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March 3 , 2007

Introducing Cobbler! (It's hard to get a good picture of an all black puppy, but she looks a lot like a lab.) We've just had our first meal, and we just went out for our first poo. She'll be going out again here shortly as she's finishing up the food that in her bowl.

She's super sweet, and I'm just a little apprehensive about tonight. I think she's going to cry and cry and cry when she gets locked in the kitchen. She really doesn't like her collar.

Anyway. Here she is.

This was my last doggie free morning. I'm trying to make sure that I call Cobbler a Dog because, as Jason my boss says, that's what she is. She's not going to be a little rolly polly puppy forever. And as it looks right now, she's going to be one helluva big dog. I went to Petsmart last night and bought her a new pink collar/leash, as well as some chew toys and some puppy pads for potty training. If you want to send a baby pressie, I'm thinking chew toys would be a good idea. I got her a puppy Kong and some puppy nylabones. I'm thinking that she's gonna need a Halti collar, too. We're going to be spending a lot of time on the leash, and I don't want her to be dragging me around.

Mark and Beth brought over her crate last night. It's huge. Which will be great when she's big enough for it. It will block the door to the kitchen, so that's good. It's too big, though to start crate training her in it. They're only supposed to have enough room to stand up and turn around. She'll be able to roll all over the place in there. At least for a little while.

The neighbor is unemployed and her sister is visiting. They said they'd be more than happy to check on the puppy every couple of hours for the next several days. I'm hoping that will help with the housebreaking aspect of things. If they can take her out every couple of hours, maybe she'll start to get the idea that she's supposed to go outside. *sigh* So very stressful.

I moved all of the cat stuff out of the kitchen and into the spare bedroom last night. Peach slept on the bed in there. She and I had a very nice cuddle this morning. I anticipate that will be the last time I see her for quite awhile. *sigh* And TSLO was in the kitchen, looking for her water bowl. I took her in the spare bedroom and put her paw in the water so she would know where it was. God love her.

Anyway. All for now. I'll put some pics up tonight when we get home. Wish us luck.

So, the big news is that Cobbler is not a little boy. He's a little girl. Hmmmm. I'm not quite sure how John screwed that one up, but he apparently did. He really did think that Cobbler was a little boy. I explained to him that boy parts are on the outside; girl parts are not visible. *sigh* That means I'm gonna take the red collar and leash I bought back to the store and get some pink sparkly ones.

Speaking of that...apparently Cobbler's neck is already 11 inches in diameter. She's only 7 weeks old and her neck is already 11 inches. Holy shit. I bought a big ol' bag of puppy chow and some cans of puppy food. Also bought her a chew toy. I'm hoping that I can put her crate in front of the door to the kitchen and not have to buy a baby gate. Not sure what I'm going to do with the cat food and the litter box. I don't want to open up the spare bedroom, but I'm thinking that's the only real option that I have. *sigh* The cats are never gonna forgive me. *sigh*

I went camping this weekend. Had a good time, but it was a bit of a fiasco, as per usual. I managed to go camping in a dry county. With a burn ban. *sigh* I was afraid that they were going to inspect my cooler and arrest me. *sigh* I was OK with not building a fire. Good thing I remembered to bring charcoal with me so I had something to cook over. I suppose I could have just collected wood, but charcoal was easier in the little BBQ grills. Pretty place. Lots of baby snakes making their way out of the ground. Freaked me out the first couple I saw and heard moving around. I didn't see any of the momma or daddy snakes so that was OK.

My throat is suddenly killing me again. Just started in the last two hours or so. Not sure what that's about.

I came home from camping and took a super deluxe shower. It's been awhile since I had a true super deluxe shower. I did the scrubbing of the feet, shaving of the legs, exfoliation, etc, etc. Felt good to get really clean. There was a shower facility at the campground, but I didn't feel like using it. I figured it was only two days, and no one was going to see me anyway so why bother?

Anyone catch the interview with the Edwards this evening? If you missed it, you can read the transcript here.

One of these days I suppose I'll be less of a twit. I hate being insecure and off-balance, and that's what I am right now. I wish I weren't, but there it is. I hate that this is a part of my personality. I try very hard to not be this thing that I am, but I don't know...really...how to be anything else.

