Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Lit Up

Dear horses,

You're turned out during the day so you can be supervised. As a result, I'd suggest NOT doing anything stupid as I am then forced to bring you in and shove you back in your stall. If you want to be out, then be sensible. Also? Stop growing so much hair. I'm starting to get really worried about how nasty this winter is going to be, based on how hairy you all are.

resigned,
the bringer of nomms, wrangler of hoses, and mover of horses.

Dear body,

Yes, I know - winter is coming. But please to be ignoring that little fact and stop with the random aches and pains that seem to serve no more point than to tell me that it is raining. Or below 40. I already know that and don't need a reminder. When you can predict weather rather than just telling me the obvious, I'll reconsider.

yours with ibuprofen,
me.

Dear cats,

You have water. And food. Drink that and eat that, rather than licking the bottom of the bath tub. And yelling at me every time I move towards the kitchen. Guess what - the kitchen is in the center of the apartment. 50% of my movements are thus towards the kitchen and yet, not destined for the kitchen.

love,
the one who cleans the litter boxes.

Dear sock that went missing,

Please come back. I promise to pet you and love you and I have even found the missing DPN to make sure that my gauge will be spot-on. It is hard to give you the attention you deserve when you are in hiding.

love,
the one who needs to finish up Christmas knitting.

Dear apartment,

Please clean yourself. Or at least, spit out all the hay and straw. That's half the cleaning battle. I doubt that the cats can be persuaded to stop shedding, so we're just going to have to deal with that.

love,
the one who lives here.

Dear HWIA,

Thanks for living up to your name. Please continue to do so. But if you want to stop making me snort beer out my nose, that'd be cool too.

love,
me.

Dear you,

You continue to defy my ability to describe/summarize you. I think I like that. I know I like you. Please call me soon, ok?

love,
me.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Gotta Stay Postive

I evidently very much fail at this whole "keeping a blog" thing. I think I'm supposed to actually post on a regular basis. Much like I'm supposed to actually water my plants. Instead, I seem to carrying out a not-very-well-regulated experiment on how many times one can bring basil back from the brink of death.

Life ... continues. I work, I eat, I shower, I knit, I read, I waste hours online, I go to bed way too late. Lather, rinse, repeat. (How many people actually do repeat?)

I have two scratches caused by a cat chasing another cat.

I am evidently a grown-up in that I want a vacuum cleaner attachment for my birthday.

I have now played laser tag while wearing a suit twice. Some of my friends are crazy enough to not only indulge me with such hair-brained ideas, but to do so twice. And to eat dinner at strange places such as a pub located inside a grocery store. In suits.

My family spends way too much time at IKEA. I realized this when a few of us randomly decided to go tonight ... and ran into two more. Either that, or we're all part of a hive mind and should start to wear tin-foil hats.

My best friend is getting married in October. I am maid of honor. This means that one: YAY! Wedding! and that two: I have to plan a bridal shower and a bachelorette party. I think I have a better handle on the bachelorette party. Alcohol, a penis-shaped object or five, make t-shirts before heading out. Bridal shower, however, will require invitations and a location and a date and and and. Blargh. I'd say good thing I love her, but she's helped me move many, many times. Even helped me get a couch stuck halfway in and halfway out of my apartment. (And thankfully, unstuck once we sawed off 1/2" of a corner...) I guess I owe her. And hey, excuse to wear a awesome dress! And maybe even some pearls.

I need to start taking pictures again.

Monday, June 28, 2010

a comparison


in the snow.


in the rain.


Not the exact same view, but the same trees and fence line are obscured by shit falling from the sky.


I almost like the snow better, as it didn't leave me without power (and a cold beer) for 30 hours.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Silver Linings?

I've developed great reaction speeds to hearing the kitten throwing up. As this happens on a very regular basis, I've had lots of chances to hone my reaction time.

So has the kitten.

