Another Day Shot
Posted on August 19th, 2008 by me
too much to do, not enough hours to do it in. i’m going to bed now. we’ll try this again tomorrow.
A Burst of Energy
Posted on August 17th, 2008 by me
i’ve got this burst of energy. it’s compelling me to finish rearranging my office area. this wouldn’t be problematic if i my fingers (specifically the nail beds) didn’t hurt like hell. oh well…i’ve got plenty of tape and gauze. ‘guess i could just wrap ‘em up and tape ‘em up. and draw funny pictures on them. maybe smilies are in order. pink ones. sorry chip.
Sunday Morning in Suburbia
Posted on August 17th, 2008 by me
**sigh**
2:00 am: go to sleep
4:00 am: wake up to what sounds to be the boys at ft. lewis flying some of their infamous, ground and window shaking maneuvers. realise it’s just thunder. go back to sleep.
6:00 am: wake up to the sound of little dog barking in the kitchen. get up to attend to him. watch him wander into the living room, squat and piss all over the floor - then watch him toddle to his favourite spot, plunk down and get ready for a comfortable sleep. pee. go back to sleep.
8:00 am: wake up to the sound of a neighbour mowing his lawn and chainsawing down various tree limbs. go back to sleep.
10:00 am: wake up to the sound of another neighbour setting off what sounds like avalanche control dynamite sticks. realise it’s just one of his pressure-powered power tools. get up, make coffee. check email. pee.
**yawn**
Suck my Face(book)
Posted on August 16th, 2008 by me
ok, ok, i admit it. facebook has sucked me in with its magnetic pull. i managed to avoid it for a few years - but it got the best of me.
i have succumbed to face(book) sucking.
it started out slowly. one friend invited me to join in but i refused because the creators of the application didn’t seem to have any idea what the heck they wanted this to be - and i am not the type to invest anything into “what the hecks”.
time passed. the facebook folks enlisted its subscribers to help it determine what it should actually be. facebook stopped crawling and toddled - then started to walk. developers started to throw their skills toward the effort and started creating cool little add-ons (scrabilicious anyone). and people started to join in the fun.
the thing i really like about today’s facebook is it’s a bento box of sorts. facebook itself is the main box. friends associated with one faction of my life fit into one little box that fits into the main box. friends associated with other factions of my life fit into other little boxes that fit into the main box as well. when i log in all the little boxes are there in the main box just waiting for me to do something (including nothing).
i won’t be playing scrabilicious though - so don’t ask. i’m too ocd and if i start i’ll never stop. so i can’t start.
yup. i’ve been sucked in.
Cravings, Part 3,492
Posted on August 16th, 2008 by me
as you know i spend a lot of time being consumed by my cravings which, as it seems, are far scarier than those of pregnant women.
i think i hit a totally new low last night.
pretzels. had to have super pretzels. no way around it.
freezer jam. raspberry freezer jam. had to have raspberry freezer jam. no way around it.
thankfully, it all worked out in the end.
in case you’re interested, fresh-baked super pretzels dipped in raspberry freezer jam taste yummy.
i can go to sleep satisfied now. after i lick the last of the freezer jam off the plate.
The Wrong Side of the Wedge
Posted on August 16th, 2008 by me
i woke up on the wrong side of the wedge today. half of me was on it - while the other half of me was flailed out on the bed itself like a salmon trying to swim upstream and facing too strong of a current. this was the half on the wrong side - especially when the alarm proceeded to go off and, thanks to my twisty position, i couldn’t reach it. instead i was left to endure some sort of rod stewart ballad peck away at my sinuses while trying to swim my way to the off button.
minutes later, while mixing my morning coffee, little dog decided to let loose with his first pee on the floor of the day. at least me missed my feet this time.
from there the day went up and down and up and down like a stereotypical yo-yo. work was done. a trip to the post office was undertaken (and survived). emails were sent. time with friends was spent. dinner was made (and eaten). little dog was fed (and pooped and peed - not that you’d know because he did spend quite a bit of time today peeing elsewhere, including on my feet). snacks were had. smiles and frowns were shared. words were exchanged. posts were made. and soon, very soon, the wedge will be revisited and a magazine read.
despite waking up on the wrong side of the wedge and the yo-yo of the seconds and minutes and hours - and the heat that swooped down on us (ugh - 95 is not a good temperature for the inside of the house) - the day was fine. more than fine. it was all right:
dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
singin: dont worry about a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!
rise up this mornin,
smiled with the risin sun,
three little birds
pitch by my doorstep
singin sweet songs
of melodies pure and true,
sayin, (this is my message to you-ou-ou:)
singin: dont worry bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right.
singin: dont worry (dont worry) bout a thing,
cause every little thing gonna be all right!
so if you’re sitting there feeling sorry for yourself because you don’t have this or that and can’t do this or that for whatever reason, take a few steps back. put on the funny nose glasses, dance around like a buffoon and, what the hell, shave off all your hair off. it’s alright.
Senior Moment
Posted on August 15th, 2008 by me
i got an email invitation to join aarp today. it’s only $12.50 a year. maybe i should jump right on that? better 20 years early than late - or never.
Have You Seen this Little Dog?
Posted on August 15th, 2008 by me
if not, take a good look. take a good look anyway:
cute, huh?
well he’s about to be the cutest dead thing on the planet. well, buried in it that is. or fried and scattered over it.
little dog is being even more of a big ole dork than usual. ‘four floor puddles since 8:00 this morning just to prove the point: “i’m really not growling and barking because i want water. i’m barking and growling because i want to tick you off. and when i succeed i’m going to stand right in front of you, piss on your feet and walk away.”
which is what he does.
little dog is going to become coyote food tonight.
say your goodbyes.
P(atcho)uli
Posted on August 14th, 2008 by me
in an attempt to keep the skin on my arms, legs and belly from flaking and drifting off as i walk - and to attempt to get me into weather-appropriate clothes again, the bath routine has changed (thanks to jori and crew). it now not only includes vanilla lavender bubble bath, but also a few drops of patchouli oil. oh and a liberal dose of neutrogena body oil. add to all of this the pomegranate acai soap and, well, i smell “unique”. it’s not bad. it’s very layered - and colourful. since my fingers are so dry i can’t tell if the first application of the layers worked - but my skin looks smoother. well maybe not really - but it is the first application after all. what can you expect from the first treatment?
meanwhile (and we’ll insert the high eeeeeewwwwwwww alert here just for nan)…
…the skin that’s sloffing off my feet is all kinds of fun colours: black, brown, pale yellow speckled with brown, dark yellow. and it’s crunchy. it’s kind of hard to describe. if this weren’t my skin i’d be totally eeeeewwwwwww’d out. but it is. so i can’t be. well i guess i could be - but that wouldn’t be very useful.
so now that i’m all cleany and smelling like the perfume department in a traditional pharmacy staffed by little prim ladies dressed in navy blue dresses and sensible shoes - and now that my little bald head is flake- free and a cute as a baby’s bottom - i’m going to go wedge into the wedge, read, lean more about the video camera and drift off to sleep. i deserve it.
oh and maybe i’ll oil my feet some more. the sheets need to be washed anyway.
and maybe i’ll take another stab at the hands. not literally - but if i did i wouldn’t feel it anyway. at least i should pull out some of the fungus so that the floppy dog’s ear smell doesn’t come back too quickly (sorry nan).
nightly all!