J's flyer for Boumer

J made this at school today. It is charming.



Imagine our delight when ex called about 15 minutes ago (yes, delight when ex called) to say that someone saw a sign I did for Boomer, my way of spelling it, or Boumer, J's way he refers to his dog in stories at school.

The man who found him lives one street over, but it's a very long block to get there. He was driving along, almost hit Boumer, then got out to talk to him and Boumer hopped right in his truck. Ironically, the guy does Sheltie rescue and was responsible for the other lost Sheltie sign we'd seen in the grocery store.

Boumer is coming home!

J will never want to fly away again... Have you seen Boom Boom?

Lost Dog
6/18 from Apple St

Boomer
2 year old male Sheltie with microchip
555 555 5555
Reward


ETA: Thanks so much for everybody's concern.

We put out 25 color flyers this afternoon. We went to 4 vets' offices nearby, including his own. We posted a couple in the nearest pet stores. We put some in shopping center. A lot went out on the road their street comes off of, then some went in the neighborhood near their house.

Ex is very grateful for me doing this. Boomer's special to me, too, so it's the least I can do.

Funny, as we were out, J commented that he's glad I'm doing this, because he knows his dad would never do it. I guess I've earned me some much needed brownie points. When I told ex J's opinion, he said J's earned himself a future konk on the head. (But J's right!)

More letters

Dear NetFlix,

I have little life right now, but I'm trying hard to carve myself a place. I conscientiously plan for Wednesday night visitations like tonight and the bi-monthly/upcoming long, lonely weekend. Occupying myself at a price I can tolerate involves your service. I truly depend on you to help me make my life better. And to deliver a sweet slice of Jason Lee for my personal enjoyment and viewing pleasure in the privacy of my own home. Please devise a better way for Jason to arrive, not all cracked and shattered. He wasn't happy about it and it was traumatic for me to see him that way.

 

I look forward to receiving Mumford at your earliest convenience. And that better be pretty fucking soon.

 

Most sincerely,

Cricket Cricketson

 

PS - USPS received a similar letter, as I realize you are co-conspirators in the blemishing of the perfect Jason.

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Another Thursday, Another Thirteen

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Round 2: Bear with me as I try to integrate things around here. Thirteen Useless Things about why I hate Yahoo's new tool bar 1. I did not want it. It somehow magically downloaded itself. 2. It takes up room on the screen. 3. It has a bunch of useless crap on it. 4. It has a Yahoo seach. Who the fuck actually uses Yahoo to search? 5. The only thing potentially useful on the whole thing is the mail notification. 6. The mail notification comes up with a number when friggin junk mail goes into bulk. 7. The mail notification is wholly inaccurate. 8. The mail notification will indicate over and over the last three emails I already read, but I'm on to that now. 9. The mail notification will indicate over and over the last one email I already read, but it gets me every time because I think that one is new. 10. Because I always have multiple windows open going to different regular places, the mail notification on all the other windows is always wrong and misleading, too. 11. Because I can forget which open window I used to check the mail, I never know which mail notification icon is right. 12. So I go check Yahoo mail again; the tool bar costs me more time and energy than if I just periodically went to Yahoo to check my mail in the dated, old, traditional way. 13. And the main reason I hate Yahoo's fucking new tool bar: I am just pretty fucking cranky these days. Please work Mister Linky! Links to other Thursday Thirteens:

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please

I thank you so much for visiting and commenting, but I must ask something for the first time in almost two years of blogging. I've seen others make similar requests on their blogs concerning the nature of comments, but I never expected to feel so strongly so as to do the same here with readers I sincerely care about.

For perspective, please consider this happening with P as being akin to a miscarriage. Perhaps I knew there were congenital defects, perhaps things weren't perfect or going as planned, perhaps I suspected it was ending, or perhaps I even chose to end it, but it still hurts and I must mourn, question, rage, bargain, cry. I am not happy it's over even if there is heard a collective sigh of relief. It does not feel like the loss was for the best. Rest assured, I am not relaxing either.

