tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69508732011-09-10T06:36:16.917-07:00the timely testimonies of a tattooed tattling terrapin OR the tawdry teasings of a tippled titillating tortugaCooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.comBlogger2381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-50677238714962305502008-10-26T05:59:00.000-07:002008-10-29T07:11:55.157-07:00

Hey all, I was AWOL if you hadn't noticed. And chances are good I wasn't exactly doing exciting things with my time. The normal routines of life seemed to be all I was writing about, and frankly I was boring myself (and, most likely, you). Mind you, a lot of these tasks are things that make me inordinately happy (like mowing the lawn), but how many times can I tell the interwebs how productive I

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Nothin' new here, folks. The flood was declared "officially over" a week and a half ago. That, of course, only encompasses so much, don't you think? But it's a slow return to many toward whatever semblance of "normal" there was before.Sunday was a big day here at Chez Cootera. I took out the trusty chainsaw and laid waste to the butt ugly bushes in front of my house. And THAT, my friends, was the

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Hey all. Well, it's a crazy mess here in Iowa City/Coralville. Luckily, even though I live on a road that t-bones into Dubuque Street and the Iowa River, I'm at the top of the hill, so I'm staying high and dry (so to speak). It looks like we're going to have largely dry weather this week and I believe the river crested yesterday. Now it's just the slow wait for the levels to go down.While I

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... and luckily, I'm getting one soon. In seven days and counting, my dear friend Blake, in dire need of a respite from Seattle, will be here for a long weekend (although the forecast is calling for yet more wretched rain). And while he needs the time relaxing more than me, this gal is anticipating the time off more than Das Poog looks forward to going to Grandma's house where all the treats live

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A friend of mine sent me a link of some Flickr photos a friend of his had posted. I don't know his friend, though back in the day, I damn well should have. Circles were small then. And these pics revealed a horde of my friends from 'back then'. It was a punch in the gut. There I was at work, poring over grant accounts and general expense budgets, working on summer course approvals (that should

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My computer has been at death's door knocking loudly for a long, long time. Alas, my dear friend installed a new hard drive, and after a wee bit more dinkling with the darn thing, IT WORKS. So a ginormous THANK YOU goes to MAK. I can now check in and see what's happening in the macroscosms of Blogland. I can play Scrabulous on Facebook (where good ol' Lois Lane kicks my ASS 9 out of 10 games)

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Inspired by Jim, I have added a book link to my sidebar. I, like the majority of thinkin' folk who enjoy the 'escape', like to read. They're your best friend for the time it takes to read them... unless it's completely sucky like Jonis Agee trying to write something poignant about a relentlessly pathetic character who has absolutely not one single redeeming quality even though she's supposed to

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At lunch today as I was leaving Jessup Hall, I noticed a man walking along on an intersecting sidewalk. We passed each other, heading in different directions. Ever have that feeling you know someone? So I turned around to look again, thinking I'd just blown by an acquaintance. He was looking back, smiling. I crossed the street and looked again. He was looking back. Smiling.It was one of

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Hey all. A little update to the ol' blog might be nice, eh? Thanks for the inquiries 'bout the wing. It's getting there. As I discovered today, ~145 degrees is 'normal' flexion... I'm at about 98. Nope, can't pick my own nose yet, but trust me when I say my physical therapist is doing his utmost to see me to that particular victory. (Adam will never forget me.) Anyway, the way I figure,

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heh. here're some xrays of my elbow. i went to the doc last thursday and HAD to ask for a cd of these pretty pictures. the two pins are about 4.25" inches long, and that figure 8 metal thing holds them and some of the bone that splintered off in place. cool, eh? and get this: instead of being put in a permanent cast (after 3 long itchy weeks in the first one), they put me in

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First off, here’s wishing everyone a very happy holiday season!That aside, those who know me are aware of my deep, abiding dislike of this time of year. I refer to Christmas as Exchanging-Debt-With-Family. I am not particularly religious, so the story of little baby Jesus just doesn’t do much for me. And what’s this thing about a virgin mother? Get real. This is why December 25th represents (to

