Life in Queen Medb's Castle
Saturday, July 12, 2003
Stoney just informed me that it was Nixon asking about Hoover, not the other way 'round as I had first reported. So, in the post below, substitute Hoover for Nixon and Nixon for Hoover.
Stoney talks in his sleep. A lot. And I don't just mean that snoring thing either. He TALKS. Sometimes, if it's not so side- splittingly funny, I'll ask him for details. Still asleep, he'll tell me who he's talking to or what he's dreaming. Usually it gets so silly that I laugh outloudLY. He's a really heavy sleeper, but occasionally that does wake him up and then I get to tell him about it and he starts laughing. Sometimes I have to tell him about it the next morning and he says I'm making it up. But I'm not, I'd never make up such unbelievable stuff. If I make up something, it'll have a modicum of truth to it, to keep it believable. He's just bizarre.
Like the night that he woke me up singing "You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you, you'd be like heaven to touch. . ." Singing. Oh MAN was that funny.
Then there was the time that he was dreaming something was on fire and that he was patting it out. He was patting it out, all right. He was patting it out on me. Scared me, at first, then it got just darn funny!
I always push him on his side if he gets snoring too loudly for me to sleep. I've been doing this for over two years now, it's nothing new. And yet, about a month ago, when I did it he sat straight up, asking me what I wanted. I laughed so hard at that I felt sick. It's just so funny to hear him when he's asleep.
One night, I woke up hearing him say, "He's a looney!"
"What did you say, honey?"
"I was telling him that Nixon is a looney."
"Ah. And who were you telling that to?"
Seems he was dreaming he was in a library at the FBI and was discussing Nixon with Hoover. I can't remember the details, but I'm thinking that Liddy was there too. Of course, I'm half asleep myself right now, so I'll grant the possibility that it could've been Nixon he was talking to about Hoover. Regardless, the point remains, it was funny! I laughed myself to the hysteria point over that one--hiccups, shortness of breath, the whole nine. He's just so silly! Stoney, that is, not Nixon. Yep, that's my favorite one of his crazy dreams.
A few hours ago, when I got into bed, he was already asleep. He can go to sleep in just a couple of minutes. It amazes me! He'll be talking to me and pause for a second and then, SNNOOOOOUUUUUURRRRRRRCCCKKK, he's sound asleep and snoring. He says it's an old military trick. I don't know about that, but he can drop off to sleep long before I get nested in my bed!
So, anyway, I woke him up, kissed him goodnight and then as I was getting settled, I said, "I wish you didn't have to go to Guard tomorrow."
"Me too! But it'll be a short day."
"It will?!" My excitement buoyed sky-high. "How come?"
"I'll be leaving early. . . then I'll take a couple a days off to practice."
My excitement deflated. "You're dreaming again."
"Uh. Yeah. Why?"
I'm waiting on Stoney to get home. He just left--got paged into work because some drunk fool hit a light pole and caused some of the equipment to go down. I hate it when he has to go in half asleep. I worry about him.
Worst of it is, he has Guard tomorrow, I mean today. So, he'll get back home in time to put on his uniform and head down there. On a sleep deficit. And I'll worry about him all day, too.
Friday, July 11, 2003
Okay, I have my new web host in place and Stoney's supposed to install MT on it tomorrow and then. . . well. . . I'll try it again. I'm saving my next Historial Hottie for that momentuous occasion, cause I've got a LOT of good photos for him. . .
No, nobody died and made the official Decider of Women's Hair Fashions, but I still know what's nice and what's not. And big hair is TOTALLY out. Bleeeech! When I took the kids to McDonald's to play today, there was a lady in there that was obviously on the lam from the Fashion Sense Police. She had real short hair that she brushed straight up in the back and sprayed down with about a quart of hairspray. Then she teased the top so it stood straight out in all four directions, leaving a clean part in the middle. That may very well be the worst hair I've ever seen.
