She’s no longer interested in sex because of this? It is a gross story but she lost her interest in sex? I’ve been shat on by pigeons while walking on a sidewalk and I haven’t lost my interest in eating chicken.
This weekend was pretty fabulous. I went to the class at Woodcraft and came home with a neat wooden toolbox that I made–very nearly all by myself (only some assistance from the instructor). I got all the sheep in the class to write down the name of the class as “Chicks with Saws”. I was reminded in class why Richmond is a backwoods since the first topic of conversation was why men at the top of Tupperware and Mary Kay sales must be gay. But funny gay, don’t forget that. I had to scrape the sawdust off my eyes as they rolled out of my head.
My toolbox has a birch plywood bottom, birch sides, poplar ends and a walnut handle. It is most excellent. I found out how sweet! the jointer is and got a faceful of sawdust because one of my classmates knocked the ventilation hose off the sander not once but twice…some folks never learn. I did learn and stopped standing anywhere near the woman. I am the master of the band saw, hear me roar.
Saturday night we sat outside with our beverages of choice and watched the lunar eclipse. It was very cool and I understand why people got so willy nilly about eclipses back in the day. The moon going all red should freak you out a little.
Sunday we raked the front yard and we predict that will be the last time we have to do a major rake in the front yard. I used the push lawn sweeper and the better-half manned the rake. We do not have a blower any more…our other one was underpowered and died. We like the whole process better now–no fuss, no muss and no noise.
We burned a fire in the fireplace for the first time this season last night and had soup with homemade bread. The better-half is really cracking on the bread making. No bread machines for us. He made 4 loaves this weekend.
The better-half just sent me this article and, let me tell you, we’d better be able to see it. All that talk about solar flares making the northern lights more visible to more people was a lot of bunk.
I should be home from my class at Woodcraft (I get to use a Jointer–whatever that is!) by the time the eclipse starts and let me tell you, I’ll be outside with the binoculars and a big sweater.
Over the past few weeks I’ve been on fire in the kitchen–no, the gas didn’t ignite my shirt.
It started with the Rosemary Corn Bread from the latest Real Simple magazine. Excellent flavor with little bits of corn in the bread. Some of the best corn bread I’ve ever had.
Then over the weekend, I took a bag of spinach tossed it with soy and water and garlic cooked in bacon drippings, topped with crumbled bacon. Whoa Nelly, I think we have a new way to fix spinach.
Last night I made Lobster Tail Thermidor that I saw on 30 Minute Meals. I’ve never made anything from that show that didn’t satisfy. I didn’t do everything the recipe called for, but the outcome was still delicious. The big differences from my outcome and the recipe were:
I boiled the lobster tails for 5 minutes instead of 7-8 minutes
I didn’t save the tail shells (they were destroyed)
I didn’t serve over a bed of baby greens.
Today I ventured out during what I thought was going to be a break in the monsoon only to find that I had to white-knuckle it all the way to the main road…a good 15 minutes. There were parts of the road flooded that I’ve never seen flooded and I’m one of those sorry suckers who is from here.
Then when I get to Home Depot to finally buy the paint that is going to finish my tile wall paint job a totally crazy man leaps out into the roadway from behind a large van. I slammed on brakes only to see him smile and shoo me on. I should have backed up and run him over. Haven’t you learned anything during your 50-odd years on this planet? Do not leap out into traffic when you can’t see what’s coming and the traffic can’t see you and then don’t smile and shoo me on.
At BJ’s I had the brilliant idea to buy a case of Barq’s because for whatever reason the grocery store isn’t stocking cans of the stuff. I went through the self-check line and proceeded to have nearly every single can come off its plastic ring. Naturally, that brought the cashier. She was very nice and helped me finish checking out.
At the grocery store, I shopped there today only to bump us into the next level of holiday gifts, there was a particularly virulent brand of slack-jawed GG sort-of pushing their carts around. By the way, we now qualify for a pie or a bag of coffee or some clementines or a stuffed moose–I don’t know why a moose.
Then there was one woman all tarted up (shouldn’t you be at work if you are dressed like that?) who was cruising the toothpaste and lotion aisle. I grabbed my toothbrushes and then later realized we needed some mouthwash too. I had to go back there and she was still milling around the area. If after 15 minutes you haven’t decided what to buy, perhaps you should go home and lie down.
I forgot to mention when I got home I couldn’t get the garage door to unlock, then my shoe came off and then I found a boatload of water in the basement. Grrr.
Added 11/7/03–After listening to the better-half talk about the “tarted-up” woman as a prostitute all through dinner, I would like to explain that she was overdressed for shopping (in comparison) to everyone else that I saw at the grocery store. I’m positive she wasn’t a hooker. That tidbit of information would have made the shopping trip worth it.
I warned you earlier this week that I was attempting to teach myself Flash. If you need a little bit of a laugh this afternoon, please check out my movie. The artistry is nearly blinding, I know.
I’m the first to admit that what I don’t know could fill volumes. What I do know is that Durst is one crazy dude.
Central Va has been experiencing crazy hot temps for the past 6 days or so. I’ve complained about this before, I know. I’m just not done with the whine. Last night the humidity must have easily been 90%. It never got cool. To top it off for awhile the moon was out and very, very bright. Thankfully some clouds came and blocked the fast approaching full moon.
Around 10pm I was on the couch reading a copy of The Atlantic Monthly from June–we’re a little backed up on the magazines. I dozed off and decided to go to bed. I’m not talking about falling asleep on the couch with my mouth open, snoring, while the magazine slips to the floor. I’m talking I blinked off a couple of times and decided that I must be tired and I should go to bed.
I could not get comfortable. The better-half was working late and that usually means that I can get some strong sleep in before he gets home. I am not a power-sleeper so getting to the place where I stay asleep when he comes home and gets into bed is something I strive to do. I think I dozed for a little while and then woke up. I was wide awake at 1am and stayed wide awake until I finally got up and went back to the couch at 2:20. The better-half was sound asleep by then. By that time, I was pretty worked up. If I can’t sleep, I start poring over stupid crazy stuff. That’s not exactly counting sheep.
It was cooler in the den because the door to the screened porch was open but the sky had a weird glowy pall. I bet I got 2 or 3 hours of sleep last night, tops. It certainly didn’t help that around 5:30 a sharp stabbing pin-prick of pain attacked one of my big toes. I can only assume a mosquito and I have news bug—Saturday is only supposed to be mid-50s. Bite now because you are about to Bite It.
I just saw my first commerical for Holiday decorating–the marketing machine is in full throttle. You can get all kinds of items at Big Lots to decorate your house this Christmas. I don’t know what you’ll do if you celebrate Ramadan or Hanukah or any other non-Christan holiday.
I’m flabbergasted by what people think they are entitled to especially when it comes to family. We’ve received phone calls over the past couple of months from family members who have problems with their computers. Note: if you are reading this and we’ve helped you with your PC before, ignore this rant.
The last time we saw any of these people was January or February. Not so much as a kiss my ass or anything from them. Until, of course, their computer fails. We DO NOT repair computers for a living (which, if we did, means your phone calls would get under my craw even more). We use them just like, nearly, everyone else. So, if you’d like to PAY for the service then get out your wallet and cough up the cash…it ain’t cheap because you will be paying either the software development or the consulting rate. Neither of those rates will make you happy.
My advice: get out the yellow pages and find someone in your area who repairs computers for a living. If you want to chat with us or visit with us, let us know and we’re happy to do that.
