Very quickly, because I have to get in the shower to get ready to go get drunk with Nadia:
CARMEN IS HOME!
I can't even tell you how thrilled I am!
Channel 13 out of Toledo talked to him briefly, and you can see the video here: http://abclocal.go.com/wtvg/story?section=local&id=3768044
So, Hooray! And happy new year!
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, November 18, 2005
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Purse meme
MB did this ages ago, but I'm just getting around to it. Here's what was in my lovely floral soccer-mom purse, which still has the admittance tag from a bead show over the summer:
Large pink comb with rubberband, headband, wallet full of papers and photos, contact solution and eye drops, loose change (85 cents, I think), gum given out at the county fair, warm vanilla sugar hand sanitizer, coconut lime verbena lotion, cell phone, band aids (from a bowling alley in Akron), physical therapy appointment card, Excedrin migrain, Pamprin bottle with Aleve also in it, two Aleve cold & sinus pills, pack of gum & IHOP mints, receipts, another appointment card and some random papers, Kleenex, stuff from the Titanic exhibit at COSI in Columbus, gift cards, coffee shop stamp card with license, debit card & insurance card hidden underneath, matches, mints & pens taken from hotels, a thank you card from the former intern at work, too many lip things, Burt's Bees lemon butter cuticle cream, a notepad, oil-absorbing sheets, and two fortune cookies.
I bought a new purse a week ago, and no, not everything here was transferred - but most of it was.
Large pink comb with rubberband, headband, wallet full of papers and photos, contact solution and eye drops, loose change (85 cents, I think), gum given out at the county fair, warm vanilla sugar hand sanitizer, coconut lime verbena lotion, cell phone, band aids (from a bowling alley in Akron), physical therapy appointment card, Excedrin migrain, Pamprin bottle with Aleve also in it, two Aleve cold & sinus pills, pack of gum & IHOP mints, receipts, another appointment card and some random papers, Kleenex, stuff from the Titanic exhibit at COSI in Columbus, gift cards, coffee shop stamp card with license, debit card & insurance card hidden underneath, matches, mints & pens taken from hotels, a thank you card from the former intern at work, too many lip things, Burt's Bees lemon butter cuticle cream, a notepad, oil-absorbing sheets, and two fortune cookies.
I bought a new purse a week ago, and no, not everything here was transferred - but most of it was.
On a roll
I was concerned that my three-day streak of wanting to sit in the bathroom and bawl my eyes out would end Wednesday, but I really shouldn't have been concerned. I was ready to do that after being at work maybe two hours, which really isn't a very good thing.
I don't even want to talk about it, it disgusts me and upsets me so much, and I'm pretty sure that not many people would get it. I'm sure I'd just be pegged as being overly dramatic and having "poor me" syndrome.
It's almost like a conspiracy to drive me completely over the edge. It's almost like an extension of home. Yeah, chew on that for a while and see if you can figure it out. I bet some of you can.
Our new sixth editor that I absolutely adored (and still do of course, but:) left us and we've been four days without her and it already sucks even more than I remember it sucking before she was here. So Sarah, if you happen to read this, please, please please come back!
But, you know, it's not just work that feeds the need for the fetal position.
Editor's note: This was written last night, and while I'm still stressed out, I'm off today and feel a bit better. I'm going to do the purse meme in a bit to cheer myself up.
I don't even want to talk about it, it disgusts me and upsets me so much, and I'm pretty sure that not many people would get it. I'm sure I'd just be pegged as being overly dramatic and having "poor me" syndrome.
It's almost like a conspiracy to drive me completely over the edge. It's almost like an extension of home. Yeah, chew on that for a while and see if you can figure it out. I bet some of you can.
Our new sixth editor that I absolutely adored (and still do of course, but:) left us and we've been four days without her and it already sucks even more than I remember it sucking before she was here. So Sarah, if you happen to read this, please, please please come back!
But, you know, it's not just work that feeds the need for the fetal position.
Editor's note: This was written last night, and while I'm still stressed out, I'm off today and feel a bit better. I'm going to do the purse meme in a bit to cheer myself up.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Finally
I finally got around to doing the photo thing, but now there are lots of fun pictures for you to look at. Most of them are of, yes, the animals, but they're cute, I promise!
All this figuring out of Flickr has made me hungry. Night!
All this figuring out of Flickr has made me hungry. Night!
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
The new Dani, now cast-free!
Yes, I've been cast-free for just over a week now, and it's so wonderful! I've never looked forward to washing my face and hair as much as I did the day after it came off. And no, the arm wasn't stinky, but there sure was a lot of nasty, flaky dry skin in there. But I got to wash the arm and hand there in the room right after the cast came off, which was very nice.
I don't have full range of motion, and it hurts if the wrist gets forced too far back, forward, or to the side, but it's getting better.
So, here's how it happened: My parents had been up that day and we all went to the county fair and had a lovely time. When they left, I took Rusty out since he'd been cooped up all day. It was about 8 p.m. and the 'rents hadn't even been gone 10 minutes.
Rusty was all crazed because my parents had been here, so he was running around like a lunatic. I was standing at the end of the sidewalk, and I was going to hop over his chain as he ran past so it wouldn't burn my ankles for the second time that day.
I didn't time it right.
The chain yanked my feet out from under me, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled face-down in the yard with a very painful nose and left wrist.
And of course, since I was laying on the ground, I wanted to play with Rusty, who was all over me. Obscene things were shouted, Dave came running over from the garage, and then my nose started bleeding so we went inside.
The great debate over going to the hospital began after the bleeding stopped, and I REALLY didn't want to go, so we decided to ice it and see what happened. (I was hoping for just a sprain)
Well, around midnight I decided maybe we should take a trip to the ER. I got to tell the story of the evil beast many, many times, got x-rays taken, found out it was fractured, got a splint and some percoset, and went home very unhappy. I took the percoset, it made me nauseous and didn't help the pain, so I went to bed even more unhappy.
Of course it was a holiday weekend, so I couldn't go see the orthopedist until Tuesday, but I eventually got the lovely cast, and the next six weeks pretty much sucked ass. Now I have to go to physical therapy (but probably not for very long) and do "exercises" at home, which includes playing with a big wad of neon red silly putty-type stuff. And I have a little brace to wear in case I decide to do any lifting, which I can assure will not happen. I wear it to bed though, because I'm paranoid I'll do something bad to it in my sleep.
The end.
Not really worth the wait, was it?
I don't have full range of motion, and it hurts if the wrist gets forced too far back, forward, or to the side, but it's getting better.
So, here's how it happened: My parents had been up that day and we all went to the county fair and had a lovely time. When they left, I took Rusty out since he'd been cooped up all day. It was about 8 p.m. and the 'rents hadn't even been gone 10 minutes.
Rusty was all crazed because my parents had been here, so he was running around like a lunatic. I was standing at the end of the sidewalk, and I was going to hop over his chain as he ran past so it wouldn't burn my ankles for the second time that day.
I didn't time it right.
The chain yanked my feet out from under me, and the next thing I knew I was sprawled face-down in the yard with a very painful nose and left wrist.
And of course, since I was laying on the ground, I wanted to play with Rusty, who was all over me. Obscene things were shouted, Dave came running over from the garage, and then my nose started bleeding so we went inside.
The great debate over going to the hospital began after the bleeding stopped, and I REALLY didn't want to go, so we decided to ice it and see what happened. (I was hoping for just a sprain)
Well, around midnight I decided maybe we should take a trip to the ER. I got to tell the story of the evil beast many, many times, got x-rays taken, found out it was fractured, got a splint and some percoset, and went home very unhappy. I took the percoset, it made me nauseous and didn't help the pain, so I went to bed even more unhappy.
Of course it was a holiday weekend, so I couldn't go see the orthopedist until Tuesday, but I eventually got the lovely cast, and the next six weeks pretty much sucked ass. Now I have to go to physical therapy (but probably not for very long) and do "exercises" at home, which includes playing with a big wad of neon red silly putty-type stuff. And I have a little brace to wear in case I decide to do any lifting, which I can assure will not happen. I wear it to bed though, because I'm paranoid I'll do something bad to it in my sleep.
The end.
Not really worth the wait, was it?
Friday, September 16, 2005
Still here
Still broken, and still without the VR program, so maybe this weekend I'll light a fire under Dave to help me with that. Sorry, but that's all. It takes too fucking long to type anything, and I ramble, so no more at the moment.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Fractured
My wrist, that is. Luckily it's the left one, so I can still write and use the mouse. We have a voice recognition program, so when we get me set up with that, I'll tell the story. Big surprise, the dog is involved.
One-handed typing is for the birds.
One-handed typing is for the birds.
