It’s a cruel world

My thoughts on ‘March of the Penguins’
* Insanely cute movie
* To hear Morgan Freeman go on, you’d expect a pile of corpses a mile high OR an asteroid to hit any minute
* If the father’s only choice is to abandon the chick to die so he can go eat then he needs to eat the chick. Seriously. The chick is going to die, there is no way possible to prevent that if he leaves. Why waste the nutrients?
* Actually, yeah, they needed to be eating more of the dead ones. Perhaps this is why we didn’t see giant piles of corpses
* I bet that colony stunk to high heaven. Birds stink.
* It was insanely cute.
That’s all. I’m off to crack open that beaujolais villages that i didn’t drink last night.
David’s parents are leaving in the morning. Sad. I really had a good time visiting with them and they don’t hate me. It’s nice to not be hated!
glug glug buddies.


There’s a lotof stuff in my house right now. Lots of stuff. I needto start at one end and just start clearing, oraganizing, putting away or trashing. I’ve got a party coming up and people coming in from out of town for that. So yeah, clean, organize, hang up art, plan menu, plan service scheme. Smile.
The coffee shop that I go to is part of this little collection of shops, a used bookstore, a hair salon, a yarn shop, a jitzy gift shop and maybe something else. All these little independently owned neighborhood shops. This weekend they had their little community sidewalk sale/fundraiser thingy. They had odds and ends out on the sidewalk to buy (totally did not buy yarn though they had some great cotton stuff on sale). The owner of the used book store apparently is also the owner of all kinds of used things and weird collectibles. He had 3 or 4 tables of record albums out there baking in the sun just waiting to be pawed through. At onepoint I totally wished that 1) I had a camera and 2) I had the power of invisibility. Three guys digging around in the records, each a singular representation of lonely basement dweller, combined, they made up a living, breathing clone of The Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons. Beautiful. I loved them.
David is DONE moving, no more moving. He’s cleaning the last bit in his place, then he’s done. God I hate the act of moving. I’m never doing it again. I’m going to be one of those crazy ladies that lives in the same place forever and ever.
Why was my paycheck $50 more than usual this month? Pancake party time.
Paying my bills and I have these complaints:
1) When asking for the account number for my cable account, why don’t you indicate in some way that you don’t want me to use the hyphen in the middle of the number. In fact, why is it that you put a hyphen in the number and then don’t want me to use it. Why is it that you do not indicate this in any way you just keep telling me that what I am entering is wrong? Why must I be the one to try cutting off the extra zero at the front of the number or the zero at the end or the 2 digits after the hyphen and then finally removing the hyphen all together before figuring this out? Not very user friendly.
2) Why can’t I just make a one time online payment to the gas company, why must I be forced to sign up for constant, automatic billing? I don’t like that. I like to be able to make the choice.
3) The second form to be filled out to sign me up for an online account for my insurance has a fucked up ‘continue’ button. It won’t go anywhere. You click and click and click but it does nothing. You also can not just hit ‘enter’ from one of the fields either. So i had to send them a check.
4) If you want my checking account and my bank routing numbers I would think you would ask for the routing number first and the account number second as that is how they are presented on the check. 50% of the forms ask for it backwards.
5) I hate that every site has different requirements for passwords but in some cosmic joke as you sign up for these sites the requirements become progressively harder. If the hardest requirement was early in the game I’d have adopted that as my standard password. Sadly, I’m forced to make harder and harder passwords and I can never remember which site gets what when I go back. My deleted items folder is FULL of emails telling me my password every month.
Okay, no more bill complaining.
Finally going to go see Penguins tonight. Going with all of David’s family. Go us!
The outside smells like hamburgers. I wanna party with whoever is making good smelling hamburgers.
Today I look like Jeffy from Family Circus.


