List three celebrities you’d like to knock upside the head:
1) Chloe Sevigny. The MOST smackable face in all of Hollywood – although I will admit that I’m continuing to watch Big Love, which means I can apparently get past the smackability factor.
2) Bill Paxton. The second most smackable face in all of Hollywood – seeing the scene in Twister where he yells “We’re going innnnnnnnnn!” makes me grind my teeth. Someone in Hollywood’s got a wicked sense of humor, putting Chloe Sevigny and Bill Paxton in the same show. See above about how I continue to watch it, though.
3) Brad Pitt/ Angelina Jolie/ Tom Cruise/ Katie Holmes. I’m SO FUCKING TIRED of seeing their faces on the covers of magazines. SO TIRED. So they’re having babies. BIG FUCKING WHOOP.
List three material possessions you’d hate to have to live without:
1) Books.
2) My digital camera.
3) BobPod. I wouldn’t be walking outside every day if I didn’t have podcasts to look forward to, and they just wouldn’t be the same without my cute little BobPod to play ’em for me.
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I forgot to mention that Fred and I went to the
Space and Rocket Center and watched a couple of Imax movies on Saturday. I’ve never seen an Imax movie before, and the first one we watched –
Fighter Pilot: Operation Red Flag – was really cool, even though it made me dizzy a few times in the beginning, because I really felt like I was on a plane, flying, and I had to close my eyes so I’d stop the dizziness.
(Side note: When Fred and I got home, I said “That lead instructor,
Rob Novotny, reminded me a lot of
James Patrick Stuart.”
Fred gave me A Look and shook his head, saying “I can’t believe you remembered his NAME.”
“Well,” I said. “They kept showing his name tag, and it was bigger than your head. Of COURSE I noticed it.”
Who wouldn’t remember the name of a cute, clean-cut military guy, fer godssakes? He was adorable, and he could probably come up with 20 ways to kill me using a ballpoint pen in ten seconds flat.
I find that SEK-SAY.)
In summation, Imax movies = very cool. Except for when they’re 20+ years old, like the second movie we saw,
Hail Columbia! I liked the first one much better; I recommend it.
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You Are a Peacemaker Soul
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You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.
War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.
You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.
Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.
While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.
You lose respect for people who don’t like to both give and take.
On the flip side, you’ve got a great sense of humor and wit.
You’re always diplomatic and able to give good advice.
Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul
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I gotta say, I think this one hit the spot. I will almost always bend over backwards to avoid a confrontation, and conflicts bother the shit out of me (unless, of course, it’s a conflict between two people I barely know, and then I find it FASCINATING). If it’s a conflict between me and someone else, it stresses me OUT. I like my life to be conflict-free, thank you.
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My parents are going to be here in a little less than three weeks. They were originally going to drive from Maine, but my father’s still not at 100% from having his gallbladder out – plus he’s started having MIGRAINES – and he found a coupon he could use for money off airline tickets, so they’re going to fly down. They’re arriving on the 20th, staying a few days, driving down to Tuscaloosa to meet with my father’s siblings and finish planning the big family reunion, then the reunion takes place on the 27th and then I guess there’s breakfast on the 28th, and then they’ll be back up here through the 3rd of June.
I’ve already decided to drag my mother to the
Unclaimed Baggage Center in Scottsboro, not that I guess there’ll be all that much dragging involved; I’m sure she’d be happy to check it out. Are you kidding? Shopping? She’s THERE.
Anyway, I really need to start cleaning the house, because it desperately needs it, and I do try to not give her an excuse to go home and bitch about what a pigstye I live in, but if I do a massive cleaning now, I’ll just have to do it again the two days before they get here, so what’s the point? I should just do NO cleaning between now and two days before they arrive, and then do it all in one fell swoop.
Hmm. Wonder if I could convince Fred to hire a professional cleaning service before the day they get here?
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Speaking of flying and vacations and such, I finally signed onto Expedia Friday night to start getting plane tickets for the spud, who, this summer, will be visiting her grandparents in California, her father and his wife in Rhode Island, and then my parents.
(You’re asking me, “What about her job?”, to which I respond that I told her she could talk to the manager and ask if she could have five weeks off, because she wants to spend time with her ailing grandfather (not my father, her paternal grandfather), and if they couldn’t give her five weeks off, she’d understand and give her two weeks notice. After all, all she’s working there for is to get experience, and she’ll have two full months of experience before she leaves, which will (I hope) help her get a job when she gets back. We’ll see. I don’t know, is it irresponsible of me to let her work a job for just a couple of months, then quit to travel? This is probably going to be the last year she’s going to be able to take so much time off in the summer, because next summer’s going to be the summer before she starts college, and she’s going to need to be working as much as she can. And it’s not like she’s planning on (I HOPE) making a career in the fast food industry. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.)
So anyway, I got her tickets to fly to California, then from there to Rhode Island, and then I looked to see what was available for when I wanted to go to Maine, and I opened another window, signed on to Expedia from that window, and tried to match up her return flight from Maine to Alabama with MY return flight from Maine to Alabama, only when I tried to match up our return flights, hers ended up costing more than $600. And I tried it six ways to Sunday, and just couldn’t figure out a way to make it work that didn’t cost an arm and a leg. We were pretty tied down to having her come back on a certain day, because she has to pick up her schedule and pay fees and all that happy crap for school.
Finally, I realized that – she being 17 – I could have her come back on Sunday, and then I could fly back on Monday. That way, I didn’t have to worry about matching up our return flights, I could get her the cheapest flight, and since I was staying an extra day, it actually cost me about $50 less.
I’m glad I got it figured out, but MAN what a pain in the ass.
I rue the day Independence Air went under.
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It cracks me up, how incensed Sugarbutt gets when Tommy gets the upper hand. Especially when Sugarbutt STARTED IT.
He swipes… he misses!
Tommy The Evil Hellbeast prepares to rip out Sugarbutt’s throat.
OH how they love the feather toy.
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Previously
2005: …and then she smacks the shit out of him, and he closes his eyes and smacks blindly at her, never ever ever landing a single smack on the portly Poo.
2004: No entry.
2003: It appears that the mother of Crunchy, Chewy, and Cheesy had a hard-core craving for the Crunchy Gordita during her pregnancies, and thus (possibly when she wasn’t smoking crack with one hand and downing the hard liquor with the other, one assumes) named her children after it.
2002: We sure are some dish-using motherfuckers around here.
2001: As if the little bastard had said “Oh, can’t poo on Mom’s newspaper, don’t want to get it all nasty!”
2000: (Every entry won’t be a laundry list of my day, I promise. This not-working thing is still new to me!)]]>