Monday, August 29, 2005
What a weirdo
Jen tagged me almost a month ago, so here you go:
Idiosyncrasy: A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. I'm supposed to list five of mine.
1. I have to count stairs when going up or coming down.
2. I have to check the alarm clock at least two times.
3. I have to check to make sure the doors are locked at least two times. (Sometimes 2 and three make me get out of bed.)
4. I go through phases of hobbies/activities. Sometimes all I want to do is read, sometimes it's sewing, sometimes it's crosswords, sometimes it's making jewelry, sometimes it's playing computer games. Sadly, it's never cleaning.
5. I have to be doing something when I'm watching TV, like playing gameboy or doing a crossword. I generally can't just sit and watch TV.
Maybe next time I'll get around to the reunion recap.
Idiosyncrasy: A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group. I'm supposed to list five of mine.
1. I have to count stairs when going up or coming down.
2. I have to check the alarm clock at least two times.
3. I have to check to make sure the doors are locked at least two times. (Sometimes 2 and three make me get out of bed.)
4. I go through phases of hobbies/activities. Sometimes all I want to do is read, sometimes it's sewing, sometimes it's crosswords, sometimes it's making jewelry, sometimes it's playing computer games. Sadly, it's never cleaning.
5. I have to be doing something when I'm watching TV, like playing gameboy or doing a crossword. I generally can't just sit and watch TV.
Maybe next time I'll get around to the reunion recap.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
No time for love, Dr. Jones
As usual, the promises to myself to be better about posting have not worked, but you know what, I just don't care ... so there! But MB told me to make with the blog, and I happened to have e-mailed a post to myself from work Tuesday night, so I'll stop being lazy and post it.
I promised the story of Rusty's last trip to the vet almost a month ago, and here it is.
Rusty had puked every day for almost a week, and he was doing this weird fake leg-lifting on the tree but not peeing thing (he wasn't not peeing all the time so I didn't know what to make of it), and he needed a new kennel cough vaccination, so we drove up to BG for a visit with Dr. Jones.
Well, eventually we went back to the examining room (there's always a bit of a wait), and Dr. Jones asked me what exactly was going on, and I told him the "symptoms" and also that Dave was out of town and that Rusty hadn't been eating as much as usual. Blah blah blah. Next thing I know, Dr. Jones has a rubber glove on and is getting out some gel and then, AND THEN, he stuck his finger up my dog's ass!
Rusty did not take too kindly to this, and it took two assistants to hold him while Dr. Jones finished checking him out. And then, AND THEN, Rusty squatted and took a shit right there in the examining room. I was mortified! I said, "Oh Rusty" in an embarrassed voice, and Dr. Jones said, "Oh, that's to be expected. I stimulated him."
Well, if you're OK with it, I guess I am too. But please don't ever talk about stimulating my dog again, OK?
So, he says Rusty's prostate is slightly enlarged, which is odd since he's not even 2 years old, and that I should keep an eye on him, see if he gets better after Dave gets back, and go from there. Then it's time for the vaccination, which gets sprayed up the nose. Dr. Jones starts heading for Rusty, who is leaning against my leg. As Dr. Jones gets closer, Rusty starts scooting his butt around behind me so Dr. Jones can't get at it again. If I hadn't felt so bad for him, I would have laughed my fool head off. But I laughed and laughed later, so don't think I'm all nice and shit!
So he got his vaccine, we got some anti-nausea pills for him, paid and headed home. It was a very long day for both of us.
Next time: The 10-Year High School Reunion.
I promised the story of Rusty's last trip to the vet almost a month ago, and here it is.
Rusty had puked every day for almost a week, and he was doing this weird fake leg-lifting on the tree but not peeing thing (he wasn't not peeing all the time so I didn't know what to make of it), and he needed a new kennel cough vaccination, so we drove up to BG for a visit with Dr. Jones.
Well, eventually we went back to the examining room (there's always a bit of a wait), and Dr. Jones asked me what exactly was going on, and I told him the "symptoms" and also that Dave was out of town and that Rusty hadn't been eating as much as usual. Blah blah blah. Next thing I know, Dr. Jones has a rubber glove on and is getting out some gel and then, AND THEN, he stuck his finger up my dog's ass!
Rusty did not take too kindly to this, and it took two assistants to hold him while Dr. Jones finished checking him out. And then, AND THEN, Rusty squatted and took a shit right there in the examining room. I was mortified! I said, "Oh Rusty" in an embarrassed voice, and Dr. Jones said, "Oh, that's to be expected. I stimulated him."
Well, if you're OK with it, I guess I am too. But please don't ever talk about stimulating my dog again, OK?
So, he says Rusty's prostate is slightly enlarged, which is odd since he's not even 2 years old, and that I should keep an eye on him, see if he gets better after Dave gets back, and go from there. Then it's time for the vaccination, which gets sprayed up the nose. Dr. Jones starts heading for Rusty, who is leaning against my leg. As Dr. Jones gets closer, Rusty starts scooting his butt around behind me so Dr. Jones can't get at it again. If I hadn't felt so bad for him, I would have laughed my fool head off. But I laughed and laughed later, so don't think I'm all nice and shit!
So he got his vaccine, we got some anti-nausea pills for him, paid and headed home. It was a very long day for both of us.
Next time: The 10-Year High School Reunion.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
This is why I didn't promise
Because all week I've had the computer to myself and this is only my second entry. You know why? 'Cause I'm freakin' tired, that's why! Oh, and lazy.
The new editor started on Monday, and she's very nice, and she likes country music, so I think we should keep her. Plus she's somewhat familiar with our system, so that should be good too.
I got up early to take Rusty to the vet today, so I'm extra tired so I'm going to cut this very short. I'll tell the vet story next time, and I would bet Rusty's cookies that you'll laugh.
The new editor started on Monday, and she's very nice, and she likes country music, so I think we should keep her. Plus she's somewhat familiar with our system, so that should be good too.
I got up early to take Rusty to the vet today, so I'm extra tired so I'm going to cut this very short. I'll tell the vet story next time, and I would bet Rusty's cookies that you'll laugh.
Monday, July 25, 2005
Breathing water
That's what it's like every time I step outside, and IT SUCKS! I'm sick of it! Stupid weather. This is going to be quick, because the computer is upstairs and it's too blasted hot to be up here right now - the window AC needs to work a bit harder, I think.
I've been quite productive in tracking down classmates, and it's been kind of trippy calling all these random people out of the blue, but I've kind of enjoyed it. And it makes me feel helpful.
I'm on my own this week, so I don't have to fight Dave for the computer so maybe I'll post more than usual ... but I won't make any promises.
I've been quite productive in tracking down classmates, and it's been kind of trippy calling all these random people out of the blue, but I've kind of enjoyed it. And it makes me feel helpful.
I'm on my own this week, so I don't have to fight Dave for the computer so maybe I'll post more than usual ... but I won't make any promises.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Reunion blues
My 10 year high school reunion is next month, and I'm not happy. It's not that I don't want to go, I do; it's that no real invitations were sent out. "They" decided to just send out e-vites, as far as I can tell, and I just don't think that was the best way to do it. For starters, even now, not everyone has e-mail. I graduated with 133 people, and let me tell you, there are NOT 133 people listed on that e-vite site. There are also NOT 133 people listed on classmates.com. So, it stands to reason that not everyone is going to hear about the reunion if done solely via e-mail, right?
I think I'm going to try and track people down that don't seem to be on any list. I'm usually halfway successful when I do this type of thing at work, so I'm crossing my fingers I have the same luck with this.
So, I'll start with this: Anyone from Olentangy High School Class of 1995, if you would like information about our 10 year reunion, which is on Aug. 13, please e-mail me and I will send you the info! My e-mail address can be found by following the link to my home page at the bottom of this post.
In other news, my car loan is officially paid off! Naturally, I will begin looking for a new one at the end of the summer, and hope to get a new one in early fall. The current car has an assload of recalls and crappy things, so I can't wait to trade it in towards something else. I'd like to get a convertible, but I'm concerned I'll get knocked up two years into a loan and not be able to get out of it or have anyone buy it out, and convertibles probably aren't the safest mode of transportation for infants. NOT THAT ANY ARE PLANNED IN THE NEAR FUTURE, SO DON'T ANYBODY START WITH ME!!!
In still other news, a new Web site started Tuesday with a list of missing adults in Ohio. Our family friend is on there. So, if anyone from OHS happens to be reading this, please pass the link amongst your friends in the old stomping grounds and ask them to keep their eyes and ears open. Thanks.
Home page
I think I'm going to try and track people down that don't seem to be on any list. I'm usually halfway successful when I do this type of thing at work, so I'm crossing my fingers I have the same luck with this.
