tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64639922024-03-13T13:24:25.224-05:00I Like Talkingblah blah blah blah blah blah........devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-87520871815316626632011-01-16T13:12:00.000-05:002011-01-16T13:12:35.425-05:00I'd consider switching insurance just because of Dean Winters...but Amica is a much better insurance carrier. That doesn't mean that Allstate doesn't have the best commercial spokesman EVER.<br />
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For all of you who didn't watch every episode of the thoroughly messed up show Oz (and then watched at least a few seasons a second time, only because you finally had to move onto other things in your Netflix cue but if you had all of the box sets you'd DEFINITELY be watching it again), Dean Winters played a terribly screwed up inmate, Ryan O'Reily, on the show. Before Oz, he was also on SVU for a stint as Brian Cassidy and continues to make appearances on USA where I obsessively watch the show (because I love it, not because I'm hoping he'll be on an episode. Sure is nice when he is, though!). After Oz, he jumped around but I didn't see anything he was on. (What was I thinking, right?)<br />
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And then, what's this? Dean Winters in an Allstate Insurance commercial? Over the years, he's filled out a bit, looking a little worse (read: better) for the wear. And because the commercials are based on him personifying "Mayhem", he's all banged up. And hilarious. I approve. <br />
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Here's the latest and greatest:<br />
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I've just got to include this one:<br />
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"OMG, Becky's not even hot." LOVE LOVE LOVE<br />
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Side Bar: That is the only time you'll ever see OMG or any of those other horrible little acronyms on my blog. They make me insane!!!! Now that I've gotten that off my chest, I. Feel. BETTER! [Willow!!!]<br />
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Allstate has posted all of the 16(!) Mayhem videos on YouTube. I highly recommend wasting a bunch of hours watching all of them. <br />
Highly. Recommend.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-85047161737270211552011-01-05T13:22:00.000-05:002011-01-05T13:22:35.550-05:00More Craftastic Craftiness!I even got crafty with presents this year. It's pretty addicting once the crafty ball gets rolling and I hoped they'd have more impact that going out an purchasing something. My mom really loves black and white jewelry and it's often really hard to find. So I scoured bead stores and the jewelry sites I frequent to find a bunch of different choices. Then I looked through her necklaces to find the lengths she likes and got to work. Along with the three necklaces, I made two pairs of earrings. She had a great suggestion to use just one bead on the earrings (she prefers 1/2" earrings) so the earrings in the picture are actually just the base bead now and look pretty cool like that. The photos are a smidge blurry, but you'll get the gist. <br />
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Continuing on with the woodwork, I discovered picture frames and letters. I found making these to be another hypnotic activity. Plus they allowed me to combine my photography with another creation. Both of these had photos I took in them when I gave them. I also made another for my dad that said, "L'amour" with a photo of my mom. I even went so far as to make the apostrophe myself by cutting up the tail of a “j” and sanding it down. I forgot to photograph it though since I finished the frame at my parent’s house. <br />
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I never took a photo of the finish product but just imagine a Stormtrooper and a Roller Derby Girl and it all comes together. <br />
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Holly is an absolutely wonderful baker and I scoured Etsy to find something for her since I knew I wouldn't find anything in the mainstream arena that was unique. I saw an idea that I really liked and decided to make it myself. These cake/pastry carriers are popular now and the Etsy idea of personalizing it seemed pretty cool. Yet another google search led me to a company that makes vinyl dots of many different sizes and colors. I picked out a couple of sheets of dots, bought the "H" from another Etsy seller and grabbed a carrier at Michael's. A million dots later, I realized that working with vinyl is not as easy as it looks! I learned quickly that an elaborate font like the one used for the "H" is NOT for a beginner and thanked my lucky stars that the first one actually looked pretty great (the mangled second one was quickly replaced with dots). Second, vinyl grabs air pockets like nobody's business so my first strategy of slapping on the dots meant for lots of bubbles. And while using a credit card to flatten them is a great trick, some dots are just too far gone, especially if they've got pull marks at the edges if I had to lift up the dot to start over. My last mistake was that I bought two different sheets of stickers: one of them had 12" dots down to 2" ones and the other 3" down to smaller than 1/2 and it looked really uneven as the only ones I could use from the black sheet were a bunch of 2” and 5” and none of the pinks were 2”. Take two, I purchased two of the same sheets 5" down to 1/2" and then made a much more cohesive yet still random pattern. Some of the big ones from the 1st attempt were still on it and I think they made nice additions to the random pattern. And I put them on correctly, of course.So, with the second round of dots actually working, I happily gave this to Holly. It's probably good she didn't witness the yelling during the first round, though!<br />
