Oct. 10th, 2008 11:27 pm
alrescate: (Wuv)
When you see this, post in your own journal with your favorite quote from The Princess Bride. Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.

There are so to pick just one? I can't so you get more than one.

Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The most famous is never get involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this: never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...
[Vizzini stops suddenly, and falls dead to the right]

Valerie: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife. But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more.
alrescate: (Default)

This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror where one could read it every day. You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.

1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. You are special and unique.

8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take another look.

11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

And always remember.....
When life hands you lemons,
Ask for Gin and call me over!!
alrescate: (crazy random)

Lab Ying & Yang
Originally uploaded by alrescate3
Only in my house would a dog make a hole in the ceiling.

Yeah. Long story...the short version? Jackson got into the attic and got trapped over our bedroom. He made a hole in the ceiling in the bathroom as he was floundering around trying to find his way out. (He didn't fall all the way through.) It took us at least 45 minutes to get him out of the attic. There was fiberglass insulation flying all over the place.

btw: dogs don't want to be lowered through a twelve inch by twelve inch access panel.
alrescate: (Default)

Together again
Originally uploaded by alrescate3
Nathan and Matthew are sharing a crib for the first time!
alrescate: (Default)
Yesterday as I was packing the car to go to the hospital I saw a hummingbird on the floor of the garage. She was tangled in cobwebs and had probably been in the garage all night.

I picked her up and was pleased to see she still had enough energy to struggle. I got a better hold on her and took her into the house shouting for Mralrescate. He had happened to make some hummer hooch the night before so we had some sugar water ready to give her.

We took her outside and started removing the cobwebs from her feathers and feet while giving her drinks of sugar water. She flew out of my hands a couple of times but was still so tangled (and confused) that she couldn't figure out how to fly off the porch. We were able to gently snag her to continue removing cobwebs and giving small drinks of water. At one point she flew onto my chest with her wings and tail feathers spread. Her lovely green irridescent feather were quite a sight on my red shirt. Mralrescate proceeded to give her drinks of sugar water while she was on my chest which resulted in quite a bit of sugar water down my shirt.

As we were removing one more bunch of cobwebs from her feathers she flew again and this time made under the porch roof and slowly up to a tree in the yard.

I hope she was able to recover.

What about the bruises?

Well when she was on my shirt, Mralrescate said he would be pouring less sugar water down my shirt if I was sitting down. So I leaned against the door so I could squat down to give a better angle. Unfortunately for me the door wasn't completely closed and I fell into the house with all the dogs around me. (They had been standing at the door watching us.) Luckily the dogs decided not to rush out to escape and the hummingbird was not harmed. I, however, have a couple of bruises on my arm.
alrescate: (B & W me)
I just heard that Randy Pausch died on July 25th. He was the professor who gave the inspirational "Last Lecture" that can be seen on YouTube among other places. He died from complications from pancreatic cancer at the age of 47.

For an article click this link:

The whole lecture can be seen here:

You'll also be able to find "highlights" of the speech from that YouTube page as well as the shortened speech he did on Oprah.
alrescate: (The hammer is my penis)
Last night I was holding Matthew. He was a bit ticked because I didn't have a bottle or a boobie to stuff in his mouth so I sang to him. What did I sing? "On the rise" from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

He liked it.


btw: If you missed seeing Dr. Horrible it is currently running on hulu with a brief commercial at the beginning.
alrescate: (how's it sit?)
I've been singing along non-stop since Wednesday....I can't wait for Act Three on Saturday.

Destroying the status quo because the status is...not...quo...
alrescate: (cute but psycho)
Should I worry that my breast pump sounds like it's saying "REDRUM"?

Yeah. Maybe I should be getting more sleep.

So how are all my friends? I don't have time to try to catch up with you all (and I'm not going to even have time to check on you regularly) so why don't you do me a favor and check and let me know the highlights and/or the low-lights of what's been going on in your life since I've been in Twinland.

