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Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Kayla's GardenYesterday I took her out for a walk in the backyard flower beds again. The marigolds are twice as big as they were last time Kayla was out there and this time she LOVED it! She wove in and out in between the marigolds many times (didn't dig) and watched my Mom very intently as she watered the flowerbed. Jumped back when she came too close. Then Mom watered the water fountain. Then something inside of Kayla finally clicked: she bee-lined it to the fountain, climbed up its slippery fake rocks as best she could, dunked her nose in and *started drinking*!!!
I've NEVER seen that girl drink before! Bearded Dragons are supposed to have the hardest time recognizing water. I've tried to get her to put the sound with the liquid before, but something about watching Mom use the "shower" setting on the hose did it for her. She must've thought it was rain, since she's always looking out at the window.
So now, we're making notes as to what kind of outdoor funhouse we can put together for her. Digging spot, water spot, heat spot, tunnel spot...
Mommy's so proud of her baby! 2 biggies in one week!
Now if only it will get her unconstipated.
Labels: gardening, Kayla, life amusing
posted @ 2:33 PM |
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Kayla Digs!
2 Days ago I walked her in the backyard, after the lawnmowerman came, and she took immediately to a patch of anthill that had been tossed about. To her it smelled interesting, and then she started to DIG! Finally! I'd put some clay in her cage back in like September but she wouldn't dig back then, but boy howdy she was diggin up that anthill debris!
Too bad there was nothing under it except for the concrete around the pool.
After 'while, took her back in, but she went for the "outside window" in the den, so I took her to the front yard where I knew a sandy spot was. All I did was dig with my finger in front of her twice and dig she did! And dig and dig and dig and dig... until the local mosquitoes came out! Dug a pretty good-sized hole for about 90 minutes. That explains the scratching she'd been doing around her cage. First I thought she was bored, then I thought she wanted to cuddle, then I thought she wanted to deliberately wake me up, but NO- the gal wants to DIG.
What the heck for I dunno. Last time she was around a male was just before I bought her back in August, so she can't have eggs...
Well, this just proves once again that the dragon and I deserve each other. Up in DC I was notorious for diggin' to China. Found a large brick-sized piece of local quartz once, but no China. I wonder what Kayla's 'buried treasure' is.
2 Days ago I walked her in the backyard, after the lawnmowerman came, and she took immediately to a patch of anthill that had been tossed about. To her it smelled interesting, and then she started to DIG! Finally! I'd put some clay in her cage back in like September but she wouldn't dig back then, but boy howdy she was diggin up that anthill debris!
Too bad there was nothing under it except for the concrete around the pool.
After 'while, took her back in, but she went for the "outside window" in the den, so I took her to the front yard where I knew a sandy spot was. All I did was dig with my finger in front of her twice and dig she did! And dig and dig and dig and dig... until the local mosquitoes came out! Dug a pretty good-sized hole for about 90 minutes. That explains the scratching she'd been doing around her cage. First I thought she was bored, then I thought she wanted to cuddle, then I thought she wanted to deliberately wake me up, but NO- the gal wants to DIG.
What the heck for I dunno. Last time she was around a male was just before I bought her back in August, so she can't have eggs...
Well, this just proves once again that the dragon and I deserve each other. Up in DC I was notorious for diggin' to China. Found a large brick-sized piece of local quartz once, but no China. I wonder what Kayla's 'buried treasure' is.
Labels: gardening, Kayla, life amusing
posted @ 2:24 PM |
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Blogger and FanlistingsFixed the grey box problem. Also joined more fanlistings tonight. Be careful there...addictive!
posted @ 10:47 PM |
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DADGUMMIT ITUNES!
I just bought a $25 gift card and was prepared to download 25 songs. Natural right? Wrong. I open iTunes and I find I need an upgrade. I upgrade. Then it tells me that they've come out with an improved format and you can upgrade your entire purchased library for a price. Am I the only iTunes user who feels that the upgrade should be free?!
Methinks the iTunes executives looked at the number of downloads to date and thought: "Gee, we can make 2/3 more than we already have if we charge for upgrades! Nevermind how the customer feels, or the current economic crisis."
You heard me.
Just be thankful that they didn't do away with the 99¢ song!
I just bought a $25 gift card and was prepared to download 25 songs. Natural right? Wrong. I open iTunes and I find I need an upgrade. I upgrade. Then it tells me that they've come out with an improved format and you can upgrade your entire purchased library for a price. Am I the only iTunes user who feels that the upgrade should be free?!