While I was dialing Fashion Sense 911, another lawbreaker walked in. Sorry, folks, but golfer plaids were NEVER meant to be worn as shorts. Never. Wasn't actually meant to be worn ever, but that's a whole 'nother story. Light weight shorts(almost like soft cotton boxers), done in tacky plaid would have been bad enough on it's own, but this miscreant added KNEE HIGH SOCKS to the ensemble.
Just when I got over that shock, in walks a man in a do-rag. Do-rags are really cute on girls, and I even like them on women. Matter of a fact, I had one but Stoney laughed it and as we had just started dating, I didn't wear it. (Now of course, I'd just say, yeah, whatever, and wear it, but then I didn't want to rock the boat.) But, a man in a do-rag is another thing. It just looks pretentious and silly and, well, ugly. By that time, I realized that Fashion Sense Police action wouldn't have done any good. I just tried not to look.
Don't get me wrong, now, it's not that I follow "Fashion" as seen in gilrly glamour mags. I just think that some things look AWFUL while other things look okay. These folks, today, looked awful to the nth degree. What were they thinking?
Q&A thingeeSaw this on Acidman's blog and as I needed something to be doing to convince the kids that I am busy and can't play with them right now, I figgered I'd do it too.
Update: Just found out via Joni that this orginally came from blogoSFERICS.
1. What time is it? It's HOWDY DOODY TIME! Ever mention that I met Buffalo Bob? He used to be a patient where I worked. Um, but the clock time is 11:13 a.m.
2. Name as it appears on birth certificate: You would never believe me if I told you.
3. Nickname(s): “Angel” “Medbie” (FYI--Medb is pronounced Mehv) “Red”, all from Stoney. “RoseBud” "Bud" "Gyp", all from my Dad.
4. Number of candles on your last birthday cake: Thirty. Well, not thirty candles, cause that would've set the building on fire, but, thirty years anyway. . . And we're just a couple of weeks away from another set of candles--if I get a cake. Personally, I like my birthday. It's the only holiday that is just mine. My day. Yippee. Got presents?
5. Time you get up: When I'm not working, I sleep til I wake up, which is generally 10am. Yes, I'm slothful, I know, whacha gonna do about it? I hate mornings. And anytime I'm forced to wake up and leave my little bed-nest is morning, be it 4 in the afternoon.
6. Pets: A parakeet, Captain Wentworth that I've had for the last six of his seven years. He's my love! And Stoney's cat, General Patton, is sorta my pet, too. And a stray cat that took up with us when she was just a kitten, Cleopatra, is mine too. I never cared much for cats, until I got to know General and Patra. Still prefer dogs, but these two cats are a hoot.
7. Hair color: Red-brown, and I accent the red from time to time, depending on my mood.
8. Piercing? Belly-button ring. It's my one rebellion.
9. Eyes: My best feature, according to my husband's constant praise, and they are hazel-green.
10. Job: Housewife, part-time Mom, part-time substitute teacher for special needs kids, aspiring writer and ex- Director of Medical Records for a large, prestigious Nursing Facility.
11. Hometown: cool, green Weaverville, NC, just north of Asheville.
12. Current residence: Knoxville, TN, in the country on the east side.
13. Favorite Food(s): Pizza with black and green olives, artichoke hearts, and sometime pepperoni. Stoney's homemade, burn your mouth to bits chili. My Mamma's homemade biscuits and gravy. Fried green tomatoes with cheese grits. Any fruity desert.
14. Been to Africa?: Nope, but ever since I was old enough to read about the Pyramids, I've wanted to visit Egypt. I also ingested A LOT of adventure-in-Africa books in my teens (H. Rider Haggard and the like) so I'd love to see the deep, dark parts of Africa.
15. Been toilet papering? If you mean papering someone's house, nope, I never wanted to.
16. Loved somebody so much it made you cry? Yup. Matter of a fact, just the other night, I was snuggled up to Stoney's back and teared up thinking how much I love him and how much I need him.