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My most exciting project was my present for my brother. Kendall's a big Stormtrooper fan. His friends went as far as to purchase him one of the official (and super badass) Stormtrooper suits that he dons on Halloween (hence the photo mentioned above). Personally, I'd also wear it to the office, but that's just me. So, I always keep an eye out for great Stormtrooper items but he has a lot of them and there are only so many obscure tshirts out there, plus he’s not 5. I came across the next item in another (dare I say it) google search. It was a captured image from an Etsy seller who had sold these years ago. Hmmm, can't buy them for him. Wait a minute! Michael's! So, I researched fuse beads and found out they are used by kindergartners across the nation. Perfect! Just as an FYI, it is almost impossible to find grey in a store and in the stores near me, I couldn't even find black or white alone. So, after I ordered special boards for the trivet (the Etsy designer only made coasters so math oozed its way back into my projects) and the colors from Michael's, I was good to go. To seal them, you iron them while covering them with ironing paper. Obviously, the kindergarteners don't do this part. And a heads up, they go from sort of clicky and still separated to super melty (bad!) super fast. The other thing that I did, that the guy did not, was add a foam backing. Now, they're about 3/4" and won't slide all over the place. I am so exciting about these!!!<br />
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While decorating our new adorable house, I walked into a Michael's. I had been in one a few times before, but this time, it was as though a screaming siren of joy pierced the air welcoming me to its lair. It's not the layout or the employees or the clutter that called to me (those were telling me to exit quickly), it was all the ideas yelling at me from their shelves. I walked in a complete newbie and out an expert. While my craftiness has manifested itself thus far in taking photos of costumed eggs, taking photos in general and making some jewelry, this store and A.C. Moore have released a maniac in me. I have finally started to get over my "I am the worst artist on earth" dogma and accept that while no, I'll never be able to draw a picture of a human face or even something that most third graders master, that these hands were definitely made for making stuff.<br />
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I gravitated first to the scrapbooking materials, paper and punches in particular, but I soon moved on to the pre-fab bird houses and acrylic paint. As the scrapbooking is patiently waiting its turn (and it will get it, oh yes it will) I started tackling the houses first. I've discovered that broad brush strokes are a wonderful form of relaxation for me. I can happily paint over the same spot multiple times and not worry that I'm ruining it. It's not all a breeze though, as there are corners and tight spots to handle. I can get so nervous right before the paintbrush hits these areas that I lose control of my dexterity. It's a great exercise in trying not to be a perfectionist all the time. Splotches might need covering later or might live there forever (what??), but I persevere.<br />
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The idea that kept sticking in my head was to make an argyle house, as I have somewhere around 40 or 50 pairs of argyle socks from ankle to past the knee, plus sweaters. I like argyle just a bit. I had the perfect house for it too: a small log cabin. Combined with the argyle, it's the anti-log cabin! Ignoring my lack of talent, I taped the daylights out of it for the patterns, calmed my hand, and gave into the imperfections. And Voila!<br />
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Once I did a handful of birdhouses, I branched out with the woodwork starting with this little bureau that I've made into a cute little jewelry holder. After coming up with the color scheme, (purple, of course), I remembered that I'd bought some very cool glittery black and white patterned stock paper. This is the part where I add that in addition to not being a great hands-on artist, I am a TERRIBLE mathematician. I often have problems adding two simple numbers, so tackling the measurements and a paper cutter was daunting. There were moments where the frustration marched me right out of the room but I just knew that I'd be so happy with it once it was done. I worked well into the night with my ruler taunting me along the way, but I did it. And I even lined up the argyle pattern so that it connects at the right place! So proud of this little one. <br />
