Eye-Dee-Ten-Tee

Over Easter weekend there wasn't anything "good" to watch on tv, so consequently I found myself fascinated by the RV shows. I wonder, if you live in your trailer--- yet pay more than $200K for it-- are you still considered white trash?

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When I was mowing my friends yard, I ran by a rose bush and got a thorn prick in my finger. It's a bit infected-- which shouldn't be alarming, but I have taken Microbiology.

I know things.

I have this thought that flickers throughout my gray matter and I am just so damn sure I now have that flesh eating disease and I AM GOING TO DIE.

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Interesting article comparing American and European styles of communicating via email.

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Now that we are officially into Spring, nature has decided to bring us some of that good ol' winter weather we missed.

Doesn't phase me much, but the skiers are sure happy.

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The thrill of being home-alone has caused some serious regression. I have become domestically challenged while embracing the monotonous cuisine of nachos, cookies, and coke (w/lime). For two days I have been contemplating the comparative hotness of bad-boy vampires Spike (Buffy) and David (Lost Boys). I even have 4 huge zits, one of which I have affectionately named Mount Muthafuckha.

Life is totally tubular, dude.

Home Alone

The Mom left for a business trip last night, and as I'm driving her to the airport:

Me:       Why are you turning this way?
Mom:   aren't I taking you to the airport?
Me:       Yes, but you should go the other way.
Mom:   This way works.
Me:       The other way is faster.
Mom:   I want to drive this way.
Me:       Always afraid to try something new, huh?
Mom:   I'm REALLY gonna miss you Mom.
Me:        (muttering)Shoulda gone the other way.

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I am 35 12 today, home alone, running walking through the house naked, blaring the stereo reading a book. I am a Wild Woman.

I turned all her ringers-off, slept in til 11, and can't wait to run out and buy some junk food. Woohoo, it's a party.

Well, it will be a party once I finish the laundry.

Wash the dishes.

And clean the litterbox.

And go to this temp-job interview.

Sigh.

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Friday I met Ginnie and Jenny down at the Claim Jumper for lunch. I had the potato cheddar sourdough bowl. I get the same damn thing every time, and every time I wish they had a broccoli/cauliflower cheddar soup instead. For some reason the potato and sourdough bread seems a little redundant on the carbs. Heh, like I really pay attention to what I eat. Enh, sort of anyway. We then walked over to Half Price Books (the best store EVER) where I picked up a couple reads from the dollar rack (score), and then we walked over to Target.

If you can believe it, the only thing I bought was a damn exercise ball that came with its own pump (on sale $10.88). Probably because we were hoofing it for quite a distance and I wasn't up for carrying anything. Or could be because I don't have money to be spending at Target. Or most likely because I was just there the night before and bought all the easter stuff for my sistahs then. (the correct answer is C)

Every year I try to do something different for their "basket". Usually I do a nice mini-trunk or decorative container-- last year I used straw beach bags. This year for Sally I got a beautiful wood bowl, and for MaryAnn I bought a wood wastepaper basket that matched her rolltop desk. Inside each I gave pj's, flip-flops, the small token easter animal, bath scrub, lip goo, tangerine altoids, and some other crap. Not sure how I'm gonna be able to do this from scotland...

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Saturday I picked up Sally, we then drove over and picked up MaryAnn, hit Starbucks and landed at the nail salon. They climbed into their spa chairs and I watched from an envious position.

Afterwards we went to brunch at Flo Anna's diner. Yum.

Back at my place we did the whole Charlies Angels speakerphone conference thing trying to figure out the best and cheapest flights to Scotland in May. MaryAnn will already have been in Greece for 2 weeks, so she can't stay more than a couple days. Sally wants to make the trip worthwhile, so she wants to stay for at least 10 days. We want to celebrate Sally's 40th birthday, but can't stay long enough to celebrate MaryAnn's birthday which is 5 days later.

Haven't nailed down the tickets, but the time frame of May 19th still looks to be right. I am unemployed and broke, riding on the free miles of my sisters-- so I'm pretty damn flexible.