It appears that I have a bit of updating to do.

Got a new tattoo. Yeah me!

I like it. My tattos always seem to wind up being bigger than I think they're going to be. I'm not sure what that's all about. I know I could have gotten them to shrink it down, but it didn't seem to be that big in the drawing. I don't know. Perhaps my mode of operation should be that anything I want needs to be shrunk 25%.

I'm going camping this weekend. Haven't decided where exactly I'm headed, but I'm going somewhere. Maybe Choctaw State Park in AL. I don't know. Maybe one of the state parks along the Tammany Trace in Louisiana. That actually might be the better idea.

Tomorrow is a solar eclipse. Anyone put much stock in those things? I'm supposed to get some career news tomorrow or within the next month. Supposed to be really big news. I don't know if I buy that or not, but you never know.

I do know that I'm all out of sorts. I think that part of it has to do with the boy. I don't have a name for him yet. Maybe the Hollow Boy. All I do know is that I am a little emotional. It could be due to the fact that I have this horrible cold, given to me by the boy. He's on antibiotics; I am not. The lymph nodes in my throat feel like they're little walnuts.

My puppy is 6 weeks old. I guess he's coming home next week. *sigh* I need to get a crate and to find out what kind of food he's been eating. And I need to get him a collar and a leash but I need to know how big his little neck is. I'm not sure that I know what I've gotten myself into. I suppose that we're going to find out, aren't we?

Yeah...I think there's something to this twitterpation thing. I don't know exactly what it is, but I'm a mess. I think he's a mess too, so I suppose that's OK.

I am a bit insecure, though, and I have to wonder if this isn't some whole big joke. Is he really feeling this or is he just out for...something else. I don't know what that would be, but somewhere in the back of my mind there's that thought. I'm not sure where it comes from.

Although...given what's about to happen, I don't think it's a joke for him. Wow. A bit out of my element here. OK. Yeah.

Anyway. It's supposed to storm tonight. It rained a little this afternoon, but it wasn't anything big. I heard something like 1-3 inches tonight.

Nothing more right now. Maybe later.

My kitten has had an upset belly this evening. We managed to either get her puking on the tile or on a paper plate or on a newspaper so there wasn't really anything to clean up. This wouldn't have happened if I'd remember to one brush or two put Vaseline on her paws. I am a very, very bad mother.

I think I'm getting a new tattoo on Thursday. Just a little one. Maybe. Possibly.

I have to finish my St. Patrick's Day cards so I can get them in the mail for most of you to get them in time for St. Patrick's Day. I think I'm gonna take Polly to Jackson to see the parade. We will hopefully be hooking up with my new friend Brad. I have to make my way back to Hattiesburg that night because we're having a party at the Jaycees. I don't know if I'm going to want to come back. *grin*

Speaking of the Jaycees, I'm going to have to figure out something to do for an individual development event. I don't know what to do. *sigh* I have to know by Thursday.

What do you all think of the accelerated primary schedule in the presidential race? I'm not thinking that I like it. If we're going to have an accelerated primary season, with most everything decided by February, then can we not start the campaigning until closer to the general election? I'm already sick of the whole thing...and I don't know who I'm going to vote for. I like Edwards. But there are a few things about him (primarily related to education) that irritate me. I don't want to vote for Hillary or Obama. I saw Dodd on The Daily Show tonight, but I don't know much about him.

So last night, I was asked several times why I'm still single. He wasn't being rude, he was just asking. He said that I was beautiful and incredibly intelligent, so why wasn't I snatched up? Was there something wrong with me that he should know about?

I don't really know how to answer that other than to say that I think the reason why I'm still single is because I haven't really made any effort into NOT not being single. I mean...I haven't gone and searched out a boy or put myself in positions where I will no longer be single. I'm pretty much OK with being single so I haven't much felt the need to change the situation.

I do confess, though, that I've been a bit lonely lately. So maybe things could be fixing to change. I don't know.

Anyway. That's all for now. More tomorrow.

