tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184132162012-02-16T08:56:20.048-08:00The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-10467480255180892792009-09-03T20:35:00.000-07:002009-09-03T20:36:56.694-07:00

This blog is, at least. I've started a new blog mainly about this crazy idea I had about completing a marathon. Come visit me there at Run. Or Die Trying. Where I'll be running. Or dying trying.Ciao for now,the CilleyRunningGirl

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Or my fans. All two of you. I'm gearing up for what I hope will become a series on my blog, but (a) this is the week I started serious training for my August 5K goal and (b) the series is something that I may not enjoy (you'll understand later) so after putting in ten miles this week I think it will have to wait until my rest day on Friday. In the meantime, let your imagination run wild!Ta,the

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Still here. Still trying to figure out what to title this thing. Decided the last was a little too esoteric. Or maybe esoteric isn't the right word? Yes, Merriam-Webster tells me it is. Apparently the definition of esoteric is too esoteric for me?Will try to get my act together and post.... something. I have a list.--the CilleyGirl

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I never used to drink tea until fairly recently. Growing up -- particularly growing up in Seattle -- I always wanted to be a tea-drinker since everyone else (the adults, at least) drank coffee. I thought it would make me special, exotic, sophisticated, something. Of course, this was way before the birth of Starbucks, etc., so none of my friends drank coffee either. Or, if you did, you were

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I decided to rename my blog today, after a stupid joke I made up* last night trying to recover from two days of sleep deprivation. Originally it was "Two priests walk into a bar. The third one ducks." Then I thought about "Two priests walk into a bar. An atheist ducks." Because I'm not religious. Or at least I think humans have screwed up religion which has left me with a strong disdain for

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As I mentioned previously, I found my new year resolutions the other day. Here's what I had, and where I am so far.- Run a 5K by the end of summer.I thought this was better than the typical "exercise" or "lose weight" resolutions. I've done three races so far this year -- two 5Ks and one 5-miler, walking about half and jogging about half -- and I have three more planned for April, including one

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I've always imagined* that it isn't Mother Nature who controls the weather but rather her nephew, Willie. Which for our purposes makes him Cousin Willy. Mother Nature has a lot of stuff to worry about, what with global warming and the ozone layer, so it makes sense that she would delegate the more routine aspects of her job off to family members. Mother's sister Bertha was always complaining

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Sick, sick, sick. As in ill. I'm home sick as I type this, having just spoken to the advice nurse at the clinic to set up an afternoon appointment. Going on three weeks with this one. Last time it was over two months. No no no no no.So let's go on to The Biggest Loser while I wait for my appointment, yes?Big drama starts out this week, as the screen is black but for the words "At elimination

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I'm feeling very virtuous since I took myself and my dogs for a hike this morning at Cilley Creek Park. It was only for an hour so with the dogs I figure it was maybe about two miles but it wasn't all flat and my blood definitely got moving. I feel lighter already.To celebrate my healthfulness I'm going to pick up some chinese food for dinner. And some donuts. And maybe some cinnamon rolls

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And we're back with The Biggest Loser. We start with the contestants bemoaning having to choose between Jerry and Daniel, with Jerry going home. And that choice becomes more pronounced once we check in with the at-home contestants, since Daniel's partner David is chowing down every chance he gets. Everyone else seems to be doing pretty well. Temptation! Each person gets five minutes alone in a

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Of The Biggest Loser, that is. Here's to hoping that this season there is no one as obnoxiously evil as Vicky. Or as obnoxiously obnoxious as Heba.I'm coming in to Season 7 having just finished watching 24: Resurrection. So I may be in the mood to kill the contestants rather than just vote them off. In other news, Tony Almeida's not dead? Huh.Okay, it's starting. Bob and Jillian are

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It occurred to me that perhaps I should post on here before Blogger eats my blog or something for lack of activity. Gee, since the last time I posted, Michelle won Biggest Loser (yay Michelle!), I've had a birthday, and my bowling team came in second last season and is currently in first place heading into the championships this season. CilleyLand is in the grips of an arctic freeze (TM all

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In the event you're not a TV junkie like me (or have a big butt like me), that's the theme song to The Biggest Loser. I don't watch it during the weeks but I try to catch the replay on Sunday evenings on the FLN network. During the week it makes me feel a little depressed to watch it, but I'm finding that it is much more motivating on a Sunday night. It helps to gather my oomph around me and

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A few years ago, my dogs figured out that there might be something for them in the bags I bring home. I tend to do my grocery shopping on weekends but whenever I have to go during the week (meaning they've had to be stuck inside for an extra hour or so), I try to bring them home a special treat. It's gotten to the point where I can't leave a bag (paper or plastic) on the floor without one of them