So, I'll start with this: Anyone from Olentangy High School Class of 1995, if you would like information about our 10 year reunion, which is on Aug. 13, please e-mail me and I will send you the info! My e-mail address can be found by following the link to my home page at the bottom of this post.
In other news, my car loan is officially paid off! Naturally, I will begin looking for a new one at the end of the summer, and hope to get a new one in early fall. The current car has an assload of recalls and crappy things, so I can't wait to trade it in towards something else. I'd like to get a convertible, but I'm concerned I'll get knocked up two years into a loan and not be able to get out of it or have anyone buy it out, and convertibles probably aren't the safest mode of transportation for infants. NOT THAT ANY ARE PLANNED IN THE NEAR FUTURE, SO DON'T ANYBODY START WITH ME!!!
In still other news, a new Web site started Tuesday with a list of missing adults in Ohio. Our family friend is on there. So, if anyone from OHS happens to be reading this, please pass the link amongst your friends in the old stomping grounds and ask them to keep their eyes and ears open. Thanks.
Home page
Monday, July 18, 2005
Roundup
No, not the weed killer. A brief overview of recent events.
There's still no word on the family friend that's missing, aside from two people seeing him peek his head into a bar the Friday after he went missing. So, that makes things even weirder, in my opinion.
Rusty peed in the bedroom early Saturday morning (just before 2 a.m.) just as I was settling in to begin "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" (HBP). I was quite pissed. He's never done that before, and he'd better not do it ever again, or he'll get the boot!
Went to the family cookout Saturday on about three hours of sleep, but I didn't get too grouchy, surprisingly enough. It was nice to see everyone, and I even got to watch my parents, Dave, cousins, uncle, and other sundry people play cornhole and listen to lots of people make jokes pertaining to cornhole. We also listened to HBP on the way there and back, so the drive time didn't take too much away from the finishing of the book.
Which, by the way, I did around 2:30 a.m. Saturday. I must say, I am really not happy with J.K. Rowling at this moment. Dave and I kept saying "I don't like the way this book has started ... I don't have a good feeling about this ..." Not that the book is bad, mind you, just, well, we didn't like where we thought she was going with it. I kept hoping and hoping that what I thought was going to happen didn't happen, but it did. I bawled my eyes out toward the end when *NAME WITHHELD* died. (And if I just spoiled things a bit for anyone, I apologize, but where the hell have you been? Don't you read the papers? Rowling said ages ago that she was going to kill off another main character!)
Then today I got to go to work. Hooray! I also learned today that the little girl next door has started taking after her brother and repeatedly asking "What are you doing?" I can't figure out though if she's actually talking to the dog, or if she thinks my name is Rusty, or if she just calls both of us Rusty because she can't remember my name, because she kept saying "Rusty, what are you doing?" or "What are you doing, Rusty?" She just turned 3 so who knows what's in her head. But I am so looking forward to having two kids scream at me from their porch! Um, no, not so much.
There's still no word on the family friend that's missing, aside from two people seeing him peek his head into a bar the Friday after he went missing. So, that makes things even weirder, in my opinion.
Rusty peed in the bedroom early Saturday morning (just before 2 a.m.) just as I was settling in to begin "Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince" (HBP). I was quite pissed. He's never done that before, and he'd better not do it ever again, or he'll get the boot!
Went to the family cookout Saturday on about three hours of sleep, but I didn't get too grouchy, surprisingly enough. It was nice to see everyone, and I even got to watch my parents, Dave, cousins, uncle, and other sundry people play cornhole and listen to lots of people make jokes pertaining to cornhole. We also listened to HBP on the way there and back, so the drive time didn't take too much away from the finishing of the book.
Which, by the way, I did around 2:30 a.m. Saturday. I must say, I am really not happy with J.K. Rowling at this moment. Dave and I kept saying "I don't like the way this book has started ... I don't have a good feeling about this ..." Not that the book is bad, mind you, just, well, we didn't like where we thought she was going with it. I kept hoping and hoping that what I thought was going to happen didn't happen, but it did. I bawled my eyes out toward the end when *NAME WITHHELD* died. (And if I just spoiled things a bit for anyone, I apologize, but where the hell have you been? Don't you read the papers? Rowling said ages ago that she was going to kill off another main character!)
Then today I got to go to work. Hooray! I also learned today that the little girl next door has started taking after her brother and repeatedly asking "What are you doing?" I can't figure out though if she's actually talking to the dog, or if she thinks my name is Rusty, or if she just calls both of us Rusty because she can't remember my name, because she kept saying "Rusty, what are you doing?" or "What are you doing, Rusty?" She just turned 3 so who knows what's in her head. But I am so looking forward to having two kids scream at me from their porch! Um, no, not so much.
Monday, July 11, 2005
A truly sucky week
A friend of the family, a guy I've known for as long as I can remember, has been missing since sometime the night of July 3/morning of July 4. No one's heard from him, his credit cards haven't been used, his car hasn't turned up, nothing. This has been the main topic of conversation for the last several days whenever I talk to my parents, and they've been going to his parents' house the last few days. It's very strange to even be on the fringe of this kind of situation; I say fringe because although our parents have been friends since long before I was born, we didn't hang out in school. Anyway, if you happen to be reading this from the Columbus or Powell area, please keep an eye out.
To add to the rottenness of the week, Kim called Sunday morning to tell us that Charles' brother died in his sleep sometime Saturday night/Sunday morning. I feel really horrible for Charles all around, obviously, but also because his birthday was also Saturday and that's a really shitty thing to have to think of on his birthday for the rest of his life.
I really hope the rule of three doesn't apply here.
To add to the rottenness of the week, Kim called Sunday morning to tell us that Charles' brother died in his sleep sometime Saturday night/Sunday morning. I feel really horrible for Charles all around, obviously, but also because his birthday was also Saturday and that's a really shitty thing to have to think of on his birthday for the rest of his life.
I really hope the rule of three doesn't apply here.
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
My kind of holiday
I like Monday holidays, as we don't have a Monday paper so I get Sunday off and have a real weekend. I did absolutely nothing productive on Saturday, which was lovely. On Sunday we pulled the weeds out of the one flowerbed we've done anything with, then planted some more flowers and put some mulch down. My legs are killing me from all the squatting, bending down, etc., but the flowers look nice. I got overheated though, so I had a headache most of the evening. I'm starting to think gardening is just too much damn work - let the weeds take over!
We did have another neighbor child incident Saturday, which ruined my laziness buzz. This time I had the dog outside and I was on the phone with Dave, trying to figure out what we were going to do for dinner (the Chinese restaurant we wanted take-out from was closed). I'm going through the phone book, and the neighbors get home. The little boy comes flying up to where we were, shouting as always, with a pencil with a shark head on the end, which he used to poke at and hit the dog. Then he threw the pencil at the dog into our yard, so Rusty grabbed it and ran off with it so he could eat it. Dave's asking me if I want this or that at a different restaurant but I could hardly hear him. I told him to hold on because I had to get the kid's toy from the dog so the dog didn't eat it because he'd thrown it at Rusty, trying to say this loud enough so that the mother hears me. Then Dave and I hung up and I took the dog inside and slammed that door as hard as I could because DAMMIT PEOPLE I'M TIRED OF THIS!
What happens when the kid pokes my dog's eye out because he doesn't listen when you tell him not to hit or poke the dog with sticks? Do I get to sue them?
Anyway, mostly a nice, quiet holiday weekend. I guess that was to gear me up for the next two weeks at work - we'll be down a person due to vacations both weeks, and we were last week too. But I'll try not to complain too much, since I was just on vacation too.
We did have another neighbor child incident Saturday, which ruined my laziness buzz. This time I had the dog outside and I was on the phone with Dave, trying to figure out what we were going to do for dinner (the Chinese restaurant we wanted take-out from was closed). I'm going through the phone book, and the neighbors get home. The little boy comes flying up to where we were, shouting as always, with a pencil with a shark head on the end, which he used to poke at and hit the dog. Then he threw the pencil at the dog into our yard, so Rusty grabbed it and ran off with it so he could eat it. Dave's asking me if I want this or that at a different restaurant but I could hardly hear him. I told him to hold on because I had to get the kid's toy from the dog so the dog didn't eat it because he'd thrown it at Rusty, trying to say this loud enough so that the mother hears me. Then Dave and I hung up and I took the dog inside and slammed that door as hard as I could because DAMMIT PEOPLE I'M TIRED OF THIS!
What happens when the kid pokes my dog's eye out because he doesn't listen when you tell him not to hit or poke the dog with sticks? Do I get to sue them?