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...came the ice... (click to enlarge)

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So quiet. Bundled up. **schuff, schuff** Walking alone, quietly. It's delicious and cold. My thoughts linger on nothing. My mind hums its own song of fleeting mantras. Inside the hat, the hood and the quiet. Moving forward. **schuff, schuff** Looking up at the night sky with the snow falling so quietly. A universe raining stars.This is for me. No one else. This quiet. This cold. This.***Winter is

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*Last weekend was my grandmother's 95th birthday party. I've been wanting to write about it (and post a pic of my grandma), but my sister needs to figure out how to load the pics on her computer before I can borrow the disk from her camera in order to do the same. Alas, my sister for all her wonderful qualities, has the tendency to be a complete and utter moron when it comes to the simple things.

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I got new windows this weekend. It's good to have boy friends who will do things around the house.And since we're due for a cold snap, here's evidence that my cannas did well this year. Looka Gus.That's all. I need to get ready for work.

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I have nothing specific. Just a need to maybe write through something. Or nothing. So here goes nothing...Two years ago yesterday I moved into my house. My first house. Mine. Well, the bank's. This is the biggest thing I've ever done in my life. And the best (barring falling in love with a fat little puppy called "Moose" and deciding to bring him into my life). Two years ago around this time (

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There is a hairy man in town I see almost every day. He's homeless, to the best of my knowledge. I often see him downtown carrying on a very heated discussion with himself, sometimes punching and swatting at his imaginary argumentative self.Lately he's always by the church that has the free lunch program. I usually walk right by it on my way to work. A few days ago, I was doing just that.

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I done stole this meme from someone I don't know...1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car) Tuddles Camry2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie) Daquiri "Ice" Oatmeal3. YOUR “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) A-Bel4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)Green Turtle... wtf?5. YOUR SOAP OPERA

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Look at dem soulful eyes... I can't say it enough: I love das poog. Even if he does eat tomatoes off the vine. Happy Friday, everyone!!

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It rained. All. Fucking. Week. It was grey and gloomy and sticky. Oppressive. By Thursday I was in a deep funk. Grumpy. Foul. Unmotivated. I wallowed in it, let it take over. Sometimes you just have to go through the dark. You can't skirt the periphery. Deal. And it is no comfort knowing others are going through dark, too. Because it's not your dark. And you just want someone to listen and not

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Remember that garden I told you about?

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Ever feel like you're talking to a wall? Words fall on deaf ears with the response being "I know." But they DON'T know. There are times I feel like my entire throat is going to prolapse.Upon writing that, the sky just opened up and the thunder speaks its low tones. I'm going to go stand in my back yard and let it wash...

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Monday:I was actually excited to go back to work after a week off on vacation. It was productive and then I hooked up with some friends for a few cocktails after work. Life goes back to normal. (So really, there was no highlight to Monday... after all, it IS Monday.)Tuesday:I was out in the side yard dinking around with the gooseneck loosestrife. A woman I've seen a few times before who lives

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Curious. Have you ever thought back on the reasons you started blogging and come to the conclusion those reasons have changed? I started based on a single conversation at the bar one night. A conversation that made me laugh out loud... and I thought to myself that Aha! A blog! would be a good place to share funny stories. Then it became personal. 'Twas inevitable, yes?But, full circle, I find my

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It's mid-July already?Wow... time flies. Hard to believe that it was two weeks ago three of us were on our way to KC. I had fully intended to post a little sumpin' sumpin' about it, but hey... what can I say. The Goo was great. We had seats right down in the front. We met great people. We ate great food. We had FUN. Beyond that, well, what happens in KCity stays in KCity. Right-o.At the risk of

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At 5:00 pm on Friday, my vacation started! Where am I going? NOWHERE!! I've never: a) had so much vacation time -- 24 days a year, my people! and b) not gone anywhere. So I've got all of next week off, and I am spending it a Chez Cootera and surrounding environs. How much does that kick ass?! And then, in a few more weeks, Kansas City HERE I COME!! I'm heading down with a few of my friends for a

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This is what I did yesterday. Obviously, I had help. And it's more impressive in person.

