Note to self:
A high of 60 degrees does not equal an all day temperature of 60 degrees. Why didn't you bring a jacket with you, you dummy?
Friday, February 04, 2005
A night with the girls
I had some of my buddies from the office over the other night. In case I haven't mentioned him before, my dog Arrow, gets a littl hyper when we have company.
In trying to pacify him, I was making him go through his routine of tricks, the latest being balancing on his hind legs with a biscuit perched on the end of his nose. He's supposed to hold that stance until I say "OK" at which point he whips his face around in a motion I've never been able to catch without the aid of slow motion, and catches the biscuit in hi mouth.
He did it. Beautifully. Except for the catching the biscuit part.
It broke in half and a piece flew back into my friend's face.
Yes...I wanted to die.
I had some of my buddies from the office over the other night. In case I haven't mentioned him before, my dog Arrow, gets a littl hyper when we have company.
In trying to pacify him, I was making him go through his routine of tricks, the latest being balancing on his hind legs with a biscuit perched on the end of his nose. He's supposed to hold that stance until I say "OK" at which point he whips his face around in a motion I've never been able to catch without the aid of slow motion, and catches the biscuit in hi mouth.
He did it. Beautifully. Except for the catching the biscuit part.
It broke in half and a piece flew back into my friend's face.
Yes...I wanted to die.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Mine all mine
I haven't really been enjoying my time alone while Andy's out of town. Oh don't get me wrong. Some things are nice. Like only doing half the laundry and keeping things tidy is a whole lot easier with just one person and a dog in the house. But for the most part I gotta say that it sucks.
Tonight, however, I'm ordering pizza. I started to put in our standard order and was just about to hit send (can I just mention how much I LOVE online pizza ordering?) when it hit me. Wait a dang minute! I don't WANT sausage and black olive pizza. I want...Hawaiian.
Now Andy will tell you that Hawaiian pizza is the most vile thing on the planet, that it's just not natural to have pineapple on pizza.
But you know what? He ain't here!
I haven't really been enjoying my time alone while Andy's out of town. Oh don't get me wrong. Some things are nice. Like only doing half the laundry and keeping things tidy is a whole lot easier with just one person and a dog in the house. But for the most part I gotta say that it sucks.
Tonight, however, I'm ordering pizza. I started to put in our standard order and was just about to hit send (can I just mention how much I LOVE online pizza ordering?) when it hit me. Wait a dang minute! I don't WANT sausage and black olive pizza. I want...Hawaiian.
Now Andy will tell you that Hawaiian pizza is the most vile thing on the planet, that it's just not natural to have pineapple on pizza.
But you know what? He ain't here!
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Milky Ways gots Marshmallows
I was at the store last night and saw a bag of those Popables. In Milky Way Dark. Only my all time favorite. So I bought it and brought it to my happy home. This morning I opened the bag to bring a handful along with lunch. Then I tried to reseal it. It had one of those ridiculous pieces of tape that's supposed to hold the bag rolled closed.
That doesn't work.
I didn't want my candy to get stale, so I did some quick thinking and poured the rest into the smallest Foodsaver container I had and hooked up the hose to vacuum it tight.
I forgot about the nougat. If you don't know what marshmallow does in a vacuum, shame on you! Watch your Mr. Wizard people!
My little Dark chocolate Milky Way balls puffed up and cracked through the outer layer of chocolate. It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.
I was at the store last night and saw a bag of those Popables. In Milky Way Dark. Only my all time favorite. So I bought it and brought it to my happy home. This morning I opened the bag to bring a handful along with lunch. Then I tried to reseal it. It had one of those ridiculous pieces of tape that's supposed to hold the bag rolled closed.
That doesn't work.
I didn't want my candy to get stale, so I did some quick thinking and poured the rest into the smallest Foodsaver container I had and hooked up the hose to vacuum it tight.
I forgot about the nougat. If you don't know what marshmallow does in a vacuum, shame on you! Watch your Mr. Wizard people!
My little Dark chocolate Milky Way balls puffed up and cracked through the outer layer of chocolate. It was about the funniest thing I've ever seen.
Saturday, January 22, 2005
God listens, even long distance
For those that don't live in Maryland (and for those that do and haven't looked outside), we've gotten some snow. About 6 inches of it. Andy's a little upset since he's out of town for our first real sign of winter this year. I was a little upset about having to shovel the driveway myself.
About 30 minutes ago an enterprising youth from the neighborhood just asked if he could shovel my walk. For "I dunno, $5?"
Figuring that would be at least a pathway to the street and one less strip to shovel I said sure! I looked out 10 minutes later figuring he should be about done and I didn't see him. Hoping he hadn't taken off without his money I looked out the door. He was shovelling the entire driveway.
I gave him $10 since it was all I had in my wallet, believe me I would've given him a $20 if I'd had it, I was so grateful.
Sweetie, I know you're praying for me to be looked after while you're gone just like I'm praying for you. I'd say it's definitely working.
