vast world of Hyrule meeting new people on your quest to rescue Zelda.



Okay, more than a paragraph- sorry. And a few videos.  And I was going to move on, but now my friend Megan posted this awesome video on Facebook, and Lord help me but I just can’t stop – this post is doomed.



And then, my friend Collie got Leonard Nimoy to retweet her. Holy crap. This has been a booming nerd week.


Can I get a retweet?

Can I get a retweet?


And then, there was this – posted by my friend Catrina.



I would totally wear this shirt. That’s a hint to all my friends. My birthday is only 10 months away. You could start planning anytime now, you know.  You can find them here: http://shirt.woot.com/offers/reading-rambo.

And then there was this:




And this from Doreen:




And then my son sent me this:



Which doesn’t come out until next year, but Matt and I are already stoked about it.  I could truly write another nerd blog just focusing on Jurassic Park. Complete scientific baloney, which is exactly why I love it. Don’t make my mind stay in a box with your scientific facts!



And then I saw this video today about escaping Honey Badgers,



which prompted me to send it to my son with the caption “Don’t turn off the honey badger fence,” and his response of, “They should all be destroyed,” which then prompted the creation of this:

Photo property of Brick House - created by Matt DeGroot.  Yeah, baby.

Photo property of Brick House – created by Matt DeGroot. Yeah, baby.


And then this movie comes out in a mere 21 days. Oh yeah. Already saving up for popcorn.



And that is about all the nerd I have for one night.  And reading my blog doesn’t count if you don’t watch the videos.  Especially the Jedi Cat one.  Until next time:

Your bestest nerd buddy,




To Boldly Go

First off, I just want to give fair warning that this blog entry will be unedited.  I procrastinate writing because it takes me longer to edit than it does to write, so then I just don’t start at all.  So tonight, I decided to just type whatever pops in my head and to heck with making it sound pretty.  That means you git what you git and you won’t throw a fit.

I want to share with you my first Summer of Fun weekend.  Last winter, when we heard about the new Star Trek Movie, an old school chum of mine and I decided we should watch it together.  Caroline lives in Madison, and they have an IMax theatre down there, so it was decided I would come her way.  The most amazing thing about this is that we haven’t really seen each other since graduation.  In fact, if it wasn’t for Facebook, it’s likely we wouldn’t be in contact right now at all.  So if for nothing else, Thank You Facebook for bringing old friends back into my life!  Now, please be a dear and quit selling my information to the King of Spam.

We had a lot of pre-geeking going on – sharing the movie trailers, the Old Spock/New Spock Audi commercial and Caroline’s gem:  Finding the obscure video clip of Spock singing the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins.  One might think we were on the fast track to disappointment, but one would be wrong,

The movie was really really really really really really good.  Yeah, it had some holes in it.  It certainly wasn’t very…well…logical.  But Star Trek has always actually been about the relationships between Captain Kirk, Spock, Scotty, and Bones, and it totally lived up to that.  It was full of the usual Kirk/Spock/Bones banter and Red Shirt deaths, plus a healthy dose of modern special effects and the crew of the USS Enterprise once again pulling off the Kobayashi Maru test in real life.  Well, real Star Trek life, where they have things like warp drive and time travel.

Into Darkness

We boldly went…

I think the thing that amazes me the most about these last two movies (2009 and 2013) is how well the new actors have taken on the persona’s of the original characters, while at the same time, creating their own identities.  It doesn’t feel forced or fake.  However, the action is a lot quicker than the old series – and even more so than the old movies.  I made my son watch The Wrath of Kahn with me the other day, and we both were nodding off a little in the middle.

The rest of the evening we took time to relive our youth, while catching up to the present.  And I got to meet Calamity Jane – the rootin’est, tootin’est (literally tootin’est) Boston Terrier this side of the Mississippi.  I just love her – toots and all!  She would jump on the back of the couch and then promptly on top of my head, and try to lick me in the face.  I giggled like a little kid, which would just encourage her to keep trying.  Then Caroline would rescue me and make Jane sit on her lap, which would last for about 10 minutes and she would be back, her little tail wiggling non-stop.


“Jane, you’re playin’ a game you never can win, girl!”

The following day we visited the Farmers Market down by the capitol, where I found the most awesomest cow cookie.  And cinnamon rolls.  And Amish Pies.  And scones. And chocolate.  And coffee.  And asparagus.  (One of these things is not like the other!  One of these things just doesn’t belong!).  Most of the sugar was ingested before leaving Madison, making for a rather heart-racing drive home.  The cow cookie actually made it home in one piece, although it did not survive the weekend.  I have no regrets.

Cow cookie

Nom nom nom nom nom!

All in all, I want to thank Caroline for the excellent hospitality and friendship, and for a fantastic get together.  It couldn’t have gone any better!

Kirk out.

PS – I did edit a little tiny bit.  Just a little.  But mostly, I sat here with my perfectionist OCD itching with every typed word.  In fact, I just deleted half of this paragraph because I didn’t like it.  I have to go eat my snack and read my trashy novel now though so I’m done!  Really! No going back.  No revisions.  Done.  Done.  Done.  Agh!

Old Bags

To my life long friend, on her 50th Birthday.

Happy Birthday, you old bag.  And you are old – half a freaking century.  Really and truly old.   An AARP card member, who needs to use her cheater glasses to order off the senior menu at McDonald’s.  An old bag with a full-blown case of CRS disease (Can’t Remember Shit) and a body that is down spiraling to the point where it can’t even regulate its own body temperature.  Can wandering the grocery store aisles muttering to yourself while farting out loud be very far around the corner?

I wanted to think of some kind of fantastic gift to honor your half century mark.  A box of Depends.  A bottle of Geritol.  A jar of dirt, of which you would be older than.  But nothing seemed quite funny enough or special enough or unique enough.  You deserve a parade or a jewel encrusted crown.  A date with Superman.  Or Spock.

voiceofreason spock

I mean, you and I have been friends longer than I have been with Dave.  And everyone knows we started dating as infants.

37 years ago, you literally showed up on my doorstep and asked if I wanted to be friends.  Who knew that when my family moved out in the sticks, on some country road in a house in the woods, that there would have been anyone my age within walking distance.  Much less someone as perfect for me as you.

Fanny packs and mom jeans.  Wow.

Fanny packs and mom jeans. Wow.

I got my first stitches with you.  Do you remember that?  I was trying to impress you and Susie Lietz with my bike riding skills (of which I obviously had none), and wiped out on a stick that poked a small hole in my leg.  “Oh, stitches don’t hurt,” you said.  Assured me of it, even as we were riding the elevator in the hospital with my mom, who also didn’t say ANYTHING.  Afterwards, the pain of the anesthetic needle still pretty fresh in my mind, I believe I accused you of lying.  You promptly replied that you didn’t lie – the stitches themselves didn’t hurt, did they?  Such logic from someone who didn’t even know who Spock was yet.  Afterwards, we went to your house and stayed overnight in a tent in your backyard.  I can still smell the canvas of the tent, hear our giggles, and see the sun shining thru it the next morning.  It’s a favorite memory, and while I now can’t remember where my phone is or where the frick in the parking lot I left my car, I will never forget it.

It was the first of many summer nights spent sleeping outside, and many summer days, wandering around the cow fields or down by the falls with Jack and Ragnar.  Trying to explain to my sister that calling you “Lips” was not derogatory, or arguing with your sister Joan or my brother Joe,  (OMG they just didn’t GET IT!).  Sneaking cigarettes from your dad and getting drunk on TJ Swan wine in the cow pasture (thank you, Lori Lewis’s sister – wherever you are).  I remember telling you my deepest secret – that I had a crush on Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise and you laughed your ass off at me but you didn’t blab it to anyone.  A true best friend.


In between poking at cow shit and climbing trees, we grew up. Got married.  Moved away.  We had very different lives after high school, achieving opposite goals.  You had a career, and I was a stay at home mom.  You got your masters and a job in your field, and I got an associate degree that I have never used other than for resume decoration.  We both experienced wonderful joys and suffered great loss – divorce, illness, death, birth, graduation, marriage, love – and it wasn’t always easy to be there for each other.  Somehow though, that core of friendship that began all those years ago on my doorstep has kept drawing us back together like a magnet to a refrigerator door.  How’s that for a cheesy analogy?

All cheese aside, did I ever tell you how much I look up to you?  How your tenacious spirit and ability to visualize what you want has inspired me?  How in awe I was that my best friend had the guts to move all the way to freaking Albuquerque, NM, all by herself, and NOT take a left turn?  How strong I learned you were when you went thru your divorce, and how happy I was for you when you married Tom?  How proud I was of you when you completed your first triathlon?  How important it is that my kids and Dave not only know you, but also know how important you are in my life?  You have continually strived to always move forward, better yourself, try new things, step outside the box.  And even though you are an old bag, you are also my hero.

So, here we are, 37 years later, and now you’re an old bag and I’m almost an old bag.  We survived boys with powerful biceps, getting our periods at exactly the wrong time (or exactly the RIGHT time), Cobbly Knobs, gator infested waters, getting french kissed by the best man, 14 mile hikes up the sides of mountains, cock-a-roaches, and parties with the Preble boys.  God above only knows if the next 37 years will be as interesting and fun, or if we will even have another 37 years, but one thing I am sure of.  He put us together, and He’s the only one that will be able to take us apart.