Further, I do not wish for another baby. I do not even wish to be pregnant again. I wanted this one to be perfect, to be the right one. I am not ready to even consider a next. There is no next. There is no readiness. I don't want to move on.

I need to examine and maybe validate two and a half years of my life and waning fertility. I should not default that it was all for naught, that it was all troubled. It wasn't. I was quite flip and angry here when referencing him sometimes. I needed the outlet so it didn't spill over to him. Obviously I successfully contained that around him in trying to make things work, because I truly cared for him, loved him, and even felt the desire to nurture him to the point that I thought it would be best psychologically for him if he broke up with me. That takes a lot of heart, but my heart is wounded and bleeding, in need of care. There were many good things about him that I don't think I'd be able to find again. I had never felt such acceptance in all my life.

I thought my grief was more clear in my last post. I said repeatedly that I am floundering and I have been for months, drastically so. I need to go through all the stages of grief and not worry about comments concerning redirection or finding another. I don't want judgments any worse than I can already pin on things myself in my veil of tears.

Please respect that even if you don't understand it, dear readers.

Further evidence is brought to light

[ETA Note: the videos don't come up on Bloglines. Visit Churp, Churp. It's worth it.]

In my continuing multi-media quest, I introduce additional Jason Lee sitings. He dropped out of HS to become a professional skateboarder, which he did for seven years, finally giving it up for the acting gig.

Jason Lee, blond, in Spike Jonze's Video Days (1991)

Incredible lamb chop side burns when he eeks out a tune at the end

Jason Lee, street skateboarder, in Visual Sound

Incredible jazz music he's set to

A Mallrats tribute set to John Williams

Contains humorous nudity and stuff

Jason Lee as Earl

Now I've seen it. He makes me laugh.

Here are more video links.
Fear of birds - see it for Ethan Suplee, too
Stolen Car and One Legged Girl
A Couple at TV Guide: a summary that is good and clarified stuff for me, a Golden Globes interview with Melissa Rivers where she actually shakes his hand (Yikes!), and Jaime Pressley getting the same treatment.

And a Mad TV take of with Jaime Pressley: My Name is Dubya


I feel relatively caught up for now. I am satisfied.

Your name is what?

I have developed a sideline hobby of late. NetFlix is to blame.

I already loved Almost Famous

and, really, who could see beyond the beeeauuuutiful Billy Crud-Who-Leaves-His-Pregnant-Girlfriend, but I am getting a bit anachronistic on that judgment.

And this beaut, well, he was overshadowed, in part because of his crazed character:

and I was Cruddy blind.

(However, be still my heart with these two together!)

With NetFlix as my vehicle, I decided to re/visit some Kevin Smith classics. I had not seen Clerks, but I had seen Dogma in the theater. Now I have seen Clerks (even before Clerks II comes out!) and the other over-the-top edited out final scene where he gets shot, sorry, but I liked the irony. Didn't lend itself for a 2, though.

Then I got Chasing Amy.


If anything, it reinforced that I am not a Joey Lauren Adams fan. I don't like the way her voice hovers around a screech or the way her face purses up or any of the rest of her body language. Yuck. There was one very good thing that caught my eye in that movie, tho:


And it reminded me that I witnessed his explosiveness in Almost Famous.

So I got Mallrats. I agree it is a classic. I love the variable clean-ish-shaven Banky:




I am now a Jason Lee fan.

Enough for me to actually want to see a Tom Cruise movie in order to see him again:


So, what's up with this guy?


I am guessing this is Earl. I don't watch TV, except at P's and I haven't been there since before, um, Xmas. I remember seeing previews, not the show. It got nominated for both Golden Globe and SAG awards this year.

Is the show good? Have you seen it? Does it make Jason Lee, in some existential ethereal way, look good?


He looks way too good to not look good. He has an incredible smile.

Here he is as a throw back to his skateboarding days in which he opts not to flash his incredible smile:


I wish he'd shave. Now I sound like his mother.








As for our future together,

Jason Lee will voice Underdog in Disney's upcoming live-action adaptation of the classic 1960s cartoon.

