Thursday, December 23, 2004

So Paul the Demonic Property Manager showed up at my door just now. He was asking for past due rent, right? This was to be expected. The snickerful part of it is that he's telling me I owe $200 less than I actually owe. *giggle* KEEN!

So guess what I got today?! Time off work! Wooohooo! I got to work, started to feel really quite icky, found someone there who was actually willing to cover me, and I went home early. WOW! I didn't know that could actually occur! So now I still feel pretty smarmy, but a little less than before.

Before I left work this morning I gave Lito his final gift and revealed my secret Santa-ness to him. GUESS WHAT?!?!?!?! He was mine, too!!! CRAAAAAZY, huh?

Merry Christmas everyone!

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

"I seem to be drooling and I don't know why..."

I went out with Gotti last night, that was one of his usual bits of charm. We had fun, went to Coddingtown, Cost Plus (OHHHH I LOVE THAT STORE!!!!), Target, and I think that's it. It was keen, we entertained ourselves. We were having a delightful conversation on sweatshops and the pro's of operating one of our very own while waiting in one of many, many lines. I thought everyone around us was pretty well disgusted but when we finally got up to the counter the woman was like "well you two are having too much fun!" Crazy, I wonder if she has a sweatshop running in her basement? At any rate, it was all pretty damn cool.

So today is my only day off before Christmas. I need to bake all the cookie dough I made the other day and make some lemon bars, too. And I need to get it all done by like noon. Then it's off to the vet for Winston's meds, then off to Tia Marisol's to pivk the old boy up, then off to Mom and Dad's for free laundry. *Whew* But instead of baking like I need to be, I'm sitting here fooling around and mourning the loss of my comp speakers that Lewis felt obliged to chew through the cord of. Nice. He's lucky he isn't slippers by now. But then, day ain't over yet. This now means that the only music I have in my house is from my hello kitty radio that only receives KSRO well enough to endure. Niiiice.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Got an AK-47, well you know it makes me feel alright Got an Uzi by my pillow, helps me sleep a little better at night There's no feeling any greater Than to shoot first and ask questions later Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day Well, you can't take my guns away, I got a constitutional right Yeah, I gotta be ready if the Commies attack us tonight I'll blow their brains out with my Smith and Wesson That ought to teach them all a darn good lesson Now I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away Oh, I accidently shot daddy last night in the den I mistook him in the dark for a drug-crazed Nazi again Now why'd you have to get so mad It was just a lousy flesh wound, Dad You know, I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day Oh, I still haven't figured out the safety on my rifle yet Little Fluffy took a round, better take him to the vet I filled that kitty cat so full of lead We'll have to use him for a pencil instead Well, I'm so trigger happy, trigger happy every day (Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away Come on and grab your ammo What have you got to lose We'll all get liquored up And shoot at anything that moves Got a brand new semi-automatic weapon with a laser sight Oh, I'm prayin' somebody tries to break in here tonight I always keep a Magnum in my trunk You better ask yourself, do you feel lucky, punk Because I'm trigger happy, trigger happy every day (Oh yeah, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh baby, I'm) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy (Oh I'm so) trigger, trigger happy Yes I'm trigger, trigger happy Better watch out, punk, or I'm gonna have to blow you away

Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming After working all year down at Big Roy's Eating And Plumbing So one night when my family the I were gathered 'round the dinner table I said, 'Kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world, now Where'd you like to go ta' They said, 'Dad, we wanna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota' They picked the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota So the very next day we loaded up the car With potato skins and pickled weiners, Crossword puzzles, Spider-Man comics, and mama's home made rhubarb pie Pulled out of the driveway and the neighbors, they all waved good-bye And so began our three day journey We picked up a guy holding a sign that said 'twine ball or bust' He smelled real bad and he said his name was Bernie I put in a Slim Whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down, yelling 'Are we there yet' And all of us were joined together in one common thought As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our '53 DeSoto We're gonna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota We're headin' for the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, we couldn't wait to get there So we drove straight through for three whole days and nights Of course, we stopped for more pickled weiners now and thenThe scenery was just so pretty, boy I wish the kids could've seen it But you can't see out of the side of the car Because the windows are completely covered With the decals of all the places where we've already been There's Elvis-O-Rama, the Tupperware Museum, The Boll Weevil Monument, and Cranberry World, The Shuffleboard Hall Of Fame, Poodle Dog Rock, And The Mecca of Albino Squirrels We've been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums, And a place where you can drive through the middle of a tree We've seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches, But there's still one thing we gotta see Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39 And we saw a sign that said 'Twine Ball exit - 50 miles' Oh, the kids were so happy they started singing '99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall' for the 27th time that day So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station Got a few more pickled weiners and a diet chocolate soda On our way to see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota We're gonna see the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Finally, at 7:37 early Wednesday evening as the sun was setting in the Minnesota sky Out in the distance, on the horizon, it appeared to me like a vision before my unbelieving eye I parked the car and walked with awe-filled reverence towards that glorius huge majestic sphere I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer imensity, I had to pop myself a beer Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays, in a little shrine under a make-shift pagoda, There sits the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I tell you, it's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing Oh, windin' up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress Why did he build it, how did he do, it was anybody's guess Where did he get the twine, what was goin' through his mind Did it just seem like a good idea at the time Well, we walked up beside it and I warned the kids' Now, you better not touch it, those ropes are there for a reason' I said, 'Maybe if you're good, I'll tie it to the back of our car and we can take it home', but I was only teasin' Then we went to the gift shop and stood in line Bought a souvineer miniature ball of twine, some window decals, and anything else they'd sell us And we bought a couple post cards, 'Greetings from the twine ball,wish you were here' Won't the folks back home be jealous I gave our camera to Bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered 'round and said, 'Cheese' Then Bernie ran away with my brand new Insti-Matic, but at least we got our memories Then we all just stared at the ball for a while and my eyes got moist, but I said with a smile, 'Kids, this here's what America's all about' Then I started feelin' kinda gooey inside and I fell on my knees and I cried and cried nd that's when those security guards threw us out You know, I bet if we unravelled that sucker, It'd roll all the way down to Fargo, North Dakota' Cause it's the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I'm talkin' 'bout the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Well, we stayed that night at the Twine Ball Inn In the morning we were on our way home again But we really didn't want to leave, that was perfectly clear I said, 'Folks, I can tell you're all sad to go' Then I winked my eye and I said, 'You know, I got a funny kind of feelin' we'll be comin' back again next year'' Cause I've been all around this great big world And I can't think of anywhere else I'd rather go to Than the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota I said the biggest ball of twine in Minnesota Minnesota Minnesota Minnesota

You know what? Jingle Cats and the Barking Dogs RULE! Absolute greatest pieces of music EVER. Chopin and Tchaikovsky have NOTHING on them. ROFL I'm listening to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. It's FABULOUS! Exquisite. Music like this gives me hope for humanity. Or animals. Whatever.

keen links

What's wrong with me? I go from listening to Macy Gray and buying a book called The Bad Girls' Guide to the Open Road to Marilyn Manson and blogging. Weird. Macy Gray then Marilyn Manson. Yipes. Anywho, I just found some ducky sites...observe:

www.roadtripamerica.com Smaaaaaashing....Much better than www.roadtripusa.com, says I. It even has a cool gas expense calculator and a feature that tells you the cheapest gas stations on your route. WOW!

www.meganslaw.ca.gov Disturbing. But good to know, nonetheless. Why are these people out? How ironic is it that these people have done horrific, disgusting things, forever stealing the freedom of innocents, and yet they go on to enjoy freedom in my neighborhood, 23 of them within two miles of me, actually. How about yours?

Capri Stretch Pants and Ricky Ricardo Laughs

Why do people feel like capri stretch pants are a good idea? Unless you're at the gym and less than morbidly obese, they are not. Am I alone here?

Have you ever heard a man laugh like Ricky Ricardo? Inadvertently, I mean. It's bad enough when it's intentional, I suppose. Are these men aware that they do, in fact, laugh like the Cuban legend Desi Arnaz? I don't think so. I am assuming that if they were aware, they'd try to alter their laugh, or perhaps even just lower the volume a hair. Is it even possible to alter one's spontanteous laughter? Maybe not, but I can manage a smashing Woody Woodpecker laugh when I want to. So if I can laugh like Woody Woodpecker, why can't these jerks laugh like someone other than Ricky? I was waiting for Jill yesterday at Peet's and my cynical reverie about the Stupid Old Parking Man at Barnes was interrupted by the piercing peals of Ricky-esque laughter from some slob paying for his coffee. They echoed throughout the otherwise civil din of the coffee shop. Kirt Vonnegut said in Cat's Cradle that "Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists, unless laughter can be said to remedy anything." But what if it's the laughter I require a remedy from?

