Hmm, it's been over a month. So many things to tell.
As you can see, my sister got married on March 9; they didn't tell anyone they were doing this, so I had a brother-in-law for two days and didn't know it. Do you think she'll still let me drag her to a bridal shop to try on gowns?
My grandpa had knee surgery on March 6, which should have been a simple thing, but then some bad things were going on with his stomach, so he was in the hospital for a week. Bad times for everyone, especiall him, obviously, but he's home now.
I have two bridesmaids dresses hanging up downstairs, and guess what? Neither fits right. But it was planned that way, kind of, because I'm dieting to make them fit. No, it's not stupid to do that - I've lost 11.5 pounds so shut up! They'll have to be altered anyway because I'm too short and, well, when you diet the boobs are the first place you lose, so the tops are too big. But I foresee things working out splendidly. And I bought my shoes for both yesterday (1 pair for both, thank you ladies!) and they're pretty cute. So, hooray!
On the grouchier side, work's been a serious pain in my ass and there are certain people that I'd really like to punch, but they frown on that, you know. Especially the ones who float along and don't have a clue what they're doing and then get praise piled on them for something I helped create. Nice.
But you know what? I'll get over it. I bust my ass regardless of whether it gets noticed, and I know it, and that's what matters.
Last night we went to the DAV with Joy and Rodney and caught up. We were going to play pool, but never got around to it, we were so busy babbling. Which reminds me, Dave is in their wedding too, which is in Vegas! Yay Vegas!
The other wedding is my sister-in-law's wedding, have I mentioned that before? I can't remember. So we'll head to Philly in May and Vegas in August. Much traveling for us.
And now, after spending hours uploading (downloading? which way would that go?) songs, I'm listening to Gary Allan on my new iPod nano. Before that it was Dean Martin. I wasn't sure about this little thing yesterday, but now I'm seeing how great it will be.
Garth in my ear while I'm doing dishes!
Frank in my ear while I'm doing laundry!
Jon in my ear while I'm working!
That's Brooks, Sinatra and Bon Jovi for the confused among us.
OH! Long Day - Matchbox Twenty - makes me think of BGSU. I'm a weenie, so I'm outta here.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
All quiet now, except for that music
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Thinking back
I've pretty much had only one thing on my mind for, well, not quite a month. A girl I graduated from high school with, Christina (Fricke) Irvin, was in a very bad car accident on Jan. 12, and she died on Jan. 27.
We weren't in touch anymore, but we were friends in middle and high school, so it's just so weird to think that she's gone. Especially since I saw her and Brett at the reunion in August. My brain just doesn't want to fully get it.
But I don't want to sit here and get upset. Thinking about Chris prompted me to haul out the photo albums, and I was happy to find that I have more photos of her, and several of my old friends, than I realized. And even though seeing the photos made me a little sad, it also made me happy to think waaaaaaaaaay back to our days at Olentangy High School and the fun that was had.
We weren't in touch anymore, but we were friends in middle and high school, so it's just so weird to think that she's gone. Especially since I saw her and Brett at the reunion in August. My brain just doesn't want to fully get it.
But I don't want to sit here and get upset. Thinking about Chris prompted me to haul out the photo albums, and I was happy to find that I have more photos of her, and several of my old friends, than I realized. And even though seeing the photos made me a little sad, it also made me happy to think waaaaaaaaaay back to our days at Olentangy High School and the fun that was had.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
It's killing me
The weather, that is. If I could scoop my sinuses out with a spoon, I totally would. It's nice to have 50-degree days in January and all, but the huge changes in temperature make me want to pop my eyes out with the aforementioned spoon.
In other illness news, Dave thinks he may have bronchitis, so he's going to the doctor tomorrow. Let's just hope it's a regular old nasty chest cold, because either way, you know I'm going to get it too. Especially since Dave tends to be a human blanket while sleeping so he probably breathed a bunch of germs on me last night.
Let's see, what's been going on around here? Oh, that's right, nothing. We are boring. We did go down to my parents' house Saturday for the Pammer's birthday, which was fun. Kim & Charles were there too, which was nice.
On Sunday we went to a cat show in Toledo, which also was fun. So many pretty kitties and I couldn't pet any of them. But I did get to see a Scottish fold up close, which was awesome! They are so adorable I almost can't bear it! When it's time to add a new kitty to the flock, that's what I want, and it's all because of this guy.
That's about it, really. We have a new editor starting on Monday, so hopefully the stress will abate in the near future.
My coffee's cold, so I'm outta here.
In other illness news, Dave thinks he may have bronchitis, so he's going to the doctor tomorrow. Let's just hope it's a regular old nasty chest cold, because either way, you know I'm going to get it too. Especially since Dave tends to be a human blanket while sleeping so he probably breathed a bunch of germs on me last night.
Let's see, what's been going on around here? Oh, that's right, nothing. We are boring. We did go down to my parents' house Saturday for the Pammer's birthday, which was fun. Kim & Charles were there too, which was nice.
On Sunday we went to a cat show in Toledo, which also was fun. So many pretty kitties and I couldn't pet any of them. But I did get to see a Scottish fold up close, which was awesome! They are so adorable I almost can't bear it! When it's time to add a new kitty to the flock, that's what I want, and it's all because of this guy.
That's about it, really. We have a new editor starting on Monday, so hopefully the stress will abate in the near future.
My coffee's cold, so I'm outta here.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Happy new year, indeed
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!
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!
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!
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