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Friday was all snow and being flu ridden and tired and whatnot.
Saturday was more of the same but with massive amounts of crankiness besides. No one wanted to be around me and I don’t blame them.
Sunday was pancakes with Owen and David (Alan was SUPPOSED to join us but it seems he was too tired after a long night of fun-having). Why do I always get the lingonberry pancakes? WHY?
Later I brought the dog to the clean version of the dog park, PetsMart! I wanted to take him to the dog park but he would definitely have needed a bath after and I didn’t have time to do both so I took him to the pet store where he could romp with other dogs and not get dirty. Much buttsniffing happened, he enjoyed himself.
Why didn’t I have time to give the dog a bath???
ROLLER DERBY! Dang, that kicked ass! Girls in short skirts fighting it out…sigh…pictures posted soon! I know a Dagger Doll, but sadly she was unable to skate last night because she’d been sick. Either way, a good time was had by all, I’ve got something like 80 shots up the skirts of the roller girls and an invitation to join (no thank you, as much as I like the idea of free reign to punch people in the head, I’d like to keep the list of victims pared down to the people who deserve it).
I drank too much coffee before the derby and ended up awake all night. Sucks.
Today’s big news…
THE FLORIDA KEYS!!!
Alex called me this morning, asked me if i could get the weekend of the 15th off work. I said I could and told me that was great as he just booked a hotel for us. Well, okay then! We booked the flight and I emailed my boss and that’s that. I’m headed to the Keys to drink vodka and eat lime popsicles and see the chicken lady and try conch fritters and swim in the ocean. Guess I’m breaking out the swimming suit. Blick.
Bahleeted on advice.
Why is it legal to take out someone’s feeding tube but it’s not legal to morphine them to death?? I’m not going to argue the right to life morals on the Schiavo case, but I am going to wwonder why it’s okay to have a law saying “starve the body to death” but it’s not okay to have a law that says “turn off life support and expedite the process from weeks to minutes”. I will admit I don’t know enough about the Schiavo case to say whether or not it is the right thing to turn off life support (in my own, uninformed opinion, I say turn off life support), but I will say that there is an unnatural cruelty to starving a body to death even if the mind is unaware. Fine, end it, pull the plug, but bring it to an end quickly and humanely. Sick animals are given more consideration.
But…can’t be too upset by this! I’m off to the Keys in a month!
HOORAY!
Monthly Archives: March 2005
Saftig
A little bit of this…a little bit of that
I’m tired. I’m hovering on the edge of illness with a gland in my neck swollen to the size of a beach ball. I’m chugging vitamin c and eating cheetoh (which are orange and orange is healthy. Guacamole doritos are green and green is healthier, I’m gonna pick some of those up as well!). I’m hoping to rest a lot this weekend. As much as I want the house to be shown and to sell, I’m hoping the showings get grouped together so I am not running out into the cold every couple hours.
House…market…blah blah blah…vacuum doesn’t work well…blah blah blah…speaking of which…
Dear Guy Who Installs ‘For Sale’ Signs,
My driveway divides my front yard into two neat sections. One section is very very small, the garden in that section is a clearly defined raised bed with decorative bricks edging it. There is only grass in front of it, no flowers or other plants. This is very obvious to the naked eye, even with the snowfall.
The other side of my driveway is a very large section of my front yard. The front 1/3 of my yard is flower garden. This is very easy to discern by the trellis, the decorative bricks, the wood chips, the cut back shrubs. Did you honestly have to drill RIGHT INTO A SHRUB??? Did you have to do it right into a shrub in the most bulb intensive section of the garden?
Is that blank look of utter confusion something you practice at night so you are ready when pissed off homeowners come flying out of their houses? Is “well, you’re selling it anyway” a valid excuse in your world? Is it really so hard to knock on the door and ask? I mean a car running in the driveway is a pretty good indicator that the person who lives in the house is in the house and probably awake and coherent.
