Thursdays are stoopid

Went out to dinner last night. Had fettucini with shrimp and I swear to god, they must have still been alive because they returned to kick my ass at 1.30 this morning.

Office. Disaster. So. Many. Papers.

Tuesday!

Yeah, I wasn't excited about that title either. Sorry.

Here's what happens when Star Trek: TNG is repeating episodes I saw less than a month ago:

Washed all the windows in the house. I can actually SEE! Looking out my kitchen window is like looking through NOTHING. It's amazing. Of course now I feel like a slob for not having washed the windows for months. Yick.

I meant to plant some seeds today. Got as far as some thyme and basil and that was it. Distracted by the nasty weeds in the front flower bed. Tomorrow, Bunny Tail grass will go in the ground and hopefully that'll work out nicely. My yard lacks character.

Looking at cell phones with a friend of mine has made me want a new phone. I like my phone, I do. But it's not CUTE. My last phone was cute. I suppose I could just put the SIM back in it and use it but I dunno. Maybe I will.... I'll miss the camera feature tho. Dammit.

Time to do something with my hair. I dyed it a couple of weeks ago and it's starting to bug me again. It's getting too long, too. Need to chop it or start dreadlocking it or something... anything.

Note to the general public: telling someone that somebody else said something shitty about them and you claimed to be their friend and defended them does NOT make you the good guy. It makes you a braggart and an idiot. Kindly go fuck yourself.

And this is what happens when I find the camera...

I had alot of pictures of me looking various directions but I swear, my eyes went googly and that's just bad.

New Pictures!

This is what happens when I leave the digital camera in the car. At least I think that's where I left it. I haven't really spent alot of time looking around the house for it. It's a good thing web-cams are so much fun!!







I waited too long to order Hello Kitty party hats for this weekend. Looks like everyone is off the hook after all! Unless I get crafty.
Hmmm...








So, it's warm and sunny here and Indianapolis got 5 inches of snow today. Doesn't seem right! First full day of Spring and they get the white stuffs. Yankees...

Flowers and hockey

I was hoping this tree would burst into bloom the way the growers sent it to the store last year but it was not to be. At least not for the time being. It's still my favorite tree, though.

Got more plants in the mail today. A blue rose, some hardy glads, and some Peruvian lilies. The Peruvian lilies look like dried up bits of grass root but they should do ok. Just have to figure out what's the best place to put them. They don't like the Texas sun and if I put them where they're prettiest, they'll be dead in a few months. Meh. Dumb Texas.

Stars game tonight. Duck season!

Share your Moolah

Go here and donate some money, please. Lawyers are pricey (as at least one of my readers can attest...) but necessary for my friend Nicole. Consider this: she didn't do anything to anyone but because her name was on the title of a car, she's being sued for who-knows-how-much-money. It's shitty and mean. Anyway. Five bucks, people. If you smoke, it's the price of a pack of cancer sticks. If you drink, it's a mixed drink at the bar (on a good day!). Surely you'd buy her a drink!

Anyway. Do it, please. You could use some good karma, couldn't you?

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it's not a period. it's organic failure.

Spring Fevah!

This weekend is early-St. Patrick's Day stuff. I don't know what the plan is exactly. We'll be grilling, tho, so if you want to come over, bring a lil somethin' and join us!

Puck's got squirrel fever. Little bastards like to sit in the fig tree just out of her reach and chatter at her. Much as I love squirrels, they deserve to be caught.

In case you hadn't noticed (which would mean you are in a coma), my blog has spring fever. I think I might keep this theme. Change to different flowers in the summer, leaves in the fall, snowflakes in winter...

Yis. I have a PLAN!

Nothing of extreme interest. The myriad of warbling, screeching, twittering and whistling birds in my yard is distracting. Cats seem to like all the noise but I don't guess they'd have a clue what to do after catching one of the feathery minstrels.

When I was a kid, my mother and I always went to whatever job site my dad and brother worked at the time. Once, when I was about 15 or so, I found a baby robin, all wrinkly skin and nearly-feathers. Because baby birds eat so very often, I had to bring him with me when we came to Dallas. When Mom and I would run errands for my dad, I'd have the bird in my lap and every turn, Mom would say "hold on to your britches!" Seemed a good name for the little fella. I don't know why, I always assumed Britches was a boy. Anyway. Britches loved saltine crackers and bugs. As he grew older, he learned to love soggy dog food. After he was fully grown, I started letting him out of his cage. He'd fly away and be gone for hours and then come back for free food. For about 2 years after he left the last time, he would come back occasionally and sit on the trailer parked in the back yard, waiting for me to throw out some dog food for him.