Anyway, mostly a nice, quiet holiday weekend. I guess that was to gear me up for the next two weeks at work - we'll be down a person due to vacations both weeks, and we were last week too. But I'll try not to complain too much, since I was just on vacation too.
Friday, July 01, 2005
I thought I was safe.
And then MB broke the rules and tagged me, too. So I guess my assignment is to list my current six favorite songs and then pick six others to do the same.
OK, my songs are, in no particular order:
1. Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson
2. Beer for My Horses by Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
3. You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban
4. Break Down Here by Julie Roberts
5. Speed by Montgomery Gentry
6. When You Come Back to Me Again by Garth Brooks
I think I'll be blaring the country music this weekend, thanks to this.
Now I'm supposed to tag six others. Problem with that is I don't know six other bloggers ... I admit it, I'm a lurker and love to read but never comment! I like to browse through MB's blogroll, but I thought it would be quite rotten to use her list here since she found them.
Anyway, since I don't have a lot of options for tagging, I'll choose Tasha and if any of her fellow bloggers feel like doing it, they can too!
I didn't get around to checking out the picture stuff here yet, so maybe that'll be my weekend project whilst bringing down the roof with fiddles and steel guitars. Or maybe I'll look at that flickr thing. In reality, I probably won't do either, but at least I'm thinking about it.
So, guess what? Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out in two weeks! I absolutely can't stand it! I saw a picture at work Wednesday night of stacks and stacks and stacks of the books at a warehouse somewhere on the East Coast (AP wasn't allowed to disclose the location), and I was so fucking jealous of the people standing next to them! Do you think any of them snuck a peek at the first chapter? I WOULD! I wouldn't be able to stop myself! All those books, begging to be read! And Jim Dale, the guy who records them on tape, he's already done the tapes and knows what happens! I have never wanted to be a British man before now. (That means I want to be Jim Dale, for those of you who are having trouble keeping up)
For Order of the Phoenix, I stayed up until about 7 a.m. reading, got a bit of sleep, and had that thing finished by the end of the day. And it is quite a hefty book, ya know.
The worst thing is that my uncle is having a family cookout the day Half Blood Prince comes out, and I'm pretty sure many aunts and uncles, not to mention my parents, would be a bit pissed if we didn't go because I had to spend the day reading. So, Dave is still going to get the book at midnight, along with the tapes, I'm going to read the first chapter as soon as he gets home, and then we'll listen to the book on the way to my uncle's house. And maybe I'll hide in a corner with the book book, because I really just cannot wait to read the damn thing! Two Weeks!
Oh yeah, and my birthday is in one week. But in two weeks I'll know who the half blood prince is and who dies! Priorities people!
OK, my songs are, in no particular order:
1. Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson
2. Beer for My Horses by Toby Keith and Willie Nelson
3. You'll Think of Me by Keith Urban
4. Break Down Here by Julie Roberts
5. Speed by Montgomery Gentry
6. When You Come Back to Me Again by Garth Brooks
I think I'll be blaring the country music this weekend, thanks to this.
Now I'm supposed to tag six others. Problem with that is I don't know six other bloggers ... I admit it, I'm a lurker and love to read but never comment! I like to browse through MB's blogroll, but I thought it would be quite rotten to use her list here since she found them.
Anyway, since I don't have a lot of options for tagging, I'll choose Tasha and if any of her fellow bloggers feel like doing it, they can too!
I didn't get around to checking out the picture stuff here yet, so maybe that'll be my weekend project whilst bringing down the roof with fiddles and steel guitars. Or maybe I'll look at that flickr thing. In reality, I probably won't do either, but at least I'm thinking about it.
So, guess what? Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince comes out in two weeks! I absolutely can't stand it! I saw a picture at work Wednesday night of stacks and stacks and stacks of the books at a warehouse somewhere on the East Coast (AP wasn't allowed to disclose the location), and I was so fucking jealous of the people standing next to them! Do you think any of them snuck a peek at the first chapter? I WOULD! I wouldn't be able to stop myself! All those books, begging to be read! And Jim Dale, the guy who records them on tape, he's already done the tapes and knows what happens! I have never wanted to be a British man before now. (That means I want to be Jim Dale, for those of you who are having trouble keeping up)
For Order of the Phoenix, I stayed up until about 7 a.m. reading, got a bit of sleep, and had that thing finished by the end of the day. And it is quite a hefty book, ya know.
The worst thing is that my uncle is having a family cookout the day Half Blood Prince comes out, and I'm pretty sure many aunts and uncles, not to mention my parents, would be a bit pissed if we didn't go because I had to spend the day reading. So, Dave is still going to get the book at midnight, along with the tapes, I'm going to read the first chapter as soon as he gets home, and then we'll listen to the book on the way to my uncle's house. And maybe I'll hide in a corner with the book book, because I really just cannot wait to read the damn thing! Two Weeks!
Oh yeah, and my birthday is in one week. But in two weeks I'll know who the half blood prince is and who dies! Priorities people!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
I forgot
We did find my sister by the way. Long story short, the outside phone lines were very, very bad and it took them several days to get it fixed. I tried her one more time that Friday morning before calling her neighbor, and she answered. And after I told her I was going to call the neighbor or drive to Akron, I'm pretty sure she thought I was crazy.
Longest. Drive. Ever.
Well, Dave and I trekked to the Outer Banks of North Carolina last week, and I must say, as nice of a time as it was, I've never been so happy to see the streets of Findlay as I was at 2:15 a.m. Sunday. What should have been a 14-hour drive home (which is plenty long as it is) turned out to be a 16.5-hour drive home, due to all the traffic around Virginia Beach, Williamstown, etc. Plus I had a headache for almost the entire drive. It was horrid.
But the vacation part of the vacation was nice (although if I never ever smell seafood again it will be much, much too soon). We were there with many of my in-laws: Ellen and Dave, Amy and her fiance Joe, Ellen's sister and brother-in-law Ann and Herb, their two sons Herbie and Peter, and Herbie's little boy Jason. That's a lot of people, but the house they rented was quite large, so it was OK.
Dave and I hung out a lot with Amy & Joe which was good because I feel the need to bond with them. The four of us went to Kitty Hawk (you know, that place where those Wright guys flew that crazy machine thingy), hit the mall, hit the outlet mall (which sucked, as most outlet malls do), had some meals, played some pool. We hung out with everyone else too, of course.
But seriously, for two people who don't eat seafood, there were some stomach-churning moments, let me tell you. For instance, on Friday we bought some tasty peanut butter/chocolate fudge and wanted to put it in the refrigerator so it wouldn't get all melty. I opened the fridge and got a gust of crab stink powerful enough to make my eyes water. Big pot o'crabs sitting in there uncovered. I wanted to puke, I was so sick of smelling crab, shrimp, clams, etc. by that point. Needless to say, the fudge stayed in our room where it only risked soaking up the scent of coconut lime verbena body splash.
The only other troubling thing was that the water was very hard and there was very little water pressure in the shower, both of which made it next to impossible to rinse my hair. It was hard enough making sure all the soap was rinsed off my face, so I just stood under the sucky little spray as long as I thought I could without people thinking I take the longest showers ever and then promptly pulled my wet hair back because the shampoo never quite went away. I hate that!
I could go on, but I think I'll continue another time, perhaps tomorrow if I feel like it. I'm itching to figure out the whole posting-pictures-on-blogger thing, now that it's been available for months.
But the vacation part of the vacation was nice (although if I never ever smell seafood again it will be much, much too soon). We were there with many of my in-laws: Ellen and Dave, Amy and her fiance Joe, Ellen's sister and brother-in-law Ann and Herb, their two sons Herbie and Peter, and Herbie's little boy Jason. That's a lot of people, but the house they rented was quite large, so it was OK.
Dave and I hung out a lot with Amy & Joe which was good because I feel the need to bond with them. The four of us went to Kitty Hawk (you know, that place where those Wright guys flew that crazy machine thingy), hit the mall, hit the outlet mall (which sucked, as most outlet malls do), had some meals, played some pool. We hung out with everyone else too, of course.
But seriously, for two people who don't eat seafood, there were some stomach-churning moments, let me tell you. For instance, on Friday we bought some tasty peanut butter/chocolate fudge and wanted to put it in the refrigerator so it wouldn't get all melty. I opened the fridge and got a gust of crab stink powerful enough to make my eyes water. Big pot o'crabs sitting in there uncovered. I wanted to puke, I was so sick of smelling crab, shrimp, clams, etc. by that point. Needless to say, the fudge stayed in our room where it only risked soaking up the scent of coconut lime verbena body splash.