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I still have the errand running to do for Sally, so I need to get my ass in gear. So, SO want to just crawl back into bed. Too bad the tv wasn't in there.

Hmmm. The Mom is gone for a week, maybe it WILL just be in my room for a few days.

Oh the anarchy!

Relic Benefaction

Last night the raccoon came back. Only this time it was Ramona who saw him while I sat obliviously watching my rerun of Golden Girls. Before I knew what was happening she puffed up, let out this loud sound, and slammed herself against the sliding glass door.

Didn't even phase the coon, but scared me damnit.

Frankly, I peed a little.

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It has been so beautiful that despite the predictions of future doom and drought I thought I'd try and take more photos for y'all. This shot is brought to you "drive-by style".

I was literally driving by, and thought it would be a fabulous shot but I was on the wrong side of the 520-bridge and have a crappy camera... enough excuses, just enjoy this shot:



Here's Sadie. As the Princess lay in her bed, we weeded the yard on the hill below her:



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These are two web-sites being visited by me, FOR me, AND my family:

Living Will Registry [make your living will]

BioGift [gift your body to science]

Death is not morbid to either sides of the family, so discussions about the inevitable have been ongoing. As a child I wanted a beautiful ceremony with lots of flowers and people crying [heh]. As a wild teenager, no longer wanting to use up land with my body in a box, I instead asked to be cremated and have everyone sprinkle me on their bowls of pot [of course, only my friends agreed to smoke me].

As a young adult, I decided to donate my body to science. As an adult I still just wanted to donate my body to science. And as an older but not yet old adult, I still want to donate my body to science. My Entire Family Knows This.

After Great-Grandmother Gladys slipped into a diabetic coma and was revived by the paramedics, we all contemplated our living wills. We decided what we do and do not want to be done. Even religious Gma made her wishes be known. We communicated with each other and all agreed to honor each other's choices. And every year or so we check back with a "still the same?"

It's important.

Do it.

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Have I mentioned that I stopped smoking twelve days ago? It's killing me. Sure the actual smoking was killing me, but stopping is so HARD. I'm sure I'm going to explode from the excessive edibles that have since passed my lips. [I know, I know "would you like some cheese with that whine?"].

I have a friend who was a major crack addict-- seriously-- and he said that quitting cigarrettes was the hardest thing he ever had to get over.

That's fucked up.

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MaryAnn is home-- I haven't seen her in two weeks. How in the hell I survive living in Scotland without my sisters is going to be a freakin' miracle. Anyway, she had to stay in PA over the last weekend, she decided to go see Niagara Falls. She had Dick overnight her camera, so I can't wait to see if she got any good shots.

Yesterday I sucked on the errand running and chore doing for Sally. Felt guilty, but she's my big sistah and forgives me anything. Today at noonish I am meeting Ginnie and Jenny (say that five times fast) for lunch and afterwards we are walking. Yay.

Squeezing Ain't Just For Cheese

I'm still so very very sore, hurting in places I've only read about in my textbooks. Last night I woke up with a chuck/charlie horse IN MY BACK for gawdsake. Gah. I'm unhappy with the pain in my lower back, but am quite pleased with my overall hurt. It means I'm movin' and shakin' baby.

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Lately I've noticed a food-packaging trend for putting everything from peanut butter to relish into a squeezable container. Apparently it is just too hard to open a jar and spread something with a knife. We even have sqeezable mayonnaise (but you must say it like Louis Gossett Jr. in An Officer & a Gentleman: "eh, Mayo-NAISE!")

I digress.

I bought some squeezable Red Raspberry preserves the other day. Gotta tell ya it sure does help one, as dexterously impaired as I, keep from getting jelly all over her damn hands. So even though I'm still slightly suspicious of processed and packaged food, I'll have to give two thumbs up for convenience.

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Anybody doing this? You make a to-do list for your life and then leave comments on how it's going. Other people can comment too, offer to help, or even leave you a cheer.

I have 30 things...