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Ah, the neglect. When the weather is beautiful, interior doings take a back seat to unfolding Nature. I've been lazy when it comes to some things, 'tis true. But the yard has half dozen or more new hostas, candida anemone, and an entire garden tilled and filled. Tomatoes, various peppers, basil, tarragon, cucumbers, squash... The Japanese tree lilacs and maple have been getting a trim, bit by

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I have this ritual in the morning.I wash my dishes. No matter how few from the night before. As I told a friend, "There is solace in the mundane."Tonight, I came home after work and looked in the sink. There are times I wish I had more dishes.

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I need to get a new memory card for the camera. Six pictures I took and the card was full. Full, I tells ya! But here's a couple of the lovely little sausage/football called Gus.And one of Beaumont...I tried to get a picture of Brodie, but he exited (rather quickly) stage right and all I got was a picture of grass. Next time. And now, I must be off to go pull up the gooseneck loosestrife to

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Yes indeedy do! I got my new camera yesterday. What this means for you, my pretties, is that once again I will be boring you with pictures of my critters, my yard, etc. Stay tuned! (Give me a few days to figure the dern thing out).

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63 years ago in a tiny town in Oklahoma, Stub (who was about 6' 5") and Frances (who was about 5' 6"), had the first of six children. They named her Carole (after Carole Lombard), and she's been a hoot ever since.HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MRS. FREENBEAN!!!I love you.Always, GHOSTRADISH

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SPRING CLEANING!!I am finally going to get my guest room in some sort of order. And this afternoon, it's all about getting rid of dead wood and re-seeding. My backyard looks like a mud pit where little boy scouts would go for kindling. And, as it is the first Sunday of spring, it's time for the hammock to come out and screens to get put on the doors.And that's all I have, folks. What are YOU

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Last night after work I headed over to my mom and stepdad's new place to see if I could help out after the Big Move of the morning when professionals hauled ass across state with their furniture and personal belongings. A three story condo where my entire house would fit on any one level, I was amazed at the amount of STUFF in each room. And my sister thinks I'M a packrat.Alas, with each move,

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I've been listening to a veritable bucketload of this guy lately.Have I ever mentioned just how frikkin' much I like the Honeydogs? Huh? Have I?This lovely gent is Adam Levy. And you should all go out and buy their new CD 'Amygdala'.Or one of their older CDs.Or all of them.And Nick (of the nuclear sort) you have no excuse to not see them on the 29th in your chilly little

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It was a bloody Sunday. That is, it was a Sunday of Bloody Marys avec mes amis. Hermit that I am, it is not often that people set foot over my threshhold. Threshold? Old thresh? Yeah... did I mention Bloody Marys?Aaaaanyway...So it's about 6:30 in the morning (7:30 really, what with DST... yep, daylight IS sexually transmitted. Did you know that?) and the dog is snoring, the sun is shining

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I woke up at 5:30 this morning after a particularly vivid dream of eating cereal floating in vodka with Adam Levy in a warehouse. That was a bar. And I'd already knocked a drink on him, but offered to give him six dollars and fifty cents to have his trousers cleaned. He kissed my cheek and told me I was cute as a bug. Then Tom Petty showed up and started eating my cereal.And that's when Gus

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I LOVE THE HONEYDOGS. Make no mistake, I will brave a blizzard in order to see them play. And play they did. Last night at the Picador. Although there was no blizzard... just this light little snow that looked oh-so purty but made everything all fish-taily. To all the pathetic Iowa Citians who were going to come see them but didn't: you're lame little wusses and you missed the BEST show

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If I could mumble my way through a post, at this point I would do it in the hopes it would appease Nick, of the nuclear sort. But I suppose a poorly written post peppered with "nnn" and "ummm" and "rarrr" wouldn't exactly entrench me in your minds as a belletrist by any means. (Because as we all know, every. other. single. post. I've written is a work of art. Yeah.)But hey, I'm trying. It's

