Texas Blue Lime Productions

Great (this one’s a) Neice #15 made her “breathe your own air” debut over the weekend.

We are so lucky to have all these great kiddos in our life.

ok, #16 baby Quail [1]
it’s your turn.

#17 will be here just a few weeks after that.

[1] yes, the bird; some nicknames stick for good reason

Get yourself a Wordle

Here is the one I made from my bookmarks:

Thanks, Matt, for Tweeting about this!

Today, I resigned from my little volunteer job with BIBA (buybrazos.com)

A few months ago, I was asked to help with some things. I was adamant then—and have remained so at every turn since—that I’m willing to help behind-the-scenes, but that I’m not willing to be on the board or attend meetings. There have been a couple of “…but you were going to…” type moments and I have reminded the board members of my role and have stood my ground.

Today, it happened again. In one email there were ~3 implications or statements about all the things I’m not doing (again, things I never said I would do), so I emailed my resignation to the leader and explained why I needed to leave.

Now, I’m not shirking my responsibility. I’m going to see the website through the revision I said I would. They have supposedly made me a list of things they want and I’m going to fix the problems the previous volunteer (an intern) left behind. I’m going to do my best to keep the current look and feel of the site and implement the functions they want.

and then I’m done.

so. very. tired.

News Alert 1:02 a.m. ET Monday, June 23, 2008
Comedian George Carlin Dies at 71
The counter-culture hero, famed for his routines about drugs and dirty words, died of heart failure at a Los Angeles-area hospital Sunday, a spokesman said.

We will miss you! Thank you for all you have done for the comedy community and indirectly for our society, in general. You were the reality check that so many needed. And, you made us laugh ’till we hurt.

TiVo (with its repeat-the-last-8-seconds “do over” button) and Carlin is a tough combination on those laugh muscles!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/06/23/AR2008062300074.html

Carlin was selected last week by the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts to receive this year’s Mark Twain Prize, a lifetime achievement award presented to an outstanding comedian.

I rarely play Internet games, but this one was just too much fun to pass up.

Here’s how you play:

• type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search.
• using only the first page, choose an image.
• copy and paste each of the URL’s into the mosaic maker over at FD’s image maker.

The questions:

1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you attend?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your Flickr name.

1. blue eyed Lori, 2. A platter full of cheese!, 3. Paris; Eiffel Tower, 4. Color me lonely…color me blue, 5. Levels And Curves, 6. Let the Margaritas FLOW! – Mission24, 7. Alsace, France, 8. coffee and chocolate mousse cake, 9. Still in love? I think so ; ), 10. Peace Love Happiness Friends 63/365, 11. ” A Passionate Symbol of Peace”, 12. Portfolio Wedding – 86

You can please some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time, but you can’t please all of the people all of the time.

There are some people in my life that I can’t please any of the time. Lately, they are too numerous. The odd thing: even when I’m doing exactly what they say they want—and what is reinforced by their actions—I’m still subjected to their wrath. What the…?

To those who are so dissatisfied with anything I’ve done: I’m trying to walk away. This week alone, I quite a volunteer experience I’ve been part of for over a decade (Aggie ALLIES), another group I’d been part of for the year+ it’s existed (Aggie Bar Crawl), and a third group I’d been part of since it’s founding (but that group didn’t do anything to me; I just need to cull).

This past spring, I quit another group (and boy do I have a great zinger I said to the snobbiest member of that clique). I also told several others that I would not be available for their next volunteer need or other use of my resources.

I even locked down some of my social media to get away from a couple of situations and certain people.

Please, please, please be a freakin’ grown-up and just let me walk away in peace. After all, isn’t this what you wanted?

If any of you want me to name names, call me. I’ll tell anyone/everyone everything that’s going on. Letters to the Editor regarding incidents of bona fide harassment have even crossed my mind.

[Editor's note: while this was previously a password-protected post, events in the last few hours have caused me to make it public (changing just a couple of tiny details). This is also part of a planned series. I no longer have the patience to just put up with the rude, disrespectful, and unprofessional things being said and done to me. For those go out of their way to be mean: I'm done protecting you, I'm done going through any kind of "proper" channels, I'm done taking the high road. You can now be prepared for everyone I know and anyone I can find an email address for, to know word-for-word everything you said. You've made your bed and now it's time to effin lie in it. After all, don't you have something better/positive to do???? Get a LIFE.]

Years ago, a then-boyfriend who worked at a radio station made me a mix recording. It was special/different because he had access to a mixer (oooohhhh fade ins and fade outs loooong before the likes of iTunes!!) and he included several comedian/comedienne shorts that the station had received for use during breaks and in between songs/commercials. Included was ad series by Paula Poundstone about being in line behind someone at Subway who doesn’t know what they want. I can still hear her say “Tuna?”!

Today, at 7:50am, when “everyone” is on their way to work, some hippie-wannabe (but clearly not a real hippie) was taking tons of time to decide which scratch off lottery ticket he wanted to purchase. All the rest of us looked at each other with “can you believe this guy???” eyes. Even more aggravating was that he was in line with the new cashier. So, the other girl had to keep locking her register so she could move over to show the new girl what to do. I kid you not, there were a dozen people in line for regular/routine/everyday purchases, but we allllll had to wait for the hippie-wannabe.

Finally, he makes his selection, pays, and leaves. The rest of us sigh in relief from the anxiety of being late to the things we have to do. (I, for example, had an 8am portrait session on campus.)

I KID YOU NOT: in the time he took to get to his car, the rest of us (all ~12) paid and left the counter!

So, for those of you who misplaced the center of the Universe. I know where you can find it! It’s in Bryan, Texas….specifically in 77807 near the corner of 2818 and Villa Maria!

and to paraphase from Paula Poundstone:
When your number is up at the deli counter, you better know what you want.

A Friend Is…
someone who understands your past,
believes in your future,
and accepts you today.