Methinks the iTunes executives looked at the number of downloads to date and thought: "Gee, we can make 2/3 more than we already have if we charge for upgrades! Nevermind how the customer feels, or the current economic crisis."
You heard me.
Just be thankful that they didn't do away with the 99¢ song!
posted @ 4:27 PM |
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The Dull No.2
Spoke with my current family doc about my "fibrofog": the fibromyalgia version of the million-times-more-painful version of the meds-induced cognitive disorder symptoms I've had over the past decade+. And no I didn't invent the phrase "fibrofog." :-)
Instinctively, all of my life my brain has felt like a dulled pencil that was once sharp and thus I've had this yearning to grab a magical sharpener to get it back to where it once was. Trouble is, I don't know when (earlier than age 5) or how much sharper my brain used to be. Doctor's order is to keep playing brain-boosting games. Gamer by doctor's order- now there's a new one.
Good news is I was already a gamer anyway. Board games as a kid, crossword varieties during the worst of my medical oddessey, and now I'm playing Wii and PC games. They finally made games that I'd like much less be able to play! Back in '96-7 I bought those Lucasfilm collections of Star Wars games but for some reason the joystick and I just couldn't get along.
Not to mention the rant I could post about how the majority of computery games require you to buy the cheat codes books in order to just get to the next friggin' level! You have to "cheat" in order to win! Gee now, what does *that* tell us about society?!
Easter Eggs- yes.
Cheating- no.
Guide book for those who have actually made a good faith effort using their own brains and geuninely need a little help? - Oh yes!
Meanwhile, Indy's mayonaise is long past expired, he'll never pick up the genuine candlestick, much less find out why that carving is more deeply etched. Harry still can't get Colin's wand down to him or move the benches nearby due to the invisible wall which looks like a bug. But the Miis are happy and mingle, and Super Paper Mario can go anywhere he likes and be thanked by creatures everywhere.
As for RPG-type games, I'll buy the books (Star Wars only) but I can't play. The Fibrofog has put them on the "Do Not Admit" list for some dumb reason. They're exactly the kind of thing I could play if I wanted to, but like their cousin card games, I can't.
Poker- yes.
Pokémon- no. (sorry guys)
Anyway, this Gooball needs to eat and stare at the 7-pack multi-sided die she bought yesterday at Heroes & Dragons because she likes polyhedrals.
Spoke with my current family doc about my "fibrofog": the fibromyalgia version of the million-times-more-painful version of the meds-induced cognitive disorder symptoms I've had over the past decade+. And no I didn't invent the phrase "fibrofog." :-)
Instinctively, all of my life my brain has felt like a dulled pencil that was once sharp and thus I've had this yearning to grab a magical sharpener to get it back to where it once was. Trouble is, I don't know when (earlier than age 5) or how much sharper my brain used to be. Doctor's order is to keep playing brain-boosting games. Gamer by doctor's order- now there's a new one.
Good news is I was already a gamer anyway. Board games as a kid, crossword varieties during the worst of my medical oddessey, and now I'm playing Wii and PC games. They finally made games that I'd like much less be able to play! Back in '96-7 I bought those Lucasfilm collections of Star Wars games but for some reason the joystick and I just couldn't get along.
Not to mention the rant I could post about how the majority of computery games require you to buy the cheat codes books in order to just get to the next friggin' level! You have to "cheat" in order to win! Gee now, what does *that* tell us about society?!
Easter Eggs- yes.
Cheating- no.
Guide book for those who have actually made a good faith effort using their own brains and geuninely need a little help? - Oh yes!
Meanwhile, Indy's mayonaise is long past expired, he'll never pick up the genuine candlestick, much less find out why that carving is more deeply etched. Harry still can't get Colin's wand down to him or move the benches nearby due to the invisible wall which looks like a bug. But the Miis are happy and mingle, and Super Paper Mario can go anywhere he likes and be thanked by creatures everywhere.
As for RPG-type games, I'll buy the books (Star Wars only) but I can't play. The Fibrofog has put them on the "Do Not Admit" list for some dumb reason. They're exactly the kind of thing I could play if I wanted to, but like their cousin card games, I can't.
Poker- yes.
Pokémon- no. (sorry guys)
Anyway, this Gooball needs to eat and stare at the 7-pack multi-sided die she bought yesterday at Heroes & Dragons because she likes polyhedrals.
posted @ 2:30 PM |
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Dragon Along...
