Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

Found from Chris via Russian Violets

So, I’m finally getting around to some family archiving that I’ve been putting off for a while. I pulled out Mamaw’s old bible with the hopes of scanning some things into the computer, but the bible is so old and frail, I’m afraid of doing more damage to it.

I gently opened it up to see what I needed to take note of. Mom had said that Mamaw had written all through it, making note of special dates like Mom’s birthday and such.

Mamaw also thought that this was a monumental event and date.

It’s important to know when you move your deep freeze. You may be tested on it one day. I also found out that they bought the dining room suite on January 1, 1960, and that they put down a rug in the back bedroom on November 16, 1955.

It says so in the Bible.

This hurricane season has been a first for my family in that two of us have shared names with storms. Earlier in the season I was classified as a tropical storm and my sister-in-law is a full fledged hurricane. What’s funny is that both storms reflected (or reflect in Katrina’s case) our personalities.

I started out as a tropical depression east of the Yucatan/Belize peninsula then became a tropical storm as I entered New Orleans. Though I never reached hurricane status, I did leave about 240,000 people without power before being downgraded to a tropical depression. This sounds about right. My temper usually flares up from a slow simmer to a slight rage before I peter out with a “Meh” mentality.

Now Katrina on the other hand is a full fledged hurricane earning headlines like “Killer Katrina” and “Katrina’s Deadly Wrath”. She is not to be messed with. This has always been the case. Katrina has always been the warrior goddess of the family and I can recount countless times where she has saved me with her sword of fury.

All I’m asking is that in your wrath Katrina, please spare New Orleans. Remember the beauty and love that is that wonderful city. Bring down a few power lines if you must, but please no flooding and raising of the dead. Thank you.

It took $25.00 the other day to fill up my gas tank. Now, I don’t know how much my car holds, but it’s a Cavalier. I remember the time it took less than twenty dollars to fill it up. Its time for an alternative fuel source and that fuel source may just be chicken fat.

Chicken fat for a biofuel is not a new concept. Researchers at the University of Georgia started experimenting with poultry fat to heat buildings on campus in 2002. They tested chicken fat, or yellow grease, white grease from pork, and beef tallow in one of the campus boilers. The tests found that fats, particularly yellow grease, have a high heating value with very low emissions.

This year, twenty three school buses in Floyd County GA will all be run on chicken fat. The chicken fat is turned into a biodiesel and then mixed with regular diesel. The Assistant Superintendent says that the school will probably save close to $15,000 this year in fuel costs alone. Also, chicken fat is readily available. As of 2002, the U.S. was producing 11 billion pounds a year of poultry fat.

So, do you think the emissions smell like fried chicken?

1.Number of books I have owned: This is an impossible number. I think I’ve owned more books than elephants and the last elephant count was some where around 700. I purged a lot of books for our last garage sale, but I think I just ended up replacing them with new books.

2. Last book I bought: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

3. Last book I completed: We thought you’d be prettier by Laurie Notaro. After finishing the first book, I went on a rampage and read all of her books.

4. Some books that mean a lot to me: There is no way I could ever list the books that mean a lot to me. Probably the ones that mean the most are ones that Chris has given me. He gave me a first edition, signed copy of The Fifth Elephant and I couldn’t get past the first chapter. I hated it, but I still have it ‘cause Chris gave it to me.

4b. What are you currently reading?
The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula Le Guin. Dr. Clarke has taken it upon herself to introduce me to new authors. So far it’s not a bad book, but I would probably have never read it on my own.

5. Which 5 bloggers are you passing this onto?
No one, because Ninja already sent it to all the people I would have sent it to. :)>

Chris and I have become addicted to Eddy’s Slow Churned ice cream. The problem is that we’ve become addicted to their limited edition flavors.

It started with the orange-cream flavor, which we would pile into a glass and pour Sprite over. It was like an old time cream soda and the best part was the orange flavored crunchy crystals that form in a layer over the ice cream. But when we went back to get more, they were out and they were not getting more!

The next flavor was the one with chunks of Drumstick in it. Oh my Gosh! The crunchy bits of cone and chocolate covered peanuts were so yummy! But alas, this was also a limited edition flavor.

I’m now on a mission to make these all-the-time flavors. They can’t just tease us like that! That’s just cruel!

The server my blog was on got corrupted yet again. This happened before J’s funeral, so I told Chris not to worry about fixing it for a while. What was the point when I didn’t really have anything to blog about? Not that I have a whole lot to share now.

Lately I’ve been fighting a sinus infection (brought on by stress, something that hasn’t happened since I left graduate school). I get up in the mornings and go to the Y where I wheeze my way through step class. Then I go to work where I spend most of my time hiding out in Robin’s lab. Then I go home and become one with the couch. The couch and I have been pretty inseparable these days. I think I’ve just about formed a Cindy groove into the cushions. I’ve barely even been able to peel myself off the couch in order to prepare dinner. Thank Buddha for all the leftovers and Chris who has actually done most of the cooking these days.

This week I am putting forth my best effort to get back in some sort of a routine. The sinus infection has been downgraded to more of a nasal drip. I received a new issue of Yoga Journal on Saturday that has inspired me to get back on my yoga mat. So, today after work, instead of improving on the Cindy grove in the couch I vow to do at least thirty minutes of yoga.

Baby steps.