1. Find my purpose in life
2. Laugh every day
3. Move to Scotland
4. Quit eating sugar
5. Stop smoking
6. Help people
7. Exercise more
8. Lose 75 pounds
9. Get my degree
10. Go walking every day that I can
11. Travel
12. Re-learn french
13. Get a job i love
14. Finish dresser restoration
15. Expand ASL skills
16. Pick a hairstyle
17. Stop biting my fingernails
18. Redesign my blog
19. Take more pictures
20. Learn to play guitar
21. Introduce my laptop to Wi-Fi
22. Whiten my teeth
23. Get a Mammoplasty Reduction
24. Beat depression
25. Join a book club
26. Get out of bed earlier
27. Learn HTML
28. Eat more vegetables
29. Write more letters
30. Make new friends

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Mom:   Do you know what time the postman delivers?
Me:       Nope, no idea. But I do know that he always rings twice. (snicker, snort)

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I finished working at my friends house today and got a nice healthy check. Tomorrow I run errands for Sally and also stop by to take Sadie for a walk. For now I'm going to try and stay awake long enough for CSI, and then it's off to dreamland baby.

Oi, infinity!

Oi.
Oi.
And Oi again.

My muscles are sore. I've worked my ASS off the last couple of days. Seriously, it's fallen right off. Poof, gone. Whee... except with this stomach and these boobs I now look like the letter B.

I knew my friend's house was big, but until you clean a home you never really grasp just how big it IS. Have I mentioned that there are SIX bathrooms?

I scrubbed wood floors, on my hands and knees thankyouverymuch. I scrubbed all of the cupboards and counters. I'm still working on the moulding. I potted plants. I primed a ceiling. I sorted multiple boxes of files for shredding and recycling. I vacuumed. I toiled. I TIRED.

I didn't have the energy for a bath so I took a nice loooong shower. I stood under that hot water and silently wished for a back massager [and by that I don't mean "back massager"].

The shower, my (lightly) lavender scented stress relieving body wash, and my (lightly) lavender scented night renewing body lotion have successfully relaxed me.

Good thing, cuz tomorrow I'm going back for more.

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MaryAnn comes home from PA on Thursday. On Saturday we will join Sally for a pedicure and latte.

Well, I'm having the latte since they are all body conscious and the rumour is that lattes are "fattening". Sheyah, right. So, while I'm enjoying my hot frothy beverage, they will be getting pedicures.

I'm not getting one, partly because I just got one the other day, and partly because I feel like somehow I'd be cheating on my Spa chair...

Not Just An Idiot

FX is rerunning Season 1 of Nip/Tuck (yay). Some might say this show is like an accident that you just can't help but rubberneck. I think it's more than that. I think it's a demolition derby where you are screaming from your seat, cheering for those cars to collide and squealing like a resident of Deliverance when they do.

In other tv news, I finally watched my first reality television show last night.

Mr. Romance.

I know, I know-- for shame, for shame.

Maybe it was the conk on the head, but if you mute the sound of them talking than it really is a fun show to watch.

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I have been sleeping for one week; therefore I should feel refreshed. Instead I feel like I could really use a nap. [this might be indicative of the huge amounts of physical labor that I performed today, though]

I'm doing odd jobs for a friend (for $$ of course), and just about killed myself trying to mow the wet grass with a good lawnmower. It pulls so hard that I had to counter- pull backwards while mowing forwards, which is probably why I slid a couple times. I managed to mow the front and back yards, yet wisely declined to mow the hill.

I may be an idiot, but I'm definitely not stupid.

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On Sunday the lay-z-boy flipped backwards. With me in it. I'm sure the site of my arms and legs flailing was most comical to the Mom, however any joy was quickly dashed by the loud "thwack" as my head made contact with the bookcase.

I have a gigornmous goose egg and when I push on it I get these shooting pains on both sides of my head (so don't push on it).

I'm not just an idiot, I'm also a graceless fucktard.

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I was walking out of the house on (what I thought was) Thursday, and noticed the neighbor's garbage cans already lined up outside for Friday-trash pickup. I made a sarcastic comment to the Mom about the eager blue-hairs, yada yada yada. The Mom didn't say anything, and as I pulled out of the driveway I laughed and said "oh my gawd, no wonder she didn't say anything, she already put her cans out too".

