Monthly Archives: March 2010

Pollyanna Ends a Strange(r) Month

Lyda here. This March, I tried NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month).

I made a commitment to post every day in March.

And I did.

I overcame laziness, long work hours, fatigue, sleepiness, insomnia, and the lure of television. At least enough to post every day.

Now that I’ve completed an entire month, I feel like I can put the badge on our blog.

The theme for March was STRANGE(R). Which of course I could not resist.

The theme for April is BIG.

Will I do it again in April?

It did make me post more. Which meant that I wrote more.

Was it good writing? Were they good posts? I don’t know. Sometimes I just posted something, anything.

Was it good for me? There were times when I goofed off until late at night, and barely posted before midnight – which impacted my sleep habits. But overall, I think it’s been a good experience.

What do y’all think? Should I do it again?


Pollyanna Sings Happy Birthday Again

Lyda here. March is a month for birthing extraordinary men. The Sith Master, My Brother The Doctor TM, and GAAE Brother were all born in March. Uno, dos, tres… It’s a very good month.

Y’all join in now:

Happy Birthday, Gorgeous-And-Available Engineer Brother!!

I love you!

Proud owner of the Airspeed of an Unlaiden Wooster Scarf, the Lumberjack of the Lake scarf, and the “Casting About For A Name” Contest Scarf. If y’all are new to the blog, or have just forgotten, these are all the same scarf.

Giver of funny books like “Expecting Someone Taller“. Marin, over the years, he has introduced me to Douglas Adams, Monty Python, Mel Brooks, and Terry Pratchett, to name but a few. Are those wedding bells I hear?

Raconteur, collector of little-used words, Monty Python aficionado.

A man who truly enjoys random weirdness.

The man I turn to for advice and comfort.

And who laughs at my jokes, but never at me.

My hero.

All my life.

Only the siblings will get the “all my life” joke. But it is also true. He has been and always will be my hero.

But I digress…

Which he is used to by now.

Pollyanna is a cranky monkey

Lyda here. AKA Cranky Pants.

I had a great morning, but as the day progressed, I seemed to lose my Pollyanna approach to life. I bopped off on my lunch hour to mail a couple of packages, and the guy was as slow as molasses and just as helpful. The line for my lunch was too long. The ringing phone irritated me. A huge part of my job is answering the phone, so this was a problem.

Thank the cats everyone was in a meeting this afternoon, or I might have scared my coworkers.

Now I have to run a few errands. I’m about to unleash the Cranky Monster on an unsuspecting populace.

Run for your very lives, people! It’s the UnPollyanna!!

Pollyanna Hitchhikes the Universe… again

Lyda here.

I’ve been re-reading the “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy” books again… I just finished the fourth book of the trilogy and was ready to head into the fifth when I realized that I seem to have lost my copy of it. Time to visit the bookstore… Probably fell through a hole in my bag when I got off that last spaceship…

And I’m also re-reading “Carry On, Jeeves“. And also “The Wisdom of Menopause” by Dr. Christiana Northrup.

Plus I talked to Anna-Liza into the wee hours last night. And I spent the day with the Sith Master today,

And those are my excuses for not having a real post today.

But I had to post to say happy birthday to My Brother The Doctor.

I love you. Know that many Monty Python jokes were quoted today in your honor.

Pollyanna and the Flavor of Water

Hey, Anna-Liza here.

I just don’t like water much. Unless I’m dangerously dehydrated quite thirsty, it just doesn’t taste good or feel good in my mouth. (Big news flash – Anna-Liza is weird).

I have known for a long time that I don’t drink enough water, but just making myself do it has been a pretty spectacular failure. I drink tea like a demented British dowager, and I prefer skim milk with meals. I love coffee, but have it less often than tea. I can’t resist an occasional cola in the heat of summer, but I don’t drink it other times. But water? Only if there’s nothing else available, and sometimes not even then.

But I think I may have come up with a way to get myself drinking enough – infused water. I’m just too cheap It offends my frugal soul to pay for bottled water, even flavored bottled water. And I am suspicious about what’s used for flavoring or for preserving “natural” flavors. So I’m infusing my water at home.

Here’s the basic idea – slice or grate or otherwise expose a lot of surface area on whatever plant matter you’re using to flavor your water. Put it in a large (2 liter) pitcher, fill with water, refrigerate overnight. Next day, drink the whole thing over the course of the day.

Here are the things I’ve tried:

  • 1/2 cucumber, peeled and sliced thin
  • 1 small lemon, sliced thin but not peeled
  • freshly grated ginger (still experimenting with quantity, but at least a tablespoon)
  • a mixture of two or three of the above – I’m especially fond of lemon and cucumber

Here are some things I plan to try:

  • 1 small orange, sliced but not peeled
  • a cinnamon stick and thinly sliced apple
  • slightly crushed mint leaves
  • pieces of honeydew melon
  • whatever else happens to occur to me

Okay, it’s not summer tea, but it’s pretty yummy, hydrating, and caffeine-free! Which may or may not be a good thing, depending on the day.

Pollyanna Lobbies for Saturday Reform

Lyda here. What happened to Saturday? I sleep in a bit, do my laundry, watch a bit of TV, eat a bit… and then Anna-Liza calls and before I know it, it’s almost midnight.

I hereby petition for longer Saturdays.

Y’all write your congressional representatives.

I’ll put in a call to the president.

Hey, he got the healthcare bill passed. If he can do that, he can anything.

Up to and including altering the length of Saturdays.