17. Been in a car accident? Yes, a few dint-and-dings, but nothing serious and nothing that was my fault.
18. Croutons or Bacon bits? Both, if the bacon is real bacon.
19. Favorite day of the week? Any day that Stoney and I have to ourselves.
20. Favorite Word or phrase: "Oh, I don't THINK so" and "mispoof"
21. Favorite Restaurant: The small locally owned Rio Burrito in downtown Asheville. Here in Knoxville it'd have to be Puelo's Grill, though Cracker Barrel is right up there, too.
22. Favorite Flower: Plain ol' daisies. I hate any other hot house flower. I really like pansies, Dutchman's britches and apple blossoms too.
23. Favorite Drink: Good old fashioned Southern sweetened iced tea, no lemon. Followed closely by water with crushed ice and some lemon.
24. Favorite sport to watch: Hockey and anything that the Butterfly is playing.
25. Favorite ice cream: Breyer's and Ben and Jerry's, but only the flavors that don't have stuff in them. I don't mind nuts in my ice cream, but I do NOT like to have candy and stuff like that in my ice cream.
26. Disney or Warner: I like the old Disney movies, like Robin Hood and Lady and the Tramp, but for short cartoons, I'd rather watch Looney Tunes and Cartoon Network.
27. Favorite Fast Food Restaurant: Arby's, I guess. They have good sweet tea.
28. What color is Your Bedroom Carpet? Hard wood floor.
29. How many times did you fail your drivers test: Do I have to answer???? *sigh* Well, I was young and scatterbrained, okay, and they wanted me to do a three point turn in a '68 Mustang that did NOT have power steering, so. . . twice. Then, I spent all Christmas day practicing three point turns in that same spot, until I finally got it. Went back the next day and guess what?? He asked me to back in and turn around. I said, EXCUSE me, but this is where we do the three point turn, to which he informed me that three point turns were only part of the test on a Tuesday or Thursday. This, not being a Tuesday or Thursday, I only needed to do a back in turn around. I then informed him that I had practiced the WHOLE day and I was GONNA DO A THREE POINT TURN. I did it. Executed it perfectly and got my license. Go me.
30. Before this one, whom did you get your last E-mail from? My Mamma.
31. Do you sing in the shower? Sometimes. Depends on whether Stoney's in the shower with me or not. Now he does sing in the shower--does a perfect Elvis impression!
32. Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card? Book store, of course. Amazon.com would be the best cause I could order books I can't normally get.
33 What do you do most when you are bored? I don't get bored much at all. If I were to get bored, I'd read or work on my photo scrapbook or take a nap or start a housekeeping project or surf the net or go to the zoo or. . . well, I've got way too much to do to ever be bored.
34. What's Question 34? Um. . . *shrugs* I dunno. I'd make it what book are you reading right now. Well, I'm reading Studies in Words by C. S. Lewis, Papers from Prison by Bonhoffer and just started Assignment in Brittany by Helen MacInness.
35. Bedtime: around 11 on week nights and just whenever I my eyes close on the weekends.
36. Who responds to your e-mails the quickest? My Momma. She's dependable.
37. Who is the least likely to respond to your e-mails? My husband. Yes, I know, we're at adjacent computers, but still. . .I'd like to have a response! *G*
38. Favorite TV Shows: Haven't watched T.V. in years. Favorite classic show is Mission: Impossible.
39. Last person you went out to dinner with? Stoney, on Thursday night. We went out for pizza at Mellow Mushroom and it was YUMMY!
40. Ford or Chevy? I was raised to believe only in Fords, but I married a Chevy drivnin' fella. I really have no preference, long as it runs.
41. Time you finished this: 11:45. Well, heck, I caved in and was playing with the kids in between.
Historical Hotties: Zebulon Vance
Zeb Vance, despite the fact that he was a politician from age 24 until death, was a huge proponent of smaller, more individualized government. That right there is enough to make him a Hottie for me.
But, it gets even better. . . He is known as the "War Governor of the South" for his excellent governance of North Carolina during the War of the States and for his enormous contribution to the war effort.
That being the fact that he was our (the South's) only Governor with the foresight to figger out that the South needed FACTORIES to produce necessities such as CLOTHES and SHOES. Not to mention the fact that he was the only Southern Governor to really uphold the writ of habeas corpus during the War.
