Stinky the (dead) Pet Stink Bug

I have a (dead) pet stink bug named Stinky. The main reason is that he fell into my life. Literally fell. I was at work and heard something fall onto a windowsill. There was Stinky, right side up. He's still there.

I've photographed him with props and without. It would be interesting to see how he bio-degrades, and if the cleaning staff will remove him. I am going to make it tough by lowering the blinds, on the next day for scheduled cleaning, just to show how 'well' or not they do clean the office.

I got the idea to do this from the bugs that are (always) dying in the back ledge of my car. I am lazy, and do nothing about them. My car is old and paid for, so no reason to clean, right? Okay, I should, but I don't. On with the exciting adventures of Stinky. The (dead) pet stink bug.

I noticed today that his 'wing covering' is starting to dissipate and you can see his wing. He constantly leaning left due to posture issues caused by being dead.

Student in the Middle

The instructor who taught most of my classes in tae kwon do and kum do quit last Tuesday. There is a lot to the story. One person gave one reason. Another person gave other reasons. I am sympathetic to both the employer and the instructor.

I feel as if I am expected to take sides. To join in with the irritation of the instructor who quit, and also leave the school, or to stay where I am. The decision is made, since I have two years left on my contract. The instruction is basically the same, also.

In truth, both sides made mistakes. Both sides need to forgive, if a friendship is to be salvaged. Unfortunately, I do not think this will happen. A new instructor is expected in the next couple weeks. The Grand Master really needs to do this, in order to ensure his business continues smoothly.


It's not what we, the students, necessarily want, but it is what must be. It sort of . . . stinks.




My little (dead) pet stink bug, Stinky . . .

Livejournal Challenge

As a fun challenge to myself, I found a livejournal, through a friend, wherein you write on a deadline, then the stories are voted and people are eliminated one round at a time. Like "musical chairs." Actually, I found 2--both for Stargate. The best description is "last fic writer standing." So far I've only had to do 1 story and in the warm up round, no one's eliminated.

I didn't win the warm up round, but I sure learned a lot in reading the other entries. The next challenge is over on March 8, so I have to get thinking, but I am excited, it's fun!

Not about the snow

This blog is about anything but snow--that can be tomorrow or something. That said, I am giving a shout out to my MOM AND DAD, BILL AND GERRY!! Happy 40th, you two. It is rare to see 2 people married for so long, anymore. Hit the Wayback Time Machine and harken back to Feb. 7, 1970. Dad in his tuxedo, Ma in her wedding gown, such the couple. Then it was off for honeymoon and BOOM Nov. 1970 you entered parenthood. Your daughter had a fine time being an only, until Feb. 1974. Then she was big sister to a little boy. Mom and Dad, you then took a Navy-assigned trip to Morocco where *I* was born. In 1978, you were home again in Virginia where you had another daughter. Some time passed. You lived life and made it through.

Spring of 1983, your lucky 2nd son was born in North Carolina - your second stop there. With family to the North, we all moved North, too, to Maryland, the state that is now my home. Dad retired and worked in the medical field until his true calling in computers caught up with him. Mom, you always worked hard, whether it was a part-time job or at home with us children.

Happy 40th, Mom and Dad, and here's to 40 more! wooo hoo!!

Love, me.