Friday, May 29, 2009
This is going to be my kitchen. I painted it brown once upon a time but I think something new is in order. We're considering a buttery yellow where it's currently brown and a green for the areas that are white (both in the kitchen and into the family room behind). It would be something like the last image below (courtesy of the Sherwin Williams visualizer) What'dya think? Any suggestions?
This is the family room that would be green:
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
I love that she looks like she's flying!
I have a ton of work to get done, both in my personal and professional lives, in the next couple of weeks. So, I'm channeling superhero now as I seem to get the most done that way. An old boss once said I must have an "S" on my chest and I wonder if I can get that "get it done" attitude going now. I'm thinking "DIY Girl" or "Get 'er Done Diva".
What would be your superhero name?
Monday, May 25, 2009
We spent yesterday out at Crystal Peak. It used to be a quartz crystal mine for the US military (quartz crystal vibrates at a good frequency for radio communication) beginning in 1940 and mined off and on until the early 70s but the area is now maintained by the Forest Service as a recreational site. It's a fun place to go crystal hunting and I found 3 or 4 pinky sized crystals yesterday in addition to all of the lovely crystals and other rocks pictured above (I LOVE the heart shaped quartz!). There are also beautiful views in every direction which makes it a lovely place to sit and read.
In high school I worked with a man from Peru. Jerry waited tables in the restaraunt where I was a busser. As a very headstrong female I often butted heads with Jerry (who felt it was my place to be docile and quiet) but despite this we still worked together very well. He called me Sarita (little Sara, he said). Because I did mostly like him I shall not repeat the things, other than Jerry, that I called him.
Sometime during the year and a half that we worked together he gave me this necklace. He said that he had made it and that the beads it was made with and it's design were supposed to ward off bad dreams. I'm not sure that any of it was true but I always loved the idea and it has hung from my headboards and the lamps on my nightstands ever since. And, mostly, I don't have bad dreams.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
After hiking around in Galena we drove up to Lake Tahoe and wandered around there for a while (and got coffee!). I can't believe there's still a little snow up there. I would have thought it would have melted by now. Anyway, all of the pictures below are from Galena expect the lake (of course).
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I'm thrilled every time I see a new follower. I get a little feeling like a "gee, someone actually likes my blog?" feeling which I think is pretty cool. So for those of you who have shared that thrill with me, Thank you! You made my day.
I've heard a couple people say they were a little sad when someone stopped following their blog. I think it's inevitable that this happens since some people will be offended one way or another and some people just lose interest. Or maybe they started following and then realized the blog wasn't quite what they were looking for. So to not give that feeling to anyone, I always start off following a blog anonymously for the first 2 weeks to a month. Once I've been reading the blog for a while, I'll make it public. Or, if I decide I don't like it, I can stop following and no harm done since they never knew I was there anyway.
What do you think about it? Do you have any self imposed rules for how you follow blogs? And do you get that same thrill from someone following your blog? Or do you even notice who's following you?
I didn't actually realize that other students didn't read as much as me until the 11th grade. I guess I'd had my nose in my books so much I wasn't paying attention.** I moved cities, and therefore schools, half way into the term that year. My teacher had assigned Stranger in a Strange Land to the class and, very apologetically, explained that I would have to get caught up to the rest of the class and would have a lot of reading to do in the next two weeks. I took the book home on Friday and started with my "required reading". On Monday the teacher, before starting the discussion, told me it was okay if I wasn't caught up yet but how far had I gotten? I told him "I'm done". "Oh", he said, "You're caught up already?" "No, I'm done. I finished the book this weekend". Most of the kids in the class looked a little stunned and, being mostly the popular kids, wrote me off as a geek on the spot. I guess I was the only one to do that. Seriously?!? By the end of the term I had read 6 more books by Heinlein, one of them to be included in my top 3 favorites permanently. Instead of feeling left out by the popular kids who'd written me off I felt bad for them, knowing what they were being left out of without books. I think this is part of why I like blogs so much. Some of you are readers, some not, but all of you write, and think. I feel like I'm not alone here in my love affair. Thank you all for that!
