Frog and Goat

My sister, The Niece and I went shopping today and we bought hardly anything. The Niece got a cute new bathing suit and I got a set of lamps from IKEA. I’ve been searching for lamps forever…really, it has been ages and I found some at IKEA. It figures that the store that has what I want is more than 50 miles away. While we were doing a quick rendition of does this shade look good with this style of lamp, a woman walked by and said “that’s cute” and so I knew I’d hit pay dirt. When a stylish woman who doesn’t live in the sticks gives you a “that’s cute” you have to go with it. At least that’s what I’m going to say if the better-half doesn’t like the lamps.

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I seem to be scratching my head a lot these days.

The House has passed a bill that says it isn’t one murder but two if you kill a pregnant woman. How can this legislation be considered if it is still ok to have an abortion? Is it different because during an abortion only the fetus dies? And, how pregnant does a woman have to be before it is considered a double-homicide? Does this mean that any female of child-bearing age who is murdered in this country will have to be autopsied to find out if she was pregnant at time of death?

We met with someone from B-Dry this morning and we’re scheduled to have the work done to our basement in a couple of weeks. I’m thrilled. That means we can finally start using that space down there and it means I’m one step closer to having the washer and dryer in the basement instead of the garage.

B-Dry has a solution to save one of our window wells down there and while the actual window itself will eventually be replaced it is great to know that we’ll have some natural light in an otherwise dark corner. The corner will be a laundry/exercise room some day.

The garage wall that is below grade will also be treated and we’ll have a gravity drain so no worries with sump pump locations or what happens if we lose power. The brilliant thing about the gravity drain is that its cost and the cost for the sump pump are identical…the gravity drain needs no maintenance or replacement–unless, of course, we lose gravity. Which would really suck.

I hope the next time I fly that I don’t find myself a victim of a full cavity search because I signed both of these e-petitions.

Thanks to nobody’s doll and bitchypoo (check them out in the links section).

We walked over to Su Casa today for lunch and ended up at one of the little tables for 2 in the middle of the floor. The only issue with the little tables for 2 is that you are crushed next to other tables of 2. The table for 2 next to us yammered on and on about work and how some loser who works for the two marketing/sales lunchers was treading on some thin ice. It felt kind of weird to hear about how that slacker had better shape up or he was going to find a slip of pink on his desk. One of the yammers was a woman whom I’m sorry to say would annoy the ever-living out of me if I worked with her. I’m all for girl power but I could only think her lunch buddy was thinking “yeah whatever toots could you shut up so I can eat” because that’s what I was thinking. I hope that doesn’t make me a traitor to my kind.

His name is John? I couldn’t help but laugh.

How come either the MIL or my mother calls nearly every single time we try to watch the show? We started taping on Sunday nights because the MIL would invariably call and tonight my mother called. What is it about that show that draws the ‘rent into the scene?

So long S&TC.

This weekend we had lunch at our favorite deli and as I was exiting the door a man in his mid 40s to early 50s pushed past me on his way in and he actually pushed me into the door. I said “you couldn’t have waited a minute” and as I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for the better half the rude dude stared at me like I was the one in the wrong. I was all “bring it ass-wipe” (by my facial expression only) but his poor beleaguered wife just pushed him towards the counter. I’m SICK to death of the boomer generation treating everyone else as if we were put on this planet to kiss their ever-expanding asses. I’m thinking some major karmic payback will hit in a few years when they are strapped to their wheelchairs, drooling and asking for mama.

On to nicer, happier thoughts…we went to the symphony on Saturday night. The first little ditty was from Grieg’s Peer Gynt. When the orchestra finished, the crowd went nuts. Eckart Preu, the conductor, rocks and so did that selection. Woo man it was awesome. Then we were treated to a guest cellist, and I’m sorry to report that I’m not a fan of the composer Samuel Barber. While the cellist was talented, I couldn’t wait for that segment to get over and done…nothing about the music (concerto for cello and orchestra) pleased my senses. After intermission we listened to Symphony No. 3 in C major by Sibelius. Very nice indeed.

We had some very minor snow this week–a dusting really–so I don’t consider that a major blow to the whole Spring is coming fa-la-la. What I’d like to discuss here is how flat-out wrong that fat groundhog was a few weeks ago in predicting six more weeks of snow (not that I sit around and believe everything a rodent tells me). Bah, I say, bah. My sister has daffodils at a near bloom state on her sunny hill. I have some daffodil shoots popping up in the yard and yesterday I noticed crocus coming up in the back flower bed. The forsythia bushes are also looking young and whippy as if they are going to spring forth with a bloom or two in a few weeks.

Monday night the better-half brought home a loaf of Ciabatta bread and left it wrapped in its bag on the counter. Tuesday when I got home from work I had to pull out the vacuum because of this. The cat is just bad.

Yesterday I had to attend an afternoon meeting in the stead of my boss. It was a long, long, long meeting where some very good points were discussed but lots of conversation revolved around what specs were created eons ago that brought us to this point in time. I don’t know about you but when the majority of the people around the table start talking about specs that were created years ago I tend to blip off into space. Really, if the specs were created years ago then why isn’t the task complete by now?

So there I was with a few thoughts in my head. One was remembrance of when I used to work in the building and how the department boss at the time would nod off in afternoon staff meetings. And, the other thought was all about sex. Yes, immaturity ruled! I started looking at the people around the table and wondered when the last time each of them had sex and then I tried to correlate if this fact had anything to do with the way they were acting in the meeting.