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Look at those drawers!!<br />
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Since Christmas was just around the corner, both stores had holiday craft ideas on every end-cap. I decided I wanted a matching stocking set after seeing the cutest little pink and green stockings that I could glitter paint the cats' names on. I found cheap velvety big stockings at Kohl's and cut out green and pink felt circles and the name plates and decorated everything with glitter paint. 2010 welcomed a cohesive set of super cute stockings for the whole family. <br />
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Another potential activity I spotted in the aisles were clear glass ornaments for decorating. One of the thousands of emails from Michael's contained tips on ornament decorating and seeing them piqued my interest. A google search or two later, led me to info on decorating the inside with glitter.<br />
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Just so we're clear, I love glitter. I love glitter more than I love argyle socks and purple combined. I would wear a sheen of glitter that you could see a mile away every day if I could. It was only natural that I'd use glitter in my ornament decorating as well. <br />
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Using the glitter on the inside as opposed to decorating the outside contains it better, keeping it's sparkly goodness inside forever! Debates on glues were waded through. And then, Fifty or so ornaments later, I can definitively say that I am very happy with my purchase of Delta Ceramcoat Satin Varnish. I went through what seemed like pounds of glitter in this project and I mastered the art of spreading the varnish evenly, letting it drain for just the right amount of time, and adding and rolling the glitter. I even started mixing glitters for optimal color and iridescence. Making these was so hypnotic, I couldn't stop. And I had the added bonus of being entirely covered in glitter by the end of it all. It just doesn't get better than that. <br />
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I made so many that with all of the other ornaments I have for the tree (I LOVE ornaments, so I have tons), I ran out of space for these guys and got crafty with glittery gold present boxes that I bought at Pier 1 last year. <br />
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Next up: Crafty Christmas Presents!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-75109896114385871562010-12-07T21:18:00.000-05:002010-12-07T21:18:26.189-05:00The Eggles P.2 (8 months later!!)When last we left the Eggles, Frenchie and Edwina had just gotten married. Their honeymoon happened soon after and we're fortunate enough to have a few glimpses from that trip. <br />
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<i>The lovely couple off on the adventure of a lifetime. </i><br />
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<i>Best friend, Ebert sees the ferry boat off.</i><br />
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<i>Dusk on the ferry.</i><br />
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Unfortunately, the photos in the jungle were eaten by it, but enjoy a few happy snaps of marital bliss!<br />
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<i>Typical Tuesday at the Eggles.</i><br />
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<i>Edwina sure knows her way around the ivories. You should hear her sing!</i><br />
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<i>A rare glimpse into the private life of these two (nsfw!)</i><br />
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<i>Oh!! Joy!!!</i><br />
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<i><i>A teeny tiny Eggle!!!</i></i><br />
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<i>And look, good buddy Ebert! "Good morning, friend!"</i><br />
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<i>A good friend indeed... </i>devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-21262554271965611662010-04-04T22:14:00.003-05:002010-04-14T23:41:37.610-05:00When's the last time YOU made easter eggs into little people?And then had them marry each other?<br />
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If your answer was "this easter", like it was for Holly and I, then you're right there with us. If it was "what are you talking about, you weirdo?" than you, my friend, are missing out.<br />
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Part One, The Wedding<br />
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The Happy Couple<br />
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Frenchie (Frahn-Chi)<br />
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The Blushing Bride<br />
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Eternal Bliss<br />
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Forever Love<br />
