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March 2005 Archive

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Here goes! I built a new blog for all things Numo. A few more pics for those wanting them. Oh, and, canned crickets are stinky.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Condiments!
Kent and I got take out dinner tonight and watched Survivor. Here's a bargraph of the condiments we got in our bags:

Left to Right: ketchup, mayo, mustard, butter, jelly, salt and pepper

Billy just called and asked, "You're not getting all hedgehog on me, are you?" He was teasing, but I've been wondering that myself. I'm working on a seperate Numo blog, so all my pet posts can be contained. Right now, the news is Numo.
posted on 3/23/2005 03:09:00 PM

Hee!
I was doing my neighborhood errands just now. I walked by a woman and three girls. One of the girls exclaimed expertly -
"Four girls plus zero boys equals fun."



I hear ya, sister.
posted on 3/23/2005 01:59:00 PM

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Huffy VonHuff Huff
Last night Numo got super huffy with me when I tried to take him out for some Brandy/Numo time. I let him be since he had a long day at the expo. Tonight he huffed and puffed, but I still got him out. Hung out on my lap for 2.5 hours! Much huffing, some exploring, much sleeping. But I did get to see more of his lovely lil face.

And it's really neat learning to read Numo's quill and the levels of on guard to relaxed. Granted, I'm seeing more of the former than the latter.

I think every hedgehog should be named Mr/Ms Noselicker. Their only really strong sense is smell. And when Numo was sniffing he was constantly licking his schnoz. Like he's thinking over and over, "Let me get this smell straight. Let me lick my nose to make sure my sniffer is ready. Okay, wait..."

Tomorrow I get the rest of the stuff to build his cage, and hit da pet store. Such a new adventure.
posted on 3/22/2005 12:02:00 PM

Monday, March 21, 2005

Meet Numo!
I've never mentioned this on this site, because it was all Top Secret -
I love pets. I wanted a pet. Considering everything, the pet for me was a hedgehog. Yes, a hedgehog. Yes, they do have pet hedgehogs. Then I debated for a full year about whether to get one. Then some Kismet hit me in the face Friday morning. More Kismet later, I met my hedgehog yesterday at the PetChicago show at Arlington Racetrack.

There's pages and pages of story behind this, but it's Monday and I've got to get client work done. So, here's Numo:

He's an African pygmy hedgehog, snowflake in color. He's 3 months old. Veronica Moyle of Hedge Hog'N Around tells me he'll need some patience. I've got patience. As you can see, after his first night, he's sleeping for the day, and wants nothing to do with the camera.

Hedgehogs are diurnal, meaning they wake at dawn and dusk. At dawn he was tooling around in his wheel. I'm not used to this yet, and I groggily woke up and looked into his cage. He was looking back at me. Darn cute face. I can vouche for it without photographic proof yet.

Much more to come after I get my worky work done.

NOTE: I wanted and got a hedgehog, I do not want hedgehog stuff. Really, I mean it. When you see hedgehog stuff, think of me and Numo, but please do not buy it.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Amaryllis
It's sitting on my CPU, smiling over me.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

A Japanese toilet deoderizer I bought to entertain myself. Still ironing out a few wrinkles left over from February. Therefore, it was an easy decision to buy a $6 piece of plastic and stinky blue liquid, because I knew it would make me smile. And look, he's already maknig eyes at my cold water knob.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Monday, March 07, 2005

Overlaps
I had a superb time in Madison over the weekend. It was sunny and a open jacket temperature all weekend. Amihan's party was good closure on a lousy February. I met lovely folks. And the weekend had loads of overlaps.

Not really coincidence, overlap is when your life folds over on itself. Like last week when I was downtown and saw several strangers I recognized. I didn't know what to call it last week, now "overlap" sounds right. Like I said before, it lets me know that I'm going the right direction when little things cross my path again.

In Madison, a friend of my friends was explaining that she was making hats for all the babies coming into her life. She said it was a Chicagoan's pattern, turns out to be my lovely friend Cinnamon's! I went to The Glitter Workshop and there I saw my new friend Richelle's fantastic cards. A man who lives in my building ended up on my bus Northbound. The first Madison stop on the bus route, is a Park-N-Ride. Happened to be across the street from the Broadway Motel. This was the place Jim, Pat and I stayed at my first pass through Madison. It's not a true overlap, but Madison's capitol building felt like a cousin to my beloved Chicago Cultural Center. The former wears brown and gold, the latter wears white and watery greens.

The craziest overlap was meeting Jean Merrill. I overheard her mention Minnesota at a party and I later asked if she was from MN. Yes. Where? "Oh a little Nothern suburb." Where? "St. Anthony."

"I'm from Fridley." Another anonymous Northern suburb of the Twin Cities. Yeah, I know Fridley is important to those who live there. I mention it out of state and I might as well say "Mars." "Fridley? What's FRIDLEY??"

Jean (which is my middle name) went to school 5 miles from me, and played in the summer marching band that our two schools shared. She played the same instrument, French Horn, that I played from 5th to 8th grade. Wasn't hardcore enough to continue to high school. She played in my school's 1993? 1994? production of Bye Bye Birdie, the year after my tenure as "Most Valuable Senior" in theater had ended.

We compared names that were younger than me and in band and/or theater. Our impressions of folks were very similar. And hey, Nathan Gustafson? Jean and I both want to know how life is treating you these days. I'll even say Nate Gustafson, in case you're Googling yourself with that variation. Email me if you find this page, eh?

(The glut of normal Scandanavian names make it impossible to find high school comrades online. Larson, Johnson, Peterson, etc. Speaking of Gustafsons, Kurt Gustafson, I want to know what you're up to too.)

So that bent our brains in a good way. Plenty of stories still to share, but I gotta get on with my busy, busy week. After three very lethargic months, it's good to really need to get my tuckus in gear. Back to Worky McWork!

Oh, but first - a gallery of images from Madison.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Demographics
I was toolin' through all my email addresses this morning and came across an offer for car insurance. [Note: I do not drive, do not own a car] And the first question to answer to get a quote was "zipcode of where you park your car at night." Of course, since I don't have a car, I've never thought of this. Then I thought about someone who's filter was to look at the world through what zipcodes people park in at night and what that told them about the people they met.

Or someone who looks at the whole world through brands of handbags and footwear.

Or someone who looks at the whole world through people with children and without.

Or someone who looks at the whole world through library card records.

Or someone who looks at the whole world through collections of items at the grocery store checkout.

Or someone who...?
posted on 3/2/2005 09:12:00 AM