You know, you can say what you like about huge, megacorporations, but Google is pretty cool. At least you know they like to have fun.

I'm particularly fond of what they like to call, "Easter Eggs." They call them this presumably because when you find them they give you a little gift.

It's not a Reese's Peanut Butter Egg, Google. Just so you know. But it is cool.

And... P.S. The day that Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs start falling out of my laptop screen, I quit. Because I'll be too busy eating the peanut butter eggs. OBVIOUSLY.

Anyway, in the interest of being fun and clever, type the following into the Google search engine window. And you have to use Google, not Bing, or Ask, or God forbid, Yahoo. What do you people even have those for? Google is where it's at, obviously.

1. Type "askew." Tilt your head and reacquaint yourself with what it means.

2. Type "Do a barrel roll." Fun.

3. Type "tilt." Okay, yeah, that's just like askew. Whatever. Someone obviously spent some time writing the code, so do it.

4. My faves are the dorky grammar ones, "Recursion" and "Anagram." Google asks you if you meant something else. *dorky gigglesnort*

5. And for the holidays, type (separately) "Hanukkah" and "Let it snow." There are some festive stars of David and it actually snows, fogs up your computer screen, and then lets you have the option of defrosting the screen at once or drawing in the frost with your mouse. How. Adorable.

6. It's not there anymore, but a while back when you typed in "gravity," you'd get this. Good times.
persephone33: (The Winchesters look disgusted)
( Jul. 27th, 2010 08:11 am)

Every time this commercial comes on, I have to clench my teeth to stop from screaming and running from the room.

And now I've shared my psychosis with you.

You're welcome.
I feel freaking fantastic.

Who KNEW what a few good nights of sleep would do for you? I didn't realize how badly it was affecting me. Man, oh, man. The beauty sleep ins necessary. Carrie was cranky and mean and not at all the happy, whimsical, wisecracking girl you've all come to know and love.

And in related news? I positively ADORE Advil PM. Like LOVE. Like if I weren't already in a monogamous relationship I might want to marry the box and have little Advil PM babies. It is the BEST. I take half the recommended dose and I'm OUT for eight hours. SHEER Bliss.

So... it's that time of the year, again. Nolan's fantasy baseball team has their draft night tonight. He gets positively GIDDY about it. I swear, October and the end of the last season feels like it was only last week, but nope, Nolan's been looking at the CBS Sports Website, clutching a worn copy of a Baseball statistics magazine, and poring over each paragraph with an intent I can only categorize as fanatical.

Which is appropriate, I suppose, considering.

Here's hoping he wins, this year.

But THIS is unacceptable. )

Who thinks he should get his OWN laptop and stop stealing mine?

[Poll #1543328]
persephone33: (you have been found wanting)
( Feb. 8th, 2010 04:54 pm)
My little family unit plays a lot of games.

Not only the kind that you might think, although the boys did get Sorry! and LIFE for Christmas which is hours and hours (and hours) of family fun.

No. The games I like best are the ones we play because we always have. For example: The Slugbug Game. Some of you might call it "Punchbuggy." The premise of the original game is to yell out when you see a Volkswagon Beetle, name its color, and then punch your opposing team member in the upper arm.

We've modified the game for our purposes, because let's face it - My nine and seven year-old boys do not need another excuse to wail on each other.  So we don't hit each other, but it's still the most competitive game you've ever heard of.  Not only are the slugbugs worth a point, but Jeeps are worth one, and purple cars are worth ten.  People switch sides when it's convenient - no, sorry, only Aaron does that - and the screaming and flailing about is just a given.

There is also jinx - Jinx, for those of you who missed out on third grade, is enacted when two people say the same thing at the same time. Then the one who is on the ball, this meaning one of my stinking children, will say, "Jinx, you owe me a coke." If the jinx-ee doesn't want to buy the jinx-er a coke, and come on, I don't have that much pocket change on a daily basis, the jinxee cannot say anything until the jinx-er says their name.

I've been quiet a lot lately, as a result.

When I sat down to write this post I came up with four or five others. As a result of impending old age and/or memorizing lines and the dumping out of old information, I've forgotten them.

What games do you play?
Well... To put it succinctly, I think it sucks.

I don't think there's a need to go into more detail than that.

I went to one of our favorite restaurants for New Years Eve, Johnny Carino's, and ordered something new.

I never, ever, ever order out of my comfort zone. Ever, ever, ever. I have one or two things I eat at every restaurant we go to, and I ALWAYS order that. Boring? Maybe. But I'm not disappointed that way. I also never eat all of what I order, either; in this case, I ate about half the dish, so I took it home had it again for dinner last night. I eat leftovers all the time and I never have issues. I mean, restaurants give you obscene- thereisnowhatIcanfinisheverythinghere- amounts of food. It's wasteful not to take it with you, right? Being a longtime member in good standing with the Clean Plate Club (Where a lot of my food issues stem from, I think), I always feel like I need to take it with me.

