I Ain't Afraid of No Daleks

I would have been soaked!

Storms moving through...severe storm warning for this part of the world, and I can hear the thunder in the distance--LOTS of thunder, close together, so methinks this is indeed, a bad storm. Tho', the storms mostly have a tendency to go around us, as we are between the Hudson River and Lake George--water is a magnet for storms..and, they tend to track along the same routes--some towns repeatedly getting hammered, while others get just a brush by, or a complete miss.

I'm gonna' log off probably, if the storm gets to bad--as a precatuion for my computer.

A STORM ROLLING IN OVER LAKE GEORGE--THAT "FOG" IS REALLY A WALL OF RAIN

Even tho' I don't have anything in common with the character of Medea, in Euripides' play, I still "get" her, in a small way. I can relate to where she's coming from.

I mean, no, I never betrayed my country and my dad, or killed my own brother, all for the sake of love. And, certainly, I'd never try to cope with my lover's infildelity (not that I've ever, or will ever, have a lover) by killing my own kids. Still, there's a raw emotion inside Medea, driving her to extremes, that I fathom inside the darker recesses in m own soul--NOT that I'd ever injure anyone, not that part of it. But, the part that is hurting, and guilty and feels boxed in on all sides. That's the part of Medea that I understand.

Medea, planning her future with Jason, set the dominoes in place that would eventurally tip and lead to the ruin of all she once held dear. Feeling betrayed and alone, she loses all sense of reason (not that witch had much to begin with, really), and self-detructs as a way of coping with her pain.

Tho' my situation isn't anything remotely like Medea's, I have known that sort of pain. Only, my lashing out was at myself.

But, I won't get too dark in this post.

I like this play because it is about our most deepest passions and emotions--sometimes, fleetingly, showing Medea's genuine motherly love for her children, but also, chillingly, revealing her selfish pride, fear and anger. It shows that the witch, Medea, while a powerful sorceress, is yet still, a vunerable and volitile woman. She has the power to enchant and kill, yet, she is powerless to stop Jason from marrying for wealth. Her revenge is both her strength (in her eyes), and her weakness.

At least, that's my take on the play.

Oh no. Someone's e-mailed me my horoscope again. Puh-lease.

But, people do believe in this stuff. I noticed that the live bait and tackle shop in Lake George village, has been replaced by another Lake George Physic. There's a useful shop, yesirre-bob. Answer me this though, if these people are so physic, why do they have to work for a living, when they could be winning lotteries and horse races?

What a bunch of malarkey!

Well, at least after I got done rolling my eyes and snorting, I did get a good larf out of it....sort'a...well...meh.

Today:
This is the time to start getting fitter, because you will for once be happy to take more exercise than usual. You will be brimming with energy, wanting to tackle activities that are more physical. All sorts of opportunities are opening up around you which you hadn't expected, so you need to be on top form to be able to make best use of them all. You are taking time and trouble to speak in as precise and effective a way as possible.
Week Ahead:
This week you will dislike more than usual being passed over for attention at work. You want to be noticed, not made to feel one of the crowd. Zippy Mars across from upbeat Jupiter can be a potent combination. Neither planetary influence is a long-distance runner and won't improve your spirit for projects that go on and on. So don't launch into schemes which you may run out of energy and interest for before they can be completed.

And this one---yeah, this one's beliveable...not. What a load of c*ap!

YOU will be adventurous and break free from routine now the sun and mind planet Mercury are in place to widen your horizons, showing you how much life has to offer.

Venus is in place to help you win, or win back, the heart that is right for you.

Gag me.

I just wrote something, and we had a quick power blip--storms in the area, and I just LOST everything---and since changing to the "new and (snort) IMPROVED (laugh) design wizard, BCUK doesn't automatically save my work any longer (which REALLy sucks--and how the hell is THAT an "improvment?")

I really don't care for this new design--got way to many little annoying bugs.

And, my bcuk homepage takes FOREVER to load now--it's like I have blinking dial-up...which I don't. Seriously, if I want to read one of my friend's posts, or do anything on my "my blog.co.uk" page--it can take up to 2 to 3 minutes to wait until I can actually click on something....which is why I'm not reading as many of your posts, as I used to.

I'm still thinking about the Great Glens Falls Ice Cream Robbery.