The good news? Chasing him around the apartment tends to prevent him from throwing up. Or, I manage to catch him in time to get him over a tile surface.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Don't Rain On My Parade

Dear horses,

Why do you all seem to drink more water when it is raining out? Does the sound of rain makes you thirsty?

in wonderment,
the bringer of noms, wrangler of hoses, and shoveler of poop.



Dear CCLS,

Requiring my full name, library card number, AND a PIN just pisses me off. Mostly because the odds of me actually remembering the entirety of my library card number are slim-to-none and since you require three fields, my web browser doesn't recognize the info as a password and thus, won't save it. Also, renting out DVDs disc by disc and NOT specifying VERY CLEARLY in the online catalog which disc is which is just cruel. And I used to wonder why I never make time to go to the library...

a MLS graduate who greatly dislikes your system.



Dear body,

Get with the program. These random aches and pains? I'm going to ignore them until I can't, and then I just throw ibuprofen at them anyway. Don't you like your daily vitamin? And all the water I've been managing to drink? Oh, you just want warm weather again. I'll see what I can do about that.

the person who has no say in this matter, evidently.



Dear cats,

When you jump up on the bathroom sink and yell at me, I assume you want a drink. If you want something else, such as attention or love, don't demand it on the bathroom sink. You and I speak different languages and I'm doing my best here. Oh, and kitten? Stop sneaking into my purse to fish out the ball of yarn.

the person who knows full well that she's not actually in charge.



Dear weather,

I'm tired of having to change my underwear and pants multiple times a day. Please to be stopping with the multiple-day rain storms, mkay? Also, isn't it spring? Shouldn't there be a few awesome days of great weather?

the person who is tired of wearing a load of laundry a day.

Dear HWIA,

Thank you for living up to your online nickname. And a lot of other things, all of which tie back into you living up to your online nickname.

love, me.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

On that first night

There is a lot of snow on the ground. Too much snow. Way, way too much snow when you have to shovel it and plow it and there is no where for it to go. Good news is that it is already melting. Bad news is that those puddles are currently frozen. I am refusing to take bets as to how many times I fall tomorrow morning though.

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Monday, February 1, 2010

It's A Small World After All

Back in May of 2009, my father and I saw the following vehicle in Shop Rite's parking lot:


siding used to patch hole. Matching colors! on Twitpic

I am fairly certain I saw it AGAIN, tonight.  Either that, or there are two minivans in this area that are running around with a piece of siding replacing the fender.  I really do wonder if that passes inspection or if they just haven't had to have the car inspected again yet.



Monday, January 25, 2010

Quote

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something--a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours."

-Alan Bennett, The History Boys

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Random thoughts

Does oil evaporate?

How long do "Blind child" or "Deaf child" signs remain up? I assume that the family has to ask for the signs, but what happens if the family moves? When the child is 25? Does the local township keep track of these things, or can you probably ignore 30% of such signs?

Who came up with the idea of cooking tapoica? Did they realize it is poisonious raw?

Sunbathing in britches and half-chaps isn't quite the same as laying on a beach, but I'll take it. Especially in January.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Well, then.

I started the day by accidently throwing Honey Nut Cheerios at my boss as she drove us to the barn and I ended the day by accidently locking her dog out of the house.

I'd ask if it is tomorrow yet, but tomorrow starts at 5am.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Somedays, happiness is as simple as a hot shower at the end of a long, but good day. Sore muscles, because they've been used. Falling asleep without difficulty when you lay down because you've done a hard day's work.

Curling up in bed with a good book. (The only thing that is missing is a purring kitteh or four. )

I'm Florid but it is hard to tell at night. There has been frost on the ground in the mornings and I'm wearing just as much clothing here as I normally do at home. But it made it past 50F today, and it is sunny. Plus, the sun sets later in the day.

Right now, I'd say there's a chance of making it throught this winter without my seasonal major blahs. The sun helps. The warm helps. The job helps.

It is good to be me. Even if I am way behind on the Christmas knitting.