Month: July 2009

Photography

Fakety Fake

Shelly

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My across-the-aisle cube neighbor has had this horrible fake ivy plant for a few years. I think she said that her mother gave it to her, and she didn’t feel like she could throw it away, so she brought it to work. WTF?! Anyway, last week was “clean your cube” week, so when I came in to work this morning, the fakety fake ivy plant was sitting in my cubicle. Apparently, “clean your cube” means “stuff the crap you don’t want into Shelly’s cube.” Again, WTF?! So, I immediately put it in someone else’s cube, on top of a really tall bookcase. Hopefully, it’ll take the new owner awhile to notice it.

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

A Faux News Observation

Shelly

As I mentioned, I am (probably) finished with physical therapy. Thank goodness! I don’t mind the sessions themselves. They’ve been educational and helpful. The waiting room, though, pisses me right the hell off. Even when I’m right on time, instead of 10-15 minutes early, I’ve had to wait, and every time, the television in the waiting room has been tuned to Fox News.

There are a lot of things in this world that I’ll more-or-less gracefully endure, but I’d rather Faux News weren’t one of them. While waiting for yesterday’s PT session, it struck me that the super-hyper banter between the talking heads reminded me a bit of listening to the Bob & Tom show (something I grew out of when I was, oh, 15-16 years old). When a supposed news show sounds like a morning radio show that relies heavily on toilet humor, that should be a clue that it’s time to turn the channel.

Pets, Photography

The Cranky Sisters

Shelly

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They weren’t really being cranky, but I love how both of them have their ears in the “I have an attitude problem” position.

Somehow, Henry managed to break off some of her whiskers. You can actually see one of them dangling, in the middle photo. I guess it must have happened while she was playing with Polly, though Polly’s whiskers seem to have escaped unscathed.

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In other news, I’ve been released from PT. Yay! He did Graston massage on my shoulder the last two times, which was not exactly fun, but wasn’t too bad, either. I don’t know if any of it is helping, but I figure it can’t hurt (not, at least, the specific exercises I’m doing), so it’d be stupid not to follow through with them.

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Chess

Shelly

When we were little, my brother and I would play chess for hours on end. Usually, this was accompanied by a big bowl of home-grown green beans, cooked with ham, onions, and potatoes, and slices of fried homemade bread to dip in the juice. The two things are permanently intertwined in my brain, so that whenever I think of playing chess, I can almost taste green beans with fried bread.

This is all by way of saying that I just recently noticed that my computer came with a chess game. I hadn’t played since I was a kid, so at first I couldn’t remember the movements of all the pieces. I played it a few times, though, and even managed to win a couple of games (on the super-duper easy level), but now I’m craving green beans and potatoes with fried homemade bread.