The only other troubling thing was that the water was very hard and there was very little water pressure in the shower, both of which made it next to impossible to rinse my hair. It was hard enough making sure all the soap was rinsed off my face, so I just stood under the sucky little spray as long as I thought I could without people thinking I take the longest showers ever and then promptly pulled my wet hair back because the shampoo never quite went away. I hate that!
I could go on, but I think I'll continue another time, perhaps tomorrow if I feel like it. I'm itching to figure out the whole posting-pictures-on-blogger thing, now that it's been available for months.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
So nobody's heard from Kim since Monday, and we're getting a little concerned since they were supposed to get the phone hooked up Tuesday and she said she was going to call my parents, but, as I said, has not. We've tried calling their alleged number at all hours of the day to no avail. We just get voice mail, which is more encouraging than a message saying we've called a nonworking number, but still, nobody ever answers. We're thinking maybe for some silly-ass reason they haven't plugged the phone in, or perhaps the ringer is turned down or off, but again, as I said, she was supposed to call by now. And she also said that she and Charles were going to my parents' house on Saturday to pick up some of their stuff. Maybe she'll call Mom & Dad tomorrow to talk about the Saturday visit, but it's too late now. I've tracked down their neighbors & said neighbors' phone number, and I'm calling those neighbors tomorrow as soon as I wake up and get some coffee in me to ask them to leave a note for Ms. Kim asking - no, telling - her to call me or my parents. And if she and Charles are embarrassed, TOO DAMN BAD! Maybe they'll learn the importance of keeping in touch with easily-worried family members.
In other news - damn, there isn't any other news.
In other news - damn, there isn't any other news.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Sometimes anger is a good thing. I wish it was a good thing more often, since I seem to be angry all the time these days, but at least Sunday it made me a bit productive. I got so mad yet again about having 50,000 boxes crammed into closets and put in the garage without having been sorted through when we moved A YEAR AGO that I actually threw a bunch of crap out, found three (small) things to put in a garage sale (that we may or may not have, but at least it was mentioned), and made a little more space in one of the downstairs closets. Not a big victory, but a victory nonetheless.
In other news, we trucked our collective ass and a washer and dryer to Akron last Wednesday to help Kim and Charles move their stuff into the new house. All things considered, it well a hell of a lot better than I had expected. It was hella hot (ha ha, I love you Jeff) and they had an amazing amount of stuff to be taken upstairs and I went too long without a rest, but that's OK. And I cut my leg on the corner of a dresser drawer, so now I have a big red cut with a big purple bruise all around it, but that's OK too.
Skipping on over to yet another topic, I have some advice to all my friends who have children, who are pregnant, or who are even thinking about having children: Do not, under any circumstances, let your child harass your childless neighbors. Especially your childless neighbors who work late and therefore sleep late and who have told you that they have no desire to have children at the moment because their animals are plenty to handle right now, thankyouverymuch.
You see, we have this problem. I apparently was too nice when the people next door moved in and did not set boundaries about when it's OK for the little boy to come over and play with the dog. Now, whenever it's nice outside and I'm out with Rusty, he's in my yard, in my face, in the dog's face. We're not talking every now and then, we're talking 95% of the time.
This little boy is only 5, so I have to hold the dog the entire time the boy is in reach, and that dog is really strong, so it's difficult at times. And it doesn't matter how many times I tell him he needs to stay in his yard so Rusty doesn't jump on him and hurt him, it doesn't matter how many times his mom says it, he just heads on over.
It used to be that when I would tell him to get back over in his yard, he'd look at me and say, "What?" like I had just spewed a bunch of gibberish. His new thing is to look at me and say, "I know" and then proceed to climb up on my porch or rile the dog up. A couple days ago I told him that he needed to go back in his yard so he didn't get hurt and he said, "I know," then climbed up on my porch, grabbed a ball and said, "Rusty likes to play ball" and then threw the ball into the yard. That's when I said, "OK, we're going in now, you need to go home."
Yeah, that's my new tactic. As soon as he steps foot across that imaginary threshold, we go inside.
It's gotten to the point where I have to try to sneak outside to let Rusty take a shit and then sneak back inside without being seen, which is difficult since there's only like three feet between the houses.
I also greatly enjoy it when I'm in the garage looking for something and I look up at the house to check on the dog, and guess who's there. The worst part (with my being in the garage away from them, but also with the whole situation in general) is that I don't think mom is paying attention, thereby making me responsible if the little angel falls down, gets pushed down by the dog, whatever. I'm sorry, but I gave up babysitting more than a decade ago, and I don't have the time or desire to keep an eye on this boy. I want to be able to sit outside and do crossword puzzles in the sun, waiting for the dog to pee on the side of the porch, in peace.
Any suggestions?
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In other news, we trucked our collective ass and a washer and dryer to Akron last Wednesday to help Kim and Charles move their stuff into the new house. All things considered, it well a hell of a lot better than I had expected. It was hella hot (ha ha, I love you Jeff) and they had an amazing amount of stuff to be taken upstairs and I went too long without a rest, but that's OK. And I cut my leg on the corner of a dresser drawer, so now I have a big red cut with a big purple bruise all around it, but that's OK too.
Skipping on over to yet another topic, I have some advice to all my friends who have children, who are pregnant, or who are even thinking about having children: Do not, under any circumstances, let your child harass your childless neighbors. Especially your childless neighbors who work late and therefore sleep late and who have told you that they have no desire to have children at the moment because their animals are plenty to handle right now, thankyouverymuch.
You see, we have this problem. I apparently was too nice when the people next door moved in and did not set boundaries about when it's OK for the little boy to come over and play with the dog. Now, whenever it's nice outside and I'm out with Rusty, he's in my yard, in my face, in the dog's face. We're not talking every now and then, we're talking 95% of the time.
This little boy is only 5, so I have to hold the dog the entire time the boy is in reach, and that dog is really strong, so it's difficult at times. And it doesn't matter how many times I tell him he needs to stay in his yard so Rusty doesn't jump on him and hurt him, it doesn't matter how many times his mom says it, he just heads on over.
It used to be that when I would tell him to get back over in his yard, he'd look at me and say, "What?" like I had just spewed a bunch of gibberish. His new thing is to look at me and say, "I know" and then proceed to climb up on my porch or rile the dog up. A couple days ago I told him that he needed to go back in his yard so he didn't get hurt and he said, "I know," then climbed up on my porch, grabbed a ball and said, "Rusty likes to play ball" and then threw the ball into the yard. That's when I said, "OK, we're going in now, you need to go home."
Yeah, that's my new tactic. As soon as he steps foot across that imaginary threshold, we go inside.
It's gotten to the point where I have to try to sneak outside to let Rusty take a shit and then sneak back inside without being seen, which is difficult since there's only like three feet between the houses.
I also greatly enjoy it when I'm in the garage looking for something and I look up at the house to check on the dog, and guess who's there. The worst part (with my being in the garage away from them, but also with the whole situation in general) is that I don't think mom is paying attention, thereby making me responsible if the little angel falls down, gets pushed down by the dog, whatever. I'm sorry, but I gave up babysitting more than a decade ago, and I don't have the time or desire to keep an eye on this boy. I want to be able to sit outside and do crossword puzzles in the sun, waiting for the dog to pee on the side of the porch, in peace.
Any suggestions?
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
OK, here's the Sugar Puddin' story, as promised.
I was outside with the dog when I heard someone say, "Oh my god no! Get back here!" Rusty ran to the side of the house, so I thought it was the boy with the dog that runs loose, being scared because I've threatened to call the dog warden the next time that dog gets anywhere near Rusty. I went to the side of the house, no boy, no dog. I realized it was Dave that had said it, and that he was upstairs.
Then Dave says, "Dani! Sugar's on the roof!" Well, that's not a good thing! Luckily though, it's a flat roof so she didn't go skidding down anywhere. I backed up into the yard so that I could see the window where Dave was, and I see Sugar scrambling to get back in the window. She couldn't get a foothold, so Dave pulled her back in.
Turns out, Dave was upstairs working and had the window open. Sugar is a big fan of sitting in open windows. She's also a big fan of standing on her back legs to reach things between the window and the screen. There was a little hole in the screen, so we figure she was stretching up to play with the torn part, leaned too hard on the screen and fell out.
Dave said she was darting back and forth on the roof, looking over the side, trying to figure out what to do. Apparently she decided that even though she's a very good jumper, she's not good enough to make it through that landing.
I'm sure this story would have been much more amusing had I told it when it happened, as it was fresher, but that's life. Between being grouchy and not feeling like getting online and Dave hogging the computer when I do feel like blogging ... well, obviously, not a lot of posts. I'll try to do better, I promise!