As I slowly drove down the street I noticed that EVERYONE had put out their cans. That's when it finally dawned that it WAS garbage day.

I'm not just an idiot, I'm also a dumbass.

Hebetude

Gee, I make one snarky comment about having no life and my body says "oh yeah, well try this".

I sleep for hours, wake up to pee, sleep some more, eat a little something and then back to bed I go.

Repeat.

Huh. Minus the self-licking and litter-box, I'm living the life of my cat.

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Target is my church.

I like to worship there once a week.

I spend hours in service, even if I rarely have anything to contribute to the offering plate.

I attend even when sick, which is similar to non-sick times in that I wander aimlessly around looking at EVERYTHING.

Yesterday, after worship, I donated $15.99 and received my very own copy of The Incredibles.

[it is cute, but Monsters Inc is still my favorite "new" cartoon]

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Synopsis from court tv:

the teen is convicted, Baretta is acquitted, and Scott Peterson is sentenced to death.

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Saint Patrick (389?-461?), called the Apostle of Ireland, Christian prelate. His birthplace is uncertain, but it was probably in southwestern Britain; his British name was Succat. At 16 years of age he was carried off by Irish marauders and passed his captivity as a herdsman near the mountain Slemish in county Antrim (according to tradition) or in county Connacht. The young herdsman saw visions in which he was urged to escape, and after six years of slavery he did so, to the northern coast of Gaul. Ordained a priest, possibly by Saint Germanus, at Auxerre, he returned to Ireland. Sometime after 431, Patrick was appointed successor to St. Palladius, first bishop of Ireland. Patrick concentrated on the west and north of Ireland, establishing his see at Armagh. Patrick's two surviving works are written in Latin and demonstrate his acquaintance with the Vulgate translation of the Bible. In one of these works, the Confessions, Patrick portrays himself as an ignorant yokel in an unequal contest with the powerful and learned adherents of Pelagianism. His reported use of the shamrock as an illustration of the Trinity led to its being regarded as the Irish national symbol. A strange chant of his, called the Lorica, is preserved in the Liber Hymnorum (Book of Hymns), and what purports to have been a handbell he used during Mass is shown in the National Museum in Dublin. His traditional feast day is March 17. {"Patrick, Saint," Microsoft® Encarta® Online Encyclopedia 2005
http://encarta.msn.com © 1997-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All Rights Reserved.}

Annus Mirabilis

How is it that I have no life, yet I still manage to go thru a tank of gas every week?

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If you live here in the Seattle area of the Pacific Northwest, you are probably saying to yourself:

"self-- what's up with this continuously sunny, warm, amazingly spring-like weather?"

Exhibit A:

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On Thursday night every time I tried to call Bunny at her hotel (in PA), I would be put on hold to this high-pitched stuffed animal sounding music. It was annoying as hell, and not just a bit painful for the eardrums, but I took a few deep breaths and calmly waited it out. I soon found myself humming along and eventually figured out that the song, ironically, was "Let it Be".

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For those new to Destination Unknown, you may notice that the pictures of some earlier entries are no longer viewable. This would be because I am using an almost-free imaging host which greatly limits my storage capability, so I am making room for upcoming pictures.

I am considering getting my own domain, but as I am more dork than geek I still don't know how much this would cost or exactly what kind of work this would entail. I beg invite anybody with some geek advice to email me.

I'll keep ya posted.

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Thursday night I went to the Pegasus, a small karaoke bar/eatery. Usually I end up at the places where everyone is polite and most of the singers are shitty. But this time there was a little guy named Vern who sang Music of the Night (Phantom of the Opera) and he was FANFUCKINGTASTIC.

Thank gawd I didn't have to follow him.

