I, like many people, have an iPod with an fm transmitter and I listen to it in the car on 88.1 fm. Every once in a while you drive near someone with a slightly stronger transmitter than yours playing on the same station.
Today, not only did the person in the Lexus SUV have the iPod and the stronger transmitter, but the 2 times I was near enough to her to have what she was playing transmitted onto my radio i heard songs I had on my own playlist.
Now, while that’s not much of a stretch, it’s not like I’m breaking down barriers of the fresh new music scene, but I do find it odd that she had BOTH ‘Hey Mama’ by Black Eyed Peas AND ‘Son of a Preacher Man’ by Dusty Springfield.

Wait…do I know how to rock a Saturday night? Oh yeah, baby, I do!
I just spent my late late saturday night grocery shopping. That’s right, chochachos, David and I rocked the grocery store like it ain’t never been rocked.
The college cafeteria closes for the summer next week and I have to get in the habit of bringing a lunch because I really don’t think I can spend another summer eating fast food every day. I picked out a bunch of stuff, some healthy, some not so healthy. We’ll see how well this works. It’s hard to think ahead about anything but the fact that I have to get my shit together and move in two weeks.
Special thanks to David for vanquishing Scutigera Coleoptrata for me. Of course I would have killed it with a vacuum and not wrestled it to the yard, but he’s kind like that. I’m not.
11:45am Sunday morning is Pooh’s Heffalump Movie at the Cinema Grill. Be there!

First off, I have a batch of vanilla spice pancake batter resting in the kitchen waiting to be made into pancakes. The recipe is my own concoction, I’ll let you know how they turn out.
Also, I’m supposed to make scrambled eggs for breakfast, D went to go get the spinach and tomatoes to go in the eggs. I didn’t check before he left, but there are only 2 eggs left. Sigh, I don’t really wish he had a cell phone, but now is one of those times.
Anyway, back to Pavlov and my phone…
I’m not answering my phone. Sorry. I’ve pretty much stopped answering my phone except in a few cases where I think 1) the call is important and 2) the call won’t piss me off.
For the last few months a good third of the calls to me have been frustrating, angering, tiring or altogether not what I want to talk about. And while I know the hard part is over with the house sale and all that, my Pavlovian reaction to my phone is set.
When I hear “HELLO MOTO BYOOOOO doot doot doo doo do….”, the default ring on my phone (which I changed at one point but it went back) I tense up, my spirit falls, I just KNOW it’s going to be one of THOSE calls.
Sadly, when my friends and family call I just cannot bring myself to answer most of the time. I’m sorry, people, but I’m just not answering the bulk of the phone calls that come through. Of course most people would say “if it’s important, leave a message, I’ll get back t you”. Yeah, well I’m not checking my messages, either. If it’s important call me twice, then I’ll know.
Please don’t take it personally, I don’t mean it to be, it’s just the safety plan in place so that I don’t smash my phone to pieces. Oh, and, calling me while I’m at work is probably going to be a bad idea for a while. I’ve pretty much wasted any ‘personal call good will’ sitting on the phone with various members of the real estate industry hammering out details and situations that I pretty much lost interest weeks ago.
Okay, enough with the phone. Hate the phone.
Let’s talk about why I hate Minnesota…Tomorrow is May, today there was snow falling on me while I was outside with the dog.
My phone just rang. I answered it as it was the number from the Lund’s customer courtesy phone. David’s at the grocery store and he called and I was able to tell him we needed eggs. Okay, so sometimes I do answer my phone.
Later I’ll post something more cheerful.

I got it! The guy called me today to say he’d very much like me to rent from him. VERY MUCH! YAY! I was worried that my pink hair might be a red flag in his mr businessman world, but I figured I was pretty well spoken and I have a history of not getting kicked out of places and not getting convicted of felonies so that helps a lot.
Something in my office smells like lanolin and i fucking despise the smell of lanolin. It’s one of the few smells that just makes me ANGRY. I hate lanolin lotion with a passion.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!
I would threaten kids and small dogs with that thing!
I need a nap, I need to buy some beer, I want it to be warmer so I can sit outside and smoke my cigar and drink a beer.
Maybe I will go take a picture of my new place. It’s super cut