The Real Vacation

Yay! It is here!

Well, my three week vacation starts tomorrow. I'm not sure how often I'll get to post here... but I do know I'll have plenty to share when things get back to normal. I bought a new memory card for my little camera here- so now I can take about 580 pictures instead of about 40 ^_^ fun.

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I would go on and tell you about my plans and elaborate on how I'm going to play the role of a tourist while vacationing [is that a word?] and blah, blah, blah... but I'm already tired and excited- so I'm going to get some sleep and enjoy my time off ^_^

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Oh, and if any one here has the time... check out Michael's blog under the *Newly Found Blogs* section on the left of my blog here. Now HE is a character. He started his blog not too long ago so take the time to read all of his entries [start from the bottom and work your way up]. ^_^ In fact, just skim through my side bar when you all have the chance. Some pretty cool blogs I've found- eh? :)
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I know I'm forgetting something... ::sigh:: oh well :\ Wish me...um... a good time on my time off! :P

~K Fingerett~

Free Day

I decided to take the day off. No driving all over the state, no doing everyone else's job, no picking up after anyone at the house [sorry guys] and no stress. Just a day for me. Is that selfish? Maybe. Even though my "vacation" starts Wednesday, I need this break today. Just today.
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About my last post: I guess I should have saved that for Halloween, eh? Thanks to the few of you who still stop by... I guess I've lost the original crowd that I managed to gather. I guess you all/they would rather me stick to pictures. But I'm not a professional. And everyone else has all these fancy little gadgets they add to their cameras to make their pictures look awesome. AND they know how to use photoshop... I'll have to finish this another time. I'm ready to go.

~K Fingerett~

Jewelry To Please The Eye

Relax. I'm not showing you any more crawling jewels. I was flipping through my 2005 journal last night- and in one of my "Wacky Wednesday: Something Different" entry, I found a clip out of a picture that looks just like this:

that's right. Its eye jewelry a.k.a. "JewelEye" - that's what they call it. A Netherlands organization, the Institute for Innovative Ocular Surgery, came up with these stylish platinum implants. These CEI's (Cosmetic Extraocular Implants) come in the form of hearts, stars, eurosigns, four-leaved clovers, music notes and many other shapes "on request."
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Ophthalmologists shove- sorry- "insert" these jewels into the "membrane that lines the outer surface of the eyeball." I just found a video. Brace yourselves. Go on- watch it. [if for some reason it doesn't work, let me know A.S.A.P! This is a must see- hehe, I can rhyme.]
::waits for you to come back from watching the video::

I thought you might like to look at something pretty after that. So...the video... how was it?
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I think this JewelEye looks pretty cool and all- but I don't think I'd get it for myself. Ever. Other reasons for not getting eye jewelry:

1) Money- It is probably very EXPEN$IVE.

2) Netherlands- the only place it can be done [I believe]

3) Risks- I'm sure there is a lot that can go wrong... *cough* BLINDNESS *cough*

4) Procedure- Did you WATCH that video?

5) Um... I don't need a five- in fact, I didn't need this little list at all, the whole "it's just not for me" thing should have been enough.

I'm itching for comments on this one.


~K Fingerett~

My New Visitor

Sorry about the lines... This picture was taken through a screen door. This cutie has been hanging out in the back yard all day today. I brought him to the vet and he is all clear. I think he is just lost :\ I guess I'll put signs up tomorrow. Hmm... he needs a name for now... you know... just in case no once claims him... Okay, I'm done.


~K Fingerett~

Fear

My friend sent me The Phobia List. I was then told to "pick out one that is unimaginable, one that is unfair or ironic and one that brings back a memory..." So here is my list:

Fear of everything.

Panophobia or Pantophobia

I just don't see how this would work.

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Fear of long words.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

Why would they name it that? How do you tell someone who has this phobia the name of their phobia? So mean...

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Fear of dolls.