There must be something about spring that makes it easy to fall into something akin to like. Or lust. Or whatever the hell it is. All I know is that I am probably quite twitterpated. Strange since just about this time last year, I was also quite twitterpated. Do y'all remember that? And wonderfully that turned out? We can hope that I have a better result this time around, but I don't know if that's just some wishful thinking on my part. I probably shouldn't even put that out there into the world, should I? I mean if I'm working on that whole manifestation, thing, I should see a beautiful outcome, right? I've certainly been seeing a certain outcome, that's for sure. *sigh*

I bet you would like to know all about it, wouldn't you? I'd really like to tell you all about, but I don't think I'm ready to let the cat out of the bag just yet. Maybe once something beyond texting has happened. He apparently tried to call me last night so I could actually talk to him, but I was unwell last night and did not answer the phone. I don't think I could have answered the phone if I'd wanted to. Regardless of who tried to call. Oh well. Opportunity lost, I suppose. We'll see if there's another one.

I haven't had anything to do at work today. Quite literally. I made a couple of copies, made a couple of phone calls and that was it. I should have brought something from the house to work on, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead.

Yesterday was in general kind of a crappy day. All day long, I wanted to hear from one person. And all day long, I didn't hear from him. Dammit. Why am I so insecure?

I swear that I don't understand boys. At all. I'm not sure that there's much to understand, but there it is. It feels like there are so many ways to screw it up, and I don't want to make some kind of colossal mis-step, although I suppose there's really no way to do that at this point. I'm hopeful, though, which is what makes the whole thing hard.

It was a beautiful day here. I had lunch at Gordon Creek Deli. Sat out on their patio and watched a family with two children losing the battle to keep them under control. When your child is trying to climb the latticework, it's not time for you to continue to sit there and eat. I actually wanted to write a little bit but the kids were so distracting that there was no way that was going to happen. It was just the five of us in the restaurant. Kinda really sucked.

I have yet to do my taxes. I suppose I'll tackle those this weekend. I really don't know why I've put it off. I'm usually done with them as soon as I get my tax return so this is highly unusual behavior for me.

I'm going to be on the coast Saturday to get my hair did. I think I've decided that I'm going to get some highlights put in. I'm fighting with the idea because I don't want to be a blond, but I also am really troubled by all of these gray hairs that I can't really seem to hide. What's up with that? What's going on? Anyway. Since my appointment isn't until noon, I thought I'd go down early and maybe do some writing or some such. Hang out in Hudson's. I don't know.

Anyone got any really good casserole recipes? I'm gonna take some food over to Scott and Danelle, but the only casserole I can think of is that whole chicken and cream of mushroom soup thing. If you've got some better suggestions, send them on my way. I'd greatly appreciate it, and I'm sure that they would too. I'm just saying. I'm actually thinking about making a beef stew in the crockpot and freezing that in individual portions. What do you think about that? And since pork roasts are on sale, I'm going to make carnitas.

I came home tonight to find the former girlfriend helping clean up the yard of the no-longer lesbian. I really don't think I understand (anymore) the whole we're-friends thing after a break up. I mean when Dax left, I wanted him to be my friend, but once I came out of the fog and realized he wasn't coming back, then I didn't want anything to do with him. You can't be friends and get over it. Or at least I don't think you can be friends and get over it. I think there's got to be that distance and separation. I think that eventually you can work things out, but it takes the death of a dream in order for that to happen. Allison is way to close to that for it to be happening now. She's too involved in Jessica and wanting things to work out...even though she knows it's not going to.

Speaking of the neighbors, weird happening this weekend. I was dead asleep early Sunday morning when I heard this gawd-awful racket...sounded like someone was banging on something. Well, they were. The people in the house next door were breaking in the glass window in their door. Or at least I thought it was the neighbors. I saw a skinny rough lookin' blond, and figured it was the chick who drives the white Honda. Apparently not. Apparently it was one of their friends. Neither one of them was home. I have no clue what was going on, I just know that it was annoying as hell...and then confusing when the one came home and didn't know what had happened.

What a day at work. We have a ton of reports that we have to get out by the 5th. I did them all today, as well as a bunch of letters. I didn't get to eat my lunch until 4:00 this afternoon, and I was there until 6 this evening. That's OK, I suppose. All of those hours means that I'll have something to take in comp time when Memorial Day rolls around. (it's not one of our paid holidays)

I have some beautifully painted nails right now.

