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    December 31

    Maybe

    Maybe in February I'll be able to unravel some of the knots.
    December 30

    I just had a nap!

    I just had a two hour nap*.
    I never do that.
    If I nap, it's usually for 15-30 minutes, max.
    Betcha I'm up all night.
    I feel all disoriented. More than usual, I mean.
     
     
     
    *some ppl (me) would argue that a period of sleep longer than 30-45 minutes would be considered a 'sleep', not a 'nap'.
    December 28

    Pick me up love...everyday

    Dudes, I love the Dave Matthews Band. Love, loooove, luuuuuurve them. I realize this isn't a shock to most of you. I received a few DMB cds for Christmas and they have stoked my fire. Sooo good.
     
    DMB is never better than when they're live. From my first show in 2000 in Buffalo, where I had *third row* seats, I've been hooked on seeing them live. I've never seen anything like it; five artists independently working together--the synergy these guys have together is awesome, and the musicianship is divine--and that's just the band; the real interesting part of a DMB show is the fans, and their interaction with the band. It sounds hokey, but the audience, for the most part, feels like a community. Like you're in a crowd with 30,000 of your best friends. Fans are really friendly, comparing past shows, setlists and trading email addresses to send each other shows (the band allows fans to tape shows). I've made many friends thru going to shows; most notably K-Mart, Keeter and Brenden, as well as a bunch of others. It's been nothing but positive experience.
     
    I was thinking about the last time I felt free. I mean totally unaware of myself, or anything really...you know, free from worries that you're not enough of anything and too much of something....and it was at the DMB show in June, with K-Mart. Shaking our money makers, singing like fools---you know that kind of happy where you find yourself grinning from ear to ear, and you're totally unselfconscious? That kind of happy.
     
    Listening to "Everyday" in my car this morning took me back to that night. As I mentioned, DMB and their audience are pretty interactive, and fans tend to notice every single nuance to a song--Dave held a note longer? Or sang a different lyric? You can bet we all notice. Anyway, there are two songs that fans have conjoined during live performances--during the intro to "Everyday", the audience spontaneously starts singing part of "#36"...and I know you're going to think I'm a total sap, but that is such an awesome moment. It's just Dave playing acoustic, Boyd using the wah-wah pedal a bit, and everyone in the audience singing, in unison, the lyrics to another song. A real Kumbaya moment. Imagine how awesome that must be as an artist? I would think that would be one of the coolest moments during a live performance, and pretty gratifying.
    I wish there were more moments like that in my life.
     
    I guess I better go smoke a j, eat some Doritos and hack the sack now.
     
     
    Pick me up from the bottom
    Up to the top love everyday
    Pay no mind to taunts or advances
    I take my chances on everyday
    Left to right, up and down love
    I push up love love everyday
    Jump in the mud
    Get your hands dirty with
    Love it up everyday
     
     
    December 27

    Courtesy of Rob

    My cousin Hanna is 5, and she asked Santa for a Princess outfit for Christmas. She came to the family party yesterday dressed in full princess regalia.
    Rob thought this was funny (and it is!).
    Or rather, he thought the picture would be funnier with a caption.
    The original photo is on the right, Rob's doctored version on the left.
    Too funny!

    And on the sixth day, there was solitude.

    Sweet, sweet solitude.
     
    I love my family, but 5 consecutive days of visiting is about all Tuckle can handle. It was busy, a little over the top some of the time, but it was fun. It felt like all I did was cook, open presents and wash dishes for 96 hours. There are worse fates, I know.
     
    Tomorrow, the return to work. Blargh.
     
     
    And I have no New Year's plans. Which maybe isn't a bad thing. Actually, maybe it's the best thing. I have options, but perhaps should stay in and be anti-social.
     
     
     
    Audience participation: did you receive a gift that surprised you this Christmas? Joe, do not say that you had a surprise in your pants....cuz that's not a surprise.
     
    Some pictures. C'mon, you love em!
     
    December 24

    'Twas the night before Christmas

    Happy Christmas,dudes! Hope everyone has a happy and safe holiday. Drink some nog and hang out near the mistletoe, you know that's what I'll be doin'.
    December 23

    Place yer bets

    Pops is coming over for lunch today. Anyone want to wager if he'll ask why I'm not/when will I be married?
     