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Last night I was hanging out with some friends and we were talking about songs we love. Then, this morning, I popped over to Leezer's blog and she had a list of songs she could listen to over and over. I felt the urge to share a few of mine. What are yours?“Southern Nights” and "Wichita Linemen" by Glen Campbell“Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult“Life in a Northern Town” by Dream

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Hey ho y'all! And how is everyone's New Year going so far, eh? Twenty-one days in, and I'm thinkin' it's going to be pretty ok. Good things, some not so good things. Here's what I've been up to:Jan. 1: Didn't leave the house. I spent the entire day in my jammies, lovin' every minute of it.Jan.5: I gave das poog his heartworm medication. Wow. He loves those pills slathered in butter.Jan. 7: Dug a

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All is cozy at Chez Cootera. It's early morning on the New Day. Das poog is talking to his food bowl, Rufus is under the sofa and Felix is on the back of the chair. I just noticed a text message on my phone from Mush (**smooches** I lurve you, sweetie!). There is fresh coffee from the Coop and I'm watching Season 2 of 'Family Guy'.While last night was uneventful (I fell asleep on the couch at

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It is Thursday today, isn't it? I love this day. So without further ado:HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JESSIE AND MARK!!! WELCOME HOME TO VICTOR AND MARK!!!Different Marks, by the by... Anyway, I'm just peased as plunch, clappy as a ham, etc etc etc. It'll be nice to celebrate with my friends tonight. And waking up this morning and peeking out the window made me squeal like a little pig.I'm like the

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I have been:*Losing my mind*Falling ever-so-slowly off the Face of Planet Earth*Hanging out on Skid Row*Having a holiday in St. Tropez after winning the lottery*Watching "It's a Wonderful Life" over and over until my eyes are bleeding*Walking around the block for the last month (but never crossing the street)*Carrying someone's else's baby (her name is Rosemary) (can't remember His name)*Not

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If I had a camera... unfortunately for you, I do not have a means to let you seeee what Iii see...A dog, a dooog, chewing in the night, with his mind all set on a fight... Ok, so it's not really that. Neighbors Mark and Victor are on a long weekend holiday. And I have the puppa. Beaumont. He will gladly spend hours chewing on damn near anything you give him. This includes, among other things, a

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This here Thursday is one of my favorite days of the year. It doesn't hurt that Thursday just happens to be my favorite day of the week. It doesn't hurt that for the first time in years, I have tomorrow off. It doesn't hurt that my boss came into my office yesterday, gave me a bottle of wine and told me take the rest of the afternoon off. It doesn't hurt that I have TWO turkey dinners to go

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Damn blogger.I wrote a ginormous post about the sheer beauty of Iowa andBloggerDoneEtIt.I hates me some Blogger.

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A post in which I write nothing pertinent or interesting (and completely rip off my friend Mush's writing style... for the first sentence only).So, hey all. Thanks to those of you who still check in from time to time while I've been on my little 'break'. The new job is going well... just finished my sixth week yesterday. It's an ongoing lesson in bureaucracy, but once I capture the pace it'll

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I wanted to write a tribute. But I can't.I wanted to post his picture. But I can't.I wanted to bring him back to life. But I can't. It's been a year. And I miss him. And I don't talk about it. I just drink. And not talk about it. Act like it never happened and pretend that it was for the best. That it was his life and he lived it and loved it and snuffed it.He was my brother. And I

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October 14, 2005. It was the first night spent in my first house. This house. I remember that afternoon. It was warm and sunny. I was waiting for the bed to be delivered. Nothing else was here, really. The next day was the Big Move.I sat on the hardwood floor in the living room and looked out the windows. They had been cleaned in anticipation of a sale. Ladybug-lookalike beetles peppered