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Part Two: Stay Tuned!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-49179978156404190382010-03-22T16:08:00.003-05:002010-04-14T23:42:53.886-05:00Who Had Some Free Time?<img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h148/laradevon711/I%20Like%20Talking%202010/DSC01795-1.jpg">devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-61243700723309773182010-03-16T22:24:00.007-05:002010-04-14T23:41:58.062-05:00Piper, the Veggie FreakPiper is our least affectionate cat, but he's the one who you crave it from most. The best time to catch him off guard is when he's asleep or very very sleepy. This is your gateway to belly rubs and some of the cutest sounds you ever will hear. The rest of the time, you'll find him dodging you. He is the KING of pressing his body as close to the ground while you attempt to pet him or darting by your outstretched hand. Sometimes, just because I'm his mom, I like to hold him on my lap, feet akimbo, belly in the air and make him dance and dance and dance. This could be why he acts like he does. Too late now to change him so dance on, I say!<br />
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He does eat pretty much anything though. Crackers fall to the floor. "Crunch, crunch, crunch." He'll practically beat you up for your yogurt. And he really likes fruits and vegetables. <br />
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Tonight I was eating green beans and he stalked me as I brought them over to the computer. And off we went. A big bite for Mom, a little bite for Piper. A big bite for Mom, a little bite for Piper. I even took a video of him. Keep in my that he does not stick around for long periods of time in fear that I might tackle him. The video only captures the part where he's on the ground. He jumped into my lap and ate green beans with me for at least ten minutes. Unheard of! And I swear to you, as I took the last bite of the last one, he was off my lap like a rocket. Oh well, I'll take what I can get and I'll love it!<br />
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This was my status update on FB a while back: "Dear HBO, thank you for offering such great movies as 1990's <u>I Come in Peace</u> wherein 'an alien policeman and an FBI agent hunt for an alien hulk which kills for heroin in Houson.' Obviously every time this hulk kills someone, he says, "I come in peace." Yessss!" Another classic? <u>The House Bunny.</u> I've seen it 4 times. I'm not kidding. <u>Obsessed</u>? Twice. Two times too many. And the list goes on... <br />
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Matt likes to point out that I'll watch a terrible movie on HBO just to avoid watching commercials. (Right now I'm watching <u>Lakeview Terrace</u> and I hated it the first time.) The reasons I skip the commercials is that a) they're louder than the show which throws me out of whatever I'm doing and ADD sucks!, b) 90% of them are abhorrent and c) they get repeated and repeated and REPEATED. They drive me INSANE! So, yes, it's true, I'll watch something bad to avoid them. Of course, I could just turn off the tv, but then I'm right back where I started with the background noise. Hey, this is just a small glimpse into my scrambled mind! So fun to be me! La la la la!<br />
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But because I do see a bunch of live tv, I can’t avoid the commercials. And although I can't stand most of them, I really <i>really</i> love a few of them. I even get my hopes up that I might see them. Nerd, I know. The beauty of a commercial is that it's less than a minute long but if it's awesome, you can watch it over and over again. If there's a part in a movie that I really love, I'll get to the end of it and go back and watch something again, but it kind of loses its context. The whole build up is missing and what happens next gets lost. Plus you have to find the place, fast forward etc. But a commercial is so short that you can go back to the beginning in a matter of seconds and it gives you its complete story. <br />
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Now that YouTube exists, you can search for anything and see it in all its unencumbered glory. But there's something about watching the images on a big screen. It’s like a short film! A really short one! And nothing looks the same when it's uploaded to the internet. So, again, love/hate tv. <br />
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My love for commercials goes back long before the handy interwebs existed (though it <i>was</i> nice to be able to search through YouTube for my favorites from the past and find a commercial that I have been searching for to no avail for years). Back in the early 2000s, VW aired a Beetle commercial that I only saw once. It featured "Little Fluffy Clouds" by The Orb, a song that I thoroughly love. I remember paying attention to the commercial almost too late and when it was gone, I watched tv in hopes of seeing that commercial and never saw it again. My memory had combined it with another Beetle commercial that I did see frequently where a green beetle goes firing around the screen in torpedo like ways. I was surprised that I actually found the commercial a couple of weeks ago as I've searched for it within the last year. When I found it, I was so excited it was like receiving a present. Ironically, the melded commercial in my head was more intriguing than the actual one, but it's still cool. Here's the link: <br />