Live long and prosper – I have been, and always shall be…your friend.

Love ya-


And now, a short walk down memory lane…

Watcha drinkin' there?  Hmmm?

Watcha drinkin’ there? Hmmm?

Poem inspiring, wouldn't you say?

Poem inspiring, wouldn’t you say?

Did you rob that sweater from Bill Cosby?

Did you rob that sweater from Bill Cosby?

We are posing next to Babe the Pig.  And we think we are cool.

We are posing next to Babe the Pig. And we think we are cool.

What do you mean we are only half way up?

What do you mean we are only half way up?

Escaped from gators!

Escaped from gators!

I have no words...

I have no words…

Cobbly.  Knob.

Cobbly. Knob.



Battle Plans

You know, I was sitting here freezing, wondering if I should turn on the fire-place and lay on the couch or try to be productive. I choose productive, for the simple reason that I found my socks.

alpaca socks

The Bees Knees in footwear

I have this favorite pair of alpaca wool socks, and they had been missing for at least a week. At first I thought they were in the wash, so dutifully wore my other socks until I got around to doing the laundry. Ten loads of laundry later, they were still missing. Then we had a spurt of warm, fall weather – well into the 70’s – so I didn’t notice too much that my feet were clothed in mere cotton.

But tonight, I walked the dogs in a chill 40 degrees with only a sweatshirt and came home cold, tired and footsore. I wanted my socks, dog gone it. I began to suspect a sock thief, but realized that the only other two occupants in the house are both males and unlikely to be sock stealers (unlike a certain daughter I know), so did the next logical thing. I looked under the bed. Viola! I pulled them on, and felt instantly better physically and emotionally. It got me to thinking too, about the up coming winter, and how I was going to battle the short, cold days of gloom and snow.

I’m going to need a battle plan. I can already feel myself being dragged into the comfort food vortex, where fuzzy blankets, mystery novels and video games conspire with the evil war lords from the Land of Carbohydrates, in a battle for my soul and my waistline. And to be honest, I am a willing victim.

Obviously, the socks are my first line of defense. They really do give me actual ‘warm fuzzies’. I love these socks, and I do not use the term loosely. You can get a pair for yourself here.


I didn’t have a SAD light picture, so had to settle for a Sue’s A Dork picture. Yes, those are glasses with windshield wipers.

My second line of defense is to buy a SAD light (SAD stands for Seasonal Affective Disorder, not Sue’s A Dork…just sayin’). My trusted healthcare professional (interpret as you wish) has assured me it will be the best $60 I will have ever spent. I certainly hope he is right. Mine is coming on Tuesday (if the FedEx website is correct), so I will keep you posted. I’m supposed to use it every morning for 30 minutes, which won’t be a problem. I spend the first 30 minutes of every morning huddled around my coffee mug, staring into the glowing screens of one electronic device or another so what’s one more in the mix?


“Dog Breath set to ‘stun’, Mr. Scott”

My third line of defense will be to get outside, as often as possible, when it is light out and especially when the sun is shining. This is difficult during the work week, when I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark (hence the need for the light). But on weekends, I need to be diligent about finding time to be out, even when it’s so cold Lucky can’t make it to the corner with out pitifully holding out a frozen paw. (Lucky is one of our yorkie-poo’s. He acts tough, but is pretty much a wuss, although he does have breath that could kill a man. Right now he is sleeping under the bed. Weirdo.)

And my last line of defense will be to join the Y- for a couple of reasons. First, because the idea of having only the sweat box (our pet name for the gym at work) to go to for exercise all winter is enough to make me want to gnaw off a limb. The other reason is to get some swimming in after work. With the longer days, I am used to being active in the summer until at least 8 or 9 at night. In the dark of winter, I tend to completely shut off by 6:30. Maybe if I swim a few times a week after work, it will trick my brain into resetting its winter activity clock. Plus, it will give me an alternative on the weekends when the weather prohibits outside activities.

lambeau field

Oops – not THAT Frozen Tundra

I think it will help if we get some snow too. Last year we had very little, and I think that actually made winter seem longer. If I have to live in the Frozen Tundra, I want to have fun in it. Dave got me a pair of snowshoes last Christmas, which I was able to use only one time on a test run in the back yard. Of course, if it doesn’t snow, I can keep riding my bike…ah but we need the moisture more than I need to ride all winter. Plus Kay did invite me snowmobiling, and if I know Kay, it will definitely be a good time had by all. Maybe this winter won’t be so bad after all!

How do the shorter days affect you? Are you a winter hater or lover? What do you do to combat cabin fever?