Most Noble

When I decided to go on hiatus a couple of years ago, I adopted out all of my fanlistings except the Jareth Fanlisting. I assumed that I would be contacted if one of the new owners decided to shut down the listing that they had adopted. Well, the person that adopted the Black Family Tree Fanlisting didn’t, but I was lucky enough to find out that it was open for application 🙂 .

Black as Pitch – The Black Family Tree Tapestry Fanlisting is now finished and open for joining!

i love mail

Pinku!My birthday is in two weeks and my gifts have already started arriving (See the cute little Pinku doll). However, the sad truth is, I always end up buying my own gifts 😦 . My family seems to think that I’m too hard to shop for because I “have everything”. Which makes me sound very materialistic.

The fact is, I don’t have “everything”.

What I do have is a lot of books.

I like books. I love to read. There’s a reason I’m a Lit major. A gift card to any bookstore would make me pleased as punch (and it would show that my relatives know enough about me to realize that I like to read). As usual, no one agrees with me. There will be cards–despite my recent ban on cards after I realized that I had saved hundreds of cards over the years and they had taken over an entire drawer. And there will be cash. Appreciated, but kind of a downer.

going green and pet peeves

Lately, there has been a push for everyone to go green. The media has really been promoting green living here in the States, and I know that to some it seems like a recent ‘trend’, but I remember growing up with all sorts of eco-themed shows urging kids to “Act Locally. Think Globally.” Captain Planet anyone? I grew up participating in all sorts of school sponsored recycling programs. I learned all about saving water and energy. Reusing products and not wasting resources. So, why does it seem that so many in my age group didn’t get the message? This was a little over ten years ago, it should have become ‘trendy’ a while ago. (Yes, the idea that this is all a trend peeves me to no end. It’s so annoying when I see girls walking around with green totes and so obviously not heeding the message that these bags promote.)

Now, why am I on a green rant? Because getting it across to the older set is proving to be a bit more difficult — at least at home. Having experienced privations in their homeland when they were children, my parents are part of “stock up and save because you might not find it tomorrow” group. They buy in bulk. Generally, it’s the sort of stuff that has a long shelf-life and comes in handy during hurricane season and/or “I refuse to do groceries” time, but sometimes its the dated kind. Like yogurt! Yes, we reach the crux of my dilemma 😡 … I just had to throw away a family-size pack of yogurt because my mom bought them and promptly forgot all about them. She’s been doing this a lot lately, buying stuff that she never eats, so that I am forced to a) eat it myself or b) trash it after it expires (usually whenever I decide to attack the fridge and clean it out). She’s getting better at not doing this, but we still have a few kinks to work out.

berries and sillies

berries 1Though I like the look of strawberries, I’m not much of a fan of the actual fruit. Mostly because I tend to have very bad luck when it comes to picking strawberries, so I usually end up with a really sour batch. Not so, today! These may be the best strawberries I have ever had (which makes me wonder just how modified they may be… best not think about that).

And onto other silly things… Didymus has found a new bed. My grandmother’s nightgown. He attacks anyone who dares take it away from him, but he behaved very nicely while I photographed him… He’s a bit of a cam tart.

Didy

layout

Tired of the last layout, so I’m using a temp layout while I modify the css and customize the header… bear with while I tweak.

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Done tweaking, everything should work now.

Now, I really should do some reading. I’ve been distracting myself with site stuff during the last two days. 😦 Need to get rid of that guilty feeling… the one where I know I have a ton of stuff to do and my excuse for putting it all off is weak at best.