I was outside with the dog when I heard someone say, "Oh my god no! Get back here!" Rusty ran to the side of the house, so I thought it was the boy with the dog that runs loose, being scared because I've threatened to call the dog warden the next time that dog gets anywhere near Rusty. I went to the side of the house, no boy, no dog. I realized it was Dave that had said it, and that he was upstairs.
Then Dave says, "Dani! Sugar's on the roof!" Well, that's not a good thing! Luckily though, it's a flat roof so she didn't go skidding down anywhere. I backed up into the yard so that I could see the window where Dave was, and I see Sugar scrambling to get back in the window. She couldn't get a foothold, so Dave pulled her back in.
Turns out, Dave was upstairs working and had the window open. Sugar is a big fan of sitting in open windows. She's also a big fan of standing on her back legs to reach things between the window and the screen. There was a little hole in the screen, so we figure she was stretching up to play with the torn part, leaned too hard on the screen and fell out.
Dave said she was darting back and forth on the roof, looking over the side, trying to figure out what to do. Apparently she decided that even though she's a very good jumper, she's not good enough to make it through that landing.
I'm sure this story would have been much more amusing had I told it when it happened, as it was fresher, but that's life. Between being grouchy and not feeling like getting online and Dave hogging the computer when I do feel like blogging ... well, obviously, not a lot of posts. I'll try to do better, I promise!
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
I think my life is about to get easier. I have finally figured out that what I say really doesn't matter. This explains why, whether I'm having a civil conversation or screaming obscenities, it all goes in one ear and out the other. For all these years, I've been under the impression that my thoughts and opinions carried some weight, but they don't. Therefore, I no longer have to bother carrying on any sort of meaningful conversation with anyone. I can just say "uh-huh" or repeat "flibbitigibbit" over and over, and it won't make a bit of difference either way. Won't that be so much easier?
Don't worry, I'll most likely explain next time, not that it'll matter.
While I don't feel like telling the Sugar Puddin' story right now, I will tell you that my trip to BG a couple weeks ago was wasted, as Kim & Charles are moving to Akron. But that's OK, because they'll still be closer, and nothing I would have said to them would have mattered to them, either.
Don't worry, I'll most likely explain next time, not that it'll matter.
While I don't feel like telling the Sugar Puddin' story right now, I will tell you that my trip to BG a couple weeks ago was wasted, as Kim & Charles are moving to Akron. But that's OK, because they'll still be closer, and nothing I would have said to them would have mattered to them, either.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Guess what I'm doing today, as soon as I get my lazy ass in the shower? I'm heading up to BG to look for housing for ... my sister! I'll tell the story later, but the short version is there's a good chance that she & Charles will be moving up to northwest Ohio! Holy crap!
I will also tell the story of Sugar Puddin's big adventure later, if I remember.
I will also tell the story of Sugar Puddin's big adventure later, if I remember.
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
OK, the serious dieting must begin, and the reason is threefold (as was the purpose of Chandler being in the box on Thanksgiving on "Friends," but I digress).
1. My 10-year high school reunion is this summer. I'd like to look really good, but I'll settle for decent.
2. We're going on vacation to the Outer Banks with my in-laws in June. See second sentence of No. 1.
3. I'm just tired of being fat and depressed.
In other news, I think I'm getting sick. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up with a full-blown cold, which makes me very unhappy. I keep hoping maybe it's just my sinuses since it was so nice and warm today after the evilness and cold, but I think it's just a pipe dream.
In news not related to me whatsoever, Johnny Cochran died, so he is now burning in hell for repeatedly getting murderers and other bad seeds acquitted.
And speaking of people going to hell, I hear Jerry Falwell's in the hospital again. They say he's clinically stable but critically ill, so we'll just have to wait and see.
1. My 10-year high school reunion is this summer. I'd like to look really good, but I'll settle for decent.
2. We're going on vacation to the Outer Banks with my in-laws in June. See second sentence of No. 1.
3. I'm just tired of being fat and depressed.
In other news, I think I'm getting sick. I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up with a full-blown cold, which makes me very unhappy. I keep hoping maybe it's just my sinuses since it was so nice and warm today after the evilness and cold, but I think it's just a pipe dream.
In news not related to me whatsoever, Johnny Cochran died, so he is now burning in hell for repeatedly getting murderers and other bad seeds acquitted.
And speaking of people going to hell, I hear Jerry Falwell's in the hospital again. They say he's clinically stable but critically ill, so we'll just have to wait and see.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Either the house is extremely hot right now, or my sinus problems are causing me to run a fever. Either way, I feel like I'm having a heat stroke and going outside doesn't help because I just get overheated as soon as I come back inside! Bleh.
I haven't been able to post because Dave keeps hogging the computer, but that's OK because I don't have much to say right now.
I discovered this morning -- yes, I'm awake waaay before noon and I'm not happy about it (thank you sinuses) -- that we only have four more payments on the car! Woo-hoo! I was planning on getting rid of the bitch as soon as it's paid off and get a shiny new used convertible, but I think we should probably hold off on that. :( If we ever want to buy a house, we've got to save some money somehow.
Ah, Rascal Flatts is on the radio. I need to get their CDs. Did you know that Gary LeVox of Rascal Flatts graduated from my high school? Yeah, I didn't know that until a year or two ago, so don't feel bad if you didn't know. :)
OK, off to surf the Web.
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I haven't been able to post because Dave keeps hogging the computer, but that's OK because I don't have much to say right now.
I discovered this morning -- yes, I'm awake waaay before noon and I'm not happy about it (thank you sinuses) -- that we only have four more payments on the car! Woo-hoo! I was planning on getting rid of the bitch as soon as it's paid off and get a shiny new used convertible, but I think we should probably hold off on that. :( If we ever want to buy a house, we've got to save some money somehow.
Ah, Rascal Flatts is on the radio. I need to get their CDs. Did you know that Gary LeVox of Rascal Flatts graduated from my high school? Yeah, I didn't know that until a year or two ago, so don't feel bad if you didn't know. :)
OK, off to surf the Web.
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Monday, March 14, 2005
Three products I love right now:
1. Oil of Olay's body wash with shea butter for severely dry skin. I always have such dry skin in the winter that every day after I shower I make Dave put lotion on my back, otherwise I'd be itchy all day and my skin would hurt where my bra hit. Then I got a coupon at Meijer for this body wash, so I decided to try it. Since I started using it, I haven't needed the lotion. Woo-hoo! And it smells nice, which is a bonus.
2. Pantene shampoo. I noticed my hair was, I guess you could say kind of gummy, and it was grossing me out. It was like I couldn't get the shampoo washed out, and it was hard to brush, and I could hardly even run my fingers through my hair when it was dry. I switched to Pantene, and I have my nice silky hair back. Woo-hoo!
3. Orville Redenbacher's Cinnabon popcorn. That's right, I said Cinnabon, just like you see at the mall. It's cinnamon popcorn, and then you drizzle the icing all over the popped corn. Mmmmmmmmmmm
And no, sadly, I'm not being paid to say these things. Although I wouldn't object to it.
1. Oil of Olay's body wash with shea butter for severely dry skin. I always have such dry skin in the winter that every day after I shower I make Dave put lotion on my back, otherwise I'd be itchy all day and my skin would hurt where my bra hit. Then I got a coupon at Meijer for this body wash, so I decided to try it. Since I started using it, I haven't needed the lotion. Woo-hoo! And it smells nice, which is a bonus.
2. Pantene shampoo. I noticed my hair was, I guess you could say kind of gummy, and it was grossing me out. It was like I couldn't get the shampoo washed out, and it was hard to brush, and I could hardly even run my fingers through my hair when it was dry. I switched to Pantene, and I have my nice silky hair back. Woo-hoo!
3. Orville Redenbacher's Cinnabon popcorn. That's right, I said Cinnabon, just like you see at the mall. It's cinnamon popcorn, and then you drizzle the icing all over the popped corn. Mmmmmmmmmmm
And no, sadly, I'm not being paid to say these things. Although I wouldn't object to it.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Hey Blogger, I'm getting really fucking tired of losing a post every time I try to post! I guess I need to start copying everything before I try and post it so I can go back and paste it in when it refuses to post.
To briefly go over what I TRIED to say a few minutes ago, either I'm retarded or Ohio's government Web site sucks, because I can't find information about online business rules or vendor's licenses.
The cover of "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has been released. It doesn't seem to be as detailed as previous covers, but what the hell do I know.
Here we go...Oh, as soon as I copy this post.
To briefly go over what I TRIED to say a few minutes ago, either I'm retarded or Ohio's government Web site sucks, because I can't find information about online business rules or vendor's licenses.