I didn't get the temp job as "light phone service" was actually code for "man the switchboard". So instead I went to my old boss's house and cleaned for 6 hours on friday. I was major pooped and major pained, so I took a bath. Being as I can't stand it when the water cools, I haven't successfully taken a bath in eons. I lacked any foo-foo crap so I poured half a cup of lemon juice in and called it good. I slathered on a charcoal face mask, plugged the laptop in (FAR from the tub, I'm not THAT stupid), and played my favorite violin cd. I impressed myself, lasting a lengthy 23 minutes.

I felt very relaxed after that.

Well, that and 6 ibuprofen tablets.

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what the fuck is this cord for? I put it in my "important: must keep" box, because it was, ah, important. I cannot, however, remember WHY it is/was so fucking important. Gah.

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Saturday, despite the pain and protestations of my muscles, I went to Casa de Bunny to help her with yardwork. After a few hours I could feel my back and ass muscles start to throb, which I interpreted as the signal to quit. And since I am a glutton for punishment (oh yes I am), I went back to do more on Sunday.

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Speaking of Bunny, she has requested a nickname change. She was given that nickname years ago, and because it screamed yuppy elitist (totally NOT her) it was funny and stuck. Fast forward to the present, and circumstances dictate the new moniker of MaryAnn. I could funk it up a bit, but I will concede to her request and make the change. To help alleviate future confusion, I added a chast of characters section on the left. However, in keeping with my Sea theme, I have chosen to call it the Ship's Manifest.

Yes, I am aware that I need to get out more.

New Rule:
No watching of Oprah, Hallmark channel, or Animal Planet at any time during the 7-10 days before onset of menstrual cycle.

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I just finished reading Everything to Gain by Barbara Taylor Bradford. Uckh. Crap, I've felt more passion reading my grocery list. The only reason I had this book was because it came in a DVD package at Costco. For the fantastic price of $8.50 I got both the "Walk in the Clouds" dvd AND A BOOK. Woo hoo. I mean, geez that's only $4.25 EACH. Come on, it's a bargain. You know how much I love a bargain.

You get what you pay for doesn't always apply, because I got ripped off with that Heather Graham DVD too.

On 2nd thought, maybe it does.

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Went to Costco yesterday to pick up items for Gma. The people who got in line behind me had just one item.

One!

I didn't think it was possible to shop at Costco and only get one item. How can one leave without spending $100? Isn't there a rule or something?

I was in such awe that I let them go in front of me, figuring I had a buttload of stuff and they had just this one item [maybe it was a $100 cake?]. They kept thanking me, gushing like the lady I helped on Sunday. If this keeps up, I'm gonna think I'm a fucking rockstar.

I then drove down to Gmas, unloaded everything, sorting and putting into freezer bags. Oh no, her freezer is stuffed full so I will have to take some of these oatmeal raisin cookies. I'm helpful that way, you see.

We had a nice visit until her neighbor Hazel showed up to get her for coffee. Every time I'm there Hazel comes over, and every time Hazel tells me it's nice to meet me. Heh. I don't correct her anymore, and neither does Gma. We all just smile with denial as if we were George Bu... ah, lets' not go there.

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Today I am heading to doggysit Sadie, and wait for my phone to ring. They called me with a week-long temp job yesterday, but were going to confirm the level of phone-answering required and get back to me. I haven't heard yet, and the job starts to tomorrow. Argh. If I don't hear by noon I'm going to call. Until then, Miss Sadie Louise and I are gonna keep walking our fat asses around the block.

Wow, I AM a rockstar.

Candid Economics

My "people" (Scottish) are often subjected to the stereotype of having rather straightforward and, um, frugal natures. Point of fact, however, is we actually take great pride in these qualities. This was proven when, in preparation for my relocation to Scotland, I went online to compare food prices and ran across this product:



rather straight to the point, eh?

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Thar she blows! Mt. St. Helens, a local Pacific NW mountain, blew again yesterday. I remember the exact day it blew in 1980. I was living closer to it then and the whole sky turned dark and there was soot/ash everywhere. Stranger still was later on you could buy all sorts of souvenirs made with that ash. But the worse part for me [hey, I was just a kid] was having to wash all the cars and the driveways.

