Number nine, number nine, number nine....

This morning I woke up with that stupid "My milkshake brings the boys to the yard" song stuck in my head. I hate that song, it's just so crass and juvenile. As I was drying my hair I thought "Well, at least it's not "Slow Ride". Guess what song is stuck in my head now.

As I mentioned before (I think I have, at least) The Roommate bought a wii and he then added that Guitar Heroes game to the list when it was released. He even went so far to pre-order it and have it shipped to the house, that's how much he wanted it. I've probably played 50 times, each time choosing "Slow Ride" because it seems pretty easy and by this point I've played it so many times I know the tune. I will say I've "mastered" the song, my definition of "mastered" being I managed to finally finish the song before I missed so many notes I was boo'd off the stage by the crowd. So you can see how that tune would be my albatross.

Yesterday when I was doing my rounds downtown I got a little surprise. Now although it was chilly it certainly wasn't cold enough to snow, but white flakes were falling from the sky. I was not the only pedestrian surprised by this turn of events, other people were looking up in the sky and looking around with a look of confusion on their faces. The sky was very overcast but the forecast did not call for even a slight chance of precipitation and the temperature was in the 50's somewhere, so snow? WTF? While everyone was looking up into the sky a man on the sidewalk thought out loud "I hope it's not Mt St Helens" because that's still fresh in people's minds around here. Then a construction guy pointed at a building being renovated and said "We're applying flame retardant" so my mind of course went form "It's snowing?" to "Does this shit cause cancer?" and I picked up my pace. That dumb stuff sticks to polyester-blend pants, too.

I finally finished making the new pillow covers for the big orange couch. The Roommate and I picked out fabric last Saturday but I had been battling my sewing machine for the past week. I still have no idea how I managed to remove the little gizmo the bobbin rests in, since once it is removed it won't fit back in, but I finally managed to take apart enough of the machine to put it back without having to drop it off at a repair shop. Then the thread kept getting all knotted up inside the machine and I couldn't find my operator's manual. And they don't post them online. I remembered from the past that it was something super easy to fix this problem but couldn't remember exactly what it was. So finally I just decided to try re-threading the machine and that fixed it, after about an hour of frustration searching the house and internet for the manual. They pillows look good so now I get to take a class to learn how to make curtains. I hate sewing.

Have a fun weekend! I think I will be working at the Chameleon again tonight and tomorrow night, so if you're in P-town drop in!

Day 8

Google is trying to tell me it's 94% humidity outside, which is crazy since this is not New Orleans. I think Google has gotten too big and distracted (what with all the trouble Youtube is getting because of that school shooting in Finland) and is going unchecked, providing incorrect information to the masses. It's never 94% humidity here, even when it's raining, so I'm a little concerned. Plus Google is telling me congress overrode a presidential veto and I'm sorry, that just can't be right. It would meant that congress actually DID something and I think we all know how likely THAT is. Plus toy beads cause comas according to Google, and that's not even by putting them in your nose.

Oh, looks like crisis may be averted; Google says the humidity has dropped by 1%. Whew, that was a close one.

FYI, this counts as today's post! 8 for 8!

UPDATE: Wow, the humidity is down to 81%. I'll keep you posted since I am sure you are as intrigued with this as I am.

Additional UPDATE: I checked about a half hour ago and the humidity was down to 64% but now it's back up to 75%. Wacky.

Day Seven.

Check out the comments from She Does Windows. Go ahead, I'll wait.

Yesterday evening, after the sun set, I turned to the Roommate and said "I don't think he's coming by" and as I turned back to the window I saw Steven giving me the secret blog sign. I cracked up laughing. It's a small world indeed.

Steven, next time stick your head in the door and say Hi.

Day 6

This is the funniest thing I've read on a blog in a long time. Special thanks to Joel for sending it to me. It certainly got me out of actually writing a post AND you get big laughs at bad fashion's expense.

Mute Monday, Day 5

I will be the first to admit that this post is a little on the lame side, but it still counts.

And I guess I'm one of those crazy pet owners who assigns emotions to her pet since these photos have a heavy Rufus content.

Hmmmm, I'm not being very mute, am I?

defiance

joy

curious

annoyance

flirtatious

guilt

Day Four

I heard on NPR yesterday that Disneyland is having to close down "It's a Small World" to trench out the river. Seems Americans are tons fatter (pun intended) than they were 50 years ago when the ride was built and the boats are scraping on the bottom of the canal and getting stuck. It's not such a small world after all, is it?

Four for four, I'm so proud.

Day Three

Day three and I'm already struggling. So much so that I am forced to post my Craig's List ad for living room tales. All serious offers considered.

Like New: Complete set of Pottery Barn Mission Style tables

2 end tables that double as seating, 18" x 9" x 21" high

1 coffee table, 48" x 18" x 18" high

1 couch or side table 48" x 15" x 30.5" high

Paid $1200, asking $500

Update! Only the cocktail table (coffee for you tea toadlers) is left, it's yours for a steal, $150. Hurry, they're going fast.