The cover of "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has been released. It doesn't seem to be as detailed as previous covers, but what the hell do I know.
Here we go...Oh, as soon as I copy this post.
Add Ohio to list of things that piss me off - oh wait, it's already on that list. We'll just bump it up to the top! Why is it that I can't find any information about the state's rules for online businesses on the state's Web site? I know there are online businesses based in Ohio, and I'm sure you have to have some kind of vendor's license, but I can't find a damned thing about it. Maybe I'm just too sleepy, I dunno. I just don't want to have to call down to Columbus and get put on hold for who knows how long. Bleh.
But on a cheery note, in case you haven't heard, the cover for "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has been released. Doesn't seem very detailed, pretty much just Dumbledore and Harry seemingly staring into a smoking pillar. As always, I'm sure it will make sense once the book has been read, which will be by the end of July 17, the day it comes out! Just over four months! Woo-hoo!
OK, I'm off to try and research online business some more.
But on a cheery note, in case you haven't heard, the cover for "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince" has been released. Doesn't seem very detailed, pretty much just Dumbledore and Harry seemingly staring into a smoking pillar. As always, I'm sure it will make sense once the book has been read, which will be by the end of July 17, the day it comes out! Just over four months! Woo-hoo!
OK, I'm off to try and research online business some more.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Man oh man, do I ever hate that bitch. I was hoping she'd ... hmmm methinks I shouldn't say what I was hoping. But here's an example of why I hate her:
NEW YORK (AP) — Fighting back tears at times, Martha Stewart told cheering employees on her first day back at work Monday that prison was a life-changing experience that made her realize her company may have been out of touch with ordinary Americans. YA THINK?
Dressed in a chocolate-brown suit and pumps, Stewart addressed her employees from a stage where a simple bouquet of yellow daffodils sat in a glass vase atop a stool. Behind her were giant posters of her magazine’s April cover with a photo of daffodils and a headline appropriate for the day: "Just in time for Spring."
"I love all of you from the bottom of my heart — I’m really glad to be home," she said, choking up at the end of her speech. Afterward, she stepped off stage and embraced co-workers one by one. AW, ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL?
Stewart, 63, told the employees that she "learned a great deal about our country" in meeting a cross-section of Americans at the federal women’s prison at Alderson, W.Va. She said that her experience would lead to changes at her homemaking empire that would make it more accessible to ordinary people.
"We’re going to engage and inspire new readers and new viewers for whom these topics may have seemed alien, unfamiliar or even — believe it or not — superficial," she said. SUPERFICIAL? NO, NEVER! AND SURELY NOT UNATTAINABLE FOR WOMEN WHO HAVE JOBS OTHER THAN SITTING AROUND ALL DAY THINKING OF DOILY DESIGNS!
The company was perhaps too focused on the technical aspects of entertaining and cooking, she said, and not enough on why people need to nurture and take care of each other.
"Starting now, we must communicate not only the how-to that we’ve been so proud of, but also the why," she told the group gathered at the Manhattan offices of Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, overlooking the Hudson River.
She also held up the gray and white poncho she wore when she left prison Friday. She said it did not come from a fancy store, but was crocheted by a fellow inmate, with yarn from the commissary.
"The night before I left, she handed me this ... and said, ‘Wear it in good health,’" Stewart said. "I hope she is reading the news and looking at television because I’m so proud of her."
The company’s new chief executive and president, Susan Lyne, introduced Stewart to a standing ovation as "your teacher, my inspiration, our founder." I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, I'M GOING TO VOMIT
Yeah, there was more to the article, but I just couldn't stand it. I hate her and her stupid man hands.
On a lighter note, and seemingly contrary to the above rant, I spent much of the weekend making curtains for the living room and spare room, and for the window at the bottom of the stairs. But you know what? They're not fancy-schmancy curtains with swags and lace and all that crapola. They're rectangles of material hemmed around the edges to keep the light and neighbors out. And I'm proud of them, even if they are plain and simple. Wanna see 'em? OK, go here.
Next up, the bedroom and office curtains! And then the world! OK, maybe not.
Oh, one more thing: "Monty Python's Spamalot" on Broadway. That's all I have to say.
NEW YORK (AP) — Fighting back tears at times, Martha Stewart told cheering employees on her first day back at work Monday that prison was a life-changing experience that made her realize her company may have been out of touch with ordinary Americans. YA THINK?
Dressed in a chocolate-brown suit and pumps, Stewart addressed her employees from a stage where a simple bouquet of yellow daffodils sat in a glass vase atop a stool. Behind her were giant posters of her magazine’s April cover with a photo of daffodils and a headline appropriate for the day: "Just in time for Spring."
"I love all of you from the bottom of my heart — I’m really glad to be home," she said, choking up at the end of her speech. Afterward, she stepped off stage and embraced co-workers one by one. AW, ISN'T SHE WONDERFUL?
Stewart, 63, told the employees that she "learned a great deal about our country" in meeting a cross-section of Americans at the federal women’s prison at Alderson, W.Va. She said that her experience would lead to changes at her homemaking empire that would make it more accessible to ordinary people.
"We’re going to engage and inspire new readers and new viewers for whom these topics may have seemed alien, unfamiliar or even — believe it or not — superficial," she said. SUPERFICIAL? NO, NEVER! AND SURELY NOT UNATTAINABLE FOR WOMEN WHO HAVE JOBS OTHER THAN SITTING AROUND ALL DAY THINKING OF DOILY DESIGNS!
The company was perhaps too focused on the technical aspects of entertaining and cooking, she said, and not enough on why people need to nurture and take care of each other.
"Starting now, we must communicate not only the how-to that we’ve been so proud of, but also the why," she told the group gathered at the Manhattan offices of Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia, overlooking the Hudson River.
She also held up the gray and white poncho she wore when she left prison Friday. She said it did not come from a fancy store, but was crocheted by a fellow inmate, with yarn from the commissary.
"The night before I left, she handed me this ... and said, ‘Wear it in good health,’" Stewart said. "I hope she is reading the news and looking at television because I’m so proud of her."
The company’s new chief executive and president, Susan Lyne, introduced Stewart to a standing ovation as "your teacher, my inspiration, our founder." I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE, I'M GOING TO VOMIT
Yeah, there was more to the article, but I just couldn't stand it. I hate her and her stupid man hands.
On a lighter note, and seemingly contrary to the above rant, I spent much of the weekend making curtains for the living room and spare room, and for the window at the bottom of the stairs. But you know what? They're not fancy-schmancy curtains with swags and lace and all that crapola. They're rectangles of material hemmed around the edges to keep the light and neighbors out. And I'm proud of them, even if they are plain and simple. Wanna see 'em? OK, go here.
Next up, the bedroom and office curtains! And then the world! OK, maybe not.
Oh, one more thing: "Monty Python's Spamalot" on Broadway. That's all I have to say.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Eh, so it's not the next day or during daylight hours, but at least it's not two weeks later. Really not much to tell anyway. A general lack of sleep, a general grouchiness, a general despair that our house will never look like two adults with real jobs live here but will always look like college frat boys live here - you know, the usual stuff.
The threat of a full moon has once again taken its wacky toll on Mojo. He had a strange fascination with Rusty's ear - the inside of it - over the weekend, and tonight he went from sitting on the chair to doing a u-turn run on the chair before dashing off like the devil was on his tail. Speaking of which, I had a dream that part of Mojo's tail broke off, kind of like how a tree branch breaks off. There wasn't any blood, just some snot-looking stuff that could have been slobber gobs from Rusty. It was a very weird dream.
And those, boys and girls, are the highlights. Unless you want to hear about all the cleaning I did this weekend, which I'm pretty sure you don't.
The threat of a full moon has once again taken its wacky toll on Mojo. He had a strange fascination with Rusty's ear - the inside of it - over the weekend, and tonight he went from sitting on the chair to doing a u-turn run on the chair before dashing off like the devil was on his tail. Speaking of which, I had a dream that part of Mojo's tail broke off, kind of like how a tree branch breaks off. There wasn't any blood, just some snot-looking stuff that could have been slobber gobs from Rusty. It was a very weird dream.
And those, boys and girls, are the highlights. Unless you want to hear about all the cleaning I did this weekend, which I'm pretty sure you don't.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
So check this out: I'm blogging on high-speed cable Internet! Woo-hoo! Got it on Monday, but I've been too busy playing stupid online games at the speed of light - OK, at the speed of cable - to blog. But here I am, with pretty much nothing to say.