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Because of stuff like this and this.In other news (cause it is all about me), the CilleyGirl joined a bowling league and our first match was this past week. We got our asses kicked, but that's okay because we got our team motto out of it: We Suck. It goes well with our team name, Woody's Peckers. Say it together with me -- Woody's Peckers: We Suck. I'm hoping to put together a graphic of

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I don't know why this article amuses me so much. But it does. And so does this one. This one too. Second place on the backhoe! Woo hoo!Just one more. I hope. Note that he broke his own record.I wonder if you have to plant those daffodils along Oleson or you can take them home to plant them. Because I love daffodils. I've been to a festival and everything.-the CGP.S. On a related note, thank

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I was thinking a lot today about Camp Sealth. Every summer, between the ages of 6 and 17, I went off to Camp Sealth. I think I started with three days and by my years at a CIT (counselor in training) I was there for three weeks (with a one week break in there to go home and do laundry, have caffeine, etc.). Seems kind of odd now that my mom sent me off for three days as a six year old, although

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It's you!I was bored tonight so I took out the camera while I was cooking my dinner. So you get to come along for the ride. Heh.Tonight's menu is a small green salad with a balsamic vinaigrette, steak, baked potato with sour cream, glazed carrots, and a whole wheat roll. Total calories: 614.To cook tonight's steak extravaganzaa I had to fire up this big-ass grill.... To cook this itty bitty steak

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I was asked recently what I thought love was. It's not something I've really tried to formulate into words, so consequently I've been thinking a lot about it.I think people are like pieces of a puzzle. We each have one of those pieces that pokes out and one of those places where another piece pops in. It doesn't mean we're incomplete on our own; the net effect is zero. But our own pieces don't

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Hmm, I thought I'd figure out what to say when I started to write, but so far no dice. I guess I will try again later!Still Cilley,That Girl

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You make the call!In case you're wondering (and who wouldn't, really?), this is a star-nosed mole and no, that is not the view from the rear. Check out the top 10 oddballs of the animal world at MSNBC.com for more. I also love the one that looks like a cross between an orangutan and a lobster.I'm off to dance my buns off to the Crazy 8s at the Bite of CilleyLand. -- the CG

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While I was brushing my teeth this morning, I figured out how (or why) there could have been a stampede at a Hindu temple in India. It has to do with the cows. I'm guessing there was a large contingent of sacred cows milling about, and it was the cows, rather than the worshippers, who stampeded. Not sure why I didn't figure this one out while I was chowing down on a cheeseburger last night,

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After returning from vacation, I apparently had forgotten how to type. Plus I wanted to post here more than once every three months.Random observations:"Sexigesimal" is not only a real word, it's not even what you might think it is.Over 160 people died in a stampede today at a Hindu temple in India. What could possibly be a reason for a stampede at a Hindu temple? I doubt it's to get there

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I didn't realize it had been so long since I'd posted here. I'm typing on the dreaded laptop keyboard (or the Dread Laptop Keyboard for those Princess Bride fans) so I probably won't type much.Not sure if I'm doing this right, but if I did then above will be a YouTube video for the song I Love You by the Climax Blues Band. It's been kind of an odd week in CilleyLand. This Friday is my 20th high

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Not really, but that song's on the player right now so I thought I'd go with it.After several weeks of having to wear a wrist brace every evening or suffer the consequences the next day, I finally moved my computer back up to the den where it is supposed to live. I love having the convenience of using my laptop anywhere in the house (usually the couch, but that makes me sound like a slug) thanks

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As I've mentioned before, I'm on a lot of county websites as part of my job. Today's find is the website for Glacier County, Montana -- home of the Blackfeet Nation. And, apparently, someone with a sense of humor.When I first pulled up the page, my browser told me I needed a plug-in, which I dutifully downloaded. I reloaded the page and found that what I was missing was background music. It's

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As I pulled into my driveway tonight, I was fascinated by a bird I noticed in the trees. It was a little smaller than a robin, with a bright yellowish body and a bright redish head. I just spent about 15 minutes browsing a website of birds likely to be seen in Oregon, and finally found this:My visitor was a Western Tanager. Looked just like the guy at the bottom, which makes him a breeding male.

