Birds Love Our Yard

I have to say that birds love our yard. And I love the birds. And I love my Digital Rebel (thank you, Honey!)

Here are some pictures from today.

And, oh yes, our cats like the birds too.

Our Copperopolis Anniversary – Staying at Saddle Creek in Copperopolis

As you know from earlier posts, this was our copper anniversary. What you, and my husband, didn’t know, was that part of my gift to him this year was an overnight trip to historic Copperopolis, home of the copper rush in California, staying at the gorgeous Saddle Creek resort. Yes, there was a copper rush in California, and indeed it was extremely important. At one point in time, Copperopolis supplied a majority of the copper needed for the Civil War, in fact.

I’d booked us a bungalow at Saddle Creek – a golfing resort next door to Copperopolis. No, we don’t golf, but that doesn’t matter. Saddle Creek is absolutely amazing in its own right.

These were the views from the sitting area right outside our bungalow door:

And if those don’t convince you that we were just this side of heaven, check out these – taken just outside our door near sunset:

The public areas of Saddle Creek are amazing too! Here is the lodge:

Here’s a view of our room:

And this is Reid, the bungalow manager, bringing cookies to our room as part of our turndown service! How awesome is that?! In fact, Reid, and all of the staff at Saddle Creek, were just wonderful, and so helpful! They really made this such a wonderful experience from start to finish!:

I should also mention that the restaurant was excellent – and the prices very reasonable for what you get. Nice atmosphere, excellent food – decent prices. What more could you ask for?

Now, let’s turn our attention to Copperopolis proper. Copperopolis, as I mentioned, is where the copper rush started in California. As it turns out, the good citizens of Calaveras County, where Copperopolis was eventually founded, called all that red stuff in the ground “iron rust”. They had no idea that it was copper ore. It wasn’t until one Hiram Hughes happened by, and noticed the similarity to similar ore lodes in Nevada with which he was familiar, that the fact that the area was rich in copper became known. Hughes staked a claim (named the Napoleon claim, for his son, William Napoleon Bonaparte Hughes (yes, really), and the rush was on.

Copperopolis, originally called “Copper Canyon”, and then changed to Copperopolis a year or so later, went from a copper claim on a hill to a booming mining town. During the civil war Copperopolis supplied a majority of copper for the war effort.

All that is left now is a few of the original buildings – the church, the armory (now used as the Copperopolis community center), and the Copper Consolidated Mining Company Office (now home to an olive oil company and the Copperopolis Internet company).

The folks are really friendly – in fact they were having a town crab feed in the Armory when we happened by, and they came out and invited us in to join them!

Here are some pictures from historic Copperopolis:

There is an excellent page on the history of Copperopolis here.

I Looked at My Mac and Felt Revulsion

I never before have had such an immediate and visceral response to a computer – except maybe to swear at one of Mr. Gates’ unholy offspring. But there I was, looking at my poor Macbook, and feeling repulsed.

My wonderful husband gave me a Macbook for Christmas. He’d known that I needed – seriously, had a business case for – a Macbook, so that I could dual boot and view how my various business websites looked in Windows browsers as well as the Mac. So at some point when I could justify the expense, he knew I was going to need to get one.

So instead he put one under the tree for me. What a guy! (Thank you, honey!)

Well, a dear friend of mine advised me that a gift of Windows XP Professional was on its way to me, and so I purchased and downloaded Parallels, one of the two options for
running Windows on the new dual-core Macs, and awaited its arrival.

About 10 minutes ago, I started the Windows installation process.

And then I looked at my screen.

And I saw that familiar death-screen blue, the familiar Windows setup font, advising me that “Windows XP Professional Setup is copying files”.

And I felt physically ill.

Windows… there on my beautiful Mac.

I mentioned – no, whined – this to my husband.

And he put his finger on it.

“You feel as if you’ve violated your Mac.”

And you know what? He’s right.

See?:

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Accutane Causes Birth Defects – and We Really Mean It

Anyone who has looked into taking the anti-acne drug Accutane (Sotret Isotretinoin) knows that it causes birth defects. You can’t help but know that it causes birth defects, because if you are a female, you have to sign up on a registry because it causes birth defects, get counseling so that you know that it causes birth defects, prove that you are not pregnant – because it causes birth defects, and prove that you are on birth control (because, you know, it causes birth defects), before you are allowed to have even one capsule. Even then, you are only allowed a month at a time, and have to go back and check in with your doctor so that they can make sure that you still remember that it causes birth defects and have not gotten pregnant – because it causes birth defects.

Clearly, you cannot get a prescription for Accutane unless you understand that it causes birth defects.

But just to be sure – to make really really sure – that you understand that, you know – it causes birth defects, they also put a warning on the package once you get your prescription filled. Ok, that makes sense.

But in case you are a complete moron – in case you – you know – somehow forget that it causes birth defects between your indoctrination and the time your first month runs out and you have to go back to the doctor to get your next month ‘s dose of counseling about how Accutane causes birth defects before you can get your next month’s prescription – just in case, just to make really REALLY sure you know that Accutane causes birth defects, they also put a picture for you over each capsule:

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But wait, there’s more. Just in case you’re such a complete moron that even that might not remind you that Accutane causes birth defects, just to make really REALLY REALLY sure that you remember that Accutane causes birth defects – well, this is the first warning label that I’ve ever seen that comes with a diagram:

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Imagine if other warning labels came with diagrams!

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What I Did Today – Hair Today, Goon Tomorrow

Today I cut all of my hair off.

I don’t just mean that I got a haircut. I mean I cut off all of my hair. I mean so short that, as I told one friend, I make Sinead O’Connor look like a long-hair.

Several people have asked me why I did it. I have been wanting to do this for a couple of years. I’ve been putting it off, but I’ve been wanting to do it. Here’s why:

a) I think that I look good in very short hair; and
b) I thought it was time for my natural hair colour and me to get re-aquainted; and
c) covering the grey that is coming in is such a hassle, but to let it go natural means
d) either having two-tone hair while it grows out, or cutting it back to the roots; and
e) due to stress and life changes, my hair has gotten very thin – I mean falling out in clumps every time I wash it – and while it’s growing back in, it’s just starting to come in at the top, so the bulk of the length of my hair had gotten very thin and sub-optimal; and
f) if I didn’t do it now, I’d have to wait a few years, because in a bit over a year if I did it folks would think it was a reaction to “turning a certain age”; and
g) I think that I look good in very short hair.

Fringe benefits I have already noticed:

a) It cost only $9.00 to get my hair cut. Usually it costs $45+
b) And that’s not including hair colouring, which I’ve done away with.
c) It feels fantastic on my head.
d) It feels fantastic to my hands.
e) No more bed head!
f) No more hat hair!
g) Did I mention that I think that I look good in very short hair.

So there you have it.

And here you have it:

Cats Apparently Don’t Appreciate Being Heimliched

This picture is from my son’s book, “The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook: Life”, which includes real instructions about how to perform the Heimlick maneuver on your cat.

Either the cat they used for the model just licked lemon juice off a thistle, or cats don’t appreciate being Heimliched: