Yes, it is that time again. Time for my drivel and blather on a Friday morning. Time for 7 Quick Takes. Just remember to click on the picture above to be whisked, at the speed of the rain falling here, over to Conversion Diary to see what everyone else has been doing.
And now on to the blather.
Just so that you know, by the time that you read this I will have been up for hours watching William and Kate get married.
I got up at an unnatural hour to watch Princess Di and Prince Charles get married and I can do no less for Wills and Kate. Although my surroundings will be different. I will not be hunched in front of a little TV eating sugar free jello. I distinctly remember sitting there in nursing school, gazing out at the skyline of Dallas, eating jello and watching the spectacle and sighing at how dishy Prince Charles was.
I no longer do that. He is a whack job and England would be better served by just jumping right over Charles and Camilla (Queen Camilla? Really?) and having William and Catherine be King and Queen.
Getting off soapbox now which I really have no right to be on since I am not a subject of the British Crown.
For some inexplicable reason HHBL has refused to get up with me and celebrate the Royal Nuptials.
I believe his answer was, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
Edit: I watched ALL of the coverage on BBC America starting at 4a, and taped NBC. That way I can run through any commercials because BBC kindly did all coverage without any commercial interruption. Thank you. And it really did the best job anyways.
So we all know that I am on Twitter.
Ah Twitter. It is like crack in 140 characters. And when you use TweetDeck, as I do, then you can run multiple lists and have all sorts of things going on and do Facebook all at the same time and…
But I digress.
One of the things that I find very interesting about Twitter is the people who pop up as followers. The people that I am talking about are those who watch out for certain words that are used in tweets and then follow those people.
Case in point. This was a tweet I shot out into the twitterverse last week:
I am not going to block them or anything but I am sure not following them back. And I am sure that after a time they will unfollow me. Sniff. Not.
And I have absolutely no clue what word in what tweet caused me to have several people follow me this week who were trying to sell me things like sexual escort services and lovely “pictures” and various devices that will spice things up around here.
Those people I block.
I am very thankful that I have a husband who knows how to handle a chain saw and that we actually possess a chain saw. Especially in light of Wednesday’s little tree toppling incident. Within an hour of HHBL’s arrival home the driveway was clear and I heaved a great sigh of relief.
And immediately any thought that I had to get out and go somewhere vanished.
I am so odd.
Saw the first hummingbird of the season on Wednesday. He came, late in the day, to the back feeder. Didn’t see any yesterday but then it was really just too windy. But now that I know that they are back I am sure that I will be seeing more of them.
And we all know my strange obsession with hummingbirds.
Guess what it is doing right now. Right this very minute. I bet you can’t guess.
No really. I bet you can’t.
wait for it……
Since the first of March we have had, according to some source that I can no longer find, 6 days of sunny skies and temps above 50F.
I feel as if I live within the Ray Bradbury short story The Long Rain
At this rate LookLeap and I will never plant or harvest anything except the weeds that are left over from the fellow that had the plot last year and let it go to seed.
OK, getting back to the royal wedding. I was totally fascinated with….
Who cares about the hats that women were wearing. It was the fascinators that just grabbed me. They are aptly named. Some were wonderful and quirky and clever…
And some were not. No they definitely were not.
Oh dear. And then there are Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie. One with a dress that is just so not good. And the other with a fascinator that looks like she ran into some plaster molding on a wall and came away with it stuck to her head.
In the wise words of Dr. Phil…
What were you thinkin’!
I have become totally addicted…..
To Bubble Shooter.
And it is all Shoe Queen’s fault.
She was home for a visit last weekend and she showed me this game and now I can’t stop playing. The screen shot happens to be my first game of the day. But it won’t be my last.