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here is my friend to t alk to you........ i am not able. Able. Yes, Iam. Unwilling. That's it. Here is Mark:So follows a defintion of WILL.Will: will1  /wɪl/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[wil] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation auxiliary verb and verb, present singular 1st person will, 2nd will or (Archaic) wilt, 3rd will, present plural will; past singular 1st person

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Hey folks... so I tried to check in and all my posts were gone. I've been dicking around with frikkin' Blogger all morning as I *evidently* forgot my password. Here's hoping this works when I refresh to post this. If not, it's been fun.I apologize for not visitin' y'all. I started a new job this past Monday and it's been somewhat overwhelming. But then, it's always hard to be a big fish in a

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Ok, I just took this picture outside our office. I wanna know what the HELL is up with the size of this praying mantis!!! Just about a week ago, Mark told me he saw a ginormous one, but it was hard to picture one over a few inches. This bad boy tops out at a whoppin' SIX INCHES long (more'n most men...). Is this where global warming is leading us? Huh? Is it?I apologize for the quality of the

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Apologies to all for not stopping by in recent days. Seems my life is in a bit of an upheaval, albeit a good one. You see, Coots got herself a new ding dang job. And the speed with which this has happened is somewhat mind-blowing. It's big change, a step up and I feel completely overwhelmed. The next few weeks I'm going to be doing my best to help my current boss get the business end of

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The morning started off mostly sunny. The air itself looked pastel yellow with pink. And then...It got dark in a really strange way. Hmm... kinda matches my mood some days...Have a great weeekend all!

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A nickel for anyone who can tell me where the hell the ubiquitous 'they' came up with the term 'soap opera'. Yes, I could Google it. Yes, I AM that lazy. Or maybe I just don't really care. You decide.Do any of you out there watch these daytime dramas? C'mon. Admit it. I'll fess up. I watch "All My Children" when I'm home on lunch break. Maybe 'watch' isn't the right word, since I

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Day Two at home, sick. Bored out of my head. Several friends came over to check up on me. I love them.This is the ever-loveable Brodie-toes. He likes Gus' rawhide bone... which is now hiding high up in a tree. No one wants Brodie to fart. He usually herds his dog, Beaumont, but for some reason, the rawhide was of more interest to him for a change. This is a bad picture, but I have to say: Brodie

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Well, I'd love to be able to write an exciting post about how just how fanFRIKKINtastic my weekend was... unfortunately, yours truly (that would be me) came down with a gnasty little sinus infection. Working at the bar on Saturday probably wasn't my wisest move, in retrospect. Sunday came, I rolled outta bed and... I felt *off*. Really off. Then Gus went after Felix and when I went to call

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EGGPLANT PARMESAN or THAT RECIPE WHAT CALLS FOR A TON OF PAPER TOWELS2-1/2 lbs. medium eggplants (about 3), cut crosswise into 1/3-inch-thick roundsA roll of paper towels (very important)Salt for sweatin’… and stuffBlack pepper, white pepper… whatever kind you like. I use both.1-1/2 cup olive oil (I s'pose you can use whatever kind of oil you want... but I wouldn't use peanut...)1 cup all-purpose

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Here's a picture of my very fat cat, Rufus:A wee bit prissy without an ounce of pretension. He must weigh nigh on 20 pounds, and he is Gus' favorite toy. Mostly because he can't run away. Very fast anyway. I should have named him Jeeves.Here's Felix: There's a whole lotta sass in that little feline body. This may be an awful thing to say, but of the two, he's my favorite. In fact, he was the only

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I'm not a great photographer, but here it is:

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Are you a morning person... a night person... a nooner? Tell me why.I'm a morning person and always have been (except for about 10 years or so in the 80s-90s). You know the saying: there's a time and a place for everything, and it's called 'college'. Yeah. Come to think of it, I was probably always awake and semi-coherent in the early mornings back then... before I went to bed. Hmm...As a child,

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Yes, I've seen "Field of Dreams". No, I didn't like it. Sorry. Anything that is so blatantly in-your-face drooling sentimental tug-on-your-heartstrings drivel makes me cringe (yes, I'll still cry, but it pisses me off). But there are days when Iowa does feel like heaven... especially in the morning.To wit, around 5:45 this fine Friday morn, Gus and I went out back (the fence is, by and large,

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My day lillies. And to think I was going to dig 'em up and plant something else.