It's about 3:30 a.m. and I wanted to get on here sooner, but after showing Dave the Shatnerology Web site (yes, as in William Shatner) and Dave showing me how speedy this new hook-up is, Dave decided to go back to the very beginning of The Cat's Ass and read all the way up to the present. I told him that maybe if he read this even once a week he wouldn't need so much time to go through it, but I don't think he was listening. There was only one thing I was embarrassed for him to read, and it was my rant about wanting to buy a house. Oh well, it's how I felt, so tough!
Went to the dentist today, and we're all done with fillings - at least for now. Thank goodness! I had an awful lot of trouble drinking my coffee when I got home, due to the numbness, and managed to spit out a mouthful of coffee instead of swallowing it. Not pretty. Amusing, but definitely not pretty.
And speaking of the dentist, Have I mentioned that I now have dental insurance? Well, Dave does anyway, and I'm covered too, and it's some pretty good coverage. Now if somebody would just give us vision coverage, we'd be all set...
Well, that's about it. I'm just not in a writing mood, so maybe more tomorrow - and maybe during daylight since the phone won't be tied up anymore!!
It's about 3:30 a.m. and I wanted to get on here sooner, but after showing Dave the Shatnerology Web site (yes, as in William Shatner) and Dave showing me how speedy this new hook-up is, Dave decided to go back to the very beginning of The Cat's Ass and read all the way up to the present. I told him that maybe if he read this even once a week he wouldn't need so much time to go through it, but I don't think he was listening. There was only one thing I was embarrassed for him to read, and it was my rant about wanting to buy a house. Oh well, it's how I felt, so tough!
Went to the dentist today, and we're all done with fillings - at least for now. Thank goodness! I had an awful lot of trouble drinking my coffee when I got home, due to the numbness, and managed to spit out a mouthful of coffee instead of swallowing it. Not pretty. Amusing, but definitely not pretty.
And speaking of the dentist, Have I mentioned that I now have dental insurance? Well, Dave does anyway, and I'm covered too, and it's some pretty good coverage. Now if somebody would just give us vision coverage, we'd be all set...
Well, that's about it. I'm just not in a writing mood, so maybe more tomorrow - and maybe during daylight since the phone won't be tied up anymore!!
Monday, January 31, 2005
I just had Dave dig out his copy of HTML 4 Dummies, and I'm already intimidated. It's an awfully thick book for a dummy to read. But I'm gonna read it, even if it takes me months and months to get through and actually understand. Then I'll actually have a reason to buy a domain name for my little pet project and find someone to host the site and all that jazz (which I've already gotten some info about that from SupaMB, so I'm a little ahead of things on that front).
Anyway, we went out to dinner with Joy and Rodney Saturday night and then went back to Rodney's place for a little pop culture Trivial Pursuit. An all-around fun-filled evening, I must say! We're going to have to have them over to our house for an evening of Saturday Night Live Trivial Pursuit, I do believe. I love the way they're doing the playing pieces with the TP games now. All 3-D items/people and shit, and if you accidentally knock one over, the pies don't go flying out - a big improvement. It takes so very little to make me happy.
Well, that's all. I need to go e-mail MB and harass her with more site questions and then I think I may play some games. I'm just not sure I can tackle that dummies book tonight.
Anyway, we went out to dinner with Joy and Rodney Saturday night and then went back to Rodney's place for a little pop culture Trivial Pursuit. An all-around fun-filled evening, I must say! We're going to have to have them over to our house for an evening of Saturday Night Live Trivial Pursuit, I do believe. I love the way they're doing the playing pieces with the TP games now. All 3-D items/people and shit, and if you accidentally knock one over, the pies don't go flying out - a big improvement. It takes so very little to make me happy.
Well, that's all. I need to go e-mail MB and harass her with more site questions and then I think I may play some games. I'm just not sure I can tackle that dummies book tonight.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
Happy 2005, everyone! So much to tell, so little desire to type, but here goes.
Went to Pennsylvania for Christmas, and had a nice visit with the in-laws. Had to leave a day late because of the huge-ass snowstorm the day before we were supposed to leave. The roads were just fine all the way out though, so it turned out OK. Got to see pretty much everyone, bonded a little with my sister-in-law which I really enjoyed, and had an all around good time.
Spent New Year's Eve with the Stephensons. They made dinner, we took bread dip and games. We ate, drank, played Beyond Balderdash, gorged ourselves on bread dip, drank, and played euchre, all while watching Sci-Fi channel's Twilight Zone marathon (most of which is our New Year's tradition - Beyond Balderdash was a new addition). Again, an all around good time.
New Year's Day - not such a good time. I woke up around noon and thought it was a little chilly downstairs so I turned up the heat. Then I actually looked at the temperature, which was around 60 degrees, and said to myself, "Oh shit." When the furnace fan refused to kick on after I cranked the thermostat up to like 90, I said to myself, "Oh SHIT!" Then I woke Dave up, and we made lots of phone calls and eventually the furnace go fixed on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. That's about 4 1/2 without heat. Luckily New Year's Day wasn't too cold, and we found our space heater and borrowed a space heater from one of my co-workers. We were able to get the downstairs up to almost 70 each night before we went to bed, and it usually only dropped down to about 60 during the night.
So that takes us up to Jan. 5. On Jan. 7 we found out that Dave's grandpa, my mother-in-law's father, had passed away that morning, so we went back out to PA the next Tuesday night for the funeral Wednesday morning in N.J. After sleeping from about 4:30 p.m. Wednesday to about 9:30 a.m. Thursday, we went back to N.J. to see Dave's grandma, who had been pretty much in a coma for a few months and had Alzheimer's. She passed away Friday afternoon around 4, which we were there for, having never gone back to my in-laws' house from the Thursday visit. We left Saturday afternoon and got back Saturday night. It was a pretty rough week, but Dave seems to be doing OK now.
So that pretty much brings us to now. We started doing Weight Watchers, which we didn't follow while we were in PA/NJ, but we're back on it. As of right now I've lost about five pounds, which isn't much but it's encouraging. We were going to go to my parents' house today to celebrate my mom's birthday, but since it's snowing and is supposed to snow a whole big crappy bunch, we pushed it back to next weekend. Maybe I'll actually be productive today and clean the house and shit, but I kind of doubt it.
I was going to end this with a nasty comment about this being the Roe v. Wade anniversary, but I think all I'm going to say is go thank your mother for giving you life.
Went to Pennsylvania for Christmas, and had a nice visit with the in-laws. Had to leave a day late because of the huge-ass snowstorm the day before we were supposed to leave. The roads were just fine all the way out though, so it turned out OK. Got to see pretty much everyone, bonded a little with my sister-in-law which I really enjoyed, and had an all around good time.
Spent New Year's Eve with the Stephensons. They made dinner, we took bread dip and games. We ate, drank, played Beyond Balderdash, gorged ourselves on bread dip, drank, and played euchre, all while watching Sci-Fi channel's Twilight Zone marathon (most of which is our New Year's tradition - Beyond Balderdash was a new addition). Again, an all around good time.
New Year's Day - not such a good time. I woke up around noon and thought it was a little chilly downstairs so I turned up the heat. Then I actually looked at the temperature, which was around 60 degrees, and said to myself, "Oh shit." When the furnace fan refused to kick on after I cranked the thermostat up to like 90, I said to myself, "Oh SHIT!" Then I woke Dave up, and we made lots of phone calls and eventually the furnace go fixed on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday. That's about 4 1/2 without heat. Luckily New Year's Day wasn't too cold, and we found our space heater and borrowed a space heater from one of my co-workers. We were able to get the downstairs up to almost 70 each night before we went to bed, and it usually only dropped down to about 60 during the night.
So that takes us up to Jan. 5. On Jan. 7 we found out that Dave's grandpa, my mother-in-law's father, had passed away that morning, so we went back out to PA the next Tuesday night for the funeral Wednesday morning in N.J. After sleeping from about 4:30 p.m. Wednesday to about 9:30 a.m. Thursday, we went back to N.J. to see Dave's grandma, who had been pretty much in a coma for a few months and had Alzheimer's. She passed away Friday afternoon around 4, which we were there for, having never gone back to my in-laws' house from the Thursday visit. We left Saturday afternoon and got back Saturday night. It was a pretty rough week, but Dave seems to be doing OK now.
So that pretty much brings us to now. We started doing Weight Watchers, which we didn't follow while we were in PA/NJ, but we're back on it. As of right now I've lost about five pounds, which isn't much but it's encouraging. We were going to go to my parents' house today to celebrate my mom's birthday, but since it's snowing and is supposed to snow a whole big crappy bunch, we pushed it back to next weekend. Maybe I'll actually be productive today and clean the house and shit, but I kind of doubt it.
I was going to end this with a nasty comment about this being the Roe v. Wade anniversary, but I think all I'm going to say is go thank your mother for giving you life.
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