Holy shit, Roar is being released on DVD in September. I've only been waiting for this for 9 years.
July 2006 Archives
H: "I like to keep you in my heart."
We started letting the puppies sleep in bed again, and so far, there haven't been any accidents. They do take up more space than I remembered though, and Max is a pillow hog. She starts out somewhere near my feet, migrates up to my stomach/side, then eventually slithers up until her top half is on the pillow (the rest of her is still tucked underneath the covers). Sometimes she'll deviate from this and completely curl up on the pillow, and while she may be a miniature doxie, there isn't an awful lot of pillow space left over when she does this.
Gold Digger? I Come From a Land Down Under? What the hell is up with my mental songlist today?
All the progress I've made and I still regress to where I used to be,
looking down at the blue under pale white
broken habits return, derailing the ways I know this is supposed to be handled
drawing me back to the lie that pain makes it better -
that slow red is better than an ache in my chest
that three fingers are better than this feeling in my stomach -
luring me back to the broken road I was on before
nails ache to scrabble for purchase
longing to sink into the familiar
to embrace the well-known path
one lone promise closes that world off from me
that promise the wall between who I am now and who I was
just a few short months ago
The pictures in this entry are adorable, and Miss Doxie's captions are hilarious. I'm alternately snorting and wanting to run out and get more doxie puppies.
This morning's sticker is another butterfly on a blue background, this time with a blue body and pink wings with magenta-ish spots.
I usually drop H off at daycare on my way in to work when we have the kids during the week, and lately she's been getting a sticker out of the basket they keep up front and putting it on my hand as I'm signing her in. Today's sticker is a butterfly with a purple body, green wings, and white stars on its wings.
Mine are kicking my ass. After the way I felt all week, I fully expected to be laid out over the weekend. Instead of being debilitated though, I was miserable - the kind of miserable where you don't feel bad enough to justify staying in bed all day but you're grouchy and achy and don't really want to do much of anything. I wanted to just crawl in bed and sleep until I felt better, but there wasn't time last weekend. The one coming up is looking like it'll be a busy one too, so my day of sleep will just have to wait.
After our recent frog encounters, Mike and I are both being cautious when we open the front door. I'm sure I look ridiculous peeking at the sides of the door and inspecting the handle before opening it fully, but if it keeps that teensy frog out of the house, then so be it.
I have my rings back! My hand feels normal again. No more glancing down at a ringless finger wondering why it looks and feels odd or worrying that I've lost them. No more adjusting them constantly because they've turned around on my finger. And no more jangling as they clank together when I move my hands.
Squizz was playing some BLS this morning when I got back in the car after dropping H off at daycare. I can't wait till August 6th!
The frog jumped in at Mike this morning. His response involved a similar amount of arm shaking with a lot less squeaking and more "What the FUCK?!?". The frog was flung to parts unknown in the commotion, but I noticed it on the glass by the door when I went back downstairs, so I scooped it up (in the cup that was still by the front door from its visit earlier this week) and deposited it outside. I'm not sure what kind of frog this is, but it sure is wet. It leaves puddles of what looks like water on the floor in its wake. Hopefully it'll stay outside tomorrow.
The break room smells like toaster struedel, and now I want some even though I know my stomach always feels a bit queasy after I eat one.
One of my least favorite things about this time of year is the sweat. I don't mind a little sweat, but the constant dripping is repulsive. Unfortunately, my car is a little sweat-box on wheels, so my ride home is always miserable. My current summer routine involves changing into a tank top and putting on sunscreen before I leave work so I don't drown. Even then I'm very uncomfortable, and more than a little grouchy, by the time I make it home. It's not so bad at 70 with the windows down, but it's awful when I hit stop-and-go traffic.
The other downside to this is when we take the bike out, the helmet and jacket get very hot, very fast. I'm not comfortable with the idea of going out jacketless though, so I've resigned myself to showing up everywhere dripping, unless we take the truck. Yesterday, we were walking in to meet some friends for dinner when a guy stopped us in the parking lot and commended us (I'm assuming it was us, although he seemed to be directing the comment to Mike) on wearing protective gear, even in the heat. Heh. If only he'd heard Mike 15 minutes earlier, lamenting the fact that shitty traffic made it necessary for him to wear the jacket, because he really didn't want to.
When I opened the door to walk Mike out to the truck a few minutes ago, something wet hit my arm, so I squeaked and shook my arm until something that I thought was a moth landed on the floor. Mike pointed out that it looked like a frog, but I didn't think anything of it until I came back in and took a closer look, and he was right; it was a teeny tiny, almost translucent frog. Ick.
I heart this show. I read a lot of the books when I was younger, but the only Perry Mason episodes I remember watching were the made-for-tv-movies that came out in the late 80's, early 90's. We picked the first season up last week, and after watching six episodes, it's tied with Columbo on my favorite tv show list.
This stuff is just as awesome as Gloop. Thankfully it's not a limited edition/retired scent so I can buy more when my sample is used up. Now I just have to see how it smells under my mainstay perfume.
It initially smells very fruity on me, like some kind of lollipop or candy that I can't place yet. It's a little overwhelming, so I'm hoping that part fades pretty quickly.
This one smelled great in the vial and for the first minute or so after I put it on, then it started smelling a little too sweet.
If you take a glass baking pan out of oven, it will not be cool 10 minutes later when you try to pick it up with your bare hands. If dropping said pan immediately is not an option (say, for instance, it's right over the cast iron burners on your gas range), put it down as quickly as possible to minimize the blistering. Then get your bottle of aloe, apply liberally, and whine to everyone in earshot.
I tried this one this morning before I went to the gym. I like the way it smells in the vial, kind of minty and fresh, and it smelled just as good when I first put it on. After wearing it for a bit, it started to smell more strongly of vanilla, which was a little disappointing. I was hoping the minty scent would stay noticeable as it wore on.
Note: I'll have to give this one another try sometime soon because I forgot that I was wearing it and used some of B&B Juniper Breeze right after my work out.
highlights of yesterday:
Z showing me his comics, asking what I thought about them, and sitting outside on the deck with me while I was giving the puppies their ice cubes.
N sitting outside with me, first when I was taking the puppies outside, and then again later on the deck after Z had gone inside
Mike sharing his day with me, telling me I was awesome, the hugs, cuddles, and backrubs, and his concern about my fever when we went to bed. It's nice to be fussed over sometimes.
I read an article on WebMD that mentioned a group of researchers who say caffeine levels should be included on the nutrition labels of energy drinks. I'd like to see this taken a step further and have caffeine levels included on the nutrition labels of everything that contains a significant amount of it, that way people who are sensitive to it can factor that info in to their food/drink decisions.
Karinne also included some Villainess soaps in Monday's goody bag, and the first one I've tried is Gloop. Fucking awesome. Per Karinne, it was a limited edition, described as fluffed marshmallow fudge, and it smells just like the description. When I used it this morning, it smelled so chocolatey that I was worried I'd made some sort of mistake and had to double-check the wrapper to make sure it was indeed soap. According to the Villainess forum, they'll be making more of this in the fall, and I'll definitely be picking some up.
Karinne enabled me with box full of bpal imps Monday, and this is the first one I've tried. It started off smelling deliciously like a pumpkin pie candle I have, but after about 15 minutes, it started smelling really heavy and more fruity than pumpkiny.
10:21 AM - Now it seems to smell a bit Windexy.
12:16 PM - No more Windex; iIt's currently got a vanillay scent with a touch of the pumpkin from earlier.
1:10 PM - Still vanillay, but a bit more pumpkiny than the last update
9:24 PM - overall verdict: I really like the end result (light vanilla/pumpkin), but I'm not sure I want to deal with all the in-between phases to get there. I'll have to try it again another day and see how that goes.
I'm tired. The weekend feels like it didn't exist at all, and I had to fight hard against the sweet thought of crawling back in bed this morning. It didn't help that the puppykins were curled up on it (Maddy on top of the comforter, looking like a little marsupial; Max underneath the covers, burrowed like a little prairie dog) looking cute, comfy, and extremely snuggleable. If Mike had stayed home, I'm sure I would've succumbed. The drive in to work helped a bit, but now that I'm at my desk I feel queasy again and still very dizzy/disoriented. I want a nap.
I noticed a dark smear across my eyelid when I was washing my face this morning, and, thinking it was mascara, I grabbed a q-tip to wipe it off. Turns out it's a bruise, and I can't figure out what the hell I did. I'm paranoid now, checking it periodically and comparing both eyes to see if there's any swelling. How do you get a bruise across your eyelid and not know how it happened?
I need to buy some basic sewing things (thread, straight pins, and the like), but two of the major craft stores in town only have embroidery/cross-stitch thread. Target has a limited selection of this stuff, so if Jo-Ann's doesn't have anything, my only other option is going to be Wal-Mart. Bah. All I'm trying to do is hem some pants, y'all. It's not like I'm making a dress or anything.
Sure enough, I keep realizing I'm not wearing my rings and trying frantically to remember where I left them, if they could have fallen off, etc., only to remember a couple seconds later that they're being sized. I can't wait to get them back so I can stop my little panic bits.
I've finally found some good cargo pants! My sister called yesterday to let me know that she'd seen some that looked like what I was looking for, so I stopped by the store while I was out doing errands, and they were very close to what I had in mind. The best part? They were on sale. I got almost perfect cargo pants for $15. Now to hem them...
I had to run out and do some errands today, and since one of them took me close to the jewelry store where Mike bought my engagement ring and wedding band, I decided I might as well stop in and drop them off to be sized. They both are big enough on me that they've been known to slide off my hand (this is particularly alarming when I'm throwing trash into the can for pick up) and have been making a clinking sound every time I move my hand. I love wearing them and was hesitant to drop them off because I don't want to be without them for several days, so I'd just been putting up with it for a while, but after a couple close calls this past week, it was time to take them in. I won't be getting them back for just over a week, and my hand feels naked without them. It'll be nice not to worry about having to jump in a trash can after them though.
On the plus side, I got my car back today. After a couple of days of driving the van, it's nice to have the batmobile back.