For those that don't live in Maryland (and for those that do and haven't looked outside), we've gotten some snow. About 6 inches of it. Andy's a little upset since he's out of town for our first real sign of winter this year. I was a little upset about having to shovel the driveway myself.
About 30 minutes ago an enterprising youth from the neighborhood just asked if he could shovel my walk. For "I dunno, $5?"
Figuring that would be at least a pathway to the street and one less strip to shovel I said sure! I looked out 10 minutes later figuring he should be about done and I didn't see him. Hoping he hadn't taken off without his money I looked out the door. He was shovelling the entire driveway.
I gave him $10 since it was all I had in my wallet, believe me I would've given him a $20 if I'd had it, I was so grateful.
Sweetie, I know you're praying for me to be looked after while you're gone just like I'm praying for you. I'd say it's definitely working.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Gone (apologies in advance for this being so localized a topic)
WHFS is gone. Gone, gone, gone. It is now a spanish radio station. Don't believe me?
Look
The Junkies were on as normal yesterday morning. On the drive home I turned on the radio and....spanish. I thought it was a joke. Until I flipped around and landed on 98 Rock, posers that they are, were celebrating the death of 99.1
14 years of listening down the tubes. I refuse to listen to DC101. I HATE DC101. Stupid Elliott and his stupid fake laugh. I never forgave Acquaman for his conversion.
They did a story on it in the Post this morning. Front page. While I too am upset, I don't think it warranted front page coverage. And they had a quote in the article from a former DJ. Guess who. That's right, Damian. Of all the people to pick.
Fingers crossed that the Junkies will make a return to JFK.
Where am I going to find good music now? I may just have to grow up!
WHFS is gone. Gone, gone, gone. It is now a spanish radio station. Don't believe me?
Look
The Junkies were on as normal yesterday morning. On the drive home I turned on the radio and....spanish. I thought it was a joke. Until I flipped around and landed on 98 Rock, posers that they are, were celebrating the death of 99.1
14 years of listening down the tubes. I refuse to listen to DC101. I HATE DC101. Stupid Elliott and his stupid fake laugh. I never forgave Acquaman for his conversion.
They did a story on it in the Post this morning. Front page. While I too am upset, I don't think it warranted front page coverage. And they had a quote in the article from a former DJ. Guess who. That's right, Damian. Of all the people to pick.
Fingers crossed that the Junkies will make a return to JFK.
Where am I going to find good music now? I may just have to grow up!
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
Clumsiness. It's not just for elbows anymore.
So I had Christmas lunch with a friend on Thursday. At the mall at the Nordstrom's Cafe, because we are both hopelessly addicted to their food. At lunch we swapped gifts, and I received a lovely set of Christmas plates with snowflakes and snowmen (thank you again T!)
For those who aren't in MD, it poured down rain on Thursday.
As I was walking out of the store to get to my car, I had the box of plates tucked tightly under my arm. I stepped right into a puddle on the ceramic tile floors and my feet started to skid.
First thought to run through my head was surprisingly NOT a curse word. It was "Don't drop the plates!! They'll break!!"
As I skidded and slipped people around me started saying "oh oh oh!" Why didn't they just catch me? I know I must've looked like some sort of movie clip from the Keystone Cops.
I finally stopped once I got both feet on the rubber mats in front of the doors, but somewhere along the line my ankle twisted and my shoe didn't.
A nice man came running up and asked if I was ok. I thought so until I put weight on my left foot. He helped me out the doors into the parking lot. I managed from there.
I got home and started to tell Andy about it, including the hot sick feeling I had when my ankle twisted. But I had to stop part way through since it made him feel "yucky." I don't blame him. It made me feel yucky too.
5 Days Later and the bruising finally stopped
Originally uploaded by lglendinning.
The plates are fine.
So I had Christmas lunch with a friend on Thursday. At the mall at the Nordstrom's Cafe, because we are both hopelessly addicted to their food. At lunch we swapped gifts, and I received a lovely set of Christmas plates with snowflakes and snowmen (thank you again T!)
For those who aren't in MD, it poured down rain on Thursday.
As I was walking out of the store to get to my car, I had the box of plates tucked tightly under my arm. I stepped right into a puddle on the ceramic tile floors and my feet started to skid.
First thought to run through my head was surprisingly NOT a curse word. It was "Don't drop the plates!! They'll break!!"
As I skidded and slipped people around me started saying "oh oh oh!" Why didn't they just catch me? I know I must've looked like some sort of movie clip from the Keystone Cops.
I finally stopped once I got both feet on the rubber mats in front of the doors, but somewhere along the line my ankle twisted and my shoe didn't.
A nice man came running up and asked if I was ok. I thought so until I put weight on my left foot. He helped me out the doors into the parking lot. I managed from there.
I got home and started to tell Andy about it, including the hot sick feeling I had when my ankle twisted. But I had to stop part way through since it made him feel "yucky." I don't blame him. It made me feel yucky too.
5 Days Later and the bruising finally stopped
Originally uploaded by lglendinning.
The plates are fine.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
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