Can you translate this from ladel-speak to english?.
what is ladel-speak?
ladel pegs (The page linked has the text and the audio wav file is in the right column).
To apologize for the infrequent site updates would be to imply that there were people sitting around waiting for me to post something. I do not want to assume that my absences really affect anyone’s life on that level; since such an assumption would be an act of arrogance on my part.
For those of you that are actually concerned with my recent whereabouts, I have been busying myself with things other than the internet world, such as: matters of the heart, matters of the stomach, and matters of the mind.
Personal relationships in my life have received more direct focus lately, in that I am spending more time with people in the flesh than people dans la causerie.
Over the past few weeks, I have largely enjoyed spending time in the kitchen testing various recipes and persuing “the perfect stir fry” among other recipes. I hope to make time to add any worthy results to the recipe section of the site.
Sleep has been intermittent at best, moods have been fluctuous, and concentration has been fragmented. I am hoping that in time, things will level out, but I am skeptical.
Last but not least, It is possible that I have lost my mind entirely; but I am not sure how one would come to realize whether he or she had truly lost all sense of sanity.
Yes. yes the Halloween Header is indeed up
It was actually taken down Nov 1 but here is a screen shot
I am still debating on which of the following is more accurate:
a) I am very tired … still.
b) I am very tired … again.
For the past five (or so) nights, I have had an abundance of trouble getting a restful night’s sleep.
Sunday night I lay in bed – worrying about things that seemed important at the time (things I have since dismissed altogether and can no longer remember what they were or why they were important.)
Monday night, my neighbors thought it would be a fantastic night to work on the engine to his 197x Pontiac Lemans, which is not even very special to anyone but himself and his need to cling to his days in High School.
Last night, I had issues with the sheets on the bed. The problem: they no longer smelled like they just came out of the dryer. Of course, they had been out of the dryer and on the bed for three nights; so that isn’t hard to believe.
This morning when I got up, I pulled the sheets off of the bed and put them in the washer. In order to avoid the “someone left me in the washer – damp all day long” musty issue, I added detergent and let it fill with water then opened the lid; allowing them to soak in mildly bleachy soapiness all day while I was at work. Then I came home and let the wash cycle complete and put the sheets in the dryer with 3 fabric sheets. I do have other sheets and it woudl have been easy to put another set on the bed, but this set is a high thread count, super soft and it fits the mattress better than the other sets I have; and as many of you know– when it comes to getting sleep, I need all the help I can get.
I am hoping – on the verge of praying for a good (minimum of) six hours of real sleep. I would put this laptop to sleep and drift off right now – if it weren’t “only eight thirty”.
If I were to try to sleep now, I am POSITIVE that I would wake up around 2:00 a.m., and be done sleeping. This would not be so tragic if I didn’ t have to work tomorrow (but I do), so I am trying to hang on to consciousness until at least nine thirty. I just have to find things with which to occupy myself until then.
During times like this – I call this THE SUMMIT OF MY BORING LIFE – I search random phrases and keywords in (one search engine or another), which is how I found this image, which for some reason amused me.
I tried to visit the “rest” of the site where the image resided — but could not find any further reference to the picture or the story related with it.
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(At Nine o’clock p.m., I turned this thing off and fell asleep.)
I woke up because I could hear a sound which I could not identify. It sounded like doors opening and closing — only I did not recognize the particular door sound as one from my house. I lay there for a few minutes, listening. I wondered what time it was but I was afraid to look at the clock, fearing it would “only be two in the morning.” It felt like early morning. I felt as if I’d slept a good amount of time, and looked at the clock expecting to see 2:00, 3:00 or possibly even a little later… only to find that it was… only eleven.
I could no longer hear any strange and unusual sounds, but got up to check the doors and windows regardless. I am not such a paranoid freak that I go about opening all of the closets; I simply walked down the hall through the living room to the kitchen looking for anything out of place. Finding nothing remarkable, I headed back to bed. I looked at the clock again with resentment. I drank some water and climbed back in bed.
and here I am.