Pediophobia

This just reminds me of the first time I watched Toy Story. Now the movie didn't bother me. In fact, I loved that movie. We ended up buying it and everything. But for some reason, after getting tucked into my bed at night and having the door pulled up, it always felt as if all of my toys, stuffed animals and dolls were watching me! The funny thing is, during the day, I had no problem with all of them. I still played with them. But at night, it was as if they were just waiting for me to go to sleep so they could roam around my room/houes, be evil and do as they pleased. I lost a lot of sleep for a few nights. I finally came to the conclusion that I'd put them all in my closet and push my little table in front of the door so they couldnt get out. Any left overs would be put in the guest room. Not sure when I got over that- but I did.

~K Fingerett~

Perfect Repair

Are You Having a Bad Day?

by Alex

For all of you who occasionally have a really bad day when you just need to take it out on someone, don't take that bad day out on someone you know. Instead, take it out on someone unfriendly who you don't know!
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Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello?" I politely said, "This is Patrick Hannifin and could I please speak to Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn't believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits incorrectly. After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled "You're a jackass!" and hung up. Next to his phone number I wrote the word "jackass," and put it in my desk drawer.

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Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up. He'd answer, and I'd yell, "You're a jackass!" It would always cheer me up.

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Later in the year, the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me; I would have to stop calling the jackass. Then, one day, I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, "Hello." I made up a name. "Hi, this is Mike Smith with the sales office of the telephone company and I'm just calling to see if you're familiar with our caller ID program?" He went, "No!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a jackass!"

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The reason I took the time to tell you this story is to show you how if there's ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it -- just dial my good ol' friend, the jackass, at 555-1111. [Keep reading! It gets better.]
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An old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking place. I didn't think she was ever going to leave. Finally, she got the car in reverse and she began to move ... very slowly backing out of the slot. I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she's finally leaving. All of a sudden this black Camaro comes flying up the parking aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling, "You can't just do that, Buddy. I was here first!" The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn't even hear me. I thought to myself, "This guy's a jackass!" There sure a lot of jackasses in this world. Then I noticed he had a "For Sale" sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number then hunted for another place to park.
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A couple of days later, I'm at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 555-1111 and yelling, "You're a jackass!" (It's really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.) I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I'd better call this guy, too. After a couple rings, someone answered the phone and said, "Hello." I said, "Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?" "Yes, it is." "Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It's a yellow house and the car's parked right out front." I said, "What's your name?" "My name is Don Hansen." "When's a good time to catch you, Don?" "I'm home in the evenings." "Listen Don, can I tell you something?" "Yes." "Don, you're a jackass!" And I slammed the phone down. After I hung up, I added Don Hansen's number to my speed dialer.
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For a while, things seemed to be going better for me. Now, when I had a problem, I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several weeks of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution. First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. A man answered nicely saying, "Hello." I yelled "You're a jackass!", but I didn't hang up. The jackass said, "Are you still there?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "Stop calling me." I said, "No." He said, "What's your name, Pal?" I said, "Don Hansen." He said "Where do you live?" "1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house and my black Camaro's parked out front." "I'm coming over right now, Don. You'd better start saying your prayers." "Yeah, like I'm really scared, Jackass!" and I hung up. Then I called Jackass #2. He answered, "Hello." I said, "Hello, Jackass!" He said, "If I ever find out who you are..." "You'll what?" "I'll kick your butt." "Well, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now, Jackass!" And I hung up. Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my brother-in-law as soon as he got home. I made another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going down on West 34th Street. After that, I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.

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Glorious! Watching two Jackasses throwing punches and kicking one another in front of 6 squad cars, a police helicopter, and channel 13 news cameras!!! It was one of the greatest experiences of my life!

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I thought it was funny... Just thought I'd share.

Another Funny thing is, my original idea for this Perfect Repair post was going to be about CHOC-AID. But I'll let you check that out here. No worries, its way shorter than the above.

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If you don't want to follow Alex's example, I guess you could always go for one of these:

::turns on cheesy infomercial music on::
"For life's emotional bumps and bruises, CHOC-AID delivers the perfect remedy"

~K Fingerett~

Told Ya So!

...I wish my pineapples would hurry up and grow.
You're growing pineapples there too?

Yup.

Wow! How tall is your tree?

Which tree?

Your pineapple tree.

Pineapple tree?!?! Pineapples don't grown on trees! ::giggles::
Yes-huh
Nuh-uhh
Yes-huh...