Since then, I've always had a thing for robins. I'm so glad my back yard is full of them.

Dana Reeve, widow of Christopher Reeve, dies at 44

Tuesday, March 7, 2006; Posted: 8:27 a.m. EST (13:27 GMT)


SHORT HILLS, New Jersey (AP) -- Dana Reeve, who fought for better treatments and possible cures for paralysis through the Christopher Reeve Foundation, named for her late actor-husband, has died, the foundation said. She was 44.

Reeve died late Monday of lung cancer, said Kathy Lewis, President and CEO of the foundation.

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Baseball great Kirby Puckett dies
Twins Hall of Famer's death comes one day after stroke

Tuesday, March 7, 2006; Posted: 7:48 a.m. EST (12:48 GMT)


(CNN) -- Baseball Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett, who helped lead the Minnesota Twins to World Series titles in 1987 and 1991, died Monday after suffering a stroke over the weekend, the team announced. He was 45.


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This is the result of Puck actually staying in one place while I take a picture of her. Normally, she rolls over on her side or just sticks her nose in the lense of the camera.

Nice doggie.

81°F
Feels Like
81°F
It's March, for Pete's sake! We're still supposed to be enjoying 70° highs!

I'm finding out today if blondes really have more fun. Another 15 minutes or so till the verdict is in.

I've been thinking alot lately about a home business that I could start. I know or know of so many talented people, surely there's a way to pool all that skill together and make a living off of it. Just need to figure out a way to present the idea to the proper folks.

The house is semi-presentable. Laundry is done. The cake is baked and iced and sprinkled. The futon cushion is flipped.

Ok. About that futon. The cushion is very thick and firm but I imagine that, like any other mattress, it should be rotated to promote even wear. I braced my shins against the bottom rail of the frame and grabbed the top part of the cushion. *tug* Nothing happens. Try to grab more of the cushion-cover and *tug* again. This time, it arches away from me, in what I assume is an effort to crawl over the back side of the frame. I rap my shins against the rail. Hard. A few more yanks on the top of the cushion and I manage to get it to stand very nearly on end but I can't get it to flip over. Stupid futons. After a while of wrestling it, I flip the behemoth over and try to bend it so that it will actually stay on the frame. Nothing doing. So I have a cushion trying to lay flat but forced to angle and it looks awful. By this time, the cats are worried they'll be crushed and have fled the living room. Puck stares at me, wagging her tail helpfully. "You can do it! You have thumbs." I pull the whole cushion off the frame and lay it on the floor, where I proceed to jump up and down on the "spine" that has developed in the half a year it's been in service. After all the jumping, I still had to try to get it back on the frame. It's no longer bending the wrong direction, now it's rigid and flat. Man-handling the pad back onto the frame, I punch feebly at the weird bulge that's appeared where there's supposed to be a curve. "I should work out more often." A few pillows and a blanket later, the futon is hideously deformed but at least the cushion has been flipped.

Score 1 for the Rotation of the Mattress.

I'm tired of thinking about it. Let this be one of those stare-downs that just doesn't stop.

Yesterday's half-hour lunch break turned into 3 hours of catching up. Pleasant surprises are always good. Today is her birthday and I think someone is taking her to lunch but I can't forget to call.

Funny, how with so little in common, friendship is still paramount. Opposites attract or is variety really the spice of life?

I must be nutmeg.


The birds think it's spring and I'm inclined to agree. I've only had two daffodils so far but the irii are sprinting to catch up. I don't remember what color they are. I have to try to get to the parents' house so I can dig up some yellows, tho. I love yellow. It may be one of the most common iris colors but it's just so frelling cheerful.

You can guess what tv shows I watch by how I curse.

I've got Garfield on my desk because she doesn't fit on the window sill right now. Crap. She heard me and now she's standing in front of the monitor. She's a talented girl.

Too many things to do and no idea where to start. I can adhere. I just have a hard time planning.