Monday, July 31, 2006
I'm at school. I'm early. I'm not in the mood to practice. I'm not in the mood to do anything. I think I have an iron deficiency. No, seriously. All I wanted to do this weekend was sleep. I got up on Saturday only because I was expecting a friend to stop by and pick something up. Otherwise, I would have stayed in bed. Sunday, I slept until noon. I got up and took a shower because I felt grungy. I started to knit a baby hat and had to get the calculator from my bedroom to do the cast-on math. I sat on my bed and suddenly felt so tired that a natural disaster wouldn't have moved me. I fell backward, feet still on the floor, and was asleep in minutes. This was 2:00ish. I slept until 4:00, had dinner, then went back to bed from 6:00 to 8:00. Got up, watched some TV, and was in bed by 10:30. I feel sleepy and listless today, but I need a paycheck so I'm all doped up on the coffee.
Must eat iron-rich foods. Peanut butter and jelly just isn't going to cut it. Any suggestions from my health conscious friends?
Friday, July 28, 2006
Usually when I feel like this, I go and talk to my friend Nick. Not that he offers any pearls of wisdom, but he has a way of putting things into perspective that calms my nerves. He listens. He appears to be paying attention. He asks all the right questions. Granted, if you asked him what I said the next day, he'd have no clue, but in the moment, he's good to have around. Plus his voice has a very soothing quality. Thursdays are the day that we (the circle of friends and acquaintances in which he runs) usually get together. I called him at 10:15 and got a strange digital recording on his cell phone. That's not unusual, as his home phone answering machine usually plays some quirky song instead of the "I'm not here" message. I hate the "song in lieu of message" types, but I accept it as one of his endearing quirks. I called his work number and it rang so long the fax machine picked up (always a treat). I waited until 11:00 and called his cell again, only to get the same bizarre digital recording. WHY ISN'T HE ANSWERING ANY PHONES??? I left a message to call me back. He didn't call back. I got mad.
Those of you who know the Nick friendship saga know that it's not unusual that he didn't call back, but last night it really, really, REALLY hurt my feelings. It shouldn't have. He was probably busy, or with his girlfriend, or out somewhere. Whatever. It's not like he owes me or anything, but of all the times for him to be himself, last night was not the night. I really needed to hear his voice last night. Damn man.
I think I'll just open a bottle of wine when I get home.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Also, if you're going to wear strange, thick, cotton undergarments, you should make sure your track pants come up far enough to cover them (red arrow). If you absolutely have to expose your panties, make sure they're pretty, not old and threadbare. Seriously, these pantaloons were thick, like long johns, and had a button fly. I believe there's a rule about not wearing your man's undergitchies. It would be better to go bare-assed.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Anywho, it never occurred to me to buy any other brand of peanut butter when I got out on my own. Skippy was good enough for Joanie; it was good enough for me. Then, I moved in with Tami, who ONLY eats JIF. She won't even try another brand. That was fine with me. I'm not picky--or am I?
This week, Target has JIF on sale 3/$5. I'm po' folk so I've been eating a whole lot of PBJ (well, not so much on the J, since I ran out on Sunday). Target is a haven for cheap groceries. Normally, JIF is only $1.82 a jar. Bread is only $1.29 a loaf. For a little over $3, you have food for a week. And that's just the beginning, my friends...but I digress. Where was I? Oh, yeah, JIF on sale. Naturally, by Saturday at 4:00 they were sold out (even though the circular didn't arrive until Sunday). The only peanut butter left in the store was Skippy, and only three jars of that were left. I was desperate and didn't want to drive to the next nearest Target (NoHo), so I bought two jars of Skippy. I should have taken the drive.
Having eaten JIF for 11 years now, I have to say, choosy moms are right. Skippy does not have the consistency of JIF nor the great Peanuty taste. Skippy tastes like that "Better Than Peanut Butter" fake crap that they tried to sell us on at my Weight Watchers meetings. Now, I'm stuck with two jars of Skippy to choke down before I can buy more JIF.
Live and learn.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
I was minding my own business, driving down Melrose, when a bus, the #11, stopped in front of me (at a stop). I went around and got in front of it at corner of Vermont and Melrose. I made a right on red and was blissfully singing along to the CD ("I'm walking on Sunshine...Whooooaa") and it DID feel good until--HELLO--out of nowhere the #11 bus was right on my front bumper!!! Holy Fender Bender, Batman. I stopped just in time and the behemoth cut into my lane, no doubt laughing maniacally and saying "ha ha, Green Jetta. We meet again." Dang! And, of course, he took his sweet ol' time turning on the green arrow leaving me to fend for myself and try to make a left onto Beverly at rush hour. JERK!!