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I took these around 8:30 Friday night. I love my fence. When I got home that night, poor Gus had had some 'accidentS' in the kitchen (med induced, I'm sure), so as I was cleaning up, there was a knock on the front door. 'Twas Victor saying "Mark has something to show you!" So outside I went. Lo and behold, there were my beautiful fence gates. We're going to hang 'em today and the fence will be

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I can't remember what I was reading... only that it caused my mind to go off on a tangential walkabout of no consequence. The brain lit on 'style' for a while. Personal style. A way in which you act or dress or come across that exemplifies your own unique characteristics. What does your wardrobe say about you? Your shoes? Your hair style? What would you *want* these things to say about you?This

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As most of you know, I work for an architect. This morning I had to go to a construction meeting in his stead. Let me just say this: sexist cocksucking contractors can kiss my ass. From the snide "What are you doing here?" to the condescending "Well you can take the meeting notes."My responses: "Same as you." and "Bullshit. I'm not doing your job for you."I did not make any friends today.As

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I guess I didn't mention the fence is of the white picket variety. Therefore, there is no way Gus could squeeze through, what with his giant poog boob 'n all. Anyway, looka here at this picture. See that small section of pickets? Now see that line where the rails are up? All those pickets are now screwed on, too.So, let me point out more stuff. Check out the white blooms in the right foreground.

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Neighbor Mark and Friend Bob hard at work setting rails to one side of the fence. I think the poog is going to enjoy not having to wear his harness, which tends to slide to one side of his giant dog boob.Of course, if he didn't run in counter-clockwise circles constantly, he might not have this problem.

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The bright red numbers read 1:23. The bedroom floor is smooth and cool as I pad across to the bathroom. Turn on the faucet, let the water flow, feeling the temperature decrease as I imagine tapping into the Silurian aquifer. I let it run over my wrists, gliding from tepid to coldness in only seconds. Cupping my hands, I drink. Deeply. What was it that woke me? Made me want water? The dog

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I awoke from a dream this morning and said, to no one in particular, "Talk to Gus the glitter pug." The dream had something to do with a not so nice gargoyle that lived in a closet on the front porch, and for whatever reason, at 5:30 this morning I was crawling around on the floor trying to get this picture:It was important for the world to see the chevrons on Gus' behind. This way, the not so

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I love to cook. I especially love to cook for friends. At times, things go awry.Last night I, GHOSTRADISH, hosted a small casual dinner party. 'Twas myself and the ever-lovelyneighbors who live across the street, Mark and Victor. My friend, Jason, showed up around 5:30 for a little social call while I was straightening the house and dealing with a very spirited poog, so it seemed an appropriate

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Today is my stepfather's 66th birthday. Like a bad redheaded stepchild, I forgot to mail his card. It's sitting on my desk at work. Bad Angie. So, a gratuitous pic o' the poog... I love you, Allen.Always,GHOSTRADISH

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My neighbor Bob had a century maple taken down this week. I call it a century maple because this tree was easily four-five stories tall and as big around as three sumo wrestlers. Sucker was huuuuge, is what I'm sayin'.The pros of this tree's demise are: 1) No more frikkin' maple buds will shower my car, driveway and house. Every time it rains, my downspouts spew this crap out like bloody

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Hey all! Many of you have heard that a nasty little tornado paid a visit to Iowa City Thursday night. First off, I want to thank everyone who has called, e-mailed and otherwise to check in on me. I'm finer 'n frog hair and other than some twigs scattered about, my neighborhood and house sustained no damage. Not everyone fared so well...The picture above is downtown Iowa City, on the corner of

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We all make snap judgments. When we do, sometimes it's really hard to 'come around'.I've been living here, in my new house, for five months. In that time, many of my neighbors have stopped to introduce themselves. It feels like I'm part of a secret club of people who belong somewhere and, somehow, they're accepting of me.That is, all but two. My neighbors to (what passes for) the east have never

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This is a small college town. Those of us who live here year round breathe a sigh of relief in mid-March when, for a week, the students pick up and go to Cancun, Orlando or wherever. This is that week. Maybe that explains why life seems a little easier, a little breezier. Come Sunday, they'll be back, though, and those of us who live here year round will look forward to mid-May when our town

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HOPE SPRINGS A TURTLE!