Day 2

Wow, day two and already I'm struggling with something to talk about. Hmmm, does this count as a post?

Hey iamnot, isn't Friday free association day? In that case I can just drone on and on about anything that pops into my head….

I have abandoned Rufus's kennel months ago because it just seemed cruel and unnecessary, so when I'm away from the house he has the run of my bedroom. Er, HIS bedroom, I forgot that it was his now. So this has worked out pretty well for the last 6 months, for everyone involved. He barks less when he's not in the kennel and he enjoys the lap of luxury, sprawled out on his king size bed. But here lately we've noticed that sometimes when we come home he's no longer in the bedroom and has freed himself to gain all-house-access. Not sure how he managed to escape but I guess he has somehow grown an opposable thumb and turned the doorknob. That's mommy's little angel, he's all about talent.

And now my head is empty. Continue with what you were doing.

She does windows.........again.

I wrote this post yesterday but wasn't able to download the photo until this morning. So the post is kind of stale---sue me. I brought the tape ladies to work since our new building has a store front with lots of windows; I decided to dress them up for Halloween, kind of like what Google does on holidays, so the glorious photo to the left is what held up this post.

Ah, Halloween, as close to a religious holiday as you can get in my book. I brought the three tape ladies to work and have them in the window of my office, all dressed up for the occasion (will post a photo later, brought my camera but am not able to download on my computer here at work). Tonight I am going to a little soirée at a wine bar, the sole purpose of which is to avoid trick or treaters at the house. Now I'm not a total Grinch and have no problem handing out candy to the kiddies, but the constant door bell ringing drives Rufus crazy which in turn drives me crazy, so I'm avoiding the whole situation. With wine---now that's what I call a treat. Bonus!

Thinking back over the years, I have to admit I've has some pretty interesting costumes. I went as a black voodoo queen a number of years back, when I lived in south Louisiana. Wonder if I offended anyone. Also, one year I went to a party as "crime", black "cat burglar" jacket and pants and a burglar's mask (not ski mask, though) and when I ordered drinks and the bartenders told me the price I just said "I'm crime, and crime doesn't pay" and walked away. Got away with that quite a few times, I tell ya. One year I had a "Come as Someone Dead" Halloween party; Jack and Jackie, Marilyn and Mickey Mantel, David Koresh and even God attended. Last year a group of us went as "America's Next Muffin Top Models" which was fun. This year I think I'll just show up as I am and go as a lush.

UPDATE! According to Erin it's NaBloPoMo. This should make my reader (ie: Rusty) happy because it means I just might be guilted into posting daily-ish. Or not, I'm checking the rules for loopholes as we speak.

Mute Monday: Peace

Sunday recap-ish

A photo of Rusty, in Prague, because he nags me about not posting more often. Yes, this is a very nice way of saying "shut up". Love you Rusty!

Busy. Terribly, terribly busy. Our office moved into our new building this week and it was a week of last minute packing, moving circuits and the like. Add to that working at my friend Pat's restaurant, Chameleon, both Friday dinner as well as Saturday dinner and then his annual Halloween party after. Yep, that means I was bar tending (which I haven't done in 15 years) and cleaning up until 4 am. Fun, yeah, and I made a wad of cash to boot. Yea me. And because I was away from the house just about all weekend I let Rufus have run of the house, just so he's spend more time barking at the front window and less time sleeping, locked in my bedroom----that way he'd be more likely to sleep and therefore let me sleep in when I got home. Seems to work and he didn't chew anything or even sit on the couch (I'd know if he did, I have a system). So that's what I've been up to. No on to spending that tip money! (Which means paying my Neiman's bill.) If I think up something clever to write I'll add it late.

Mute Monday....also Confusion Monday!

I put my Monday post together on Friday and saved it. Being the technical wizard I am I have no idea how to change the date on it so you'll have to scroll back in time (down the page) to before my Saturday post to see it. I know, Mondays are hard and no one wants to do extra work like this but it looks like you're going to have to man up and scroll down. It's too much trouble for me to fix it.

Happy Monday!

I can't hear you, I have a hard on.

I heard an article on NPR the other day about erectile dysfunction medication that was concerning. It turns out those meds like Cialias and Viagra cause hearing loss; at first it was thought that it was only temporary hearing loss but more cases of permanent hearing loss are turning up. I told the Roommate about this finding and he was surprised the medication had such a serious side effect. I asked him why is it surprising that a medication that gave it's taker a four-plus-hour erection would have serious side effects? Come on, a four hour erection? Do you really need that bad enough to loose one of your five senses?

Of course, I would imagine most men would find that a plus. Can't hear the nagging. But I guess that's just my take on it. Maybe they should start marketing it that way, two birds with one stone.

