Not safe for climbing

Nowadays it seems like every time I go to a conference I get one of those faux mountain climbing clips with an endorsement/company name on it. I had three hanging down in the hallway for at least a year. I took them to work today, careful to remind the person I gave them to that they aren't for climbing.
I remember when people gave sticky notes and awesome pens out at conferences. I miss those days. You can't ever go wrong with sticky notes and pens and you can never have too many. One you have more than one climbing clip - as I use one for my keys - you're pretty much set.

Via Con Dios, Hal

It can't be - I didn't post yesterday? Where does the time go? When you're editing a manuscript time gets away from you - sorry!
Today's eighty-six is sentimental for me. It's a book titled Bettas: A Complete Introduction. I guess it's hard for me because it's a book - and if you knew me you'd know I never get rid of books - and the other reason is Hal. He was our first pet. He was a beautiful blue and red Betta. He was such a good pet. I discovered for a Betta he lived a long time, like two years. We were glad to have him while he was here. I've been holding on to this book because of my feelings for Hal. and that's just silly. But, to add some humor to this, no one needs a book on bettas. You simply get one, put it in some water, feed it fishy food, and it lives! It's the easiest and most fun pet yet (as they are aggressive and assert behaviors that are fun to watch).
Maybe some day, when I feel like talking about it, I'll share Hal's demise on this blog. Not tonight.

Wiped out

I discovered it behind the dryer. It was abused, abandoned, and no longer viable for its original purpose. You see, we keep the toilet paper in a storage area over the washer and dryer. Apparently, a roll fell behind the dryer. I found it when I flung a sock back there and had to retrieve it. The roll had obviously been back there for some time. I really wish I would have got a photo of it before I threw it away - so you could admire the lint that had accumulated on its plush surface - but I didn't! Ugh! The sad thing is that I contemplated if it could still be used. I came to the conclusion that there are enough germs in this world that I can't protect myself from, but when it's obvious that I can, then I should.

Washed Away

Today, after removing some clothes from the dryer and thinking if I ever have a lot of money I would never do my laundry ever again, I found a washcloth that baffled me. It was all torn up and ratty and had paint stains on it. It was like I had never seen it before; Mark was equally troubled by this curious washcloth. The only thing I can think of is that I used it when I painted our bedroom last summer and it got buried in the hamper until today. The other possible theory is that it's like the lost sock you find months later and have no idea where it's been (you know, the dryer ate it but finally gave it back). But, it seems odd to me as it was a fairly decent washcloth so I'm not sure why I would use it to clean up paint.
Anyway, I find it nasty and it's outta here!

Brush away

We used to have a friend that stayed over a lot. We live within walking distance to some bars and he would overindulge and then not want to drink and drive. As a big supporter of this, he would sleep on our couch. He even stayed here during a dark period when a girl he dated broke up with him and he was devastated. Thus, our downstairs bathroom housed the toothbrush that we designated for him. Well, he hasn't stayed here in some time, actually, a long time. Thus, his toothbrush seems like prime eighty-sixing material. We do wonder what happened to him as he's fallen out of communication...every now and then we hear bits and pieces, but nothing substantial. I hope he has kept up with his dental hygiene.

No soap for you!

In the laundry room - way up high hidden from eyesight - I found a soap holder that was once in our shower. The thing about this soap holder is that it's broken. It used to hang on little suction cups on the tile wall, and somehow it was completely ripped off or something. It's beyond repair. It's been so long I don't remember what happened; nonetheless, it's completely useless and I've already thrown it in the trash.
I would take a photo of it but my issues are still not resolved in that arena.

Erin Go Bragh!

Ah yes, St. Patrick's Day. The day that even the palest of pale can wear the brightest of green. The day when the teatotalers forget that they teatotal. The day that everyone is handing out tons of kitsch and you are expected to accept it without thought or criticism. Tonight, at a St. Patty's tent part we went to, a girl name Casey briefly befriended me and adorned me with much kitsch: a St. Patty's Day Tiara, two glow-in-the dark bracelets in blue and yellow (as that makes green in case you failed the color wheel in kindergarten), and a pair of cardboard shamrock shaped glasses. As I don't need too much junk accumulating, I'm getting rid of the glasses tonight.I have a photo but my email is slow for some reason so I will put it up tomorrow.
Hope you had some green beer and enjoyed your St. Patrick's Day (even if you aren't Irish)!

Photo finally added March 19th!