Friday, March 18, 2005

mid-morning

Unless You’re Delivering Something We Ordered Or Will Like

Then this new doormat of ours is meant for you unexpected visitors.  Everyone else knows to call. You can get your very own at Cost Plus.  They have all kinds of tasty candy there too, so browse, enjoy yourselves.

mid-morning

I Ate a Whole Bowl of Jelly Bellys In Only Two Sittings

They were “fruit bowl” flavored and very very good.  At first, I was totally horrified at what I’d done, but then I looked at the serving size.  About 35 pieces per serving, 5 servings in the bag.  I so got it to last at least four servings, so I consider that an accomplishment.  Hey, I was PMSing and now I’m MSing, so I deserve whatever the hell I want.  Besides, it’s day 5000 of the cold that will never die.  I’m still stuffy and I still have a cough and I’m still goddamned tired.  When will this crap end, man?  I don’t know, but I’m thinking a nap in my very very near future is going to fill me with good virus killing ideas.  Okay, here I come...zzzzz.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

early evening

It’s Book Review Catchup Time

Since I’ve been sick, I’ve only wanted to read, not write about the books I’ve read.  So now I have three books to review.  Well, I’m gonna make this quick.

Stiff:  The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach—I loved this book.  Fascinating information about what happens to your body if you donate it to science - plastic surgery, medical experiments, FBI experiments, cadaver use in school, etc.  The great part about it is Mary Roach’s sense of humor about everything.  And, if someone could freeze-dry me and then plant me, I’d be pretty happy.  I don’t want to rot away in a coffin.  Give away all the good organs, then freeze-dry me up, baby.

Skipping Towards Gomorrah by Dan Savage—At first, I thought it was a bunch of stretched out info from one of his fabulous columns, but he started to hit his stride in Chapter 2 and became the snarky Dan Savage I know and love.  I loved this book, as I’ve loved all Dan Savage books.  You know exactly what you’re getting from him - humor, snark, left-wing politics, gay politics, with a dash of smoking pot before scarfing down huge Claim Jumper meals.

The Rest of the Iceberg:  An Insider’s View on the World of Sport and Celebrity” by Robert Smith - I thought this would be really interesting after getting into fantasy football this year and then seeing Robert Smith, formerly of the Minnesota Vikings on The Daily Show.  He seem cute and bright.  And why wouldn’t he write an interesting book?  Why wouldn’t he, indeed.  I know it’s an accomplishment to write your book yourself, but this book could’ve used a ghostwriter.  Some of the views into sudden sports celebrity were interesting, but they only accounted for a few pages of the book.  Mostly, it was about his injuries and his short-lived NFL career.  While the story was moderately interesting, the writing was pretty poor.  It wasn’t a total waste of time, but I wouldn’t rush out to read it.  If it’s sitting on your bookshelf, taunting you, then give it a try.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

evening

Knee Surgery…Again?

I’m so sad.  Last night Cricket twisted her knee.  We thought with some rest and a little Rimadyl, she might be as good as new in the morning.  Alas, no.  So, off to the vet we went...again.  As if Chelsea’s feeding tube drama hadn’t taken enough out of us.  Not to mention, Cricket’s bi-lateral knee surgery last January.  Haven’t we all been through enough?  Anyway, Cricket will be having another knee surgery in the next couple of weeks.  I feel so badly for her.  She’s the only one of our four dogs who absolutely loves to run.  She’ll run after motorcycle sounds in the yard, she’ll run from window to window in the bedroom, barking at the beagles next door.  She’ll run to see the cats at the doorway.  She’ll run to the doorway and yap her head off when someone comes to the door.  Let that be a lesson to you, if you come to our door, you may lose all ability to hear.

So, surgery will be soon.  That means supposedly putting her in a crate where she can’t move too much.  The thing is, if she was in a crate, she’d be so frantic that she’d move even more, ramming her legs against the crate.  What we’ll do is keep her in the master bedroom, carry her up/down the stairs, so she can pee & poop and get some fresh air.  This will be for weeks, if not months.  Also, she’ll have lots of checkups at the vet - she hates going in the car, so she therefore hates going to the vet.  She shakes and whines in the car.  It’s a relief that the vet is only about five miles away.

Poor puppy is going to look like this again.

It should only be one knee this time.  I hope they find something sturdy for strapping everything all together.  We don’t want this to be a yearly occurrence.  That picture is so sad, I think I need to post another, cheerier one.

Monday, March 14, 2005

early evening

The Cold - Day 12

You know what, Internet, I’m finally starting to feel better.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel—I hope it isn’t a virus train.  But, seriously, I think in a couple of days, I’ll almost be good as new.  That’s not saying overly much, but I’d like to see the coughing stop wracking my body when I get up in the morning.  That would be nice.  I’d like to feel enough energy to actually do something each day, instead of ambling about reading other people’s blogs, news stories and going to hockey games when I’m not feeling well.  Although, go-go dancers...keep that in mind.  They were enjoyable.

The Catholic Republican judge appointed by a Republican Callifornia Governor seems to think that we fine gay folks should be able to get married.  I happen to agree with him.  I’m nice.  Leigh-Ann is nice.  We’re nice together.  Our pets are nice.  We’re nice to our neighbors, friends and family members.  Surely it would be okay if we got married.  I mean, it’s not like we’re inviting anyone...and we already wear the rings.  Nothing would change, except the legal definition of our lives.  Oh, and Leigh-Ann would get half the house if lost my mind and left her.  Of course, she’d get that anyway, but then she could SUE me for it.  Coooool.

Today we finally got our sandblasting cabinet.  It’s, um, BIG.  We still can’t make anything with it because we need a humungous air compressor that costs $500 and runs on voltage we don’t have yet.  So, don’t expect any fine pieces of art out of us for a bit.  We did get to fondle the armholes and feel the grit.  Wow, it’s like it’s really ours, after almost two weeks and 5k+.  I can’t wait to play with it, as soon as I’m not afraid I’m going to break it.

Gah, I’m tired.  I think I’ll go to bed soon.  I’m still not up to blogging in any entertaining way these days.  But by the end of the week, I’ll have the idiot of the day back for sure.