Now, I'm extremely partial, that's true. A) I'm a North Carolinian and grew up about ten miles away from his Birthplace and B) he was the first "older man" I ever found attractive. An outspoken admission of his appeal made me the laughing stock of an entire eighth grade field trip!
So, here he is ladies and gentlemen. . . Today's Historical Hottie--Zebulon Baird Vance!
Update--Oh, and I had relatives (my maternal grandfather's grandfather's father and his father) that served under Zeb's big brother in the 29th Regiment. I'm a unregistered Daughter of the Confederacy. I need to remedy that unregistered part. . .
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Well, tonight it was a continuation of the History of Rome--the Butterfly and I have made it up to the Punic Wars. She learned about Carthage and Hannibal and how the Romans invented some sort of gangplank thingee to fight on ships against their opponents. That bit of naval warfare was new for me, too. By the time the summer's over, she'll be one of the best educated nine year olds to ever start fourth grade.
Now, if we could just get those multiplication tables downpat. Stoney and I, that is.
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
On Thor and Thunder
We're having a thunder storm here. I LOVE thunder and lightening and the sound of a hard rain! The wilder the better. As long as I'm home that is. Don't like to drive in such weather, but otherwise, I have a veritible passion for powerful storms.
I've always told Stoney that I'd have to leave him if Thor came thundering for me, wearing lightening and rain and flashing Mjollnir.
But, in the meantime, I think I'll just go cuddle up with him and listen to the storm. I'd really rather be with him, anyway. . .
(If you're interested, go here for the Thor myths.)
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn
I finished this book Sunday afternoon. It was written as a series of letters and notes and therefore was a quick, easy read--only took me a day and a half. I highly recommend it to fellow logophiles, as it had interesting, witty and subtly humorous word usuage.
It's about a small nation that (for reasons better explained by the book) loses the use of certain letters of the alphabet, one at a time. As the letters become unavailable in the story, they disappear in the writing as well. It did get a little tough to read for the last few pages, when the letters were very scarce and the words spelled phoentically, but it was well worth finishing.
Historical Hotties: The Real Red Baron
Okay, check him out! Today's Historical Hottie is the German World War I Flying Ace, Baron Manfred von Richtofen. This bachelor shot down 80 enemy planes (double the Allied record) before his death at age 25. He started off in the cavalry, becoming a pilot during the War (and crashing his first flight). Not only was he The Red Baron, but he was cute too!
Historical Hotties: Robert E. Lee
what a TERRIBLE title!
Stoney's "Not Dead" installments (#1, #2 and #3) sparked my own idea for regular installments. . . Historical Hotties.
Yes, it IS a terrible title, but Stoney says he's not offended, cause it's not like I'm lustfully looking at cheesecake photos. I'm admiring Powerful Men Who Made A Difference In The World, for good or bad, and looks aren't the only qualifications. And, of course, my idea of male beauty is, um, probably a little bit out of the norm, anyway. . .
Of course, if anyone can come up with a less repulsive title, I'd be grateful. But, until then, Historical Hotties it is.
See, my passion, and my under-utilized B.A., is history. Specifically British history, but Stoney's turned me on to Civil War history, too. I was always the laughing stock of my middle and high school history classes for exclaiming that some dead guy was good-looking. I just kept my mouth shut in college.
So, I've got a collection of Dead Guys that I find particularly attractive, for whatever reason. Hence, the first installment of Historical Hotties.
Today's Historical Hottie needs no introduction (and if he does, you're a Yankee and I don't want any discussion with ya anyway, go ahead and jump!)
Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present Robert E. Lee, young and old. *wild round of applause*
He's an Historal Hottie for his bravery, dedication, and personal uprightness. What a great man!
Monday, July 07, 2003
More Scrabble Action
Stoney and I like to play any board game, chess, Trivial Pursuit, Star Wars: Epic Duels, even Monooply. But we especially like Scrabble as we're pretty evenly matched and we're both gaga over words.
