‘She wasn’t kidding either, because just then in came in the biggest, meanest haddock I ever seen come down the pike….
I’m tired of waking up with fish. With a haddock. No, with a headache. For the past week, I’ve had a border-line migraine all damn day. Usually a night of sleep will fix it, but not this week. Grrr. I know migraine predisposition is genetic, but I get a fun double dose because of my epilepsy. Wheee, seizures and head-pain! Fun times. Always on the right front side of my head too! Anyway, I’ve been popping Aleve and Excedrin for breakfast all week. I think it may have something to do with the storms/high pressure and my period. Either that or I’m developing a brain tumor. 
I mentioned the brain-tumor joke to John today while we were at Burger King. I even pantomimed the brain pressure building up and boring a hole through my skull, finally shooting all my grey matter out of it at high velocity. He didn’t think it was so funny. ::sigh::
I woke up early today, hoping to whatever hummingbird god exists that the little girl hummingbird that I had seen yesterday would come back. She did!! Not only do I have one returning, but two! I sat outside on the back porch and ate breakfast about 4 feet from the feeder. I even set up the tripod (thanks to Blixem or letting me borrow it for 1/2 a year) a foot away from it. Nothing bothered her! She came right down and checked out the camera, the tripod, and my waffles. The she settled down at the feeder and I shot some small movies of her in good light (here and here. As one of them was feeding this afternoon, the second female came down to chase her off. Surprised the hell out of me, as I was standing outside at the time. I heard this very loud buzz behind me, then saw the two of them rocket out towards the trees. Whew! For a second there, I was scared I was being attacked by scary wasps! I suspected that I was seeing two last night, because they were coming every 3 minutes. Since hummingbirds feed only every 10 minutes, I thought I might have two around. I may even have more than that, actually. These two are at the feeder in the back, and I’ve been seeing one (or more) at the feeder in the front. Now, it may be that one of the two in back is going around front to get away from the second one, but it’s unlikely. They usually have favorite feeders and flowers they use. So, I may have more than two little girls! Wheee!! You can see more pictures in the brand new Hummingbirds Album!
Finally!! I was chatting with John this afternoon. He was standing by my chair, and I was looking at him. He happened to glace out the window at the right moment, and interrupts me with “Hummingbird.”. Sure enough, it’s a little female Ruby Throat hummingbird, hovering over the feeder. I quickly boiled up a new batch of sugar water and changed out the feeders, hoping she’d come back instead of disappearing like the other two I saw earlier. She did! I stalked her all day except for a quick trip down to the wild bird store to pick up my mom’s Mother’s Day present (a pair of hummingbird feeders). I got a lot of blurry photos of her until I broke down and used the tripod. I laid in wait and finally got a few good shots of her with a flash nearing sunset. I even shot a 26 second (2MB) movie of her. She doesn’t chat much while feeding like other Ruby Throats, so the movie is almost silent. Too far away from her to get the hum of her wings. Here’s hoping she comes back tomorrow!
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Your Life Path Number Is 9 |
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9
You are very trustworthy, honorable, and unlikely to harbor any sort of prejudice. Obviously, this is a rather tall order, but you are, in fact, a person that feels very deeply for individuals less fortunate than yourself. If you are in a position to help, you certainly will. You tend to be quite sensitive, as you see the world with much feeling and compassion. The 9, being the highest of the single digit numbers, holds an elevated position and poses certain responsibilities. Your purpose of life is of a philosophical nature. Judges, spiritual leaders, healers and educators frequently have much 9 energy. Material gains are not overly important to you. You have a very selfless attitude and will give up of material possessions for the common good. he desire to help others, especially the troubled or underprivileged, is strong. You are apt to frequently find yourself being used and let down by others, as your generosity is misused and abused. Your very deep understanding of life is sometimes manifested in the artistic and literary fields. Here you may be able to express your deep emotional feelings through painting, writing, music, or other art forms. Often, however, there if a great deal of difficulty finding a suitable outlet for the your Life Path. You are usually well suited to the helping and healing professions… but less inclined to the competitive business environment. You have the ability to make friends very easily, as people are attracted to your magnetic, open personality. You have a special gift of understanding people, which if