Monday, July 24, 2006
And one of my neighbors used my trash can this week and then left it on the curb, making it appear as if I'm the irresponsible one. I don't know what ticked me off more--the fact that they used my trash can when every unit in the complex has an assigned can with the number clearly written on top, or that the bastard didn't return it to the back of the building where it belongs. grumble grumble grumble.
Oh, and the ants have arrived. Yippee!
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
I'AM LOOKING FOR A STUDENT OR SOMEONE LOOKING TO MAKE EXTRA MONEY FOR A PACIFIC PROJECT. I NEED SOMEONE TO WRITE DESCRIPTIONS FOR MY PRODUCTS TO SELL ON E-BAY AND SET MY PRODUCTS UP ON E-BAY. I SELL LADIES CLOTHING, JEWELRY AND HANDBAGS. I WANT TO PUT THEM ON E-BAY BUT YOU HAVE TO WRITE A LITTLE DESCRIPTIONS. I NEED SOMEONE THAT HAVE EXCELLENT WRITING SKILLS. PLUS I'AM SETTING UP MY OWN WEB AND I WOULD LIKE SOMEONE TO WRITE A LITTLE BIO FOR MY WEB.
Sometimes, my friend Tami is too funny. She's a self-proclaimed bitch, but her delivery is so deadpan that I laugh myself silly. Here's our conversation at a pizza place while surrounded by construction workers who have been laboring in the hot sun all day:
Me: Yeah, so Mark, you know, the guy with all the answers
Tami: You mean the guy with no answers.
Me: Yeah, I was being sarcastic.
Tami: Sorry, I couldn't smell it over all the body odor.
Maybe it's me. She said this so offhanded, without even cracking a smile, that I couldn't finish my thought. I just laughed.
Bossman is back today. Rats!
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Blogger won't let you change the address without starting a whole new blog (or at least I can't find that option) so the blog address is still the same. No need to change that.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Monday, July 17, 2006
So, I knitted this cute little bib from the One Skein book and mastered (sort of) short rows and almost mastered hiding wraps. Okay, that's all kinds of knitting jargon that the rest of you will be bored with, but trust me, it's quite the acomplishment.
I whipped this up while watching Kingdom of Heaven (3 1/2 hour Director's Cut, because Orlando is just adorable) and truth be told it took about five hours. Still not bad, considering I had to read the directions about a hundred times before the hiding part made sense.
Also, pretty darn good considering I started this project (right) last week while watching Season two of Deadwood. I crocheted the whole thing except for 1/2 of the outer border. It couldn't be easier, and yet, I just couldn't muster the enthusiasm to finish it. It's a placemat (part of a set I will eventually complete for my Mommy). I finally put the last 20 loops on this weekend.
Yes, my sofa is ugly. It was free.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Charlie is the black lab and Sasha is the white shepherd.
Charlie is the friendlier of the two. He's also a little drooly. Sasha, on the other hand, was far too concerned with personal hygiene to pose for pictures. [uh, before this he was cleaning his, um, well, you know.]
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
They saved her and named her (of all things)
Ray Parker, Jr.
Fortunately for RPJ, she's among animal lovers.
Friday, July 07, 2006
The mice (me and Russell) will be playing quite a bit. Well, maybe not so much but we are going to Chin Chin for lunch today and just you try to stop us.
So, last night when I went out to my car at 6:30 there was a baby cricket on top of my antenna ball just sitting there looking all buggy. I drove off to Stitch N Bitch and forgot all about it. Later in the evening I drove back to work to drop off Tami (she came with me and left her car at my office) and THE CRICKET WAS STILL THERE. Now, anyone who's driven with me knows I have a tendency to speed up and stop short. I was driving at a pretty good clip down Fountain. How the hell did the little guy hang on? Here he is:
Yes, it's a Nacho Libre antenna ball. Focus, people. I just picture him with these goggles and a WWII fighter pilot helmet. (cue "Ride of the Valkyries")
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Love you. Love your food. Love you and your food. However, if I may be so bold as to offer one suggestion it would be this...lose the paper table covering. Paper tablecloths are for kids birthday parties and outdoor picnics. That's it. The paper was rough and gave us all paper cuts on our arms and legs (it's shorts season, people).
Also, putting crayons on a table with paper covering and no children present is only inviting this sort of imagery.
And having the server write her name on the paper? Well, invest in name tags and save your server's dignity. Poor Marie. She meant us no harm. She was prompt with the extra bread, the food, and didn't get all pissy when someone changed his drink order three times. She certainly didn't deserve to have this next to her name.
Please reserve the paper for your next barbeque and avoid such tomfoolery in the future.
A recent patron
ps. Naturally, I did nothing to try to stop such tomfoolery because that's just some funny stuff and the aforementioned someone is quite the artist. Besides, paper and crayons? You're just begging for it.
Poor photo quality due to camera phone. Thanks to C & J for dinner, and to A for making me laugh.