    I'd bet, but I'm not fond of losing.
    December 21

    I'd be insulted if it wasn't so funny

    -----Original Message-----

    From: Sista

    Sent: Thursday, December 21, 2006 10:38 AM

    To: Tuckle

    Subject: RE: order

     

     

    SO, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE SOOO RETARDED? I MEAN 'SPECIAL' YOU ARE

    ALMOST TOO RETARDED TO BE CLASSIFIED AS A 'TARD.

     

    MERRY CHRISTMAS MUK MUK!

    -----Original Message-----

    From: Tuckle

    Sent: Thursday, December 21, 2006 10:40 AM

    To: Sista

    Subject: RE: order

     

    My new year's resolution is to stop talking to you.

     

     

    -----Original Message-----
    From: Sista
    Sent: Thursday, December 21, 2006 10:41 AM
    To: Tuckle
    Subject: RE: order

     

     

    Alright, but consider yourself lonely.

    That gives me inspiration to write a children's book, I will title it

    "The Lonely Little Retard"

     

     

    How cool is this?!

    Lizard Love a Truly Singular Sensation


    Female Komodo dragons don't need males to reproduce, researchers find
    -- Robert Preidt

    WEDNESDAY, Dec. 20 (HealthDay News) -- When it comes to males, it seems female Komodo dragons can take 'em or leave 'em.

    That's because female Komodo dragons don't need males to produce offspring, according to an article in this week's issue of the journal Nature.

    The article describes parthenogenesis in two female Komodo dragons at zoos in the United Kingdom. Parthenogenesis, the production of offspring without fertilization by a male, is rare in vertebrate species.

    Flora, a Komodo dragon at Chester Zoo, used parthenogenesis to produce a clutch of 11 viable eggs earlier this year. Three of the eggs were crushed during incubation and provided researchers with embryonic material for DNA tests. The remaining eight eggs are developing normally and are expected to hatch in January 2007, the article said.

    Another female Komodo called Sungai -- a resident of the London Zoo -- produced four offspring more than two years after her last contact with a male. She later produced more offspring after mating with a male.

    The authors of the article said these cases of "reproductive plasticity" suggest that female Komodo are able to switch between asexual and sexual reproduction, depending on the availability of a male mate. This has implications for breeding this endangered species in captivity.

    Most zoos keep only female Komodo dragons, while males are shipped around to different zoos for breeding. But the authors of this article suggest that it may be best to keep male and females together at zoos in order to avoid parthenogenesis in females, which they say decreases genetic diversity.

    December 18

    Yadda yadda

    Ah, the rush of the holidays. Knowing that I won't have a moment to myself for the next solid week....hoping that I can get thru it with some semblance of grace and not feel too stressed--after all, the holidays are for enjoying yourself, not being stressed about enjoying yourself. Just a few final preparations and I'll be set. I hope.
     
    My step-sister has managed to throw a wrench into our 10 yr old tradition of getting together with our respective parents for brunch on Christmas Day. We'll still be getting together, only later in the day. Not to seem inflexible (or petty. I know that's a stretch), but the two of us have never had much common ground and any little thing seems like an infraction. The good news is that this is pretty much the only time throughout the entire year that I have to see her. And I realize that if that's my biggest problem I should just shut the hell up, so I will.
     
    My sister and her neighbors organized a party, which took place on Saturday night. They rented a room at the local legion, and sold tickets for $10/. They had over 100 people show up, an excellent turn out. They had a 50/50 draw and in total gave away almost $1000 in prizes. They had a food drive for the local food bank, and donated money to the Veteran's Fund. They did all the food themselves, as well as taking care of the music. They put a lot of planning into the party, and it paid off. Everyone had a great time. J-Bot came, and he got carded! Haha, it was so funny. That mothertrucker is 30 years old and looks every day of it. Of course he was flattered beyond belief. My Grandma was there as well, wearing a red velvet jumpsuit...shoulda seen her dancing to the Newfie Stomp, I thought she was gonna stomp right thru the floor.
     
    Tomorrow night I'm going to visit Baby McHugh, who I hear is soon going to be called Baby McHuge at the rate he's growing. Can't wait to see the wee bairn.
     
    Ta for now.
    December 17

    I love me some Calvin

    Hopefully these show up. Stoopid Windows Live Spaces.