** On a side note, yes, you can read a book and ride a bike at the same time. You just have to pay attention with your peripheral vision over the top of the book. And no, I was not reading a book during either of the two times I was hit by a car. Well, either the time I was hit by a car or by the time one pulled in front of me and I hit it. And before my little sister starts laughing at me for hitting a car with my bike let me please remind you that you hit a BARN. Ok, enough of that. (You know I love you, Little-Little!)
** On another side note, that picture is a Bergsma bookmark. She has a ton of other great ones, too!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
I had to google this (yes, I'm that big of a dork) and found this answer on answerbag:
"I'm not smart enough to know this off hand but this should help:
Any answer to this question should be taken with several grains of salt. Digital computers and brains don't work the same way. For one thing, every memory location in a computer is created equal. You can move stuff from one location to another without losing any information. In the brain, on the other hand, certain cells specialize in certain jobs. While there is considerable plasticity (the ability to change what some part of the brain does, enabling the brain to recover from injury), there's nothing like the uniformity seen in a computer.
Secondly, processing and memory are completely separated in a computer; not so in the brain.
Finally, data in computers is digital, and not really susceptible to "noise". In the brain, there are continuous voltages.
With those caveats, let's look at numbers. The brain contains 10^11neurons -- in other words, 100 giganeurons. Each one has synapsesconnecting it to up to 1000 other neurons. Many researchers believe thatmemories are stored as patterns of synapse strengths. If we suppose that the strength of each synapse can take on any of 256 values, then each synapse corresponds to a byte of memory. This gives a total of (very roughly) 100 terabytes for the brain.
For more info, see the book "Mind and Brain: Readings from ScientificAmerican".
Note: Please note that 1 byte = 28 bits = 256 bits with each bit
corresponding to one value for the strength of the synapse."
Any ideas on what the selection process is? What is your most pointless memory that seems to have "stuck"? Or is there something other people think you should remember that you don't?
Monday, May 18, 2009
Oh, don't worry about the bear, though. As a first time offender with no injuries to people it can be tagged and released back into the wild, hopefully with a lesson learned.
This photo is from the Reno Gazette Journal, not me. Tranquilized or not I'm not getting that close to a bear!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
This, while actually taken in northern California last week, reminds me of my grandfather's farm in Oregon. He lived on Camp Creek Road. To locals this was pronounced Camp Crick and you could easily tell who was from the area or not by how they said it (Several Nevadans have jokingly called me a hick for saying crick). In Oregon you could tell an east coaster when they pronounced it Or-EE-gone instead of Or-a-gun and the tourists called the Willamette river Will-uh-met in instead of Will-am-et. In Nevada tourists do this too (Nuh-vah-dah vs Nuv-aa-duh).
I am of course not immune to doing this myself when traveling. I was corrected a lot in Copenhagen, Denmark. The local family I stayed with was insistent that it's not Denmark but rather Danmark. And I never did manage to get Copenhagen quite right, or even close really, to how it's said there.
How are your hometowns or places you live supposed to be pronounced instead of how they are? And how do you tell who the tourists are where you live?
Saturday, May 16, 2009
He said "I don't want it!" and threw it to me again.
I threw it back one last time and said "Then throw it out! Who do I look like!? Your mother?..."
Um... Did I really just say that?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Many of the lessons my mother taught me I didn't even realize I'd learned until I had my own kids. Some of them were lessons in what not to do (that part about not being perfect, remember?). But all of them were valuable. So I will share these morsels of life with the rest of you. Every now and then I'll add a lesson or two from The Survival Guide as I learned it.
Life By Mom's Rules: A Survival Guide
Always mark the easter eggs. That way you know when the kids find one of LAST years eggs that was missed the first time around.
I was so proud of all of my eggs and I was very angry that my mother took the pretty blue one away that I found on the trailer hitch. Even though she really saved me from something bad I found it incredibly unfair.