We played a set of three games last night, with me taking the last two and thereby becoming the Ultmiate Champion of the Known Universe. Ah. It's a good feeling.
I continued my winning streak this afternoon, beating him by nearly 150 points, using such good words as "buxom", "zoned" and "dirks". Man, I love words!
Update--we just finished another game and I barely beat him--by four points--but I've still got that winning streak going!
My favorite part of The Meaning of Life.
Even real tigers prefer it to meat!
Thanks to the Cheap Webhosting USA snafu, I'm posting back over here for a while. This is a reprint, by the way, from the one I posted Saturday night. I'm just trying to keep some sort of continuity here so I can keep blogging.
Stoney and I went over the mountain to visit my parents yesterday afternoon (after The Prince of Darkness let him come home a few hours early. . .)
Mama Ree had fixed him Texas ribs, pot roast and grilled shrimp for supper--with salad, pot roast veggies, rolls, tea, coffee, and coconut cake for dessert. She really digs Stoney. Used to, when I'd come home for a meal, she'd fix something special for me, biscuits and gravy, maybe, or some sort of pasta. . . *sigh* It's hard giving up only child status after nearly 29 years of enjoying it.
He and I walked down to the Main Street festivities (the good part of small town living), had some bright blue cotton candy and bought the Butterfly a cool tye-dye t-shirt.
We were able to just walk across the street from my parents house to watch the fireworks (more good small town living) and they put on a good show. I love fireworks!
This morning we had a joint yard sale with them (my parents, not the fireworks). Yes, we toted our junk two hours from TN to NC. I half figgered we'd get arrested at the NC state line for bringing TN junk over the border. But, we didn't. Like Stoney said, we infused some new blood into the yard sales--especially given all the Tennessee orange stuff we took with us.
Speaking of going to NC, it's a funny thing about the time it takes to get there. We go "the back way", avoiding the interstate for all but the first 30 minutes, going through small towns to avoid all the tourist traffic. When I drive, even for only part of the way, it takes about 1 hour 40 minutes. That's with one stop.
When Stoney drives the whole way, it takes two hours--almost to the minute, if not a little bit more. How odd is that? I mean, it's the same road, same amount of miles and all that.
It's just that he's so bloomin' slow you'd think he'd never driven up a mountain before.
Heck, I was drivin' like the Dukes of Hazard, straightenin' the curves and flattenin' the hills, from the get go. He still hasn't learned that talent. His side of it? He thinks the Western NC roads are too steep and curvy. Pffft. I think the East TN roads are too straight and boring.
Most trips over, I let him drive about the first 45 minutes, til we start going up hill. Then I say something like, "Okay, you're going get us run over and killed driving so darn slow. Pull over, it's my turn." He does, and then spends the rest of the trip all histrionic, hanging on like I'm about to turn the car over.
Best part of it all--we laugh the whole way. Regardless of which driver, the trip's an easy one, with great scenery, and only a few locals on the roads and plenty of time/opportunity to crack each other up. He's the only person I know who can cause me to snort with laughter just by rolling down his window.
Captain usually goes over with us, if we're going to stay the night. He likes to ride in the car, he's always been a good traveler. Of course, he thinks Stoney drives too slow and gets all chirp-y when I take the wheel.
Stoney says, that Captain gets chirp-y cause he's telling me to slow down, but I think I know my bird and what's he's saying. Captain prefers my driving, that's obvious.
Here he is, in the back seat stuck between all the yard sale stuff.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
So Much for That
Cheap Webhosting USA has shut down my MT blog. Said it was "was using a lot of server resources and causing the server to crash", so I'm looking for a new web host.
There wasn't a word of explanation, til I emailed about arachibutyrophobia.com not working. Then I got that response and nothing further, eventhough I asked why he couldn't support MT. Ah well, at least the site's back up and Stoney's looking for a new web host that will definatley allow MT.
Anybody got one to recommend? You can email me at queenmedb@ comcast.net if you do.
Also, you might warn other bloggers against Cheap Webhosting USA--I'd hate for it to happen to anyone else!