A gaggle of these little guys (gals) hang out in the basin beside my apartment. When I started feeding the birds, they hurried up the hill and partook of the food as well. I rarely see them fly, but I know they can. They prefer walking around on the ground and running away when something scares them. They've taken to sitting on my porch and waiting for the food to drop down. What are they? I think they are quail. They run in packs, but two of them have taken a special liking to my porch. They aren't as dramatically-colored as the pictures of quail on the net, but they do have little whatchamacallits on the top of their heads.

Jason says he's going to shave off all of his facial hair. We'll see how that goes.

Ferguson and I just got back from our walk. I brought the camera to take pictures of the ridiculous snow on the Sandia Mountains in effin' mid-April. The weather is nice today--upper 50s with sun. It's due to climb up to the mid-60s later this afternoon.

the walk turned into ferguson picture spam )

I have a myriad of veggies left over from our produce box this week. It looks like we're having pasta with zucchini, asparagus, and kale for dinner.

I'm working on a top secret knitting project that is going to be Doctor Who related and made of complete awesome. Jason is super excited about it.
this is what my dog does all afternoon )

The woman who lives on the other end of my building feeds the birds. There was a squirrel beneath her bird feeder when I walked by yesterday. !!!!! I love squirrels and there aren't enough of them around here. I also love birds and rabbits which are all in abundance in the basin my patio looks over. So, I decided to feed the birds/squirrels/rabbits/hummingbirds/whatever. The rabbit already gets lettuce, but I did need a bird feeder. Only I can make such a simple decision and turn it into an $80 shopping excursion. For real. I had to buy the super large pot with soil. Then I had to buy the flowers to put in the pot and the shepherd's hook. Not to mention the bird feeder and bird seed. Sheesh. However, I should have a teeming population of songbirds, hummingbirds, squirrels, and rabbits soon.

The little weirdo door to the left is a storage closet that I have filled with old pots and dried up soil.
anogete: (mill owners)
( Mar. 30th, 2009 10:45 pm)
I met Farmer Monte! I played it cool, but I was totally jazzed because he's like a celebrity to me.

Farmer Monte is the fellow who runs Los Poblanos Organics. He's an organic gardening guru. I get my weekly CSA produce boxes from Los Poblanos, and they are the best thing ever. Anyway, I switched the pick up location this week, and Farmer Monte was there. He bestowed me with a box of fresh fruits and veggies. Only I could get excited over meeting the guy who grows my veggies. Really. This week's box had asparagus in it, and I roasted the bunch this evening for dinner. A bit of olive oil, some sea salt, a dash of pepper, and some minced garlic make asparagus very happy. I could live off it.

recipe for delicious ragout )

Spring, please come to me. I hate this cold weather. Living in the foothills of the city has its perks (yay for hiking on the trails across the street), but one of them is not the high winds and chilly temperatures compared to where I work down by the river.

I'm making progress on my Doctor Who fic! It's written with the exception of the epilogue and a few bits and pieces I need to insert into the last few chapters. I hope to have the first chapter or two posted next week.
I was skiving off work this morning while running an errand and popped by Cost Plus World Market. I'm not sure who is responsible for all the lovely metal sculptures there, but I whipped out my cell to take a couple pictures.

beware of the dragon! )

I'm well and truly writing again. Who knows how long it will last, but I'm enjoying it while I am able. I hope to have the lovely chaptered fic (25,000+ words!) finished in a few days. So excited over my ability to write again I might even make a banner for the fic with pretty pictures of the Doctor (Nine) and Rose.

in which my status as a potential militia member and the state of our fascist government is discussed )
anogete: (carnivale)
( Mar. 16th, 2009 08:12 pm)
After a stifling day in the office, I had to get some fresh air after dinner this evening, so I took Ferguson on a walk to the park. It was all blue skies and sunshine with temperatures in the mid-60s. If you're not enjoying Spring yet, then I send my Spring mojo your way.

other pictures behind the cut, including ferguson attempting to point a rabbit out to me )

I had uploaded several of the Learn Welsh Podcasts to my iPod, and I listened to them while walking Ferguson. I'm sure everyone at the park thought I was nutty, running around calling out random phrases in Welsh.