I changed out the doorknob yesterday. It took me about half an hour. The hardest part was getting everything to line up. Apparently it's been awhile since I last had to try to put something in a hole. After I did that, I decided to go ahead and caulk the bathtub. It's not pretty, but it works, I suppose. I'm not sure that pretty is a possibility when you're trying to do with caulk what should really be accomplished with a new shower insert. I'm just sayin'. This coming weekend will be repairing the screendoor. Maybe planting something where the tree used to be. I don't know what. It's a raised area. Maybe I should plant vegetables there.

Thinking about running to Popeyes for some dinner. I don't feel like cooking. Then again, when do I feel like cooking these days? That would mean that I'd have to put on a bra. Hmmmm...

Anyway. I have nothing else tonight. I might have more later...after a bit of inspiration.

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March 28, 2007

Introducing Cobbler! (It's hard to get a good picture of an all black puppy, but she looks a lot like a lab.) We've just had our first meal, and we just went out for our first poo. She'll be going out again here shortly as she's finishing up the food that in her bowl.

She's super sweet, and I'm just a little apprehensive about tonight. I think she's going to cry and cry and cry when she gets locked in the kitchen. She really doesn't like her collar.

Anyway. Here she is.

March 27, 2007

This was my last doggie free morning. I'm trying to make sure that I call Cobbler a Dog because, as Jason my boss says, that's what she is. She's not going to be a little rolly polly puppy forever. And as it looks right now, she's going to be one helluva big dog. I went to Petsmart last night and bought her a new pink collar/leash, as well as some chew toys and some puppy pads for potty training. If you want to send a baby pressie, I'm thinking chew toys would be a good idea. I got her a puppy Kong and some puppy nylabones. I'm thinking that she's gonna need a Halti collar, too. We're going to be spending a lot of time on the leash, and I don't want her to be dragging me around.

Mark and Beth brought over her crate last night. It's huge. Which will be great when she's big enough for it. It will block the door to the kitchen, so that's good. It's too big, though to start crate training her in it. They're only supposed to have enough room to stand up and turn around. She'll be able to roll all over the place in there. At least for a little while.

The neighbor is unemployed and her sister is visiting. They said they'd be more than happy to check on the puppy every couple of hours for the next several days. I'm hoping that will help with the housebreaking aspect of things. If they can take her out every couple of hours, maybe she'll start to get the idea that she's supposed to go outside. *sigh* So very stressful.

I moved all of the cat stuff out of the kitchen and into the spare bedroom last night. Peach slept on the bed in there. She and I had a very nice cuddle this morning. I anticipate that will be the last time I see her for quite awhile. *sigh* And TSLO was in the kitchen, looking for her water bowl. I took her in the spare bedroom and put her paw in the water so she would know where it was. God love her.

Anyway. All for now. I'll put some pics up tonight when we get home. Wish us luck.

March 26, 2007

So, the big news is that Cobbler is not a little boy. He's a little girl. Hmmmm. I'm not quite sure how John screwed that one up, but he apparently did. He really did think that Cobbler was a little boy. I explained to him that boy parts are on the outside; girl parts are not visible. *sigh* That means I'm gonna take the red collar and leash I bought back to the store and get some pink sparkly ones.

Speaking of that...apparently Cobbler's neck is already 11 inches in diameter. She's only 7 weeks old and her neck is already 11 inches. Holy shit. I bought a big ol' bag of puppy chow and some cans of puppy food. Also bought her a chew toy. I'm hoping that I can put her crate in front of the door to the kitchen and not have to buy a baby gate. Not sure what I'm going to do with the cat food and the litter box. I don't want to open up the spare bedroom, but I'm thinking that's the only real option that I have. *sigh* The cats are never gonna forgive me. *sigh*

I went camping this weekend. Had a good time, but it was a bit of a fiasco, as per usual. I managed to go camping in a dry county. With a burn ban. *sigh* I was afraid that they were going to inspect my cooler and arrest me. *sigh* I was OK with not building a fire. Good thing I remembered to bring charcoal with me so I had something to cook over. I suppose I could have just collected wood, but charcoal was easier in the little BBQ grills. Pretty place. Lots of baby snakes making their way out of the ground. Freaked me out the first couple I saw and heard moving around. I didn't see any of the momma or daddy snakes so that was OK.

My throat is suddenly killing me again. Just started in the last two hours or so. Not sure what that's about.

I came home from camping and took a super deluxe shower. It's been awhile since I had a true super deluxe shower. I did the scrubbing of the feet, shaving of the legs, exfoliation, etc, etc. Felt good to get really clean. There was a shower facility at the campground, but I didn't feel like using it. I figured it was only two days, and no one was going to see me anyway so why bother?

Anyone catch the interview with the Edwards this evening? If you missed it, you can read the transcript here.

March 18, 2007

One of these days I suppose I'll be less of a twit. I hate being insecure and off-balance, and that's what I am right now. I wish I weren't, but there it is. I hate that this is a part of my personality. I try very hard to not be this thing that I am, but I don't know...really...how to be anything else.

It appears that I have a bit of updating to do.

Got a new tattoo. Yeah me!

I like it. My tattos always seem to wind up being bigger than I think they're going to be. I'm not sure what that's all about. I know I could have gotten them to shrink it down, but it didn't seem to be that big in the drawing. I don't know. Perhaps my mode of operation should be that anything I want needs to be shrunk 25%.

I'm going camping this weekend. Haven't decided where exactly I'm headed, but I'm going somewhere. Maybe Choctaw State Park in AL. I don't know. Maybe one of the state parks along the Tammany Trace in Louisiana. That actually might be the better idea.

Tomorrow is a solar eclipse. Anyone put much stock in those things? I'm supposed to get some career news tomorrow or within the next month. Supposed to be really big news. I don't know if I buy that or not, but you never know.

I do know that I'm all out of sorts. I think that part of it has to do with the boy. I don't have a name for him yet. Maybe the Hollow Boy. All I do know is that I am a little emotional. It could be due to the fact that I have this horrible cold, given to me by the boy. He's on antibiotics; I am not. The lymph nodes in my throat feel like they're little walnuts.

My puppy is 6 weeks old. I guess he's coming home next week. *sigh* I need to get a crate and to find out what kind of food he's been eating. And I need to get him a collar and a leash but I need to know how big his little neck is. I'm not sure that I know what I've gotten myself into. I suppose that we're going to find out, aren't we?

March 13, 2007

Yeah...I think there's something to this twitterpation thing. I don't know exactly what it is, but I'm a mess. I think he's a mess too, so I suppose that's OK.

I am a bit insecure, though, and I have to wonder if this isn't some whole big joke. Is he really feeling this or is he just out for...something else. I don't know what that would be, but somewhere in the back of my mind there's that thought. I'm not sure where it comes from.

Although...given what's about to happen, I don't think it's a joke for him. Wow. A bit out of my element here. OK. Yeah.

Anyway. It's supposed to storm tonight. It rained a little this afternoon, but it wasn't anything big. I heard something like 1-3 inches tonight.

Nothing more right now. Maybe later.

March 12, 2007

My kitten has had an upset belly this evening. We managed to either get her puking on the tile or on a paper plate or on a newspaper so there wasn't really anything to clean up. This wouldn't have happened if I'd remember to one brush or two put Vaseline on her paws. I am a very, very bad mother.

I think I'm getting a new tattoo on Thursday. Just a little one. Maybe. Possibly.

I have to finish my St. Patrick's Day cards so I can get them in the mail for most of you to get them in time for St. Patrick's Day. I think I'm gonna take Polly to Jackson to see the parade. We will hopefully be hooking up with my new friend Brad. I have to make my way back to Hattiesburg that night because we're having a party at the Jaycees. I don't know if I'm going to want to come back. *grin*

Speaking of the Jaycees, I'm going to have to figure out something to do for an individual development event. I don't know what to do. *sigh* I have to know by Thursday.

What do you all think of the accelerated primary schedule in the presidential race? I'm not thinking that I like it. If we're going to have an accelerated primary season, with most everything decided by February, then can we not start the campaigning until closer to the general election? I'm already sick of the whole thing...and I don't know who I'm going to vote for. I like Edwards. But there are a few things about him (primarily related to education) that irritate me. I don't want to vote for Hillary or Obama. I saw Dodd on The Daily Show tonight, but I don't know much about him.