     

    Calvin's Snowmen

          



     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     




     



     

    Carrying on

    I've mentioned my Nan's (my dad's mum) prowess in all things domestic, but this was never more evident than during the holidays. During the holidays my Nan's kitchen overflowed with anything and everything you could think of: fruitcake (ick, but people used to eat it) pies, every.single.cookie.imaginable. Seriously. I don't know how many different kinds of cookies she made every year, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was a dozen or more.
     
    When my Nan died, I inherited her recipe books. Handwritten on soft yellowing paper, in shorthand, or torn out of magazines, most of the recipes had notations on them; "George's favorite", "Patti doesn't like walnuts", that sort of thing. My dad's longstanding favorite is Chocolate Peanut Butter Balls....a deceptively tedious recipe despite consisting of only three ingredients. My father thinks peanut butter is a food group in and of itself, and thinks these cookies are divine. Nan used to make a tin full of them just for him. His Christmas wouldn't be complete without them.
     
    Since Nan passed, I've taken over the Chocolate Peanut Butter Ball making. Every single year I swear it will be the last, because they're such a pain in the arse. But I always make them, because I know my dad enjoys them so much, and I'm glad to carry on a tradtion that Nan started. I always make sure dad gets a tin full that he doesn't have to share unless he wants to. Just like Nan would have.

    A conundrum...

    How is it that one can be too much and not enough at the same time?
    December 16

    Here's a thought:

    Maybe I expect too much.
    December 15

    RIP, homegrrrl

    Today I had to put my beloved homegrrrl Chloe to sleep. Her health had been failing for a few weeks. The decision did not come easily, but it was time.
     
    Chloe was probably the best cat in the world (alright, I might be a LITTLE biased). Jewelry thief, coin stealer, meth lab owner/operator, sleeper in plastic bags, barfer on clean quilts,sock liberator,chair hog--you name it, she did it. She even played fetch.
     
    So farewell my furry friend. I'll miss you sleeping on my back every night.
     
    Shout out to Dr. Brar, who has been awesome these past 11 years.
     
     
     
    December 13

    Audience Participation Time

    If you could have anything your heart desires, what would you ask Santa for?

    5 Things

    1. Hot Darren came into the office yesterday. That man ooooozes the sex. He's grown his hair long since I last saw him. Normally I don't like long hair, but it works on him. Possibly because he's so friggin hot. Did I mention he's hot? Cuz he is.
    2. I've never been to Taco Bell.
    3. Trevor 'Hulked' right out of his shirt today! He stretched really big and riiiiiiip! His shirt split down the back. It was awesome.
    4. I'm pretty sure JLo's husband (Marc Anthony) is actually a zombie.

     

     

    Focus

    It worries me, how easily I lose sight of what I know.
     
    December 12

    Maybe it's genetics (just like wetting the bed)

     
    -----Original Message-----
    From: Seester
    Sent: Tuesday, December 12, 2006 2:10 PM
    To: Tuckle
    Subject: The cat is going to kill me
     

    Mom was talking about how many presents there are under the tree so this is what I wrote to
    her:

    I WILL SCALE THE WALLS AND JUMP ONTO THE BALCONY, THEN I WILL BUST THRU THE
    SLIDING GLASS DOORS AND WREAK HAVOC ON ALL THE PREZZIES!! AHAHAHAA

    To which she replied:
    Oh, you wild girl! I've trained Chloe (the cat) to attack any intruders & yes that means
    family as well, especially you. I've been showing Chloe your picture all day
    & she's all wound up & ready to go, so beware. She's already killed once & you
    know once a beast has had a taste of blood that's all they think of, so I
    would think twice before I tried to enter Ms. Chloe's domain. BEWARE!!!
     
     

    December 11

    Joni Mitchell is dirty.

    The other day I was absentmindedly listening to a song from Sarah McLachlan's(this alone is a subject worthy of it's own post, as I think Sarah is best to sing funeral dirges, etc) new holiday album. The song was "River", a song I am not unfamiliar with (lyrics by Joni Mitchell) but I had never heard the line in red before:
    I made my baby cry
    He tried hard to help me
    You know, he put me at ease
    And he loved me so naughty
    Made me weak in the knees
    Oh I wish I had a river
    I could skate away on
    Im so hard to handle
    Im selfish and Im sad
    Now Ive gone and lost the best baby
    That I ever had
     
    Joni Mitchell, you dirty dawg! And here I thought I was the only one who the holidays made hor.....er, nevermind. Seriously, nevermind.