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This is what I'd be doing this weekend.(Although in all fairness, I should amend that title to "If I had a life, and/or friends who weren't prone to nightmares from things like zombie and vampire movies".)--the CilleyZombieGirl

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...not in love with you, as the song says (who is that? Joni Mitchell? Carole King?), but off the wagon. I'm not feeling so great today (can't get warm and I'm stiff and achy and although I got at least ten hours of sleep last night I'm still exhausted AND my right eye was all swollen when I woke up) and I couldn't resist the croissant (but hey, a fourth of that croissant is only 75 calories),

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I probably shouldn't, but I am. Going to go sush and then bed early. I have worked out three times this week already (starting from Sunday), and last night, well, all I can say is "Who writes these instructions?"Let me explain. As I mentioned previously, I signed up for the Self Challenge. This is the first week of the first month of the challenge. For me, at least. Anyhow, in the first

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Okay, not really. I'm making a list and crossing things off it. Yay! I love it when I can do that. In this instance, it's for work. I'm still playing ketchup from being out for a week with remote access to the office that those tortoises in the DSL commercial would envy (in other words, it was rrrrreeeaallllly sssssslllloooowwwww).Now, however, I'm making another list, one that will be great

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I had that poster up on my wall for years as a kid (Garfield, don't ya know). Probably explains a lot. Although back then I didn't exercise when I was in a bad mood. Or a good mood. Or any kind of mood. As an adult, though, I've learned the hard lesson that sometimes you just gotta do it. I signed up to do the Self Challenge this year, and it started today. So I hopped on the treadmill

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My week has sucked so massively that "suck" barely describes it. A black hole over my office is the only explanation.Bookending the fun and games is my office computer having some sort of schizophrenic breakdown. I've had the blue screen of death at least a half dozen times in the past four days. I either can't get my computer to work or it's being worked on to figure out what's wrong with it.

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Yesterday my friend Sunshine and I headed down south to Amity for the annual Amity Daffodil Festival. As we had a thoroughly enjoyable time, I highly recommend the trip.There is a daffodil show, art show, nursery sales, and buffet lunch throughout the day at the Amity Elementary School. There is also a driving tour set up to hit a half dozen or show locations in and around Amity. We ended up

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"Hey man, I hear the Ramones might be lookin' for someone?" It was feeding time for the elephants, and first the keepers make them do a little trick before they get to go inside. They have elk, cougar, bald eagles, and wolves in the Great Northwest exhibit. You know, the one that looks like 80% of the Northwest. There was a sign up for the elk and wolves that they have arthritis but not to worry,

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"You scoot over." "No, you scoot over."(Hippos, in case you were wondering.) Hello zeeba neighba! Don't you just know that this Nile Monitor lizard speaks with a deep bass voice? One reason this little deer came so close to me was someone's kid had dropped its sunglasses into the habitat. The deer decided they didn't taste so good."What are you lookin' at? Huh?"

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Ladies and jellyspoons, I present to you the great Malaysian Sun Bear smack down!The only time when the answer to the question is "mommy, are they wrestling?" is "yes!"Unlike when I was in the bat house. But it was too dark to take pics in there."I disapprove of disapproval being limited to only rabbits."

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As promised, sea lion photos.Unfortunately, not many turned out. These are through the glass, where the sea lions were underwater.Next up, lorikeets!! If you haven't been to the lorikeet exhibit at the Oregon Zoo, it's in an open aviary. You can purchase little cups of nectar for $1, then the lorikeets will come land on you to drink from the cups. When people have the nectar cups, the lorikeets

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It was a beautiful day to be at the zoo. If you have gills.It was very wet, ranging between sprinkles and a decent rain. But not lots of crowds so that was good. First up were the bighorn sheep.Where I got this great picture of a garden variety duck. Around the corner is Stellar Cove. The sea lions were underwater at this point, so pics of them will come later. Next to the sea lions are the

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You would hear the following conversation between me and the big white evil bunny in my head:CilleyGirl: She deleted my comment. I'm really tempted to go post another one.Big white evil bunny: You should absolutely do that. Be thorough. Make her cry.CG: Yeah, that would be fun. But I'd regret it later. And you know how I hate to have regrets.BWEB: Hence your current debt situation.CG: Exactly.

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Awww, she deleted my comment! That's fine by me. I said what I needed to say. I'm done. On to bigger (so many comments to make here, all of them tacky) and better things.--the CilleyGirlP.S. Apparently if you post something that repeatedly uses words like "dick", you immediately get a comment on your blog to the effect of "if you like dick, come check me out at ---". Tempting, but gosh, I've

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It was a pretty good day to blow off steam in Cilley Land. My boss's birthday is tomorrow and he's taking the day off, so we threw him a birthday lunch today. Got some great Italian food brought in from Zeppo, in Lake Oswego. I had the penne porcini, penne pasta with a cream thyme sauce with porcini mushrooms and sausage. Their antipasti plates are really good too. Between the four of us, we

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I didn't watch the DwtS results show last night. As I said previously, I'm just not all that in to this season and the results shows are always 55 minutes of filler and five minutes of stuff worth watching (unless Barry Manilow is the musical guest, then I'm all over it). But apparently I missed one of the best shows in a long time. For those not into the show, Steve Guttenberg's partner Anna

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As part of my job, I am frequently on county websites. Occasionally they have they oddest things on there. Like what I found today on Lane County's website:Signs Popping Up Where They Shouldn’t Contacts: John Petsch, Lane County Public Works, 682-6999 The slowing real estate market has caused an increase in signs in Lane County road right-of-ways. Illegally placed signs and basketball hoops