Jen posted a link to the following blog etiquette entry, and I think it's pretty appropriate, given current circumstances:
We heard that countless times last night, which shouldn't be too surprising since we were at a Kelly Clarkson concert. Mike got a ticket to it from a friend who'd gotten it free and didn't want it, so I bought a ticket too, and off we went. If I were going to make a list of shows I wanted to go to, Kelly Clarkson probably wouldn't be in the top 10, or even 20, but we had a blast. The rain had stopped about halfway through the day and had cooled things off to the point where I was actually shivering for most of the concert, and the ground hadn't dried completely yet, so it was a good thing we'd brought a couple of blankets. Rooney opened for her, and while they weren't bad, they weren't anything to write home about either. About half an hour after Rooney finished their set, Kelly took the stage and put on a surprisingly good show. She's a good performer - she has lots of energy and great stage presence, and her music is even more infectious live than it is on the radio. One of her guitarists in particular really helped set the mood of the show, IMO, and helped add an extra bit of contagion to the songs. She did some new stuff from her as-of-yet-unreleased album mixed in with some of her older stuff, and when the entire crowd started singing, it was pretty impressive. Obviously a lot of the people there identified with "Since U Been Gone" because, from what I could see, the only people not singing their hearts out to that song when she closed the concert with it were the straight guys. We stopped by one of the merchandise booths on our way out to get shirts (my goal is to get a shirt from every concert we go to, but we'll see how that plays out), and Mike was happy to see that there were three guy shirts for him to choose from.
Sadly, leaving the concert was not as enjoyable as the actual concert was. The parking lot was a total clusterfuck, and it took us at least 45 minutes to get out onto the road. Once there, it was just as frustrating with one-lane roads, poorly-routed traffic, and cops re-routing traffic in different directions when we were two cars away from getting into the lane we needed to be in. Mike was driving, so he had to deal with most of it, but the irritation infected me as well. It's not like this is the first concert they've ever had there; you'd think they'd have gotten a reliable exit system in place by now. We're going to Ozzfest there in a month, and I'm sure trying to leave the parking lot then will be even more aggravating.
I love the rain, but I really wish it would hold off until the weekend - not because I particularly want a rainy weekend (although that does sound nice - staying home all weekend, finally making that pizza dough recipe I've been talking about trying for the past month, cleaning and filing, reading Nancy Drews, and never getting out of my comfy jammie pants if I don't want too), but because it is a lot harder for me to get out of bed at 3:30 when I can hear the rain pattering outside. All I want to do is burrow deeper into the covers, squish my pillows against me, and go back to sleep, lulled by the sound of the rain against the roof and windows. Sadly this will not be happening until Saturday, at the earliest, if it's even still raining by then.
Could the painting be done? Are we finally through with the carousel of paint, lather, rinse, repeat that we've been on lately? I'm hoping so, because holy shit, my hands are dry. And my newish black sandals have paint spots on them. *whine*
I've been having some wicked heartburn this week, and I'm still trying to figure out why. I haven't really been doing anything different - my diet's pretty much the same, similar levels of activity, etc. - but I'm at the point where just eating a banana this morning made me miserable. Stupid acid.
We spent our 4th of July bouncing back and forth between Home Depot, Lowes, and the old house in an effort to get the walls touched up, and holy shit, what a mess that turned out to be. I'm thoroughly disgusted with Home Depot's paint matching, but if all goes well, we'll have the project wrapped up by the end of today. *knocks wood*
After we'd showered and recovered from painting, we took the bike to BW3 for dinner, and while we were eating, the wind picked up and the sky clouded over with the dark grey clouds that promise rain. Luckily it didn't start raining until after we'd gotten back and I'd taken the puppykins on a walk, because the rain was accompanied by a spectacular thunderstorm.
Cherries were on sale when I went to the grocery store yesterday, so I picked up a couple of bags. I brought some in to work with me today, and now my dilemma is how to dispose of the pits without looking like I'm spitting in the trashcan. I fear there is no ladylike way to do this.
I had to make a grocery run earlier today, and I got my least-favorite cashier at Giant. The last time I was in his lane, I was in line for 45 minutes and ended up being 5 minutes late to my niece's birthday dinner. While I didn't stand in line for anywhere near that long yesterday, I have decided that I will not go through his lane again unless he's the only cashier in the entire stores. He rang up the eggs first, then bagged them and put them in the bottom of the cart. Then he put all the rest of my groceries on top of the eggs. I used to work at a grocery store and I can tell you this much - 2 liters of sodas do not go on top of eggs! Bah.
Also on my rant list are half of the women at Costco. I cannot stand meandering through a store if I know what I need to get there, so when I run in to pick up the six things on my list and my progress is impeded by fat women waddling their way through the store with their carts taking up half of the aisle and their five children taking up the other half, I get a bit peeved. And when they can see that they're blocking the aisle and still don't move either the cart or their children, I get really pissed. How hard is it to leave some space so people can get by?
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Sweet. Radiogurl is working on a list of codes and I'm trying out some of them while I wait for my bath water to cool off a little bit. I am so easily amused.
