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
h
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.
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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.
The Fog
Because I hate myself and all my vile, filthy little ways I decided to punish myself by going on the pill and quitting smoking in the same week.
I’ve not been on the pill since high school so this was going to be an interesting little experiment. I started up on Sunday night and by Monday night I was a hormonal mess. It felt just like PMS except my rational brain kept pointing out that this was entirely pill related.
My list of people to devour skin first lengthened considerably.
Actually, the worst part was that the brain filters went into emergency power loss mode. So instead of preventing me from saying exactly what I think of you and your *demands *thoughts *taste in music *actions *breath *inability to spell, they let some things slip. Thankfully only a little came out and, looking back, it was really only 10% of what could have (or to be honest, should have) been said.
Today the fog lifted like magic, the little filters are back in place, I feel pleasant and charming (though I accept that I am not).
I’m giving up cigarettes for now, sigh. I miss them, I like smoking. I like that I get more breaks during the day and I get to be more social. People would argue that cancer is no fun, but I bet if you did it right, a cancer ward could be more social and fun than a nursing home. Just saying is all.
In other news, David’s birthday is this weekend. I’m putting together an elaborate cake for his party. I started making it last night. With all the shit on my mind I managed to burn the hell out of the cream for the wasabi ganache, but I made the most delectable ginger syrup ever. I’m totally using the leftovers for ginger martinis.
Now I’m bored as hell and I think I’ll go hit people’s websites over and over and over and over just to mess with their stats or something.
oh-you-tee.
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Weekend update in amazingly boring bullet point style. You know you hate me and my lazy posting. Honestly, I can’t decide between quantity and quality…stick with what you know…you get quantity.
* A tired dog is a happy dog so Ghengis goes to the dog park as often as I can manage. Right now the place is a mud pit with all the melting snow and whatnot and therefore my car is also a mud pit. Usually having a muddied up car would be upsetting (it’s everywhere, even the center console) but I figure it’s worth it to have a happy dog. Besides, the car wipes clean. Today a dog tried to beat Ghengis up and the dog’s asshole owners were no where to be seen. Apparently AssDog was entirely under the control of 2 pre-teen kids. One was a girl who tried to stop AssDog from being such a prick, the other was a boy who was encouraging AssDog. You don’t want to get in the middle of pissed off dogs, it’s scary. What scares me more about AssDog than anything is that while Ghengis is small, he’s unaccountably strong and he doesn’t really realize it. I don’t want him pushed beyond control and actually hurt another dog. I don’t want to deal with that. He’s an incredibly good natured and sweet dog, but he was really starting to get pissed. He’s like the Incredible Hulk of the Dog world. Except he’s cute.
* Got a subscription to the New Yorker, didn’t realize it came out so often. Guess this will be another magazine that I read in giant spurts.
* House goes back on the market on Tuesday and at the original asking price as well. I’ve completely lost interest in this whole house selling thing, I just want to be done with it so I can put this entire decade behind me. It’s the last thing tying me to the past and I want it gone.
* What the fuck happened to being 31? I remember turning 30, I remember 30 being a good year. Suddenly I’m turning 32. What the fuck happened? I’ve got a couple months left to make ’31 year old’ memories. Better make them good.
* Down to one cigarette a day. I’m told I am crankier and more terse than usual. I’m not my regular, bubbly self. Sigh. Amends will be made, I promise.
* Got special super cheap pre-sale tickets to the Austin City Limits Festival! 2 three day passes cost me less than 1 three day pass. Good deal for me and Ethan! If Ethan and I only get to see each other once a year for the rest of our lives then the ACL festival is as good a reason as any to get together. This time we’ll know to bring more whiskey (and water).
* In a fit of boredom I went and studied Yahoo Serious’ career.
* There’s a bottle of wine, a book (Hans Helmust Kirst ‘The Wolves’) and a hot bath calling my name.
* Speaking of wine, they need to build a Trader Joes in Minneapolis. I went through 1 1/2 cases of wine between early November and New Years just from entertaining guests and dating someone who likes my cooking and drinks wine with it. I need a good source of cheap, reliably good wine, I need case discounts!
* My dog looks remarkably nude without his collar on.
* You can go to Target, you can spend 2 hours in there, you can look in every section, you will never find the lint traps for the wash machine discharge.
* I have to stop writing about my dog.
* The tub calls my name…
hasta..