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-82750909961090365772008-03-31T20:15:00.000-07:002008-03-31T20:49:40.166-07:00

Monday night and it's time to Dance with the Stars LIIIIIIVVEEEE!Up so far:Marlee Matlin with the jive. It's impressive how good she is. Personally I think she's got an advantage not being able to hear since the music can't screw her up.The Gut did the tango. The man tango. His best dance so far. A 21 from the judges.Loved today's Disapproving Rabbit. You should check them out.Back up a pound

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-8731804068948016762008-03-31T10:01:00.001-07:002008-03-31T10:19:16.971-07:00

I'm all atwitter. I'm bouncing in my chair. I'm so excited I can't stand it! There is a prime CilleyGirl event occurring this weekend and I'm going to go.I just learned this morning that the Oregon Zoo's Gone Wild for Spring Break.Can't head to the tropics for spring break? Come to the Oregon Zoo for atropical party! Get crazy with crocodiles and party with polar bears during thefifth annual

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-47467324691673275652008-03-30T09:55:00.000-07:002008-03-30T10:49:07.584-07:00

Weirdest horoscope for me today. Check this out: You may need to keep your spaceship idle today and perform a safetycheck for you and your crew, dear Scorpio. Make sure everyone on board iscompletely informed of their destination. It could be that you just pickedthem off the street without really telling them where they would end up. Itis important that you don't drag people into your world

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-24342512410030721192008-03-28T21:33:00.000-07:002008-03-28T21:51:09.782-07:00

Get that ball and really fight!I just love Robin Williams, don't you? I'm looking forward to his guest turn on Law & Order. Which one, I can't remember. One of them.Friday is finally over. What a long week. It's supposed to snow again tomorrow. I'm looking forward to lazing around. Got the latest Midsomer Murders from Netflix. Got a new book waiting to be picked up at the library. Got

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-41590064126885978472008-03-27T20:02:00.000-07:002008-04-04T09:41:33.886-07:00

Of course, it's all subject to being able to tolerate this PITA laptop keyboard. We'll see.Good to know that my horoscope is telling me that I should be feeling run down. It's nice to have validation. My Cougs lost to North Carolina today. We were up to 4th in the eastern regional; NC was 1st. Since I don't follow basketball, I have no idea what that means for WSU now, although it looks like

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-39412600593064844942008-03-27T12:54:00.000-07:002009-04-02T10:57:07.566-07:00

It's been a slow but productive week here in CilleyGirl land. I had the place pretty much to myself for two days. Got lots done and got to wear jeans while doing it. Granted, I could probably wear jeans to work all week long if I wanted to, but so far I've resisted the temptation. Now that I think about it, I could've worn sweats earlier in the week (I was doing full-contact filing those two

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-18745879339414356312008-03-17T20:26:00.001-07:002008-03-27T11:45:22.354-07:00

Tonight I'm watching the premiere of Dancing with the Stars. The men are on tonight. So far...Penn Jillette: Cha cha cha. Very big guy, very small partner. I thought he was going to pull her leg off in the first move. Overall, great enthusiasm, lighter on his feet than I thought he would be, but not much content.Oh, and Teller is in the audience. Haven't seen his lips moving yet.Jason Taylor:

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-20074649254746195212008-03-16T21:35:00.000-07:002008-03-16T21:57:00.679-07:00

If I knew how to cue up music here I'd add that song in. But I don't, so you'll have to imagine it. And if you're not old enough to know what the heck I'm talking about, :PAnchors Aweigh:I'm coming off a really blah kind of a week. It seems like I've been going through those a lot lately, and I couldn't figure out why. Then I read today that it is common to feel that way when you're losing

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-11785428873202115612008-03-10T20:45:00.000-07:002008-04-04T09:40:46.928-07:00

First and foremost, I do not like using laptop keyboards. I've got natural keyboards at home and at work, so on the laptop I'm always hitting the Alt or Ctrl key and the cursor moves elsewhere. Really screws up the flow.What I'm reading:Just finished The Witch Is Dead, the latest Abby and Ophelia mystery by Shirley Damsgaard. Next I'll be reading Victoria Laurie's latest, Demons Are a Ghoul's

The CilleyGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06655326831902251300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18413216.post-17231366780829840192008-02-20T10:51:00.000-08:002009-04-02T11:01:35.401-07:00

What I'm reading:A Girl's Guide to Vampires, by Katie MacAlister. I've never read a book of Katie's that I didn't like. Plus she's from the PacNW, just like me.What I'm thinking:That I really need to buy some new black slacks. I've lost about 12 lbs since December. There is a stack of too-big clothes at least a foot high in my den right now, but I haven't been able to find any black slacks yet

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