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So for my friend- and anyone else who believes pineapples grow on trees:

There is proof. Pineapples don't grow on trees. Is it because 'apple' is in its name why one might believe they grow from trees? Hmmm....

Just a quick post. I took a bunch of pictures today- so I should have more things to post about soon ^_^


~K Fingerett~

Rambling and Sharing

It has been a while... I've been caught up with things going on here at home and enjoying the blogs of others. I've been slowing down and it is showing here on my blog. Last week, when I went to check out Sebastian's blog, I came across his May 9th post, Blogger or Writer Or Both. And this, along with a few other things, made the light go off in my head telling me that I needed to get it together.
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I've made plans to take an actual vacation [no overworking my self in any way] and relax in the city while playing the role of a tourist. That's always fun- of course my fast walk, transportation know-how and my knowledge of the best spots around might give me away. But who is paying attention to me anyway? The city is too big and exciting for people to sit and point out who came from where- unless you end up striking up a conversation or something.
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I have to apologize... I've been saying "the city" over and over again not realizing that some of you may not know what I'm talking about. Well, for those of you who don't know, my home is in New York City. [So where did all the nice flower pictures come from? We have a house in Florida as well- now you know.] All of this reminded me of an email a friend sent to me a while back. Of course, not all of these apply to me... as much... any more... But here are some of the highlights:


You Know Your A New Yorker When...

You say "the city" -meaning Manhattan- and expect everyone to know what it means.
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You order your Chinese food through bullet-proof glass.
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When you get frustrated when people aren't walking fast enough.
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When you understand this: "Jeet yet?" "No, jew?"
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You reach middle age never having owned an automobile.
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When you stand 2 lanes into traffic waiting to cross the street.
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You can not only take a catnap on the subway while sitting, but can manage to fit one in and stay standing while hanging onto the bar- all without missing your stop.
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When the "shortest time span known to man" is the time between the light turns green and the guy behind you honks his horn.
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You're sure that the kids on the subway selling $1.00 M&M's for their "basketball team" are totally scamming you, but you think that paying $225,000 for a 400-sq.-ft. studio is a good deal.
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You consider taking a cab because you don't want to lose your parking spot.
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You're standing nose-to-nose with someone on the subway & yet you're not looking at each other.
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You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multilingual.
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The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.
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You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.
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You know what a bodega is.
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Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.
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You visit friends out of town and you can't get to sleep because the quiet freaks you out.
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Your internal clock and daily calendar are permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are suspended or in effect.
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The deli guy gives you a straw with any beverage you buy, even if it is beer.
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You understand that the plural form of you is youse.
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Nothing is north or south, it's uptown or downtown.

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You are in another city and stop by what appears to be a "deli" and ask for a 'hero' with the works. They look at you funny--you walk out angry...and hungry.

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You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.
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You think Central Park is "nature."
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You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since one of the blackouts.
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Your closet is filled with black clothes.
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You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.
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You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.
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You don't hear sirens anymore.
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Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean, your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watch seller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.
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You can read all of the above, and find yourself nodding with understanding and agreement (to most of them)...

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::sighs:: I love my city ^_^
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Wow. I got way off topic huh...


~K Fingerett~

Away

I'm leaving again for the weekend- So here is something new to look at. I thought it was cute and funny...

^_^ Happy Friday ^_^


~K Fingerett~

What Is Going On Here?!?!

I wasn't sure what to write about this guy... So I'll leave the comments and such up to you guys.

~K Fingerett~

Bok Tower Part II

The first pond by the tower [I guess I did have a picture of the tower... kind of...] had these guys. They were really big *goldfish* nothing like the ones from my Escape post! Maybe two of these guys could fit in my fish tank- maybe. There were a few REALLY big fish in here but every time one of them would pop up, I would stand there gaping at it through the camera- thus missing a cool photo opportunity.
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I walked on down to another little area and I found this:

It was so pretty.
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SIDE NOTE:
I was told that there were two swans that lived here- but one got swept away in one of those hurricanes that took over and caused so much trouble :'(
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I stood there watching it for a while- taking in its beauty- then I finally took a few pictures. Then I started to laugh. It started out as a smile... But soon the giggles took over. My friend was looking at me all weird but I decided I'd tell him why I was laughing once we got back to the house.
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This is why I was laughing:

He is a little beaten up [notice the tape around its neck...], lacking a tail and wings- but this is MY Mute Swan. I created this "paper muh-shane" masterpiece in the first grade. [I'll have to look around for the book I made to go along with the "report" I wrote...] But yeah, back to Bok Tower...
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I was going to save this last bit for another post, but I needed to get your minds off of my swan... So here is just a little sample of all of that green that we were surrounded by:

When I posted this picture- while writing the above, I noticed a little critter blending in with the green... It's like *Where's Waldo* only its a little critter... His name can be Waldo for now ^_^


~K Fingerett~

Bok Tower

Just in case you were wondering where I went...
[and even if you weren't I'm going to tell you anyway :P ]

...I went on a little road trip. We drove down to Florida for a birthday party. The party isn't until later tonight and I had already been to the beach- so I decided to drive around a bit and find something else to do. I saw this little sign for 'Bok Tower Gardens' and decided to check it out. It turned out to be this ginormous [gigantic + enormous] plot of land- 240 something acres- of pure beauty! Now in the middle of the gardens, up on a hill, there was a tower made up of 200+ feet of 'Florida coquina rock' and 'Georgia marble' -as the eight minute video that I watched when I arrived informed me. That little video also mentioned that Frederick Olmsted was the guy who designed the gardens well as Central Park in NYC- I knew that name sounded familiar- and other places like the Jefferson Memorial and the White House gardens. Well there is more to the place but lets get to the few pictures I took- since my camera's battery was running low :(
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Once I got near the tower itself- I was greeted by this cute little puppy. Goldie here was so sweet and let me take a few pictures... But when my friend took a picture- his flash upset the poor puppy and it started barking all over the place and getting super defensive! We didn't stay around the tower very long at all- which is why I didn't get any pictures of it :

Okay, so it was SUPER hot- especially when the sun beamed down on us. There were a bunch of trees that provided shade and we decided to look for somewhere to sit down and rest a bit. We saw a bench off in the distance and walked towards it- but we saw that the sun and this little guy had taken over the whole bench, leaving no room for us, so we looked for another one.

We found a nice place to sit and we stayed there for a while. There were a lot of little flowers and butterflies around us- but I couldn't get a good picture of any of them [the butterflies] because they didn't sit still for long and when they did, the wind would blow a bit and take them away... So here are some of the flowers that were in front of us:
And here are some that I saw on our way to one of the ponds (it looks like we just missed the sprinklers ^_^):

Well it's time for me to get going. I'll share a few more pictures from my little trip in my next post- I think you all will like what I found when we reached the pond... ^_^


~K Fingerett~

::Wondering::

*What's on her mind?*


~K Fingerett~

Party Crasher

I have a bunch of little friends who like to stop by and hang out in my back yard. And this is one of them. This bunny is always hanging out in the shade of the house sometime after 3pm. So I went through my regular routine: after checking out the garden, I'll sit down and hang out a bit. Then I'll glance over to that little shaded area and see the bunny cooling off in the shade. At this point, I'll head on inside and grab a few pieces of bunny goodness from the vegetable draw of my fridge.

I usually get about three feet away from it and put the treats down on the grass and move away so it can eat without me standing over it. But this time was different. I didn't even get near the shadowed area when it hopped up and bounced away from the shadowed area. It sat there all alert being perfectly still- with the exception of its pointed ears twitching around almost robotically...

I felt so sad. I though I'd done something wrong- that I'd scared it somehow and that it wouldn't come back any more... After taking what I thought might be the last pictures I would have of it, I took a look over to where it was sitting and saw this....

Now I don't mind Kelly's friends stopping by- but not if they are going to be rude to my other guests.

The bunny got away before this new cat got anywhere near it. Talk about ruining the day! Yeesh... I just hope the bunny comes back again. And I'll remember this cats face:

that's right, not tuna or any other kitty goodness for you. Bad kitty.


~K Fingerett~