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Career Builder had a series of monkey commercials that I'd wait to come on tv as they were also pre-dvr for me. They eventually posted them all on their website, but they were best on a bigger screen: Bigger Monkeys! I have always loved monkeys (no, really?) and these gems combined the little munchkins and hilarious story lines. Greatest combo! They even came out with a second series of them before moving on to other topics that were still great but never matched the monkeys for me. I would post every single one of them, but I'll let you seek out the rest yourself. <br />
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I am not sure why SportsCenter only advertises on espn because they are crazy not to show their awesome commercials EVERYWHERE. This is one of my favorites featuring Scott Van Pelt, who is full on hilarious. <br />
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There <i>is</i> a reason why I started writing this post. A new Sears ad has caught my fancy and when I started writing this a few weeks ago, I couldn’t find it. Now it’s FINALLY online!!! This is where the whole having to watch all the commercials to get to one applies. The new commercial addresses the E.P.A. and appliance recycling and coins a new term, R.A.D. (Responsible Appliance Disposal). Just researching this commercial was crazy. It wasn’t posted anywhere on the internet and it took multiple different Google searches to even get answers on RAD. When the commercial made a rare appearance on tv, my excitement was visible. Matt would call me in if I was in the other room and rewind it and we’d watch. Sometimes more than once.. If I was by myself when it came on a good three or four viewings were in order. Matt thinks it’s funny, but not as much as <i>I</i> do. Today, I did another YouTube search and voila, it’s been posted! Now that I've built it up to epic proportions, please enjoy the refrigerator delivery guy and two sardonic teenage boys. I know I have…about 40 million times. <br />
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I can’t wait till I see it on tv again!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-20070103830613989182009-09-04T20:11:00.004-05:002010-03-16T11:14:32.556-05:00Uncommon EncounterWhen I was twelve, I visited a Native American museum in Taos, NM. On one wall was a circle of wood. On it, written in a spiral that culminated in a crude print of a dragonfly, was a description of the role that dragonflies played in the lives of warriors of this tribe. I wish I could remember the tribe. Basically what the spiral said was that the warriors tattooed dragonflies onto their body for protection. It said that when dragonflies feel threatened, they fly very close to the ground and beat their wings so that the dust from the dirt swirls around. This enables them to dart off to safety, effectively escaping their predators. I couldn't tell you about anything else at the exhibit. But what I can tell you is that I have felt the absence of this tattoo on my body since reading this. Almost twenty years have passed and I still feel naked and unprotected. I've planned it out in my head a million times but have never taken that next step. Someday I will.<br />
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With this piece of art, an obsession was born. Dragonflies intrigue me. I have a huge collection of dragonflies that ranges from art prints to stained glass pieces to greeting cards, etc. The list goes on. Matt has gone as far to say, "Slap a dragonfly on any piece of crap and Devon will buy it." Thanks, Matt! But seriously, I can't resist a dragonfly.<br />
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My interactions with dragonflies have been limited though. I've watched many a dragonfly flit by and have watched in happy awe. At Squam this year, I was walking along with Matt and a dragonfly landed on my shirt! It stayed for half of the walk to the dining hall. Very cool. <br />
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But big experience arrived a couple of weeks ago at one of my client's houses. They have a pool and while dipping my feet in, I noticed that a number of bugs had made the unfortunate mistake of ending up in the pool. I saved a couple of ladybugs and then I noticed the dragonfly and just about died. I was so sad. Since they didn't have a pool skimmer, I'd been using a styrofoam floaty tube to wrangle them in. I worked for a while at pulling the dragonfly closer and eventually got it close enough to gently lift it out. <br />
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Carefully, I placed it on my hand (in what I would realize later was an upside-down position). I sat with it like that staring for a good five minutes. I had never seen a dragonfly up close before. What a luminous creature! Its wings had a gossamer sheen and it's eyes! Oh my god, it's eyes! They glow. They radiate light. They reflect. Amazing! And it's little face looks like a pansy or a monkey (another serious obsession)! Unreal!<br />
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As I sat there staring at it, I realized that its body was very very very slowly expanding and contracting and repeating the motion. In and out it slowly went. Realizing it was alive and that I'd saved it from drowning was such a powerful moment. I brought it over to the table and set it down. I finally realized that it was upside-down and I carefully turned it over. As it breathed in and out, sometimes fast enough for me to realize that it was panicking, I separated its chlorine covered wings. As they congealed again, I would separate them again.<br />
