Sunday, February 13, 2005

late at night

Happy Valentine’s Day - A TV Kind O’ Love

I didn’t buy you anything pretty.  I didn’t buy you any chocolate.  Or a card.  If you’d like, picture one of those jewelry commercials, with our pets lined up on the stairs eavesdropping on us.  You can hear them saying to each other, “Look Nancy-Mom is kneeling on the floor.  I think she’s going to give Lammie something sparkly and pretty, in a little box.  Oh wait, she’s just bending over picking up the TV Guide she dropped.  Uh oh, she can’t get up.  Aw, man, birds - go back to your cages.  Dogs - to your respective corners of the house.  Yes, Dante, you too.  Cats, back to shedding and sleeping in the bonus room.  Nancy-Mom ruined the whole fake glory of Valentine’s Day.  What a bitch, man.”

Um, so I’m not getting you jewelry to prove my love.  I’m getting up in the wee hours of the morning to take our newly adopted cat to the vet for an MRI and perhaps liver biopsy.  Then, I’m taking you Starbucks for a Chantico.  Then, I’ll be changing bird waters and giving Phoenix her pills, and possibly even wiping Cricket’s butt.

Money would certainly make things easier, but nothing could make things better than they already are.  Negative, my ass.    Even though I didn’t buy you anything (although I did sell my hair…), that doesn’t mean we don’t have a tv kind o’ love.  It just means we don’t have a tv kind o’ bank account…yet.  You’re a great girlie, but more importantly, my best friend. (sniff, sniff)

Saturday, February 12, 2005

evening

Okay, Since When Is 40 A Senior Citizen?

I’m not sure whether to feel awful that Sunset magazine thinks I’m a senior citizen at the ripe old age of 40, or to be grateful for the terrific price.  I like the little smiley face they gave me to indicate that I wanted to take advantage of their offer for really old people. 

On the bright side, I got a couple of checks yesterday too, which always makes me happy.  Although, the LinkShare check for “ten-hundred zero” freaks me out a little.  I’m glad the numbers on the check are correct because while ten hundred zeroes is a lot of zeroes, it isn’t really any money.

Today was fun.  I had lunch with two of my brothers, my sister-in-law and my brother’s friend Irving.  We talked about ghosts, psychic healing, matzo ball soup, Burning Man, strip clubs, death, drugs, palm reading, and acupuncture.  I’m not used to being out so long (8 hours) because the dogs only have six hour bladders.  But it took us too long to get ready and Leigh-Ann had to stay home.  She got to force feed poor sick Chelsea (the cat we’ve had for five weeks stopped eating and has a hepatic liver (?)), take the dogs out and play with the saws outside.  At least I brought her Samurai Sam’s and a peppermint mocha to make up for it all.  Besides, she could probably occasionally use a break from me.

Man, my writing is suffering with my lack of sleep.  My apologies for the disjointed thoughts and poor sentence structure.

Friday, February 11, 2005

evening

The House, It Was Appraised

Holy moly, when I say appraised, I mean appraised.  Every inch of the place.  Had I known, I would’ve sucked up a few more dust bunnies, instead of just trying to make the place presentable.  But no, the guy went into our CLOSET.  The closet, where you should be able to hide things.  The good news is that it’s over and hopefully the refinancing shall commence in a quick and easy fashion.  Then, new businesses, new ideas and bill paying shall commence.  I don’t even feel like blowing any of the money on anything silly.  Sure, one more Wranglers game, but that’s only because we want to take my parents and give them a better view than the last game.  When you have good seats, it makes even the lesser games good.  When you can see faces smashed into the glass right there in front of you, that’s some good fun.  I slept all of maybe 2-3 hours last night, so I’m sorry that I can’t even approach entertaining tonight.  We need to get up semi-early tomorrow morning to meet my brothers (one is here for a chiropractic seminar) for lunch on the Strip.  I’m so very very seepy…

terribly early in the morning

This is a test of the emergency post-in-the-future system

It is now the year 2005, the Rooster. 

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

the wee hours

I Confess, I Love Fonts

Fonts made up with little pictures, stark fonts, rounded fonts, weird fonts, olde fonts, I love them all.  If I had lots of money, I would have every fancy font available…and then, I’d have someone make me my own Flippy font.  They’re all the art I’m incapable of, wrapped up in a cute little package.  I salute you, font designers.  You’re my heroes.

I’ve been neglectful of you, dear Internet.  I know you haven’t missed me much, but I take it with a grain of salt.  I know we’re just in the ‘seeing each other from across the room’ phase.  I shouldn’t expect anything of you, other than a passing thought, a brief hello, some spam, et al.  So, we’re good, right?