Month: March 2005

The Bachelorette spoiler; skip to the next section if you haven’t seen the final show yet. Ugh. Man, what a travesty. I was no big fan of John Paul (I keep wanting to call him Jean-Paul) because something about his lips kinda creeped me out, but I did feel sorry for the little guy. But, what the hell? I mean, what the HELL can she possibly be thinking? Like that chick from the audience asked, what the hell is it going to take for Jen to find love? Okay, I know that this show has a stupid premise, because most people can’t meet someone, date him (at the most) once a week for six weeks and know for certain that they’re soulmates – I mean the fact that the couples from this show have such a poor track record should prove that it doesn’t really work. I wasn’t a big Jerry fan, either – I really liked Ryan and Ben the most, and I think Wendell would be fun to hang out with – but I sure didn’t like seeing him being DUMPED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION. For god’s sake, Jen seemed really convinced that he knew what she was going to say, but he looked a little shell-shocked to me. I mean, I think he was probably RELIEVED, but still taken by surprise. Why couldn’t she have just taken the ring and then broken up with him quietly later when they were alone? I understand that if there was no spark, there was no spark, but she used that excuse with a bunch of the other guys too, didn’t she? Maybe she’s just not trained to spot a spark when it happens. She’s spark-deficient! Jerry looked a lot better with the shorter hair, by the way. Oh, and the whole thing with Ryan’s family and his parents talking about Thailand constantly back when she met his family a few weeks ago? I don’t know if Jen was just trying to be funny, but her snarky “Let’s see, there’s Thailand, and Thailand, and, oh, Thailand!” comment made me want to scoop her eyeballs out with a fork and serve them to her with a nice chianti. She complained that they didn’t really make an effort to get to know her, but THE STREET RUNS BOTH WAYS, LADY!

* * * Hey, remember two years ago when I put up an assload of reader pet pictures? Well, I’m in the process of moving entries over to Movable Type (it’s going very slowly) and in the interest of saving space I’m deleting those pictures. I’ve already deleted the ones from March 2003, and tonight or tomorrow I’ll be deleting the ones from February. I just wanted to let y’all know, in case you were wondering where they went. * * * From my comments: AND! This is bugging the shit outta me! I run Windows 2000…WHY when I load your page, when it starts to load the right hand column, I get this error message: A Runtime Error has occurred. Do you wish to Debug? Line:1 Error: Syntax Error. I have NO clue. Does anyone else have this problem? Anyone know what might be causing it? Okay, here’s what I’ve never understood about nightgown wearers…doesn’t that thing ride up to your armpits whilst you sleep? I used to wear gowns as a child and I can remember waking up with a sweaty upper-body and cold legs. Now I sleep in an old tshirt and flannel boxers every night and I’m quite comfy. Don’t you get cold too? Wearing a gown around the house…the air just blows right on up through your legs! I do have to agree with you on sizing, you want pjs that are a few sizes too big…so comfy. I never have a problem with my nightgown riding up to my armpits… because I sleep nekkid! 🙂 I put the nightgown on every night around 9, when I’m getting ready for bed, then wear it ’til 11 or 12, when I toss it on the floor and go to sleep. I wear it for a little while in the morning if I have to do some chores before I go work out, and then I put it on for a few minutes after my shower. Most of the time that I’m wearing it I’m upstairs, and I don’t get cold because the second floor of our house is about ten degrees warmer than the first floor. I will occasionally wear something to sleep in – like when the spud and I were in Hawaii last year and I didn’t want her to see me nekkid and be blinded for life – but I never sleep as well as I do when I’m not wearing anything at all. Hey, on the catnip subject, have you ever tried giving them valerian? (You can get it at places that sell herbs.) It smells a little bit like socks, but man, do the cats ever love it. Even Lena, who turns her nose up at catnip, gets all stoned on that stuff. We do have a bottle of Valerian somewhere – or at least, we used to. We don’t use it much because it smells awful and all the cats like catnip, but every now and then we’ll get it out. It’s been a while, though – I’ll have to see if we still have it. Know what else gets some cats high? Lily bulbs! They’re poisonous to cats, so you can let them have direct access, but I put a lily bulb in a small plastic container last year, and Mister Boogers would get totally, completely looped. It was hysterical, but the other cats weren’t interested at ALL. * * * My lord, have you seen the latest Shania Twain video? I think the song is called “Don’t”. In the song, Shania is wearing a dress that showcases her breasts – she has spectacular breasts, by the way, in case you’ve never seen her. Anyway, at one point in the video she’s wearing her breast-showcasing dress and is on a horse, and the horse is at a full trot or gallop or whatever (I don’t know what you’d call it) and Shania’s breasts are bouncing so hard that it makes my own breasts ache. Bouncing like that just can’t be a good thing. * * * I’ve taken to occasionally drinking a cup of peppermint tea lately – I think I heard about it over at The Fat Diaries, and it sounded kind of good, so I thought I’d give it a try. I bought a box and it sat in the pantry for a few months, and then finally I decided to see if it was as good as it sounded. With a lot of Splenda, it tastes exactly like one of those red-and-white peppermint candies, so on days (like today!) when I’m freezing, I brew up a nice, warm cup of tea and drink it. The other day I thought for sure that my breath must smell really good, so I said to Fred “Hey, does my breath smell all minty?”, and blew a breath into his face. He sniffed, thought for a moment, sniffed again, and said “It kind of smells like pot.” Oh. * * * “Yes, I’m laying in the bed that Miz Poo has claimed as her own. She wasn’t here, so I’m laying in it. And I ain’t moving. She can smack and hiss at me all she wants, but I’m not going ANYWHERE.” (And he didn’t. You can imagine how pissed off Miz Poo was, and she hissed and smacked at him, and he just gave her this look and refused to move.) * * *]]>

new logo! This one was created by the lovely and talented Ann. The look on the Booger’s face just cracks me up. Thanks, Ann!