used correctly can be of great benefit to others. Your interest in people tends to make you quite social. People just naturally like you because you are so sympathetic, tolerant and broad-minded. In many ways, you are a romantic that can get lost in your loves and passions. Relationships can be difficult for you, however, because it is hard to strike a balance that will work effectively. If your partner is one sharing your giving attitudes, the relationship will be happy and lasting. On the other hand, if you choose a partner whose focus is on material issues, problems will arise quickly. As do all the life path numbers, the 9 has its negative side, and because of the demanding nature of the truly positive 9, many tend to fail in this category. It is not uncommon for persons with the 9 life path to fight the realities and challenges of purpose imposed… because selflessness is not an easy trait. You may have difficulty believing that giving and a lack of personal ambition can be satisfying. You must accept that little long-term satisfaction and happiness is to be gained by rejecting the natural humanitarian inclinations of your path. |
I normally don’t have bad dreams, but I had a whopper last night. I dreamed that I was at home, and a bunch of big black guys in black shirts came to get me. Not rape me or anything, just collect me and everyone else around. They were herding all of us into bars and nightclubs and large areas, because there was something coming. Well, it turns out that instead of herding us out of danger, they were purposefully herding us into it, into the places that would be hit first. I was watching out the window, looking to the sky, when I saw the first rockets. They were shuttle-type crafts, thousands of them. I knew they had people on them, people that were going to be safe, but the rockets started dropping bombs on everyone else. Bombs everywhere, people running all over the place. I ran right into Larken, Blixem, Munchie and Benji. She yelled “We have to make it to the train station! It’s our last chance south before nuclear winter!” I couldn’t find John and I was torn, but I told her I’d go with them to the train station in case he was there. The bad guys were waiting on us, so we got together with a lot of people and rushed the train station. It was a pretty train station, lots of people behind the counters, lots of maps and pretty things to look at. Just as we were getting there, it got very hot. I put my hand out to the door, and felt it rumble, but I was so scared of what had happened that I went in anyway, no matter what. As soon as the doors opened, I saw this haze of dust and people. Lots of dead people, no train station anymore. I looked around for John, but all I saw was a little girl in a green jumper dress holding a dead man’s hand. She was screaming “Daddy! NO!
This is the point that I wake up. I’ve had the dream once before but didn’t remember. I’ve seen that screaming child and her blown up daddy before, and this time I couldn’t forget it and go back to sleep. It wasn’t so bad when I was IN the dream, but now that I was awake enough to think about what I would do if any of that really happened, it was awful. The way I saw it, I had four choices. I could either wait for John and leave with him when he came back, I could wait for John and die here because he was already dead, I could go with Larken and find John there, or I could go with Larken and live the rest of my life knowing John was dead and I left him. I started trying to figure out what I would do, where I would go to look for him, what I would pack if I needed to leave alone.. etc. I’m not sure I could leave here without him. I might stay and hope for his return, but if he didn’t come, would I have the guts to leave alone and survive? Or would I chicken out and stay in my comfy home as long as possible until the power went out and I froze or starved?
I wandered into the kitchen and cried all over poor John for a while. I described the dream and how I felt, and my four choices. I think I made him cry a bit too, but I’m not sure of the reason. I also just couldn’t help looking outside to see if there were any bad men or rockets with bombs.
While over at Mrs. Dean’s place on Monday, I was told about a bird who was building a nest in the garage. It seems that a little wren has decided to build a nest and lay her eggs in a bundle of pine straw, plastic and barbie hair on a shelf. Naturally, I grabbed my camera and ran out to snap a picture. There are 4 little eggs in the nest. I said “Perhaps I will get to take some photos of the baby birdies when I come over next time!” Little did I know that the same thing would happen to me! It seems that a little wren has chosen my now nicely blooming fuchsia as her nest site. She was digging a little depression in it earlier today, and filling it with bits of moss. Interesting! I’ll have to remember not to water it like I normally do (throw a glassful of water everywhere). Right now it’s just a bit of moss on some dirt, so once the rest of the nest is built, I’ll take some pics for everyone! Hopefully some baby birdie pictures to follow!