My laundry is in shambles. I half-assed it last week and ended up leaving a load in the washer and another in the drier. I have two other loads piled in my bathroom floor. I hate laundry.
anogete: (ferg)
( Jan. 24th, 2009 02:11 pm)
Jason now has anti-anxiety medication and a referral for a psychotherapy place. He's still unable to sleep and nervous, but he appears to be dealing with it a bit better. The doctor was quite pleased that he had decided to come in and get help. I only know this because Jason made me go back to the exam room with him for moral support.

In an effort to get his mind off things, he went to see Gran Turino with his dad this morning. I opted out and took Ferguson on a long walk instead. The weather was perfect--about fifty degrees with a slight breeze and overcast skies. It felt like autumn instead of winter, and the fresh air did me quite a bit of good since I've not slept well the past three nights either. Ferguson, of course, enjoyed himself immensely. He's a dog; anything outside would make him happy.

i took pictures of the prettiness )

Now that Jason has arrived home, I've swindled him into buying me ice cream. There will be extensive reading coming up this evening, which will make this a most perfect day.
After I did my sixty minutes on the treadmill, I called for Ferguson. He didn't come, and I didn't see him anywhere in the apartment. When I walked back into the living room, I saw his head, poking out of some old blankets I had piled in the armchair.

the lazy adventures of ferguson, the dog )

Seriously, I have no idea what I would do without this dog. He's the coolest, sweetest dog ever. He's actually asleep on my lap at the moment. I interrupted his nap, so it's the least I could do. If you want a dog, then for goodness sake adopt, don't buy from a pet store or breeder. There are wonderful dogs in public and private shelters that need homes. Ferguson was nearly euthanized because his owners could not afford to pay the vet bills after he was attacked and nearly killed by their larger dog. Luckily, the shelter signed him over to an animal rescue that got him the care he needed so I could adopt him. Please, please, please adopt the doggies that need homes.
I used part of the gift card on something I've been wanting for a while.

what did i get? )

Damn these social engagements. Damn them. We're leaving in a few minutes to go to Jason's paternal grandmother's house. We haven't seen her for two years, even though she lives in the same city. She's just very... weird. And she mostly speaks Spanish, so Jason finds it very difficult to converse with her since he speaks zero Spanish. I can muddle my way through some things, but I have no idea what to talk to her about. Luckily, Jason's dad and sister will be there as well. And Jason's aunt and uncle, who are very odd. They are deeply religious with approximately five gazillion crucifixes in their home. Everyone in the family suspects they have never actually had sex before, despite being married for nearly thirty years. How can one live without the sexors? How?
anogete: (finger)
( Dec. 19th, 2008 04:55 pm)
I am an ungrateful wench. I took this picture to express my sentiments toward this damn company Christmas party.

boo )

I shouldn't be whining about my attendance. On Wednesday, I went to the mall and paid for twenty-eight glorious pre-paid credit cards, all of which contain five hundred bucks. They will be handed out to all the employees at the party tonight, including me. I should be excited to get my gift card. Instead, I'm moping because I have to make myself presentable for a semi-formal occasion. My hair is still jacked up, and I need to fix it with some sort of hairspray. Can I just stay home and watch movies instead of watching my co-workers get shit-faced? Please?
anogete: (jayne cunning)
( Dec. 10th, 2008 10:18 pm)
I finished my hat! It was terribly large when I finished knitting it. The brim actually fell to my shoulders when I put it on, and two heads could have fit instead the width of it. However, as promised, after the felting was complete the hat was the perfect size. You can't see it from the pictures, but the back of it has a little slit with the black yarn continuing up from the brim to line it.

i have no idea why i look so vacant and brainless in this picture )

I've never before endeavored to knit a hat with the intention of felting it. I love the look, but I was just afraid the sizing would come out all wrong. Luckily, it didn't. I just felted it until it fit on my head nicely. Now I'm properly attired for winter.