* * * March 1st, and it’s friggin’ FLURRYING outside. Ugh. Also, with the wind chill factor it feels like it’s 20 degrees out there. Double ugh. * * * My parents finally called from Hawaii over the weekend. With the time difference between here and there, they’d forget to call until it was the middle of the night for us, so it’s been a few weeks since I talked to my mother. She seems to be having a good time, what with the warm weather and the beach. They’re in a different hotel this time, this one overlooking a marina. She said, at one point, “You know, it’s not too late for you to make plans to come over!”, and let me tell you – I was tempted in a big way, because like I said, I’ve forgotten the head-to-toe rash and the urge to kill my mother from last year. But finally I had to say “Yeah, it is too late – the only time we could come over would be during Spring Break and that’s only a few weeks away.” Which is when she said “Well, we’ll just have to not let your father retire, so he can come again next year!” and then she said “And he looks like he agrees with that!” Heh. Then she told me that he might be going to Virginia Beach in the fall for three months (for work, this is), and I said “That’s so close that we might have to drive up and visit him while he’s there!” Of course, a check of Mapquest tells me that it’s a 12 or 13 hour drive, but hey – I was willing to drive to Myrtle Beach last Fall, I’m sure I can handle the couple extra hours to Virgina Beach. Besides, I’ve never been to Virginia Beach, I’d love to check it out. * * * Great big thanks to reader Debbie, who sent me Wil Wheaton‘s book Just a Geek from my wish list. Y’all know I just love getting surprises in the mail, and I totally wasn’t expecting this, so yesterday was an awesome mail day for me. I’m looking forward to reading the book – I read and very much enjoyed Dancing Barefoot a few months ago. So, thank you, Debbie! You rock! * * * Speaking of books, I managed to make my book-a-day-in-February quota with an extra book, even. Go, me! I’ll be glad to get back to my regular reading schedule, though, where I don’t have to make sure to get a book read every day. That was stressful! Maybe for my next goal, I’ll go through all the books I have, and make a pile of the ones that I’ve had for several years, and get those read! * * * Fred has noticed something that happens quite often on 24, and it always makes us laugh. There’ll be a room full of people, and some guy will walk up to Jack and say “Damn it, Jack, I need to know the truth! What the hell is going on?”, and Jack will glance around at the other people in the room, then he’ll grab the guy by the arm and pull him away from the crowd to tell him what’s going on. Except that instead of pulling the guy AWAY from the crowd, Jack will pull the guy like TWO FEET from where they were, with the crowd of people still around them, and tell him what’s going on. He never pulls the guy out into the hallway or into another room; no, he just thinks that pulling the guy two feet from where they were somehow puts a magic bubble around them, and doesn’t seem to know that the people who were there, crowded around, are STILL RIGHT THERE, probably eavesdropping on the conversation. I think I could totally write a scene for 24: Tony: Jack, what the hell is going on? I need to know the truth! Jack: (glances around, pulls Tony two feet from where he was standing) Tony, I can’t tell you what’s going on right now. I’m asking you to trust me!(Jack’s always asking people to trust him.) Tony: Yeah, sure. Jack: Okay, fine. THE END. I’ll just sitting over here waiting for my Emmy, thanks. * * * So, I needed to get a new lamp for the computer room. I did a lot of looking around, and then decided I’d found the perfect lamp. When I was ordering it (online, at BedBathandBeyond.com), I needed to choose a lampshade. I didn’t want a plain old white one, so I opted for the faux leather lampshade. It arrived last night, and I put the lamp together, and… well… does the lampshade look like it’s made out of human skin to anyone else? It’s kind of ugly, but it’s going to be so much easier to dust than the lampshades on the other lamps in the house. And that’s always a plus! * * * I was talking to Liz last night, and she said “What’s the phrase they used on that episode of Seinfeld? Sweet Moses? Something like that?” “Sweet fancy Moses!” I said. “Yeah, that’s it!” she said, and went on to tell me that someone she works with is a Seinfeld fan, too. But I tuned her out for a moment because you know what? sweetfancymoses.com would be an excellent domain name. (PS: Both Jerry and George said “Sweet fancy Moses!” regarding Elaine’s dancing. In case you were wondering.) * * * Also, a couple of you asked about my nightgown, so I took a picture of it. I know, it’s ugly. And it’s about two sizes too big for me, but it is SO freakin’ comfortable that I’m having a hard time getting rid of it. I got it years ago from the Lane Bryant or Roaman’s catalog and I’ve worn it nearly every night since then. I’m actually surprised it’s not in worse shape! * * * I think someone’s been sniffing the catnip again… ]]>