March 11, 2007

So last night, I was asked several times why I'm still single. He wasn't being rude, he was just asking. He said that I was beautiful and incredibly intelligent, so why wasn't I snatched up? Was there something wrong with me that he should know about?

I don't really know how to answer that other than to say that I think the reason why I'm still single is because I haven't really made any effort into NOT not being single. I mean...I haven't gone and searched out a boy or put myself in positions where I will no longer be single. I'm pretty much OK with being single so I haven't much felt the need to change the situation.

I do confess, though, that I've been a bit lonely lately. So maybe things could be fixing to change. I don't know.

Anyway. That's all for now. More tomorrow.

March 9, 2007

There must be something about spring that makes it easy to fall into something akin to like. Or lust. Or whatever the hell it is. All I know is that I am probably quite twitterpated. Strange since just about this time last year, I was also quite twitterpated. Do y'all remember that? And wonderfully that turned out? We can hope that I have a better result this time around, but I don't know if that's just some wishful thinking on my part. I probably shouldn't even put that out there into the world, should I? I mean if I'm working on that whole manifestation, thing, I should see a beautiful outcome, right? I've certainly been seeing a certain outcome, that's for sure. *sigh*

I bet you would like to know all about it, wouldn't you? I'd really like to tell you all about, but I don't think I'm ready to let the cat out of the bag just yet. Maybe once something beyond texting has happened. He apparently tried to call me last night so I could actually talk to him, but I was unwell last night and did not answer the phone. I don't think I could have answered the phone if I'd wanted to. Regardless of who tried to call. Oh well. Opportunity lost, I suppose. We'll see if there's another one.

I haven't had anything to do at work today. Quite literally. I made a couple of copies, made a couple of phone calls and that was it. I should have brought something from the house to work on, but I wasn't thinking that far ahead.

Yesterday was in general kind of a crappy day. All day long, I wanted to hear from one person. And all day long, I didn't hear from him. Dammit. Why am I so insecure?

March 7, 2007

I swear that I don't understand boys. At all. I'm not sure that there's much to understand, but there it is. It feels like there are so many ways to screw it up, and I don't want to make some kind of colossal mis-step, although I suppose there's really no way to do that at this point. I'm hopeful, though, which is what makes the whole thing hard.

It was a beautiful day here. I had lunch at Gordon Creek Deli. Sat out on their patio and watched a family with two children losing the battle to keep them under control. When your child is trying to climb the latticework, it's not time for you to continue to sit there and eat. I actually wanted to write a little bit but the kids were so distracting that there was no way that was going to happen. It was just the five of us in the restaurant. Kinda really sucked.

I have yet to do my taxes. I suppose I'll tackle those this weekend. I really don't know why I've put it off. I'm usually done with them as soon as I get my tax return so this is highly unusual behavior for me.

I'm going to be on the coast Saturday to get my hair did. I think I've decided that I'm going to get some highlights put in. I'm fighting with the idea because I don't want to be a blond, but I also am really troubled by all of these gray hairs that I can't really seem to hide. What's up with that? What's going on? Anyway. Since my appointment isn't until noon, I thought I'd go down early and maybe do some writing or some such. Hang out in Hudson's. I don't know.

Anyone got any really good casserole recipes? I'm gonna take some food over to Scott and Danelle, but the only casserole I can think of is that whole chicken and cream of mushroom soup thing. If you've got some better suggestions, send them on my way. I'd greatly appreciate it, and I'm sure that they would too. I'm just saying. I'm actually thinking about making a beef stew in the crockpot and freezing that in individual portions. What do you think about that? And since pork roasts are on sale, I'm going to make carnitas.

I came home tonight to find the former girlfriend helping clean up the yard of the no-longer lesbian. I really don't think I understand (anymore) the whole we're-friends thing after a break up. I mean when Dax left, I wanted him to be my friend, but once I came out of the fog and realized he wasn't coming back, then I didn't want anything to do with him. You can't be friends and get over it. Or at least I don't think you can be friends and get over it. I think there's got to be that distance and separation. I think that eventually you can work things out, but it takes the death of a dream in order for that to happen. Allison is way to close to that for it to be happening now. She's too involved in Jessica and wanting things to work out...even though she knows it's not going to.