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Poor Gus caught a case of clostridium.Poor Gus has diarrhea of the explosive variety.Poor Gus is feeling the pain.You can see it in his eyes.Two trips to the vet and two kinds of pills later, the little guy is feeling much better. Yes, I'm now in love with my vet. Cleaning up sh*t morning, noon and night is not a fun thing. Really.

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...because I had new gutters put on my house today, and, well... they're beautiful. I can't remember the last time I was this excited about something so mundane. I just want to pitch a chair on the front lawn, back to the street, and admire the innate beauty of a downspout...

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...is to show my love for Neruda. Perhaps this sums up the feelings I have for the auspicious day of February 14th...Come to my heartdressed in whitewith a bouquet of bloody rosesand goblets of ashes.Come with an appleand a horse for there is dark room therewith some twisted chairsa broken candleholderand a dead dovewith a number.

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I really loathe the idea of a company-touted holiday that capitalizes on the sentiments (or fears) of a population bombarded with meaningless twaddle. Think about all the money that is spent on this one 'holiday'. Last year it was over THIRTY BILLION DOLLAR$. This is in the name of love? I'd love it if some of that could be diverted to our educational system or to the building of new levees or

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Why do people have boxes of Kleenex in the rear window of their car? I almost understand the stupid little stuffed animals; look in your rear view and there's a plethora of plush, smiling faces staring at you... while the guy in the SUV behind you is honking or giving you the finger for sitting at a green light whilst admiring your little horde.Why, when there is a YIELD sign, do people ignore

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This was in my g-mail account just now when I checked in. Subject: starfishFrom: alfredoKaryn was at imperil when that happened wealthy. decorate at spicy or even armadillo as in arm.Anyone else get spammed with gibberish? I mean, I'm used to getting a whole lot of solicitations for Viagra or offers to lengthen my penis (such a lucky girl am I), but this? Ideas, anyone?

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It's ironic to me that, as I sit in my office choosing interior colors for a project, I need to pull the blinds, block the sun and flip on the overhead flourescence. How will this palette look inside this building, with its cubicles and suspended lightning rods? I wonder to myself if the people who will one day work in this building will bring in pictures of their family, a house plant for

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I know, I know... Cooter's been a lazy blogger. But believe it or not, I'm just waiting for 'Christmas' to be over. Yes, you heard me. See, when my parents divorced a gazillion years ago, the drill at Christmastime was that we would spend the actual holiday with one parent, do our own thing at New Year's, then celebrate the birth of baby Jesus for the second time the weekend after NY. It

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Hey all!! I'm not dead. Really. Just wanted to let you all know life is good in Cooterland. I spent Christmas Eve with my friends and Christmas Day and night with my dad and stepmom. It was a wonder-full long weekend and I hope everyone else had a phenomenal holiday as well. My apologies for not being around... right now I'm trying to kick the sh*t out of my first cold of the season, plus I

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Ah, snow days... when you were a kid and didn't mind getting up at 5:30 to watch the news in hopes the Powers That Be would announce NO SCHOOL. Alas, now it's all about rising at 5:30 to shovel out from this heavy wet blanket in order to get to your oh-so important job that your boss thinks is really worth risking life and limb. Ok, maybe if I was a surgeon or an electrician... but to get to

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You all know how kids can be... blurting out things they overhear, questions that beg to be asked. Sometimes the parents are mortified, other times a bit embarrassed. More often than not, what is said is the most obvious... that which adults artfully dodge. This type of 'communication' is something we are taught as small children, in a variety of ways. Before I could embarrass him, my father,