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When I felt it had dried enough, I transferred it to a leaf and found a good hiding spot for it to recover. I checked the next day and the leaf remained, empty. <br />
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I'll never know if it escaped but in my head it did. And my dragonfly obsession? A million times bigger. <br />
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Here are a couple of images and a couple of videos of the beautiful creature. <br />
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The hiding place!<br />
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Notice how fast it's breathing (watch the end of its body).<br />
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Look at its beautiful monkey face!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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I took a trip to the train station a month ago (?) and I noticed at stop lights that there was a fly on my window. Mind you, I think flies are filthy disgusting creatures. Blarf. But there was something different about this little one. While it wasn't busy barfing on my windshield, it appeared to be going for a ride. When the car slowed to a stop, it would turn its body around so that it was facing the top of the car. As the car sped up, it would turn its body around and hold on for dear life. You could actually see the wind whipping through its little leg hairs. <br />
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Sure, I thought, that's cool. See you later. But I got to the train station and picked up my lovely passenger, Aimee and I pointed out the fly, expecting it to be gone by this point. Nope. So she watched with me as we drove to The Shoe (naturally) while this little fly continued its dance, flipping back and forth. <br />
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When we came out to go off to dinner, it was still there! It danced to the the restaurant and by the time we came out it had flown off. But it had spent at least an hour on my windshield. Every time I started driving again, I waited for the force of the air to push it off and it held on tight. What an invigorating experience it must have been for this tiny little thing. How fascinating that at any other time, I might not even have noticed it was there or would have wanted it to move on as quickly as possible. Instead I've have a memory of a fly holding on while it whips through the ride of its life.<br />
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Here's a blurry picture of the little dancing fly, facing up in the "stop" position:<br />
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(Tabitha working the "bag on head" look.)devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-17999886453089240152009-03-23T11:49:00.002-05:002010-03-16T11:13:19.303-05:00So Hot<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIzNzgyNjczMzgyOCZwdD*xMjM3ODI2OTc5NjI1JnA9NTAxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*1OGQwMWZiNDUyNTI*ZDJmOTY*YTliNmYzZWRmZDZhYQ==.gif" /><embed src="http://home.mvm.com/pages/compact/badge.swf?userid=GIEjinTlRA&viewid=0&hmax=257&sid=undefined" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="119" height="298" name="badge" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><br><a href="http://www.mvm.com" target="_blank" style="position:relative;top:0px;left:0px;"><img src="http://mvm.cachefly.net/images/home_v2/logo/link_mvm.gif" border="0" style="width:119px;height:18px;" /></a><br /><br />I just wasted half an hour at H&M's website creating this model and laughing hysterically. First I made my model like me, so she has extra weight on her and I "tried on" ugly shirts. Shockingly enough, she looked fat in a lot of them. Then I discovered the jumpsuits. And oh it just went on from there. <br /><br />This was just about as fun as discovering that "Ana" on the Ikea website doesn't like it when you swear at her. This of course turned into plenty of wasted hours coming up with creative things to say to her. <br /><br />What can I say, I'm a sucker when it comes to things that will further me in absolutely no way and might just make me late for where I need to be (like right now).devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-14510890358365886772009-03-19T14:40:00.001-05:002010-03-16T11:12:46.118-05:00Not that there's anything funny about the Bernard Madoff scandal, but...I'd like to report that while listening to NPR on my commute home, the radio reporter (is that what they're called?) tried to say that Bernard Madoff was being brought up on fraud charges but instead of saying "Fraud Charges", she said, "Fart Charges" and I almost drove off of the road, I was laughing so hard.