P.S. - I still haven't started the fourth novel in J.R. Ward's Black Dagger Brotherhood, but I've developed a total crush on Vishous. That's how you spell it, right? I love him, and I love the way he always says, "True?" That's such a minuscule quirk to obsess over, but it makes my heart go pitter-patter. Plus, he listens to thumping rap music. I can hang with that as long as it is quality stuff.
What do I have? What?

de treadmill, boss! de treadmill )

It folds up to save space, but it is surprisingly sturdy for a folding treadmill. Unfortunately, I'm still sickly, so I can't really use it. I did jump on it for a 30-second jog, but even that wiped me out. As soon as I regain use of my lungs (i.e. get rid of all this mucus), I am so on that baby.
Went and picked up my eyeglasses this morning. I love getting new glasses. I'm still adjusting to these, and my left eye feels all out of whack because my prescription changed slightly. I miss my old pair, but these are growing on me.

in which I act like a super!dork in pictures to show off the glasses )

Have I mentioned how obsessed I am with A Song of Ice and Fire? Holy crap, obsessed.
anogete: (Close V)
( Nov. 8th, 2008 09:43 pm)
Have I mentioned how much I hate parties? I have? Well, let me reiterate, I hate parties. This party, that party, those parties, all parties. Are there people at that party? Then I hate that party. I feel like three-fourth of the people in this world are psychic vampires, and they all happen to attend the parties I go to just so they can eat my energy and life force. Yes, I'm being paranoid, but I'm half out of my mind with exhaustion. Jason's mother decided that she needed to throw a huge 60th birthday bash. There were well over thirty people there, most of whom I don't know or only see two or three times a year. Did I mention how much I dislike hugging? Yes? Well, drat. I feel like Scrooge here. Or maybe Golem. I hates it, my precious.

The highlight of my day was hiking in the Sandias this morning. I didn't take a great deal of pictures just because I forgot I had the camera with me after the first few minutes. I dragged Jason along, even though he says he hates hiking. He's obviously a liar. Ferguson had great fun bounding through the brush. He's even in a couple of the pictures looking like he thinks he's a German Shepard when he's really just a ten-pound chihuahua.

the pretty pictures )

I haven't seen the past two or three episodes of True Blood. I took a step back because some of the changes were annoying me. How are things going with that? Have they ruined Sam? They were tettering on them when I stopped watching by making him super dooper jealous and protective of Sookie. Has there been more Eric?

I'm going to go take something for this creeping headache and catch a nap while Jason watches stupid B-movies.
anogete: (ferg)
( Oct. 12th, 2008 01:27 pm)
On a whim, I stopped at the discount hair salon (Great Clips?) after my evening walk on Friday. I hadn't intended to get my hair cut when the day began, but by 6:30, it just felt like the right thing to do. I told myself I would return to the fancy shmanchy place, but I just couldn't bear to part with $50+ on a haircut, especially when one can be had for $12. I have books to buy; I can't be dropping that much money on my hair. We will say nothing of my addiction to $27-a-bottle shampoo. I'm weening myself off that as we speak. Yesterday afternoon, I slapped some dark red dye in it and came out with this...

obviously, i still want to be scully... )

And, no, I have no idea why I am holding a Starbucks cup. Apparently, I couldn't part with my double tall pumpkin spice latte for the few seconds it took me to snap the picture. The color is a bit darker than I usually go with, but I enjoy it. Within a few weeks, it will lighten up to a brighter red. I desperately want to dye my hair black, but I look horrible with black hair. I blame my stupid fair complexion.

And, boy, is it cold outside. I had to throw a doggie sweater on Ferguson so we could walk up to the park this morning. The low temperatures have inspired me to pick my knitting back up again. I've promised an old friend a rabbit hat. This is my third attempt at it because I can't seem to get the freakin' gauge right.
anogete: (p&p)
( Sep. 21st, 2008 11:37 am)
Jason's mother is hell bent on going to some wacky French restaurant in Uptown for dinner this evening. She's taking Jason and I out for his birthday. The thing is, I think the restaurant is a breakfast/lunch place, not a dinner place. As far as I know, they close at two o'clock in the afternoon. I've got my fingers crossed that this is true because I'm not a real big fan of French cuisine. Maybe we can talk her into making reservations at the Italian place across the street.