Style is relative. Are you happy? Then that's what matters and don't let anyone tell you different. Of course, you may have to develop a thick skin to be happy. This applies to more than clothes but the lesson started there.
When in second grade I decided to dress myself. I had a plaid shirt, a pink fluffy skirt with white polka dots, snow boots, etc. I was Stylin'! So I went out to the kitchen where mom and Mackey (my mom's best friend, also known as Other Mother) were having their morning coffee. I said "How do I look?" And without missing a beat my mother replied "Fine. If you're going to a blind school." Thanks mom. Thanks for that...
Don't wake up Middle-Middle. She'll punch you in her sleep. So will Big-Big for that matter. And me too... You know what? Don't wake up any female in our family prematurely unless you are bleeding or dying... Otherwise you will be if you know what I mean. In fact, that was pretty much my mom's rule verbatim. I recall voluntarily waking my mother up twice. After being bitten by a bat in second grade and after being hit by a car in the tenth. In both cases the first words out of my mouth were "Mom, I'm bleeding..." It had to be that extreme because nobody likes to wake dragons.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
I've spent the weekend in Oregon getting my dose of sister time. This weekend in particular was Little-Little's 29th birthday (remember, the one I swallowed pennies with? She's the hottie all the way on the right side of the picture) so Sunday was mostly all about her. We went roller skating and to bingo and then we talked her into seeing the new Star Trek movie.
Let me just say that the last time I went roller skating was this same sister's 10th or 11th birthday. So, no, I'm not good at it. In fact, ouch! I have muscles hurting that I didn't know I had but do you know what's even worse? Where it hurts. My butt from falling and my upper arms from windmilling while trying not to fall. Ah well... still fun.
The rest of the weekend was spent shopping at the Saturday Market and walking in the park and sitting around the counter in the kitchen talking. Now I'm home and I can't wait for them to come visit in July!
Friday, May 8, 2009
I'm going to have to say that it's the funny expressions my children make that make my day. It's the face that when you look at the picture later you just have to wonder "what were they thinking at THAT moment?". Hmmm.
Harvest Festivals were fun, though. My parents had a booth for their photos and they couldn't have all 6 kids hanging around since there had to be room for the customers so we were usually kicked out. My little sister Lee and I were often sent off together with instructions not to seperate. I remember doing this when we were as young as 4 and 5. If we were lucky we might even get sent off with a dollar or two to spend on popcorn or something. If we were less lucky we might get 10 pennies each which didn't buy anything, though penny swallowing contests were pretty entertaining. As in, which one of us could swallow more. Yup, we really did that. My personal best was 6. Did you know that stomach acid makes very shiny pennies?
Sunday, May 3, 2009
You need 8 1" side out joints (see pictures below). There is such thing as a joint that is 1" in all 3 directions but my local Home Depot doesn't carry them. So I used a 1" with a 1/2" side out and then bought 1/2" to 3/4" converters. If you also have to use the two pieces remember to buy 8 of each. You will also need one straight join piece (1") and 2 T shaped pieces (also 1") to make the doorway.
In addition you will need to buy the actual PVC pipe. If you have to do the modification that I did you will need 2 10' pipes in 3/4" and 4 10' pipes in 1". If you are lucky enough to find the joint with all 1" openings then you will need 6 10' pipes in 1" (in which case treat the red and black lines in the color chart below as all 1").
The picture below is color coded by pipe length and width.
The red lines are 4' in 3/4" pipe (4 total).
The green lines are 1.5' in 1" pipe (2 total).
The blue lines are 2.5' in 1" pipe (2 total).
The yellow lines are 2' in 1" pipe (2 total).
The finished playhouse quite comfortably fits my 3 munchkins.
Today my son Joseph (8 years old) discovered them on my computer and he's obsessively playing Concentration. When I wrote the games several years ago it hadn't occured to me that someday my children would play them. I'm so pleased that someone (other than me) wants to play these games. Yeah!
*update* while annoyed that they're fighting I'm also tickled that all of my kids want to play.