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Gas prices have climbed back up again. Cheap 87 gas is now $2.19 a gallon here.

Milk is $4.39 a gallon.

Smokes are still just under $5.

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I put the 3DAY button up on the left there. This is a great cause, so please go check them out.

Since my ass will be in Scotland and I won't be able to participate in the actual walk, Bunny is now organizing a team thru her work. As soon as they are established, I will change the button to their specific donation page-- so until then, feel free to donate directly to the organization!

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I'm off to Costco to shop for Gma. Woo hoo!

No, seriously.

When it's early morning and there are no people around... than shopping at Costco can be capital F, capital U, capital N!

Okay, I just sugar-peaked on that one.

Bunny says that Costco would be better if they had an "adult-only" shopping hour. Initially I laughed at her, but now I'm thinking she's onto something there. If only there was some way we could also eliminate the "just stop wherever I am and leave my cart in the middle of the aisle so no-one else can get by" people...

Gripping

Friday I answered a "for-sale" ad and picked up this cool oak coffee table for the Mom (her table had been rain/mold damaged in the storage shed at my house). It is perfect for her decorating style, and at $35 it was perfect for my wallet. We need to hang a couple more pictures, but otherwise the living room looks pretty good.


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Saturday. Jayzus, what in the fuck did I do on Saturday? I know that Sunday was 70 here and Sally & I went to breakfast and shopping, but what in the hell did I do on Saturday? Gah.

You can see what a gripping life I do lead.

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Sunday while Sally and I were waiting in line with the cashier, the customer in front of us asked for customer-service assistance in carrying her stuff to the car. The kid calls up a manager and they start to have a discussion about just who they could have to help this woman out. Oh for gawd sake people, I WILL. I didn't think it was any big deal to help her, but apparently this ain't a common action. They all kept thanking me like I was a hero saving her from a burning house.

When I had my auto accident, the guy who hit me had two kids in the car with them and I gave them all a ride to their grandmothers. The insurance company freaked out over this and so did his adjuster. Again, why is it such a phenomenon to treat others with a basic common decency?

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Monday I had breakfast at McD's, returned a defective DVD, and got my 4Runner washed. I whined to my sisters about not having a job, and sent out a pathetic plea to everyone I know to hire me for odd jobs and to get word out to their friends that I am for hire. A sort of "Working Wifey" if you will. I'll do your laundry, clean your house, pick up your dry-cleaning, walk your dog, balance your checkbook, and rearrange your furniture. So far I have one bite, so instead of getting my much needed pedicure with Sally on Friday I will be cleaning house.

I only need to raise ten more grand before May 19th.

No problem, right?

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I love cookies. It is plain fact that if cookies are brought into this house than I will eat them all. I have warned the Mom, and she has suffered for her disbelief.

This time when she brought those fat, chewey, totally AWESOME oatmeal raisin cookies home she was smart enough to hide some from me.

So she's sitting there last night, eating a cookie, and talking in between bites. We are an expressive family that talks with their hands, and soon I noticed that my eyes were radar-locked onto her hands, carefully tracking each cookie bite as it moved through the air...

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In light of the fact that my life is JUST. SO. GRIPPING, I am offering up yet another picture of my cat. I keep trying to get a cute shot of her yawning, for Robyn, but instead I get looks such as this:



Yeah, she's not so happy with the flashing of the camera.

Amercement

Got up and showered yesterday (always a good thing), got dressed in my snazzy work clothes, and off to Seattle I went. I paid the meter $2 for parking. I was pretty sure, since I had done all of the testing online the night before, that I wouldn't be here a full two hours.

Oi.

They had more tests.

And paperwork.

And a HIPPA video.

I left part-way through to go feed the meter again, thinking I just HAD to be done soon.

During the actual interview, I went 5 minutes over the time limit and was given a fabulous computer generated $35 parking ticket.

Fuckers.

Anyway, they said they liked me (whee) and will get back to me (uh oh).