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1131650307986986672005-11-10T11:03:00.000-08:002005-11-10T11:18:28.033-08:00

I love the Dialog Blog (in sidebar). And it made me realize that, at times, I overhear some pretty funny stuff at the bar..."Can't you see I'm busy? I'm playing Boggle!!""They were all shitting diarrhea. It was funny.""What are you doing putting marbles in the Limoges?!!""If anyone talks about you, they got a lot of room to talk."If my patrons keep up with the funny, maybe I'll post something

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Hello, my friends. I just realized it is Wednesday. Hmmph. Too bad... I was thinking about that Aimee Mann song, 'Voices Carry'. I'm trying to shush it down.I love my new life. It's like waking up in the morning and putting on someone else's coat. Moving to this house has made me feel ALIVE. Every day I find something new for which to be thankful. Really. The commute to work is

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1130272060128633842005-10-25T13:05:00.000-07:002005-10-25T13:29:50.980-07:00

Yeah, I know... I suck. It's been a week and a half of ups and downs and all-arounds. I'm kinda sick of looking at this poor neglected blog, so JUST CUZ! the following meme is space filler. Maybe I'll delete once a new post is up. But it's fairly entertaining, plus it's homage to Mush for having never done her earlier meme that entailed the innards of purses...In this one, using your favorite

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1129220698840160002005-10-13T09:21:00.000-07:002005-10-13T09:26:57.136-07:00

I am a homeowner. I have a thick sheaf of paper, a ring of keys, and one helluva sense of elation to prove it. If I'd known it was this simple, I'd have done it years ago. Have a stellar weekend everyone!!

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1128692928710245522005-10-07T06:22:00.000-07:002005-10-07T07:49:50.930-07:00

Every year around this time, the trees that line our lazy streets turn the most magnificent shades of Hawkeye gold, Flaming Carrot orange, and a gorgeous red that can be found on the buffed and de-calloused toes of just about any co-ed that goes in for a pedi at La James School of Beauty. It's simply breathtaking to drive to work, the grocery store, the laundromat.But with these seasonal colors

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1127328780710798172005-09-21T11:29:00.000-07:002005-09-21T12:15:02.970-07:00

Meet my boy, Gus. Gus is a lush.This is what he does after I go to bed. He heads on down to George's, orders up a shot and a beer back and tempts some shameless hussy to light a cigar for him.Gus is a bad dog......but I love him, nonetheless.(Note to PETA: no poogs were harmed during this photo shoot. No poogs became canis intoxicata during this photo shoot. No poogs smoked during this photo

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1127318113429980662005-09-21T08:53:00.000-07:002005-09-21T12:26:25.686-07:00

Like Veronica, I don't often participate in quizzes 'n the like. But wow... Nail? Head?You're Iceland!Most people think you're a cold and forbidding person, but you're actually naturally warm and inviting. People just get scared off by what other people have led them to believe about you. You keep to yourself for the most part, and are pretty good at fending for yourself, especially if water's

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1126641249587380182005-09-13T11:43:00.000-07:002005-09-14T07:49:02.800-07:00

Finally gettin' down to the tellin' of a true story 'bout a gal *not named* Calamity...Years and years ago Calamity (hereafter known as 'C'... which can stand for many a great thing) and I worked together at a bar. We became pretty good friends as bar folk tend to do. It was a pretty tight friendship in a very superficial way, if that makes any sense. I can't speak for most women, but I generally

Cooterahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06201061197333975249noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6950873.post-1126232288252592572005-09-08T18:57:00.000-07:002005-09-09T05:13:47.660-07:00

Thursday?This is my favorite day of the week.Two weeks ago tomorrow I looked at the house in which I will spend the next very several years of my life.Two weeks ago we all waited and hoped that Katrina might... well, veer off.Two weeks ago, I was different person than I am right now. I don't have anything to say about the happenings down south. Other than, DAMN. I have nothing to add to the

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