Mute Monday

Shadows. Yeah, yeah, it's kind of lame but what the heck. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I didn't check to see what the other participants used as their word today, I'm just being a maverick and will check theirs out after I post.

Again, from my photo stock pile.

Hope you enjoyed the show!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

I feel as though I should post something but have been feeling extra brain-dead since the rain has started here, so instead I'll post one of my favorite photos from my Rufus archives. When my precious boy was just a puppy he got into all kinds of mischief and quite creative as well. He did this lovely toilet paper sculpture when only 6 months old and I'm still quite impressed at the speed at which he destroyed an entire roll of toilet paper while it was still on it's wall mount. He really has an eye for texture and design, don't you think?

Replacement

In case you are keeping track at home, I was just informed that my replacement at Hugs and Kisses started today. Nothing says customer service like waiting 5 months to replace your account manager. I know I'm awesome and all but surely my shoes weren't THAT hard to fill. Nice.

Shhhhhhhhhh, mute Monday

I have been guilted into posting, so I'm stealing this idea from iamnot, who stole it from someone else. Mute Monday, let the pictures do the talking. These are all from my stockpile, so apologies if you've seen them before.

Oh, and today's theme is "love".

Catching up with men in ruffles and tape.

Chil', Ive been one busy bee lately, not just at work but on the gogogo in my personal life as well. I haven't posted in a coon's age, so if anyone is still out there reading this, delurk and let me know.

A couple weeks back was Dr Phil's annual Pirate's on the Columbia party; nothing like a bunch of guys in ruffles. It's funny how some people really make an effort and others.....not so much. But that's ok, to each his own. This year Phil went all out and pulled out all the stops. A good time was had by all.

Phil and Kirt, ayyyyyre matie! This was one of two photos I managed to take that night that didn't turn out a completely usless black shot. It was so frigging cold that I didn't want to take off my gloves to take photos. Plus we had to constantly gage our distance from the bonfire to maintain the correct bodily temperature at all times.

And while I'm on the subject of temperature, let me just voice my disappointment at the weather this past summer. Or was there even a summer? Maybe it fell on a weekend so I missed it.

Enough bitching....

Last Thursday was the art walk on Alberta and the Roommate and I made some tape people and talked the staff at our favorite neighborhood wine bar to let us station them there. I must admit they were a big hit, people stopping and starting and taking photos even. Here are the two photos I took that evening. Yes, I am lazy.

Little boy sitting on a wooden barrel. Inspiring!

This piece was called "Three Sisters", one represents white wine, the other two red and rose. In keeping with the setting and all. I'm so clever. Sometimes.

Ok, that's it for now. I'm off to go downtown and work for a few hours. Then hit the party circuit tonight. Have fun and stay pure!

Sometimes being rich white trash is harsh.

Poor Brit, having a bad year? Just can't catch a break, huh?

Friday random thoughts

As I was walking to a customer appointment today I wondered if anyone else had a glass of wine too many last night and used the money set aside to pay their Neiman's card on a case of Sinister Hand. Yeah, probably not.

The Roommate and I had lunch at Red Star specifically because they served this awesome fondue but the waiter let us know it was no longer on the menu but they did have a nice cheese plate. The Roommate asked the waiter if he could toss it in the microwave and serve it with some bread but evidently that's just not done there. So we had potato leek soup and dunked our bread in it instead.
This is how out of shape I am, the Roommate bought a Wii and we spent the last two evenings (until about 1 am) playing virtual tennis. I woke up this morning and the muscles in my right arm are sore so evidently I have virtual tennis elbow or something. My legs are a little stiff as well. Who'd have thunk playing a video game would hurt more than your social life?

And finally, here's an e-mail a friend sent me. Kinda funny but I think we should really do it.


Dear Red States... We've decided we're leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we're taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren't aware, that includes Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and all the Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and especially to the people of the new country of New California. To sum up briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states. We get stem cell research and the best beaches. We get Elliot Spitzer. You get Ken Lay. We get the Statue of Liberty. You get Dollywood. We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom. We get Harvard. You get Ole' Miss. We get 85 percent of America's venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get two-thirds of the tax revenue, you get to make the red states pay their fair share. Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition's, we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of single moms. Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and anti-war, and we're going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids they're apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and they don't care if you don't show pictures of their children's caskets coming home. We do wish you success in Iraq, and hope that the WMDs turn up, but we're not willing to spend our resources in Bush's Quagmire. With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80 percent of the country's fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation's fresh fruit, 95 percent of America's quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90 percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT. With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92 percent of all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia. We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you. Additionally, 38 percent of those in the Red states believe Jonah was actually swallowed by a whale, 62 percent believe life is sacred unless we're discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61 percent of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher morals then we lefties. By the way, we're taking the good pot, too. You can have that dirt weed they grow in Mexico. Peace out, Blue States