During Kayla's yard inspection, she actually crawled onto my hand when she was ready to go to a new flowerbed! Usually she'll just sit there so I have to grab her.
But despite the exercise I've gotten doing yardwork and carrying bricks, I've gained weight.
My fault- been yogaless.
Kayla's gained weight too.
My fault- I fed her too many crix (crickets) post-brumation.
Granted most of that weight was constipation.
Too many exoskeletons.
Constipated dragons can die from sepsis, so we took her to the vet that's an hour away. Longest ride we've had Kayla on. The vet practice is the same as Merlin's, my tabby cat from well over 10 years ago. Good news- she pooped the next day. You know you're a Mommy when you cheer when your baby finally poops after well over a week.
Vet also confirmed my earlier suspicion that she's in her 5th year goin-on 6! She's still climbing the cage, but it looks more like she's trying to wake me up during my morning Ativan Nap. Probably just wanted out yesterday when I wasn't here, or saw another one of those millions of caterpillars that come out this time of year all over the Southeast*.
She broke her diet - she's eaten 2.
Lately she's only been eating 2 crickets and that's it. I know the recent poo issue scared her into it, but I'm flummoxed as to why she's stopped eating greens tho, usually she loves romaine. I cleaned the cage but that didn't help (neither the appetite nor the climbing). Hmm...will leftover honey Greek turkey help?
*I really need to look up what species they are.
During Kayla's yard inspection, she actually crawled onto my hand when she was ready to go to a new flowerbed! Usually she'll just sit there so I have to grab her.
But despite the exercise I've gotten doing yardwork and carrying bricks, I've gained weight.
My fault- been yogaless.
Kayla's gained weight too.
My fault- I fed her too many crix (crickets) post-brumation.
Granted most of that weight was constipation.
Too many exoskeletons.
Constipated dragons can die from sepsis, so we took her to the vet that's an hour away. Longest ride we've had Kayla on. The vet practice is the same as Merlin's, my tabby cat from well over 10 years ago. Good news- she pooped the next day. You know you're a Mommy when you cheer when your baby finally poops after well over a week.
Vet also confirmed my earlier suspicion that she's in her 5th year goin-on 6! She's still climbing the cage, but it looks more like she's trying to wake me up during my morning Ativan Nap. Probably just wanted out yesterday when I wasn't here, or saw another one of those millions of caterpillars that come out this time of year all over the Southeast*.
She broke her diet - she's eaten 2.
Lately she's only been eating 2 crickets and that's it. I know the recent poo issue scared her into it, but I'm flummoxed as to why she's stopped eating greens tho, usually she loves romaine. I cleaned the cage but that didn't help (neither the appetite nor the climbing). Hmm...will leftover honey Greek turkey help?
*I really need to look up what species they are.
posted @ 2:16 PM |
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The Happy Gardeners Spring 2009
We 3 Kings of Orient are / tried to smoke a rubber cigar / it was loaded, it explo-o-oded BANG!
Normally I have help digging new beds, but not in planting them. And for the first time we've got seeds that we're actually *planting* instead of forgetting about. The endangered yellow bricks are in danger of running out. The fountain is fixed; construction for the appartment isn't. And I can hardly believe how much my parents and I have gotten done in the yard! Nice being able to work together like when I was under 5 years old (yes, it's been that long).
That was 2 weeks ago: now the seeds are sprouting and the roses are blooming. We have 3 now: one for each of us. And Kayla (who bruminated for all of about 6.5 weeks if that) has already "inspected" the new works. Neighbor's cats have already left their impressions.
We 3 Kings of Orient are / tried to smoke a rubber cigar / it was loaded, it explo-o-oded BANG!
Normally I have help digging new beds, but not in planting them. And for the first time we've got seeds that we're actually *planting* instead of forgetting about. The endangered yellow bricks are in danger of running out. The fountain is fixed; construction for the appartment isn't. And I can hardly believe how much my parents and I have gotten done in the yard! Nice being able to work together like when I was under 5 years old (yes, it's been that long).
That was 2 weeks ago: now the seeds are sprouting and the roses are blooming. We have 3 now: one for each of us. And Kayla (who bruminated for all of about 6.5 weeks if that) has already "inspected" the new works. Neighbor's cats have already left their impressions.
posted @ 1:54 PM |
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