While I was out at Target getting Larken’s baby shower gift on Monday, I ran though the cheap tee’s section. I always scrounge for new shirts, because I’m the type of girl that gets bored with her clothes fast. I buy cheap shirts because by the time they wear out, I’m bored with them. Same thing I do with my underwear too. Anyway, I was running though Target’s $10 shirts and in the back, they had a Where The Wild Things Are tee shirt! I had to buy it. Like every child of my generation, it was read to me in bed. Filled with nostalgia, I was forced to purchase it. I LOVE it. Make mischief! I just had to share with everyone. There’s one more shot of it in the Me album. Before anyone asks: Yes, my hair is really long, yes, I think I’ve gained weight. Yay for me! I stepped on the scale this morning as was shocked to see 145! I’ve been sitting at 135 since I was 15! My hair is now getting long enough for me to chop it all off at the collarbone and send it to Locks of Love. I’ve been growing it out for the past year so I can send it to them and help make a sick kid happier. What’s funny is that I went to go visit Hannah and Mrs. Dean on Monday afternoon, and Hannah had just chopped off her hair to send it to them! Most people have never heard of it. Whee for a summer haircut!
Note to self: BUY GARDENING GLOVES! After bragging to John that I never get blisters, I now have blisters. They HURT like hell. I planted all the rest of my stuff today. My two Climbing Shell Plants finally came in, along with my four o clock seeds (to replace the poor dead ones). I also finally got the two hydrangeas in as well. So after two hours of digging in the ground on my knees, I have blisters. They suck. I will no longer brag that I cannot get blisters, and I will never laugh at John again when he says they hurt like hell.
As far as I can tell, the hummingbirds never came back either. I’ve been keeping an eye out, but have seen nothing. I keep my hopes up, because it looks like the sugar water levels in the feeders are slowly falling, but I can’t be sure if I’m not just imagining it. If I didn’t have about 15 blurry photos of a hummingbird, I would think I just imagined their visits too! Grrr.
!!! As I’m sure you’re all aware by my constant complaining, I haven’t seen ANY before today. Out of nowhere today a male and a female showed up! I have two feeders, one SE (post mounted) and the other NW (window hung). I saw the female buzz up to the NW one right at about 6:30pm. I freaked, but didn’t move so she wouldn’t be scared away. When she flew off, I grabbed my camera. She came back and I was still setting up, so she flew off, scared. I was in place the next time she came back, but the damn camera was out of focus. 
She didn’t come back in 45 minutes of me waiting with the camera poised, so I turned it off and went to make dinner. This puts me in view of the SE feeder, on which a male was perched, calm as could be! I ran back to grab the camera, but by the time I got to a decent light point, he was gone. I waited around a bit, but he didn’t come back before dark. Figures. They show up too late in the day for me to get a decent shot. Grrrr. Hopefully I’ll get some decent photos tomorrow.
For those of you who haven’t seen the best flash animation EVAR, go see Everybody else has had more sex than me. Be sure to turn up your speakers. Mr. S sent this to me via AIM yesterday, and I promptly fell out of my chair. It’s SO cute, and very well done, even for an animation geek such as myself. S was also nice enough to find me the lyrics, which you should go read here. There’s just something about dancing bunnies singing about sex… Mr. S sent me the link to the bunnies while we were talking about HTML. He was wanting to know how to get a link on his page, but damn AIM kept eating the tags. Finally was able to get the correct crap accross to him. He then wanted to know how to do pictures, which was much easier since he knew what the format was already. He then figured out all on his own how to make a picture into a link. Go check out his page and congratulate him on all his hard work.
My backyard is beginning to look quite nice. The hanging fuchsia makes a nice addition to the hummingbird feeders and wasp trap. It even bloomed a few days ago. Still no hummingbirds here, but Trinny is still reporting many over at her place. I even had a dream last night that I saw one. I was so excited that I almost woke up John before I figured out that it was only a dream. I planted some fun red petunias under the front window hummingbird feeder. They’re the spreading kind, so they should take over the front flowerbed and become a swath of red out there. Very pretty. The freak hailstorm we had yesterday beat the hell out of them, but they’ll live. The hail was only pea-sized anyway.
Joshua came to visit on Tuesday. We went to Maggie Moo’s (the best ice cream EVAR), then puttered around in the thrift store. We were almost done when I spotted something in one of the back corners. I wandered over to check it out and much to my delight, it was what I suspected: Roller Skates!! I’ve been looking for years to find a pair that fits me. I got so excited that I took off my shoes and tried them on right then. I even skated a lap around the thrift store to test them out. They’re a bit tight, but for $8, they can’t be beat!