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I've changed my mind, yesterdays scope was good, but THIS is the BEST SCOPE EVER:

Jon Stewart, host of Comedy Central's The Daily Show, is a big star now. But on his way to the top, he has sometimes had a laidback attitude towards ambition. "As long as I can remember," he has said, "I wanted to sleep late, stay up late, and do nothing in between." Believe it or not, Aries, I suggest you adopt an equally leisurely approach in the coming week. The best thing you can do to serve your burning desires in the long run is to explore the healing mysteries of being a lazy bum right now.

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The Mom went grocery shopping and cooked dinner for her birthday. Heh. She bought oatmeal raisin cookies and ice cream. Woo hoo. I bought her The Last Samurai , wrapping it in brown paper and laying it on the table while she was out. Of course Old Eagle Eye saw it first thing as she walked in the door. Bunny is still on the east coast, and Sally is recuperating either from food poisoning (personally Sally, I feel raw fish and gin would make ANYBODY vomit), or the flu. Gma and the Mom have scheduled hair appointments for Tuesday, so I guess she's got a week long celebration going on.

As all birthdays SHOULD be.

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Did you know that if you install a cabinet on the wall space up above the toilet, that the chance you'll drop something into the toilet is pretty high? And if you are a fucktard like me it actually climbs to a whopping 100%? If I only had these odds playing the lottery...

Contemplation

"They say it's your birthday---nana nana na na"

Today is the Mom's birthday... we I planned on having a small dinner party at the house, but now Bunny is on the East coast and Sally either has food poisoning or the flu. I guess having just Gma, the Mom and I can still be construed as a small dinner party, but I need my sisters there as a buffer. It is REALLY HARD to spend time betwixt the two and not be able to imbibe.

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I liked reading this scope for moi:

Today is a very important day for you, dear Aries. For a few months now, some profound changes have been going on inside of you. If you want to continue in this personal development, it's time to choose a new direction for your life. Because, if you don't, someone else may do it for you! Take control of your life, you have all the strength you need now.

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Off to another job interview today. I also got offered the opportunity to ride across the country from Washington (state, dahlin) to Philadelphia as a companion to a stranger and her two dogs.

Hmmm, here's to hoping that the interview works out. Otherwise, really, what the hell else do I have to do, huh?

Non-Intercalary

Spent the weekend at Sally's cleaning, rearranging, running errands, and of course playing with the one and only Miss Molly (have I ever told you that she's THE greatest dog?) The Mom tried to stay in my bed, but she's not used to the cat sleeping on her and so it was a bit restless for them. Heh.

I popped over to Casa de Bunny to find Esteban wearily trying to clean up the tropical storm that was Bunny. She had to fly out early Sunday morning for a business trip, but had gone out the night before and instead of getting packed she got, um, HAMMERED.

Apparently the "girls" liquored up pre-penis puppetshow, consuming the exact amount required to corrupt Bunny and make her get her breasts autographed.

Oh my.

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Re-charged the camera battery and took, ahem, just a few pictures of my girls.


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Finished reading Plum Island and it was one of the most entertaining reads I've had in awhile. It's narrated by the main character, who is a pig, but in a humorous way that made me giggle and twice downright guffaw.

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I bought a Pilates workout for weight-loss DVD. I even bought myself the special mat with carrying strap. So I popped the DVD in and watched it, from the recliner, as a means to prepare myself. There are no subtitles, and it's a little difficult to be laying in these funky positions and try to watch the instructor for the next move.

Anyway, thinking I "had it", I dressed in my new yoga style clothes, lay the mat down in front of the TV, and pushed play. Hey, that beginner level seems to be a little hard. Do you think I can have the kindercare level, please?

First off, the breathing thing?-- can't quite get the hang of it. Just as I'm finishing an inhale, she's already onto the exhale and starting another inhale. I tried to keep up with her, but quickly found myself light headed and hyperventilating.

And what's with that swan position, are you fucking kidding me?

What do you mean breathe into my back? Back where?

We then had to roll onto our sides, bend one knee, put a small pillow under your head for balance and hmmm, pillow under the head, this ain't so bad, I think I'll just finish the rest of the workou....zzzzzz