I don't really have that compulsion, anymore.

Being awakened out of a dead sleep with a wicked case of food poisoning will do that to you. On the up side, I got to know the floor in my bathroom a little better (a really lovely, earthy stone, very forgiving), got reacquainted with what 3:00 in the morning looks like, (I don't recommend it), I slept 'til nearly noon. So I'm easing into 2010. Slowly. Cautiously.

Long story short, Shrimp Scampi will be added to the list of Things I Will Never, Ever, Ever, Ever Eat Again, along with Soft Batch Chocolate Chip Cookies, Cheetos, Won Ton Soup, and the Subway Cold Cut Combo. One has to be firm about these things. Besides, while I was associating with the bathroom floor, we had a little chat about it. He thinks it's a good idea, too.

And quite frankly, I respect his judgment.
None of which are very educational. But Nolan and I had a good time. We got glared at some, though.

Image intensive. And don't expect to learn anything. )

I'd make a fun, but pretty crappy tour guide, huh?
persephone33: (valium mocha)
( Jun. 5th, 2009 07:53 pm)
This day has sucked baboon butt. Seriously.  So, instead of bitching, I give you my top ten things that have made me happy today.

10.  Fresh blueberries that don't cost $5 for a handful.  Fresh fruit season, in fact.  Delightful.
9.  Recipe Blogs.  The Pioneer woman, in particular.
8.  The story for [ profile] ronpansy_fest rocking right along.  [ profile] seegrim  and I have a nice little story happening.  :)  We're at 8,332 words.
7.  That I can say the whole prologue to Star Trek.  (Nolan says this shouldn't make me happy, but assures that I am, in fact really dorky.  Something you and I already knew. *wink*)
6.  Children laughing as they play in the sprinkler.  The fact that my kids are still entertained by doing so.
5.  My ipod jack for the car.  Tunes.  Always make me happy.  AC/DC with the sunroof open.
4.  Friends keeping me company on the phone while I grocery shop.
3.  Clean sheet day!
2.  Lists.  Grocery, to do, and the satisfaction that comes from crossing things off of them.
1.  Winning stuff!

My sister and her cute family arrive tonight, so I'll be away for most of the weekend - I'll probably be available again Sunday evening.  Have a good one, y'all!
persephone33: (Frank the creepy ass owl)
( Jun. 1st, 2009 11:13 pm)
He remembers you.

No, I'm kidding. But I think I seriously just creeped myself out.

Anyhoo, Frank still sits in the back garden mocking me, although he's getting a little overrun with daylilies and roses.

I hope he has allergies, the bastard.

*cough* Long story short for those new to the f-list, I have a creepy statuary owl named Frank (click the tag) in the backyard that stalks me from time to time.

What? Doesn't everyone?

So I get this email yesterday from a friend who lives all the way across town:
Subject: An owl


I just wanted to let you know that I have a friend of yours on the porch across the street that just stares at me. I need to take a picture and send it to you. I think it could be your owl's brother. Creepy!!

Maybe I'll see you tomorrow at the pool!


Dear God in Heaven above, they're BREEDING.

And I checked. It isn't Frank, moonlighting in someone else's yard. I looked and he's still out there.

And a totally unrelated picture of some freaking cool Texas Panhandle clouds )
persephone33: (Cheer up)
( Apr. 14th, 2009 10:19 am)
If I had cable, I'd miss it, too.
persephone33: (practically perfect in every way)
( Apr. 6th, 2009 07:19 am)
1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

Is anyone interested? It might be mildly entertaining. )

And I know, I've been miserable with replying to posts and commenting lately. But a personal post is brewing. And, of course, more cooking posts. So off, I go, back into my cave. *waves*
Meme fun )
persephone33: (Shakespeare hates your emo poems)
( Jan. 10th, 2009 07:57 am)

No, really. I dig on Haikus. I love 'em. For some inexplicable reason, they make me happy.

So. I present to you... Carrie's Haiku Challenge CONTEST!

Here's what I've decided, just now, to do. Because I'm all impulsive and stuff.

You write a haiku.  (You can click the link if you don't know how - but I'm totally finding your fifth grade teacher and telling her that you weren't paying attention.)  Submit said haiku as a comment to this post.  I will be the judge, jury and executioner; the haiku that I love the most will receive a $50 gift certificate to Target and perhaps a lovely handmade bag or apron - your choice.  I think second and third place might receive a little something, too.  :)  Open to any and all who stumble across my LJ and anyone I deem worthy can win.  Enter as many times as you like, without, you know, being obnoxious.  So.... yeah.  poetry contest.  with prizes.

Plus,  the haikus will make me all happy.  :D

So.... be creative!  Haiku about your life, housework, children, school, fandom, rpg characters, dogs, cats, carrots, dust bunnies...  the possibilities are endless.  Contest will end Wednesday, January 14th at 11 p.m. Central time.