I was mulling over the thought that it might make a neat little 10-minute comedy playlet....a jail scene, four convicts....

OUR BUMBLING THEIVES: What are you two in here for?

OTHER TWO CONVICTS: Armed robbery, rape and muder. What about you two?

OUR BUMBLING THEIVES: We stole $400 worth of ice cream sandwiches for our kids.

..I feel like cr*p this morning!

I think I overdid it just a wee bit yesterday---my back, arms and legs are killing me, and I feel like I couldn't even lift a loaf of bread, let alone a shopping bag...but, day off tomorrow...well, except for the laundry. Working noon to 4 today. WAS planning on going in earlier (I don't have a set time to come in, on "make-up" days, just whenever I want to come in)...wish I could just fob it off, but, A. I need the money, and B. I don't want to get fired. It's not like high school, where I can fake a sickkie, and blow off a day...which is why I probably graduated at the bottom of my class, I suppose....

No regrets about yesterday, tho...well, maybe the visit to KFC.

Oh, I gotta' tear myself outta' my chair and feed the cats and myself, I reckon. Beatiful days this weekend! Hot, but not hardly at all humid. After the high humidity for the past week--not to mention the tropical storm, it's really refreshing--there's even a lovely cool breeze.

No plane problems, apparently. Guess the lunatic was just having a bit of fun, buzzing the city. Takes all kinds--it's a wonder the FAA don't get after him.

Apparently the sirens were out for two reasons--the one's in the distance that I heard last night, were probably on their way to a fatal car crash in a neighbouritng town, and the cops that went by were likely on their way to the donut shop.

There was a major, rather chilling crime here in the city last night though!

Oh yes, two guys walked into the hospital cafeteria and stole a mess of ice cream!

No, I'm not kidding.

The two theives broke into the locked cafeteria in the basement of the hospital, and filled their knapsacks with ice cream sandwiches, Snickers ice cream bars and other frozen delights, but were seen in the area by an off-duty hospital cook, who was acquainted with the two men.

The theives were caught cold with their goodies, estimated to be worth $384, when police visited their apartment and opened the freezer--and had a mess of choc-icces and other frozen wonders fall down onto their well-polished police shoes.

One of the men's girlfriend's was also charged, because she knew about the theft and also because she tried to claim that she was the one who stole the ice cream--because her boyfriend was on probation for a previous burglary charge. He claimed he stole the frozen treats, because he wanted them to give to his children.

Only in Glens Falls, people.

...from when I was a child.

I was thinking that I must be daft, buying clothes, when money's so tight. I really just went in for some replacement jeans--which I do wear to the office, one or two days a week, on causal dress days (the rest of the week, we have a strict dress code--which hardly anyone pays attention to, any longer).

But truth to tell, I do like shopping for clothing. I've been in denial over it for years. And, the odd thing is...I don't know why!

I know girls are supposed to LOVE clothes shopping, but I was the odd woman out, 'cos I didn't care for it, growing up..and even into my twenties and thrities. I mean, I was happy wearing what was comfy, but wasn't overly concerned about how it looked on me. I had certain things I liked--from western shirts, flannel shirts and cable-knit sweaters, to oxford shirts and polo shirts, long denim skirts, jumpers (see explaination below), cordoroy trousers, jeans and the occaisional blazer. Not exactly a fashion queen. I used to positively dread back-to-shcool clothing shopping! (We don't use uniforms in our public schools--what you in the UK refer to as "state" schools, here...so you wore to school whatever you or your mum picked out from the department store.)

Yeah, over the years I got dragged from one department store to the other--Topps, Westons, Montgomery Wards, Sears, Two Guys, Korvettes, Boston Store, Bradlee's, Stanley's, Lodge's, even Woolworth's.

To mum's disgust, I just plain wasn't interested in looking at dresses. I postively hated wearing them...jumpers (To clarify, we Yanks call jumpers, "sweaters," and "jumpers" are a type of sleveless pull-over dress which one may or may not wear a blouse with underneath--depending on the style, that normally has big front pockets.) jumpers--yes--maybe. If I liked the fabric and style.

I was then, and still largely am, seriously into natural fibers. Mum loved her polyester, I hate the darn stuff--I'll wear it in a pinch, but just NMS--Not my style. Cotton, a satan type of material, silk yes, but polyester--bleh!!!

