It’s true, eat before grocery shopping. I was full up on french toast from the Hard Times Cafe (I have to rank the Hard Times Cafe much higher than Triple Rock. Hipster attitude, yeah, but not hipster atti-fucking-tude. I just want some waffles, I don’t want to apologize for not having a face tattoo or some obvious word like ‘bipedal’ or ‘obvious’ done up in bad gothic lettering somewhere. Maybe it’s just me). Had to pick up a few things for the bbq tomorrow and skipped past all the junk food that usually catches my eye. French toast, people, it will save you.
Went to United Noodles today to buy miso and tofu and red bean ice cream bars and udon noodles and bok choys and biryani paste and on and on. If I’d had more time I probably would have stocked up on everything. Maybe I’ll do that next week.
Exciting, no?
I know, I could get a life, but, you know, too lazy and all. You should send me one!
So I named my car Mabel (not to be confused with Dena and Levi’s turtle, Maple). Seemed like a good name. She’s a 6 cylinder, no turbo but about the same pick up as the Saab. Fun to drive, but the best feature so far (and possibly the most mundane) is that it has 2 cigarette lighter receptacles so I can charge my phone AND listen to my iPod at the same time. Also, it has a phone garage, I’ll have to post a picture of that when I get a chance.
BBQ at my place tomorrow. Swing by, bring the dogs. I’ve got brats, curried potato salad, ginger trifle, veggies, veggie brats, watermelon, cantaloupe and whatever else I can rustle up. (there’s a new pack of Superhero Popsicles in the freezer, but I got those for D. Maybe he’ll share)
Dogs are good, David’s good, I’m good. What more is there? Filing? not so good (you know it’s bad when you are desperately shuffling through this pile or that pile to find the title to your car, the letter from the bank showing that it’s paid off, your most current insurance card etc. I suck at filing but I do keep all the papers together.)
Have a good 4th, peeps, I’m sure I’ll be writing more.
Foam out, bubbo
Monthly Archives: July 2005
Dang little man, is that the best you can do?
I love quiet sunday mornings. We’ll probably head over for waffles in a bit. YAY.
So, I know that Shar Peis bond with a person, usually just one person, and that bond is pretty strong but I never knew what it could mean until Maddie came along. Last night, with my tiredness and eposed nerve feeling David graciously offered to take both of the dogs to the dog park to wear them out. Not such a bad idea until he got there and realized that Maddie wasn’t going to listen to him and was entirely too distracted by trying to figure out where I was and how to get home to. Now she won’t even let him take her out to go potty.
Sure, the Shar Pei in Ghengis bonded with me, but that fool would bond to anyone with a milk bone and a goofy story to tell.
Alright, I have to gather my shorties and figure out what the deal is with tomorrow!
Things I do at Midnight
an abbreviated list
1) stand at the shore of Lake Hiawatha watching the ducks and the heron that takes off when you get near.
2) make spaghetti and fakeballs and cheesy garlic marble rye toast
Things I rarely do at midnight
an abbreviated list
1) sleep.
Holy Crap
Ever have one of those days where it feels like your nerves are on the outside of your body and everything is too much? It’s too cold in the AC, it’s too hot outside, the music is too loud, the conversations are too much, the dogs are too much, the sun is too much, the traffic is too much. I’m not unhappy or angry or anything, it’s a good day, but every bit of stimulus is just too damned much and it won’t stop. I wish it was okay to lock myself in my room and hide under a blanket but the blanket would be too hot and I would be bored.
I am insufferable, i recognize that.
And if I hid in my bedroom I would not have been able to go to Cupcake! It was my make up trip since I could not go on Wednesday as I had planned. Oh Cupcake, how I love you so. Today i came home with 2 banana pudding cupcakes, 1 red velvet, 1 dirt cup, 1 mad cow, and 1 black bottom. Sadly, they had no mocha or malted milk cupcakes. Again, I showed AMAZING restraint by not buying banana scones, lemon bars, individual espresso cheesecakes, strawberry cream puffs or chocolate croissants. Fuck it, my housewarming (august 27th people) is going to just be pastries from Cupcake.
Took the new car out for a long drive this afternoon. It doesn’t handle as tightly as the Saab, but that’s okay, it was close enough. Besides, the suspension and the turbo on the Saab were shot to hell, that thing was not handling so well anyway. We went to a nature center west of the cities, it was very pretty but the deer flies were crazy (i’m assured that it can be much worse). They were flying in my hair and bumping into my face and it was just…well…too much for me.
I think it’s time for quiet time.
Not so hard
I did it. I did it all by myself. I did the research, I looked here and there, I decided what I wanted and I did it.
I drove it off the lot today at 4:30. I got a good deal, my payments are almost half of the Saab’s. The suspension and the turbo were both dead in the Saab, I didn’t want to put the money into fixing it when it had over 95,000 miles.
It might not have been my first choice, but it was definitely a high choice.
Woo.
Beebo update…
On the night of my birthday party Beebo went into his chrysalis. He glued some leaves together at the edges with caterpillar boogers. We let it sit and we worried. Eventually the leaf packet was crispy and somewhat hollow. Fearing he had died we opened up the leafy envelope. Inside we found a beautiful shiny black chrysalis. And that’s it. We’ve left that alone and hoped for the best. Hopefully he’ll survive and become something wonderful.
And that’s all we can really hope for anything.