I toted my camera along on the walk Ferguson and I took this morning. Pictures of the lovely, sunny, and cool Sunday morning...

we saw a roadrunner, but it was much too fast for me to get a picture )

I'm so happy autumn is nearly upon us. Walks when the temperature is in the low 60s are such a pleasure.
anogete: (jet)
( Sep. 21st, 2008 12:53 am)
Obviously, I lucked out on this meme since I was reading my flist before going to dinner. Jason's dad (and his dad's girlfriend) were taking us to Japanese Kitchen for yummy food, so I was gussied up. Or at least as gussied up as I get, and we all know that isn't much since eye makeup scares me. I did open the blinds for some natural lighting; I hope that doesn't break the rules. If so, feel free to give me an e-slap on the wrist. The picture sat on my camera until just now when I was able to get online and upload it.

Take a picture of yourself right now
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... Just take the picture
Post the picture with no editing
Post these instructions with your picture.

so, i do look decent in natural lighting, despite my previous assumption that i'd look like a vampire )

I ate too much coffee ice cream, and now I have a tummy ache and can't sleep. Boo to that.

EDIT: I am so in love with Sam Merlotte, you guys. I want to write angsty fanfiction about his unrequited love for Sookie. If only I could write more than two sentences before erasing them in disgust.
anogete: (sam merlotte)
( Sep. 7th, 2008 12:17 pm)
What's on tonight? True Blood, that's what. For the record: so excited. So excited that I might even start liking Bill. At least until Eric shows up around the third or fourth episode. I don't subscribe to HBO or any of the premium movie channels, but DirecTV is offering a few weekend of HBO at the moment, so I'll be able to watch it tonight. In the future, I'll have to depend on all the tech-savvy fans out there who can upload the episodes to YouTube.

Ferguson has a love/hate relationship with the vertical blinds in the living room. They're easy for him to push aside for peeking out in the yard. However, they block the sun and prevent his favorite past-time: sunbathing. Yesterday, he figured out a way around them. Pictorial proof.

I picked up a copy of I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith this weekend. I've heard some good things about it from a few people, and it seems to be the sort of novel I'm in the mood for at the moment. Has anyone on my flist read it? What did you think?
Work is crappy at the moment. Each time I can see the end of the work, some huge project gets plopped in my lap. My eye started twitching around four o'clock this afternoon after going through over one hundred invoices. The only thing that kept me sane was listening to a couple of my favorite indie radio stations that stream on the internet. I heard this song and loved it immediately. After some investigation, I stumbled across this song which is equally as awesome.

I took a picture of the pretty sunset this evening.

orange sky )
I thought this was very cute and a great tribute to dear Mr. Lovecraft.

I haven't really walked or jogged for enjoyment or exercise in about three weeks. With all the craziness going on at the old apartment and preparing for the move, I just wasn't in the mood to do much of anything else. With everything unpacked in the new apartment, I decided it was about time I got back into the swing of things this afternoon. Ferguson and I walked up to the beautiful park by the foothills. It's almost a mile away, which is the perfect length for a walk to and back in the evenings after dinner.

I took the High Desert trails up to the park and noticed an odd (and huge) metal sculpture sitting in the middle of the brush and cacti. I had my cell phone with me, so I took a picture.

a flower from outer space )

It looks like I pasted that into the picture, but I really didn't. I have no idea what it is or is supposed to represent. Anyone want to hazard a guess? Maybe it is just intended to look neat.

I still have this low-level hum of anxiety running through me every minute of the day. Everything is fine now. I have no reason to be anxious or worried or nervous. Whenever this happens, I'm always concerned the anxiety will take hold of me like it did a few years ago and completely wreck my mental health for several months. I hate sitting on the verge of a panic attack over worrying about stupid things.

Oh, and work tomorrow. My inbox is probably overflowing. So crappy. Boo.
anogete: (jet)
( Aug. 21st, 2008 07:59 pm)
Still packing, little by little. Why do I have so much stuff?

A co-worker sent me a picture of Albuquerque, and I was stunned at how beautiful this city can look when caught at just the right angle and time.

albuquerque )

Oh, and if you're not on Shelfari yet, then you should sign up. I'm really enjoying it, and it is a great way to keep track of all the books I own and all the books I want to get. I'm here if you want to friend me.

I promise super-duper wonderful pop/indie music from Denmark once I get settled into the new apartment next week or the week after. I have a load of it on my computer, and the songs are just begging to be released to new ears.


anogete: (Default)


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