Then, I hit 40. Viola. I am woman, hear me roar...well, maybe more like a loud "meow."

Suddenly, I am interested. I mean I don't think I'll ever be the shop-till-you-drop type, nor will I ever desire to own a closet full of posh clothing...but, when I do go shopping--usually only once or twice a year, if that, I get very serious. I know exactly what I like and don't like.

Mum often went along with me when I shopped. She used to complain that I had "expensive tastes."--not that I deliberately looked at expensive clothes! I just tune into what just naturally attracts me... Which unfortunately does seem to be right--too often I had to back off, because the item I coveted was really pricy. And the strange thing is, I, in all sincerity, really couldn't give a flying fig about designer clothing! So, how did I developed my high-flalutin' tastes?

But I will say, I love it when I do choose to dress posh--because even today, I still prefer jeans and a tee shirt/flannel shirt/western shirt, comfy sweater, over dressing posh...so when people see me posh, their jaws do actually tend to drop. They stop and turn and look at me funny. Like, "Who knew?" I am a bit vain I suppose, because I do sometimes get a kick out of it. Not that I care about the complements--they're nice, but not anything I've ever conciously craved.

Mum used to shake her head at me in wonder. One time, over dinner in a restaurant, she confessed that she couldn't fathom the change. She said something like, "How is it my daughter the tomboy, suddenly has become a clothes horse? You would never look twice at nice outfits, but now you can just walk up to the rack, pick out some things, and they look perfect on you. You dress like someone in my Town and Country magazine. What happened?" Oh, and then if memory serves me, I believe she added: "So why won't you dress that way all the time? And when will you show some interest in make up, and doing your hair? You'd have more men looking at you if you did." Always the mum!

I don't know. I don't really feel comfortable with the image of being a shopaholic or clothes horse. It's just that I have very specific tastes and ideas of what I like (in posh clothes)..and those tastes evolve and change--I sometimes dress like I've always done, and sometimes I dress like I'd never done before.

I do know, that even in posh dress, I still follow my own drummer, and would never-ever buy something just because it's popular. I hate trendy--if I happen to be trendy--it's purely coincidence. Just to set the record straight, you see.

I suppose it's just a product of change and maturity and exposure to other influences somewhere. But, I have no regrets about today's purchases. I hemmed and hawed about that money I decided to spend on myself (I put the other 40 dollars aside for next week when I'll have a smaller pay check)--I still have 9 dollars left over, which I'll save for a rainy day, when I may need something. I could have gone to see a film or a play, I could have played crazy golf, or gone out to Jake's Roundup for dinner. Instead, I decided to use it for something I could continue to get some use from, for years (I hope) to come.

And, I can't help it. I think those Ked's retro Triumph trainers really are AWESOME! (--found my new shoes advertised on the web for 32.45 Euros--on sale--they were originally the equivilent--in France--of 92 dollars! Makes my 8 dollar trainers seem practically free!)

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Sorry, I do love it when I get a genuine bargain, though.

AN AMERICAN "JUMPER"

My daily David Tennant Teasers now have their own blog! And YOU can join in, too!

The new blog group is called, "Roasting David (Tennant)," and this is where we fan-girls (and guys) can go, to get away from all the slobbering and wittering over how sexy the man is, and how they want to tear his clothes off and make wild love to him...no, wait, that's the Ziggy fan-site, sorry.

Anyway, if you are a fan, and want to have a go at David, by trying your hand at a humourous caption, than be my guest. (NOTE: At no time will ANY mean, spiteful or excessively rude entries will be accepted!)

The group is: http://www.davidtennant.blog.co.uk

I'm exhausted! And, very sore...and sweaty, and did I mention that I was exhausted.

Today I:

Went to work
Cashed my check at Price Chopper
Popped over to Family Dollar
Went to the Doctor's..test took almost a whole hour!
Went to KFC for a very late lunch (not one of my better ideas)
Went Clothes shopping...more on that in a minute
Took a trolley ride up to Lake George and back
Went to Walmarts and did my food shopping
Came home, carted all upstairs
And am now sitting here blogging, slurping on a Starbuck's frozen Frappachino bar (mocha flavour), still sweating.