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-7893445407081529522009-01-30T17:38:00.005-05:002009-01-30T19:43:56.934-05:00I say "Whee" a lot when I'm driving.It's a pretty good indication of how I drive. <br /><br />I went to my parent's house the other day. A couple days before there had been a snow storm in which I made tracks up the driveway once and in the meantime, an ice storm had followed. This left the obnoxiously un-plowed driveway with a car track covered by about 2 inches of ice surrounded by icy snow. Adding insult to injury, the town had plowed about 2 feet of snow into the end of the driveway turning it into a roller coaster. Not easily deterred, I made a go at it, coming in from the right and got stuck in the driveway. Backed up, went forward, stuck. Backed up, went forward, stuck. Repeat far too many times. I had the peddle at full force the throughout all of it causing the engine to rev like it was preparing for a drag race. Snow was kicking up everywhere. I then decided that that if I burned through enough snow using this strategy, I'd be able to make it up the driveway. No dice. <br /><br />A normal person, at this point, would park the car and walk the 50 feet up the driveway. You'll be shocked to know that I am not a normal person. <br /><br />I put the car in reverse, shot out of the driveway onto the road, positioned my car dead on so that I'd have a straight path and gunned it like my life was over. As the car careened up the driveway, narrowly missing the fence, it rocketed along the icy path, kicking up what looked like pounds of snow in its wake. Finally, it cleared the house, obviously getting close enough to induce heart attacks, but I had arrived. This is when I saw the squirrels running in terror, literally diving for cover. I opened my door, wafted in the smell of burning tires and stomped to the house muttering, "I'll show YOU what a beetle is capable of doing."devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-77339470312432446522008-11-16T12:43:00.002-05:002010-03-16T11:12:26.476-05:00Things that should definitely be left in parking lots...<img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h148/laradevon711/I%20Like%20Talking%202008/DSC01032.jpg">devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-17849686235148009722008-09-12T15:58:00.003-05:002010-03-16T11:11:54.205-05:00What is our world coming to???<img src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h148/laradevon711/I%20Like%20Talking%202008/DSC00963.jpg">devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-80885606794746682282008-09-07T20:40:00.004-05:002008-09-27T17:14:51.863-05:00Revisiting old blogsI just labeled all my more recent blogs. Maybe grab a couple of random readers. And I revisited <a href="http://gdhdforever.blogspot.com/2008/02/adhd.html"target="blank">"Bubble bubble bubble, bubble bubble bubble"</a> because it makes me laugh every single time. And then I decided to read the comments because I always love to read what stupid things most people say. Actually, I hate reading them, but I'm a glutton for torture. Sooooo, I was perusing and mentally punching people and I came across this joke that I just had to share:<br /><br />Q. How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb?<br /><br />A. Wanna go ride bikes? <br /><br />If you don't find this funny, go away.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-58619469159138976982008-09-07T19:56:00.004-05:002008-09-07T20:07:44.008-05:00Really, I'm good at this, REALLY!I wrote this email to a good friend of mine (who's also a dog walking client) after my experience today. I went to meet another client who happens to live 2 doors down from them:<br /><br />"I'm sure your husband told you about the surprise visit from me, two dogs and [her] daughter. I knocked on their door and two of the dogs barged through the door, went barreling past me across the street and then up the street in on coming traffic (both ways of course, one of them actually stayed stopped in front of a waiting car) and then ran right into your driveway where Digger met them with unbridled excitement and Coco growled and barked at them. To make things even more exciting, [your husband] came outside and one of their dogs ran into your house and ate some of your doggies' food. They had no collars on so catching them from the beginning had been shockingly impossible. I was very happy to meet [your husband], although he probably thinks that I'm an incompetent idiot."<br /><br />Good times!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-23602620303337103122008-09-02T17:36:00.004-05:002008-09-07T20:08:11.258-05:00WordsMatt and I were driving the other day and I was listing off places that we needed to go to and then I said, "And then we need to go to Hollandaise." Matt looked over at me. I said, "I just really wanted to say Hollandaise." Matt shook his head at me for a while and I laughed for 10 minutes. <br /><br />It's a really fun word. I highly recommend it.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-24624816751366170512008-07-07T09:23:00.004-05:002008-09-07T20:09:20.312-05:00What?Yesterday Matt and I went to brunch. Sitting next to us was a family from a foreign country, most likely a slavic one. As they sat there eating their food, an older woman approached them. She leaned in conspiratorially and said, "My husband didn't want me to ask you this, but I'm going to any way. What color is a burp?" They looked somewhat blankly at her and so she repeated it, adding a motion of something being ejected from her mouth. One of them said, "What." "Burple!" And then she cackled happily and walked away while they sat there stunned. The american girl with them, obviously a cousin, explained the joke to them and they all gave their protests of confusion. And she goes, "Well, it isn't funny. That's why." And every one lived happily ever after. <br /><br />Except for Matt. See, I burp a lot (because I'm a classy lady) and every time I did it yesterday, Matt would say, "Burple." And then he'd sigh in frustration that he couldn't get it out of his head.