BTW: Being back at work stinks.
alrescate: (cute but psycho)
Cut for length )
alrescate: (Yay!)
I had my first turtle rescue of the year today!

(Pleased that I can still possibly move faster than a turtle. Of course I don't know that for sure as he ducked into his shell as I approached.)
alrescate: (Jackson & me)
You may have heard of Dr. Randy Pausch. He recently gave a lecture at Carnegie Mellon University. Dr. Pausch knew he was dying of Pancreatic cancer when he gave a lecture in a series of professors giving their "Last lecture..."

He recently gave an eleven minute version of this lecture on Oprah. I think it's well worth watching if you haven't yet.

You can find the original lecture on YouTube.


Feb. 28th, 2008 03:20 pm
alrescate: (Default)

My friend [profile] wandererjen just posted this article from the New York Times about lying. It talks about the development of lying in is very informative and gives me quite a bit to think about.
alrescate: (Opus)
This cartoon reminded me how much I adore Brekeley Breathed.
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This is the second section of my part of the story.

Dick Bullen made a step forward, hesitated, and glanced over his shoulder into
the deserted room. Everything was quiet. With a sudden resolution he parted
his huge mustaches with both hands and stooped over the sleeping boy. But
even as he did so a mischievous blast, lying in wait, swooped down the
chimney, rekindled the hearth, and lit up the room with a shameless glow
from which Dick fled in bashful terror.

His companions were already waiting for him at the crossing. Two of them
were struggling in the darkness with some strange misshapen bulk, which as
Dick came nearer took the semblance of a great yellow horse.

It was the mare. She was not a pretty picture. From her Roman nose to her
rising haunches, from her arched spine hidden by the stiff machillas of a
Mexican saddle, to her thick, straight, bony legs, there was not a line of
equine grace. In her half-blind but wholly vicious white eyes, in her
protruding under lip, in her monstrous color, there was nothing but
ugliness and vice.

"Now then," said Staples, "stand cl'ar of her heels, boys, and up with you.
Don't miss your first holt of her mane, and mind ye get your off stirrup
QUICK. Ready!"

There was a leap, a scrambling struggle, a bound, a wild retreat of the
crowd, a circle of flying hoofs, two springless leaps that jarred the
earth, a rapid play and jingle of spurs, a plunge, and then the voice of
Dick somewhere in the darkness, "All right!"

"Don't take the lower road back onless you're hard pushed for time! Don't
hold her in down hill! We'll be at the ford at five. G'lang! Hoopa! Mula!

A splash, a spark struck from the ledge in the road, a clatter in the rocky
cut beyond, and Dick was gone.
alrescate: (Default)
This is for the [profile] storytimeatlj community.

"How Santa Claus Came to Simpson's Bar"

The Old Man partly opened the door and peered through. His guests were
sitting there sociably enough, and there were a few silver coins and a lean
buckskin purse on the table. "Bettin' on suthin -- some little game or
'nother. They're all right," he replied to Johnny, and recommenced his

"I'd like to take a hand and win some money," said Johnny, reflectively,
after a pause.

The Old Man glibly repeated what was evidently a familiar formula, that if
Johnny would wait until he struck it rich in the tunnel he'd have lots of
money, etc., etc.

"Yes," said Johnny, "but you don't. And whether you strike it or I win it,
it's about the same. It's all luck. But it's mighty cur'o's about Chrismiss
-- ain't it? Why do they call it Chrismiss?"

Perhaps from some instinctive deference to the overhearing of his guests,
or from some vague sense of incongruity, the Old Man's reply was so low as
to be inaudible beyond the room.

"Yes," said Johnny, with some slight abatement of interest, "I've heerd o'
HIM before. Thar, that'll do, dad. I don't ache near so bad as I did. Now
wrap me tight in this yer blanket. So. Now," he added in a muffled whisper,
"sit down yer by me till I go asleep." To assure himself of obedience, he
disengaged one hand from the blanket and, grasping his father's sleeve,
again composed himself to rest.