Oh, and I got buzzed by a single engine Cessna (I think, I don't know my planes as well as I used to--plane spotting was more mum's thing than mine), blue and white, with the landing gear down..he was so low, you could see right into the cockpit--don't know what THAT was about--he was going in the totally wrong direction to land....less than five minutes later, there were sirens in the distance and police cars screaming by, I've no idea if it was just some idiot buzzing Glens Falls--which, tho' possible, seems unlikely, or if there was an emergency landing of some sort. Of course, the sirens could have been for a car accident or something.

First, the good news. I won another charity raffle--this time a gift card to Family Dollar worth $10, so I used it and bought something I really, really needed, and that was a cookware set--pots and pats. Mine are rubbish-grubby, old and battered. I was a good set in its day a gift from my mum about 12 or 15 years ago, but now the handles are coming off, and..they're just a misery to use, and even bigger misery to try and clean. So, FD had a set on sale for just $12.50, and I got it--with the gift card, it cost me around $3 with the tax! And for the money, it's a surprisingly nice little set.

So, across the street from the KFC, is "Label Shopper," a deep discount clothing store that sells clearence items from every store going--like a TK Maxx only even cheaper. I've gotten $100 dresses there, in years past, for as little as $15.

All the bills are paid (that aren't twice what I make in a month), except for one. That one was $10. So, paid that, and figured I had about $40 I cold spend on myself.

And I had a GREAT TIME! For $30, I got: 2 dresses--a gauzy tropical style sun dress for $1, and a lovely simple little denim summer dress, a pair of Cosmopolitin Designer jeans--that look fantastic on me, a rather posh pair of Keds retro triupmph clockwork trainers in plum and gold. And, I had enough left over for the Frappachino bars!

I went in for two pairs of cheap jeans (you can get a pair of $45-$50 designer jeans there, for around $15)--I've managed to completely ruin three pairs of jeans in two weeks, but I loved the dress and posh trainers so much--they look really nice together--and I only own one summer dress, so after a long think, I decided some nice summer office wear really wouldn't hurt me...especially when both the dress--which I think looks nice on me-- and the trainers (which according to the tag on the box, originally cost $50), were both $8 each!

Now I'm well-knackered tho'. I won't go anywhere tomorrow, as I do have to work. But, Sunday will likely be a laundry day for me.

Wal-Marts was sold out of Virgin Mobile cards, so it means a trip to K-mart or the mall, sometime when can, this week.

So I'm sitting here, eating a roast beef and cheese sandwich, eating dinner at 10pm, sipping a non-alcoholic "cocktail" of 7-UP and tropical fruit punch--very refreshing.

I didn't finish my lunch--it was just too awful. Oh the fries/chips were okay, but I ordered the BBQ chicken sandwich and half-way through discovered that it was burnt beyond reckognition and comepletely inedible...and gosh, my spelling is getting worse and worse--and I'm getting dyslexic in my writing, as well.

I'm worried about Flame. She's hungry, but she's not eating much of her wet food. I don't know what's up with her. She seems healthy and happy. Maybe it's just a phase she's in right now. Or maybe she's just been filling up on dry food.

My appetite is off-kilter again, and of course I've ignored the instructions to be taking it easy--but with getting all but the laundry done tonight, I can "take it easy" tomorrow, (well, before and after work), and most of Sunday, and Monday morning, as well.

The short ride to Lake George and back was nice. Got to see the lake, the mountains, the hoardes of tourists...saw some car with a New Jersey number plate on it, sitting on the back of a towing rig...all smashed up on the front end. Some tourist out there, is having a lousy holiday this weekend.

Well, that's about it. I'll let you know if the plane thing was anything or not. With all the whacked out people in the world, it probably was just some smartarse buzzing the city. When I lived in Corinth, a small mill town just west of Glens Falls, we used to get National Guard Jets buzzing the village--they weren't supposed to be doing it, mind you, but do it they did. There was this deep goarge, and escarpment, on the Hudson River behind where I lived--between the Palmer Falls and Spier Falls dams, and I think they liked to buzz the gorge--but it got a bit noisy---one guy flew so low, I could not only read the numbers on the jet--I could actually see the helmeted pilot inside!

The plane looked something like this one