One day you will lose a leg in a bizarre chipper/shredder accident. When you ask the doctor what he can do to help you walk again, the doctor will reply, “meh, you’re gonna die someday anyway, you won’t need to walk then. Will you?”
With much enmity
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I was doing a little research today and found this. It’s some scary stuff, that sociopathic tendency, because it blends so well into daily life.
Further proof that I have the coolest friends on the planet…
One of my friends spent the day moving 18th century and older corpses from a deconcecrated church graveyard to a new cemetary. He also met Kevin Spacey for the second time while in London for his birthday.
This weekend is relaxing, recuperating, IHOP, fish shopping (aquarium not dinner), maybe roller-derby depending on how sick I am.
Last night I finally saw ‘Say Anything’. I love John Cusack, but I can not for the life of me figure out what he sees in the girl. Seriously, she’s about as interesting as a bottle of lotion. Sure she’s ‘brainy’, but not brainy in a goofy fun-facts, kick your ass at trivial pursuit kind of way. Just brainy in a ‘they said she was brainy during the exposition so she must be’ sort of way.
As much as I want to believe everyone is responsible for the consequences of their bad choices, it doesn’t make it any easier to watch.
It’s snowing like stupid mad outside. Shovelling and pasta and cocoa are on the menu for tonight.
I’m becoming too homebody-ish again. I need tobe going out more and seeing my friends more. I need my friends to come to minneapolis and see me!
I’ve only scratched the surface here. This has actually been an emotionally tough week, I’ve spent too much time whining on the phone to my mother.
Good luck and remember, the best way to keep yourself safe from demons is to not let them in the house in the first place.
Quote of the Day
“the higher you climb a ladder the harder it hurts your ass if you fall off it. I’m just trying to convince myself to get over my fear of heights so I can get that peach up there.”
patron gratuit
Saturday was David’s birthday, all grown up and 31 (this means that for the next couple months we’re the same age and I don’t have to feel like Mrs. Robinson or something…but then I kinda like that). I put together a little party for him, a few friends and his sisters over at his friend, John’s house. John’s an EXCELLENT Chinese cook and we sometimes join forces in the kitchen. This time he made this truly excellent lamb curry, just phenomenally good. I only helped prep stuff, I didn’t even do any real work for dinner.
I did, however, work on making the dessert. I mentioned earlier that I was making the Black Pearl Cake. HOORAY! I was really happy with the results. Instead of one large cake I made the batter up in a jelly roll pan and then cut out circles and constructed individual mini cakes. That was huge amounts of work, but definitely worth it. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture until the end of the evening when the remaining cakes were starting to look a little sad. I read all the reviews of the cake and it was pretty consistently mentioned that you could not taste the wasabi. I tripled the wasabi and occasionally you could catch a hint of it, but it was not a featured flavor at all. I own some killer strong, bring tears to your eyes wasabi and I was surprised that it was not tasted.
The rest of the weekend was a chillin’ like a villain style blur. We didn’t get home from the birthday fun until after 4am and then had to roust ourselves out of bed early to deal with realtor stuff.
I’ve gotten all yarny again! I finished crocheting a baby blanket and knitting a purse this weekend and I started knitting a new purse. I found an ultra simple new purse pattern to knit and I think it just might be my new “easy way to get rid of extra yarn AND have presents for people” project.
The dog’s making chicken butt and the boy’s playing Bach on his guitar. Nice. Almost overly domestic.
On Friday I got the rare opportunity to talk to someone and say “I KNOW! That happened to me too!” and, more importantly, to hear “This is what happened same as you!”. It’s hard to find someone who’s been through something similar and compare notes. Oh…and what notes we compared, amazing how similar our accounts were. In the end we were able to laugh and give support.
Time to get my new purse out of the wash machine!
Later, peepshow!
ho dang
Let me tell you, there ain’t nothing like knowing an entire gang of roller derby girls has got your back.
These chicas are angry and looking to kick some ass.
I’m not missing the next match for anything in the world.