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-31769736550379892432008-07-02T22:55:00.000-05:002008-07-02T22:56:25.505-05:00Ok, but seriously...I was away for a week, so I have a real excuse. And tomorrow or Friday, I am going to post a bunch of things. It's gonna HAPPEN!!!!!!!!!!!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-31670743053199651792008-06-12T14:22:00.004-05:002008-06-12T14:26:16.321-05:00Not much content.I have 7 million five hundred thousand and eight things to report on but I don't have any time!!!!!!!!!! I have updates on the baby birds, who have flown onto the big world out there (have to have the pictures to discuss, can't upload them here), I have some killer pictures of the kittens at the shelter (see above reason for not posting them now) [obviously "killer" means "awesome", and I hope I didn't have to explain that at all] and what else, just stuff. THINGS!!!!!! I turned 30 last week. Big day. And then next chapter of my life has begun...devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-61191227068593135422008-05-23T12:46:00.005-05:002010-03-16T10:50:20.555-05:00Why I love Matt.So yesterday I sent this photo of Annie and Harold, two kittens at the shelter, to Matt on my cell phone. <br />
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I wrote: "She's sticking her tongue out at him! So rude!"<br />
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And instead of writing back: "Oh my god, you're an idiot." or "Lame.", he wrote: "That IS very rude." Love.devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6463992.post-7510413772355236002008-05-22T07:56:00.005-05:002010-03-16T10:51:01.410-05:00Baby Bird!!!!!!This morning, I was getting up and I heard the mama bird outside and went to the window to see what was going on. She was perched on the edge of her nest with an almost whole egg in her mouth. She glanced at me and flew away.<br />
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A little while later, I started hearing cheeping sounds and I asked Matt if he could hear them. He said he couldn't, so he decided to go out for a smoke to check it out. Not wanting to miss out on the action, I rushed around getting my camera.<br />
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We went outside and she was sitting on the nest, which made me worried and then she got angry and flew away. I knew it was going to happen but couldn't resist seeing a newborn. And there it was! So teeny, sitting next to its sibling who's still unhatched. The eggs had been laid a couple of days apart. So I took a couple of photos. Got the one I wanted and left the area so she could come back (with a little bit of Matt prodding me to go back inside).<br />
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So, now as I'm sitting writing this, the window in front of me looks out on the back yard. I can see a bird shooting back and forth. As she goes out of my sight, I'm pretty sure it's her. Possibly, though, it's the male bird that we haven't seen much of but apparently should exist.<br />
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SO EXCITING!!!!!!!<br />
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Here's a photo of the baby, less than an hour old.<br />
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Milo and Piper in a grooming sort of a battle:<br />
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Tabitha loves boxes. LOVES THEM. Box open, stuff removed, in goes Tabitha. I love this picture. I think it captures the strangeness of her obsession.<br />
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This was a photo that infuriated me because my lens (not my regular macro) just WOULD NOT FOCUS. So frustrating. But then Matt pointed out that it shows what they're looking at out the window. Picture saved. I guess.<br />
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And exciting news! We have a nest! There was a mommy bird hanging out (I'd hear her coo a lot) and Matt went out onto the back porch one day and said that he discovered eggs in our plant hanger! Not only that, but the mom bird (a dove) (and single mom, apparently), will actually stay on her nest when Matt goes outside to smoke a cigarette. So not only does he have to walk by her to get out onto the porch, but he's 3 feet from her when he's out there! And she stays! She stares at him but doesn't fly away.<br />
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Here is a shot of her and a shot of the eggs (she flew away when I was taking pictures. Apparently, Matt is her boyfriend.)<br />
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So excited about the babies!!!!!! Future update to come!devonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08019989247644125629noreply@blogger.com0