9 posts tagged “boo”
I don't drive to work very often, but I did today since I am leaving for the farm immediately after work.
I park my car under a plum tree. It's nice because it's shaded, but bad because now there are plums dropping on my car and it's covered with sticky juice and I have to walk through dropped plums to get to said car. Ever step on a plum? A LOT of juice comes out.
But it gets worse....
In addition to the plums, I noticed today that there was a dead baby bird stuck to the roof of my car. I tried to get it off, but it was definitely stuck. Then I danced around in a circle saying "Ew, ew, ew!" but that didn't seem to help either. I only get up to about 35 mph driving to work, and that didn't dislodge it. If the 65 mph drive to my designated gassing up point doesn't get it off, I think I'll have to spring for a car wash.
Gross.
So, if you don't want to hear about my menstrual cycle, just stop reading now.
As has happened in the past when I got an early period, for some reason the emotional effects are even worse than normal. (And I seriously am about two clicks away from asking for prozac because I get CRAZY with the PMS.) Anyhoo, I was minding my own business earlier this evening, sitting on the couch and watching 48 Hours Mystery, a show I am embarrassed to admit that I am obsessed with. (And if you watched tonights episode and want to discuss, well, you know how to find me.) A commercial for CBS' new show "Greatest American Dog" comes on ...
...and I promptly burst into fucking tears like a little bitch.
I also remembered the other FB status message that I wanted to write:
tortuga is a fucking catch.
That one comes courtesy of Skippy. He told me today that if I lived in his family's hometown, he would introduce me to his brother to date. I think, for a married man, that's a pretty high vote of confidence and compliment.
Happiness is discovering that a shirt you bought two weeks ago perfectly matches a skirt you bought 3 years ago.
I know this is a stupid thing to bitch about, but I've lost enough weight now (through no planned doing on my part - I just walk to work now and it's been slowing coming off) that none of my clothes fit right anymore. And by "not fit right", I mean my pants are literally falling off of me. And, ironically, since all of my clothes are now pretty much shapeless bags, I feel almost worse about myself than I did 25 pounds ago. Getting dressed in the morning sucks because I feel like I have nothing to wear!
Oh well. Maybe I'll take my Uncle Sam check and buy some new summer clothes.
Let's see....
I woke up at 2am and couldn't fall back asleep until 4:30.
The first thing anyone said to me today was "Hey, guess what the students call you!"
The person that I was blindingly angry at this weekend e-mailed me and asked me how my weekend was. I told them it sucked. They asked why. I said because someone hurt my feelings. They offered to beat them up for me. If I thought it would have done any good and if I didn't accept the fact that part of this whole fiasco is my own over-sensitive fault, I would have told them the truth, that it was them that made me so sad. But that likely would have done more harm than good.
I slipped on my front porch when I got home.
I'm going eat some red meat now.
Man, just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the fucking Silent Bob situation has gone to hell in a handbasket. (Got the e-mail right before I had to go to dinner with a candidate, too. That was awesome. I'm so glad my boss approves of and encourages alcohol consumption at dinner.) And then he challenges me to a game of scrabble on Facebook as if everything's okay? I just....I'm done, man. I fucking give up on everything but TV and my dog. If I didn't have to be at work in less than 12 hours, I would start drinking myself into a coma. As it stands, I have to go back up to the parents this weekend because my sister-in-law is have surgery and I have to watch the kiddos. After kiddos are returned to their parents, the drinking shall commence.
This sucks.
For the non-voxers that read this blog and thus aren't likely to see the "[this is good]" list, I would like to recommend RPM's recent post. That's more than good. That's awesome.
I'm going to try and keep those words in mind over the next couple of days because I have a sneaking suspicion that all my hopes and dreams of the last few months are about to blow up in my face. I'm thinking it's going to happen around 8pm CST Saturday, so everyone think warm thoughts or light a candle for me then, 'kay? On the bright side, at least when it happens, I'm going to have a ton of alcohol readily available.
Hey y'all, remember this? Well, it's been two weeks, I've done approximately 5 loads of dishes and there are still coffee grounds EVERYWHERE in my dishwasher.
Take it from me, kiddies: Never, ever, ever, EVER spill coffee grounds in your dishwasher.
Awwww....Charley Harper died. I love his work -- it's clean, modern and often depicts midwestern animal scenes, particularly birds. His work would get the official "peanut butter cup" tag for me. Here's an example:
and another...
This morning I accidentally spilled 1/2 cup of coffee grounds in my dishwasher. This is the second time in a week that I've spilled coffee grounds. At first I was non-plussed, because the first time I did it I spilled them on the floor and that was a pain and a half to clean up. I stupidly thought, Well, they're in the dishwasher...I'll just run another load and they'll be sucked down the drain.
Didn't quite work out that way.
Now, instead of a relatively easy pile of coffee grounds to clean out of my dishwasher, the entire interior of my dishwasher is speckled with coffee grounds. I...just don't know what to do. They're everywhere. Everywhere! I think I'm just going to get used to having coffee grounds on my dishes for the next couple of weeks until they finally all go away. Dang.
In other news, I've had a headache for three days, which may or may not be related to the emotional hangover (from all of May's weirdness) I'm currently experiencing. I actually went out and got a massage yesterday in the hopes that it would help. It didn't. I think I'm just going to hang out in my dark apartment, eat carbs and patiently wait for the series finale of The Sopranos tonight.
