Poohcula

Seen lurking around the 'hood.

Dracupooh
Dracpoohla
Vampooh
Poohpire
Pooh the Impaler

but I think Poohcula is best!

I PALE at the comparison...

you are paleturquoise #AFEEEE

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is low - You stay out of stressful situations and advise others to do the same. You may not be the go-to person when something really needs done, but you know never to blow things out of proportion. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

Here's what I happen to be wearing today...
dark turquoise t-shirt, with blue, green and bright turquoise glass beads and my big honking turquoise gumball ring from the Eiteljorg Museum gift shop. So turquoise? Yes, but pale??? I don't think so. Actually when asked my favorite color, my answer is usually green (all shades...LOVE greens!) Although sometimes, I've also been known to say 'purple'.

Yet another reason I'm glad to be a woman...

...is that I don't have to carry all my important stuff in my pockets because I can jam it all into a PURSE!

My friend Deb did a photo documentary about cleaning her purse which amused me to no end, because she had this big roomy purse and seemingly (in my opinion) not a whole lot of stuff that needed to be cleaned out of it.

Which got me thinking about my purse. So I decided to clean it out and see how much stuff I could dispense with. Here's my purse with all it's contents dumped
out in front of it:

I know, you're probably thinking "how does all that crap fit into that purse?", but it does - and I'm able to access everything without dumping my whole purse out.

here's a view from the top.

Mostly it's just receipts and paper stuff that I need to clean out from my purse on a regular basis. Today I had my checkbook because I had to go make my car payment, but otherwise I don't normally carry my checkbook with me. So anyway, I repacked the essentials, sorted through the paper and this is what I came up with to either pitch or put away when I got home.

To the left is my neatly organized purse, then some expired coupons and a couple of sale flyers - my movie stub from seeing 'Corpse Bride' a couple weekends ago - that's the throwaway pile. My checkbook and an envelope with receipts can get put away when I get home. A rubber keychain from the car dealer when I took my car to get repaired last week to put in the big 'junk drawer' I like to call "home". A grosgrain ribbon that was a spritzer sample of my new perfume that I'll tack to my bulletin board here at work. A ballpoint pen that says "I *heart* Longaberger" that I'll also keep at work. My Goddess spell beads that I need to put away at home and some misc. change for the change jar.

Even though the paragraph explaining the piles looks pretty long, that's not really that much stuff compared to all the things I put back into my purse from the big "master pile".

How do guys get away with just carrying keys and a wallet?

The Cubicle Gallery

Thanks to a recent aquistion by fabric artist Deb R., the cubicle gallery has decided to showcase various exhibits online. I hope that you will enjoy the tour!

If a tree falls in a forest...

...along the same line of thought, if cat food is put into a bowl and no cat is around to see it happen, did the cat actually get fed?

Ha! In no imminent danger of starvation, my cats are quite impatient about getting fed in the morning. Eleanor starts with the loud vocal demands about an hour before my alarm goes off. Once I'm finally awake, Annie is in charge of the penetrating gaze of feline disgust if I (gasp!) take a detour from a direct path to the kitchen...which I always do, because quite frankly a full morning bladder trumps serving up a couple bowls of Eukanuba to a pair of fat cats.

So this morning, although I vaguely remember that Ellie was sounding her morning trumpet, when I finally quit hitting the snooze alarm and rolled out of bed there were no cat wranglers at my feet trying to herd me straight to the kitchen. I took my shower, picked out my outfit for the day (black pants...a blank canvas for the art of cat hair) and leisurely strolled toward the kitchen. I measured the food into their dishes and put fresh water into their bowls. Still no cats. I walk back down the hall and see Eleanor snoozing in the middle of the living room floor and when I walk into the bedroom to put on my makeup and finish getting ready for work, Annie is sacked out at the foot of the bed. Once I'm done with all the fashion and coiffure tasks at hand, I trapse back down the hall one last time to put my lunch into my tote bag and make my exit. This time the also popular sound of an opening refrigerator rouses my sleeping beauties and next thing I know, they're blocking the doorway blinking their drowsy eyes while waiting for me to open the food bin and put their daily rations down into their matching dishes. I point to the bowls and tell them "it's already served ladies...go ahead and get it!" Eleanor blinks some more and Annie starts in with the evil eye. I sling my lunch bag and purse over my shoulder and bend down to shake one of the bowls slightly, clearly demonstrating it's recently refilled state of being. This, however did nothing to provoke a sudden rush to the feeding frenzy. Eleanor is casting a nostalgic look toward the food bin and Annie hasn't broken her threatening stare.

I give up, take a wide step over them to exit the kitchen and leave for work.