Speaking of the neighbors, weird happening this weekend. I was dead asleep early Sunday morning when I heard this gawd-awful racket...sounded like someone was banging on something. Well, they were. The people in the house next door were breaking in the glass window in their door. Or at least I thought it was the neighbors. I saw a skinny rough lookin' blond, and figured it was the chick who drives the white Honda. Apparently not. Apparently it was one of their friends. Neither one of them was home. I have no clue what was going on, I just know that it was annoying as hell...and then confusing when the one came home and didn't know what had happened.

March 5, 2007

What a day at work. We have a ton of reports that we have to get out by the 5th. I did them all today, as well as a bunch of letters. I didn't get to eat my lunch until 4:00 this afternoon, and I was there until 6 this evening. That's OK, I suppose. All of those hours means that I'll have something to take in comp time when Memorial Day rolls around. (it's not one of our paid holidays)

I have some beautifully painted nails right now.

I changed out the doorknob yesterday. It took me about half an hour. The hardest part was getting everything to line up. Apparently it's been awhile since I last had to try to put something in a hole. After I did that, I decided to go ahead and caulk the bathtub. It's not pretty, but it works, I suppose. I'm not sure that pretty is a possibility when you're trying to do with caulk what should really be accomplished with a new shower insert. I'm just sayin'. This coming weekend will be repairing the screendoor. Maybe planting something where the tree used to be. I don't know what. It's a raised area. Maybe I should plant vegetables there.

Thinking about running to Popeyes for some dinner. I don't feel like cooking. Then again, when do I feel like cooking these days? That would mean that I'd have to put on a bra. Hmmmm...

Anyway. I have nothing else tonight. I might have more later...after a bit of inspiration.

March 3 , 2007

We are come home from Roots Reunion in downtown. Some really good blues, bluegrass, and gospel music. Had a great time with the MS family and my friends Polly, Aaron, and Nichol. Good times.

We had dinner at Brownstone before hand. I don't know that I'll go back there. This is the second time that we've had incredibly bad service. Unacceptably slow service. Shitty attitude from the server. The food was good (as was the drink), but I don't think that's enough to get me to spend my money there again. There are too many other places where I don't have to deal with such.

We spent last night in Polly's hot tub. Was paranoid that I was going to get pulled over on the way home...after I realized that I had left my purse at home. *sigh* I didn't get pulled over nor did I run into any road blocks. But I was worried that I would.

I have to replace the front door knob tomorrow. It no longer works. The thingie doesn't come out so the door doesn't catch. I have the deadbolt and the chain set, so I should be safe for the night. Remember the last time I tried to replace a door knob? Let's hope that it's going to better than that time. I'm a little concerned about it. I also want to tackle repairing the screen door, but I don't know if that's going to happen tomorrow or not. There's a baseball game tomorrow afternoon, and I think I'm going to take myself off to it. I also need to recaulk the bathtub and replace a light switch. *sigh* Wasn't there a reason why I was a renter?

Seems like there was a lot of heartache out there. I don't know how to make that any easier.

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We are come home from Roots Reunion in downtown. Some really good blues, bluegrass, and gospel music. Had a great time with the MS family and my friends Polly, Aaron, and Nichol. Good times.

We had dinner at Brownstone before hand. I don't know that I'll go back there. This is the second time that we've had incredibly bad service. Unacceptably slow service. Shitty attitude from the server. The food was good (as was the drink), but I don't think that's enough to get me to spend my money there again. There are too many other places where I don't have to deal with such.

We spent last night in Polly's hot tub. Was paranoid that I was going to get pulled over on the way home...after I realized that I had left my purse at home. *sigh* I didn't get pulled over nor did I run into any road blocks. But I was worried that I would.

I have to replace the front door knob tomorrow. It no longer works. The thingie doesn't come out so the door doesn't catch. I have the deadbolt and the chain set, so I should be safe for the night. Remember the last time I tried to replace a door knob? Let's hope that it's going to better than that time. I'm a little concerned about it. I also want to tackle repairing the screen door, but I don't know if that's going to happen tomorrow or not. There's a baseball game tomorrow afternoon, and I think I'm going to take myself off to it. I also need to recaulk the bathtub and replace a light switch. *sigh* Wasn't there a reason why I was a renter?

Seems like there was a lot of heartache out there. I don't know how to make that any easier.