Friday, December 10, 2004

Christmas

*Sigh* So Christmas is coming and I'm missing the Christmases (that can't be spelled right...) of my youth. Remember when you were a kid you'd look forward to Christmas alllllllll year, from December 26th on? So by the time December 1st rolled 'round you were nearly rabid with excitement? See, Christmas never sneaks up on a child. Ever. And do kids worry about paying rent, let alone buying gifts for everyone? Hell no. Do they even worry about what to get people? Not a chance. Kids go to school, make Santas with cotton ball beards and call it done. For me, Christmas used to be happy, exciting, and generally warm and squishy. Now it is stressful, aggravating, and frankly depressing. Grr. Welcome to adulthood, ladies and gentlemen, please extinguish all inner joy and peace before entering the void.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

blahhh

So Lewis, who isn't entirely sure he is going to eat the new cat food I bought for him and Lambie-kins is sitting and eating dog food. No accounting for taste, huh?

I had Winston stay with me last night, which explains the dog food. He had a seizure in the middle of the night. Ack, it totally traumatized me. God, if he were a person it wouldn't have phased me. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't have been thrilled, but it wouldn't freak me out like it does with an animal. I know, I know, I'm a sociopath. Ehh, what are you gonna do?

music: Jingle Cats and Dogs-Jingle Bells, Dean Martin-Mambo Italiano

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

I think I want to turn Lewis into a pair of slippers. Lately he seems to enjoy chewing on my comp's cords. I'll try to swat him away and he looks at me like "what the hell do you want?!"
Little punk.

Life's okayish...same crap different day. When I have more energy and less headache I'll write about the comedian at the company Christmas party. Wow. It was painful, so help me God.

Friday, December 03, 2004

*sighh* I'm all mellow and a hair tired. But not too terribly bad, all in all. I've had a crazy couple days at work, weird weird weird. It seems I'll be back on nights, come Janvier. Cool. I guess. I know, I know. This is all I've been bitching and crying about for months. And don't get me wrong, I'll be THRILLED to the core with my hours. But I don't want to leave my little friends, Vaishali, Edwin, Dee, Toni, Johnny, etc. etc. They're so FABULOUS! And you know what? Terry Bear was right. They really DO work harder on days. I've become an ever so much better tech on days. The pace is soooooooo much easier on nights. Wonder if I'll be bored. *giggle* Oh suuuuuuuuuuuuure I will. Now I must admit, I am getting ahead of myself. Gabrielle said that I could switch with Jay if he wanted to. Today he asked me if I would. I said yes. Does this mean it'll happen? He-he-he-hellllllllllll no! Egads, I won't believe it 'til I see it on papel.

The other day I was noticeably aggravated (shock!) about something or other and one of the patients said the nicest thing. She said "I really appreciate you being here. You care for all of us, you keep us alive, and you make our lives better. When you look back on this, you will know you did something good here." CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE?!?!? She's too sweet, I swear, she must've gotten those lines from a movie. Awwww.. Totally made my day. Hell, it made my week.

Okay, this is scary, I'm listening to...ugh...Guns 'n Roses. (insert awkward pause here) And ENJOYING IT! ACK! It's okay, I didn't have any dignity before, why should I now? It all started with a downloaded version of Bohemian Rhapsody sung by Elton and Axl (or is it Axel? I dunno. I think it's Axl. Righhhht....) and whatever is left of Queen. It is a damned fine piece of music, it might even be considered better than Weird Al Yankovic's version, Bohemian Polka, but I'm not going to say for certain. Anywho, it reminded me of how I used to adore a certain few songs from Guns n' Roses in my eleventeeny years. Whatever, it was the early nineties, okay?! So I am downloading a few, and damn-o! They're faboo!

Alright, this part of my message if for someone who very likely no longer reads my blog and perhaps never did...but hey! It's worth a go. Stacy!!! I lent you my Clue video. Be an angel pie and email me, yes? Danke...

Who would like to wager if my friend will email me? Ten bucks says no. *snicker* I'll write you a check. *wink*