I leave you with an offering of my own. 

His stupid stone owl
sits in the garden mocking
one day... sledgehammer

*curtsies to riotous applause*


Okay, so "cooking" is a loose term, here. Last Christmas (not the one we had just a few weeks ago, but the one before that), a friend sent me a package filled with presents and goodies, and in amongst them was a cellophane bag of what she called "Sugar Crack."


Do I have your attention?

Uh huh. That's what I thought. Anyhoo, I only had a nibble of this stuff, but I'd been thinking about it, off and on, for over a year. A YEAR, folks.

Sugar. Crack.

*cough* Got sidetracked. I was all grinchified this Christmas, but it's January and I don't care about all those New Year's resolutions that I never made anyway, so I went on a candy making spree today.

Well, not a spree. I made some candy, though. In a very controlled and not all strung out on sugar way at all.

the how-to and pictures under the cut )
Five Random Things I think You Need to Know:

1. I sleep with a pillow over my head. My husband grumbles about this: he says that one day I'm going to suffocate myself. I say that if HE hasn't already done it, I certainly won't.

2. On Ethan's math worksheet, when he went to list things in the kitchen that were about a liter, a bottle of wine topped the list.

3. Nolan is going on a mission trip to Haiti, soon. I'm somewhere between EEEK! and YAY!

4. When at Logan's Roadhouse (yuck, yuck, YUCK) for lunch yesterday with the in-laws, Ethan was dancing on a bench, doing a sort of breakdancy move (My kids are a touch eccentric). My MIL says, "Oooh! That's that dance like they used to do in the 80's! That Perry Blaine (Nolan's cousin) used to do... you know... what's it called? My FIL rolled his eyes and said, "She means robotics."

It was all I could do to wait til I got to the car and explode with laughter.

5. My husband found a dustbunny the size of his head behind our bed on Saturday night. Since then, he's not missed an opportunity to tease me about it. Today he said, "If you leave them long enough, they might become sentient creatures and try to take over. We'd have to have Sam and Dean come and take them out." To which I replied, "That's not a whole lot of incentive to clean, my dear."

He told me to get out the vacuum and suck them up. ;)
persephone33: (nod or I'll shoot)
( Sep. 27th, 2008 02:44 pm)
in the form of memes. )
Oh, heck, I'm doing both. :) )
...failed. But my closet is clean. )
I'm having a dinner party tonight.  Like my sister, whose blog can be found on my links list under Emily and CW, I adore food.  Reading cookbooks, planning menus, shopping for food, preparing food...  hospitality is one of my things.  I love having people over, and I adore all the new ROOM we have in which to entertain.  Nolan loves to have people over as well, so it all works out. 

Tonight's Menu:  Dinner for 8

Lemon-Herb Grilled Chicken (from the cookbook [personal profile] seegrim sent me for Christmas - Keeping Good Company)
New Potatoes in Sour Cream (same cookbook)
Green Beans - (Shut up, now, these are MY green beans.  There's never ANY left!)
Homemade Rolls (Ancient Carrie Leigh secret recipe)
Salad - my friend is bringing
Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream
Peanut butter oatmeal cookies - Friend is bringing

Now how does that sound, y'all?

Side note:  I don't ever actually say, "y'all" - it just sneaks out when I do these cooking posts.  Like I'm somehow possessed by Paula Dean. I dunno.  Weird.)

Currently, the rolls are rising, the chicken is marinating, the ice cream is freezing, and I am off to get my children haircuts so the little one will quit complaining that it's "touching my ears!"  Horror of horrors.

Y'all have a good weekend, now, y'hear?

*sigh* I know how this sounds.

I do. Honestly. Bunnies, squirrels, dolphins and the odd stone OWL are all on my list on nemeses. But now I have to add woodpeckers to the list.

There was a knocking on my side door; no one ever comes to that door, so I wander over to see who's there, and I see the red crested head of a woodpecker, pecking on the door frame.

What. The. Heck, ya'll.

This neighborhood doesn't even have trees big enough for woodpeckers! I opened the door and shooed him away. But he came back. Twice.

Thinking of pulling Frank from where he's lurking behind the tree and setting him on the porch to scare Woody off. More likely, they'd form some sort of coalition to take me down.

Whatever. Real reason for the post? I started a new project!

Pretty pictures! )

And I make dishtowels to match! I'm thinking of opening one of those Etsy stores. Goodness knows everyone and their dog has one. Maybe Nolan would get off my back about having so many hobbies that generate no revenue, whatsoever. :D
persephone33: (Default)
( Apr. 18th, 2008 08:39 pm)
Yes, I know this is my third post of the day. I'm bored.

Remember him? Um... four-ish posts back?

I thought, when Nolan didn't go and pick him up right away, that I'd had a reprieve.

No such luck. )

I need therapy.


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