His previous voice credits include the character "Syndrome" from The Incredibles. He'll appear in this summer's Monster House and has a cameo in Kevin Smith's Clerks 2. He's also set to direct a short film that he wrote which will star Giovanni Ribisi and Beth Riesgraf. [his fiancee]

Which brings us to another reason he's known these days:

Son, Pilot Inspektor Riesgraf-Lee, born to Jason and fiancee Beth Riesgraf. [2003]

Confusion

Shiloh brings to mind a very popular children's book series by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor. Shiloh is a hunting beagle mistreated by his owner and rescued by a boy named Marty.

 

Shiloh is also a Civil War battlefield from 1862 in which 24,000 were killed, wounded, or gone missing.

 

Now Shiloh is a little girl born into pseudo-humble privilege in Africa.

 

I can only hope that these sequel titles won't ring true for her: Saving Shiloh and Shiloh Season.

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If it works for twins...

I can't help but to wonder if it helps for singletons, too, and the researchers weren't looking in their data for the recovering, lucky Infertile.

Diet Linked to Twin Births

After ruling out the tripled occurance of twin births in the last 30 years as not being due of late to ART because of decreased numbers of embryos transferred, scientists now say that the presence of bovine growth hormone in our food supply may be the cause of increasing fraternal twinning.

In a recent study, it was "found that the omnivores and vegetarians were five times more likely to have fraternal twins than the vegans."

To wit, an

insulin-like growth factor, a protein released by the liver in response to growth hormone, may be the reason. Studies have shown that the protein increases ovulation and that it persists in the body after entering via digested food, particularly milk. Drinking a glass of milk a day over a 12-week period raised levels of the protein in the body by 10 percent. Vegan women, it turns out, have 13 percent lower concentrations of it in their blood.

Further,

Steinman observed in the May 6 issue of The Lancet that although the twinning rate in the U.K.--where bovine growth hormone is banned--rose by 16 percent between 1992 and 2001, it increased by 32 percent in the U.S., where the substance is not banned. Of the new work he says: "This study shows for the first time that the chance of having twins is affected both by heredity and environment or, in other words, by both nature and nurture."

So I must surmise, if some greedy bitches are getting double the kids from a daily glass of milk, why can't we Infertiles shoot for just one?

Got milk?

Get some then.

Damn the lactose intolerence, too.

Root around like an eagle

Have you been watching the Maine eagle cam with the two little eaglets? They are hilarious to see, all fumbly and fuzzy. And the scenery is beautiful, too. I've watched a number of times at different hours of the day, but never seen a parent.

Here's a different link that goes straight to the live feed.

It gets no better

Between innovative fighting vehicles, explosions, flack, a cactus, and, of course, moths, my day was complete.

I'm with Julia

Julia of Uncommon Misconception and I have something in common. She writes, "Did you know that in my entire, illustrious career as a blogger I've never been "tagged" for a meme?"

 

Then she got creative, where I just got whiney. She created her own meme: write some stand up and post yours there.

 

Do us both a humorous favor. Post her some stand up and post a link here, too.

 

 

 

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Baby, baby

Does there have to be this much irony in the world?

How on earth could Katie Holmes, SO of apeshit, furniture-jumping, anti-anti-depressant freak Tom Cruise, birth her baby the same exact day as PPD-the-last-go-around Brooke Shields?

Life isn't fair. Maybe it'd be a bit more fair if Katie got her share of PPD, not that I'd wish that on anyone.

On second thought, I'm sure Brooke is a lot more floored today by her luck-of-the-draw baby, not thinking too hard about Alien Cruise or Xenu.

Kite

We're playing tourist for Spring Break; we're stopping to smell the roses and feel the breezes, too. I have always been fascinated with kites and my son has picked that up. For after our tour yesterday, I'd brought my pastels to paint outdoors and I packed things like a ball, frisbee, and kite for J to play. However, I never pulled out my art supplies, content to sense and capture the environs the traditional ways instead of through painting.

I do continue to eye that beautiful tree, though....