For some moments the Old Man waited patiently. Then the unwonted stillness
of the house excited his curiosity, and without moving from the bed, he
cautiously opened the door with his disengaged hand, and looked into the
main room. To his infinite surprise it was dark and deserted. But even then
a smouldering log on the hearth broke, and by the upspringing blaze he saw
the figure of Dick Bullen sitting by the dying embers.


Dick started, rose, and came somewhat unsteadily toward him.

"Whar's the boys?" said the Old Man.

"Gone up the canyon on a little pasear. They're coming back for me in a
minit. I'm waitin' round for 'em. What are you starin' at, Old Man?" he
added with a forced laugh; "do you think I'm drunk?"

The Old Man might have been pardoned the supposition, for Dick's eyes were
humid and his face flushed. He loitered and lounged back to the chimney,
yawned, shook himself, buttoned up his coat and laughed. "Liquor ain't so
plenty as that, Old Man. Now don't you git up," he continued, as the Old
Man made a movement to release his sleeve from Johnny's hand. "Don't you
mind manners. Sit jest whar you be; I'm goin' in a jiffy. Thar, that's them

There was a low tap at the door. Dick Bullen opened it quickly, nodded
"Good night" to his host, and disappeared. The Old Man would have followed
him but for the hand that still unconsciously grasped his sleeve. He could
have easily disengaged it: it was small, weak, and emaciated. But perhaps
because it WAS small, weak, and emaciated, he changed his mind, and,
drawing his chair closer to the bed, rested his head upon it. In this
defenceless attitude the potency of his earlier potations surprised him.
The room flickered and faded before his eyes, reappeared, faded again, went
out, and left him -- asleep.

Meantime Dick Bullen, closing the door, confronted his companions. "Are you
ready?" said Staples. "Ready," said Dick; "what's the time?" "Past twelve,"
was the reply; "can you make it? -- it's nigh on fifty miles, the round
trip hither and yon." "I reckon," returned Dick, shortly. "Whar's the
mare?" "Bill and Jack's holdin' her at the crossin'." "Let 'em hold on a
minit longer," said Dick.

He turned and re-entered the house softly. By the light of the guttering
candle and dying fire he saw that the door of the little room was open. He
stepped toward it on tiptoe and looked in. The Old Man had fallen back in
his chair, snoring, his helpless feet thrust out in a line with his
collapsed shoulders, and his hat pulled over his eyes. Beside him, on a
narrow wooden bedstead, lay Johnny, muffled tightly in a blanket that hid
all save a strip of forehead and a few curls damp with perspiration.
alrescate: (read)

This is part six of "The Lottery" a story we are reading in the [profile] storytimeatlj community. If you would like to hear the whole story check out this entry:
alrescate: (Dogs)

Nap time
Originally uploaded by alrescate3
Since my flickr page seems to be all dog pictures....I thought I'd dog up my LJ as well. I can't seem to be bothered to do a proper post today so you will have to just make do with a photo of a lazy dog.....

For those playing along, this is Zoe. She picked us as her new people not that long ago. (She's named Zoe because she is obviously a Browncoat.)
alrescate: (Scream)
I can't get the Beatles song 'Day Tripper' out of my head. Please make it stop.

Got a good reason for taking the easy way out,
Got a good reason for taking the easy way out - now,

She was a day tripper,
One way ticket, yeh,
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there,
She's a big teaser, she took me half the way there - now,

She was a day tripper,
One way ticket, yeh.
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.

Tried to please her, she only played one night stands,
Tried to please her, she only played one night stands - now,

She was a day tripper,
Sunday driver, yeh,
It took me so long to find out, and I found out.
Day tripper, yeh.
alrescate: (how's it sit?)

Spel chek anywon?
Originally uploaded by alrescate3
You would think that they would have been a bit more careful...

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