We moved David today. In the heat. Last night and today I felt like i couldn’t move, I was stuck in Jell-o and when I managed to sit (which was often) I felt like I was hovering in pudding (mmmm jell-o mmmm pudding). I’m low on potassium again, so it’s back to the doctor and more tests (and I JUST got the last round paid off).
An interesting side note…the nuts in pistachio pudding aren’t pistachios but almonds, they’r echeaper and last longer.
I had a dream about the movie ‘Secretary’. Watching it now. Love it. I hate James Spader in every other movie he is in but I love him in this movie.
I have a case and a half of wine sitting here. It’s calling my name. I really really think I should draw a bath and grab my book (Vernon God Little) and relax.
just maybe…
Speaking of books, I read ‘Never Let Me Go’ last week. Tough book, emotional. I cried, not because it was obviously sad, but because death and loss were treated SO cavalierly. It’s a good read, but honestly I don’t think it’s the wonder bread book of he year. But that’s just me.
I mean, what do I know?

So I just sit up in the house and resist

And not be seen until I cease to exist
I ate too much for dinner.It made me sick.
Also, there is something under my space bar and it does not always engage properly.
There’s a lot of happy and a little bit of skittish and great deal of contentment and some trepidation and a whole lot of everything going on right now. It’s been a weird night for me.
What I need to remind myself is that all of my brains issues can be put on hold for the time I am at the dog park. There really is nothing like watching Ghengis explode in sheer excitement as he takes off with all his buddies. On the other hand we have to be careful with Maddie, she’s like thug out there. I think tonight we got her to the point where she can chase dogs, which is okay, and she can get up in their faces, which would not beokay for people but is fine with dogs, they have their own dynamics, and she figured out that after she gets all up in their faces she has to stop, she can’t go further. It was weird to watch her figure that out, I had to pull her out of two situations where neither dog was backing down. After I made her sit with my hand on her collar in front of the other dogs (oh the humiliation of it all) she would chase, get up in faces, then stop and trot over to me for pets and affirmation.
Not bad. She did start to get aggressive with a german shepherd mix that was harassing Ghengis. She’s protective not only of me but of her little buddy as well. She’s a doofus, but a wonderful and loving doofus.
Hey! You guys coming in from out of town for the party…You better confirm with me soon! I’m getting nervous!
Okay, water and new sheets and bed time. We’re moving David in the morning.

I am Shiny

I am shiny! He said so! Shiny!
um…yeah…if you go through all the trouble to have custom designed and printed invites to your big housewarming party, perhaps you should put your name on them. Hmm. oh well, most people know it’s me and there’s a url on there and if you go to the site you’ll see a picture of me and my name is repeated many many many times. Lesson learned, or something. I never was all that bright. So…yeah…the pink invitation in your mail is from me. Go to the website for the rest of the info.
I took 200 pictures this weekend, I’m still shuffling through and will post some of them soon. I think. I always say that and I never do.
* I got to walk on a beaver dam
* I got stuck on a rooty stump and almost killed david being rescued
* David took me out on the lake after the sun set and the stars came out and we watched the stars in the perfect black and listened to the loons call to each other
* Eating massive amounts of wild blueberries, next time I’m totally bringing Jiffy pancake mix for wild blueberry pancakes!
* Floating along in the canoe withut a care in the world.
* Discovering I have mad paddling skills
* Campfires! Toasted marshmallows and fried summer sausage and being so civilized we had tea every afternoon at 4.
* Being able to identify upwards of 4 different kinds of wild turds based only on the size and contents (bears make big hairy turds, go figure).
* Reeking of bug spray and sun screen all the time.
* Not getting eaten by a bear.
* No cell phone.
* Sitting quietly on my special rock and watching the sun set every night.
* Learning that I’m not so soft
* Cold rain
* The giant spider that lived on the toilet
* You get kind of stiff and sore sleeping on the ground.
Anyway, it was a goodly good trip and we’ll get pictures posted and all that.
I came to work today for no good reason. I have a ton of vacation time, i could have easily taken the day off but I didn’t. It’s good just to get out of the house. I didn’t really do anything important today anyway. I’ll go home and see my dogs! That seems like fun.
And maybe help david pack. That seems like less fun but not so bad.
So long shobos