So, we went to the beach this morning, like usual, to exercise. The FP runs, and I just walk. I find that so far, knock on wood, I won't get sick if I just walk. If I jog, there's a chance that the first time I overdo it, I will get sick within two days. So, I walk. Which is ok. It was pretty damn hot, so, it's enough exertion.
So, I got back to the car, and it was overcast, so I just walked onto the beach and looked at it for a couple minutes and went back to the car. When I got back, these girls were asking people if they had jumper cables, which they did not. So, then they asked me. I knew I had the car jumper box, but I wasn't sure if it was charged. So, I looked, and it was charged. So, the driver and I tried to figure out the box. I had not used it before then, so I didn't really know if there was a power button or not. So we tried it the first time, and nothing happened. Then the passenger reclamped the ends, and it started, easy as pie. They thanked me, told me I had good karma (carma) and they were off. I got to feel good about helping someone, and I didn't even have to break a new sweat doing it.
We got back to the house, and BFF informed us that she used our washer. Why? Because one of the cats had pissed in her clothes! Oh no! It's not really like them. Sure, they have pissed on our stuff before, but I don't think they have ever pissed in any guest's stuff. That wasn't very hospitable. BFF does have a cat, so I don't know if they smelled him and were marking her stuff, or if he or she was being a jerk. I can't help but feel like it was she, The Fuzz. But I have no evidence.
After lunch, I took the FP to the dentist to get his temporary crown, and get fitted for a permanent one. As usual, it took a while for them to send him back. I had no idea how long it would be, so I waited in the waiting room. I can have patience when needed. But sitting in that waiting room drives me nutty. There are only two local publications there - I read one, and the other is in russian. I did flip through the russian one today for lack of anything else to read.
After a little while, the assistant called me to the window. She told me that the FP had instructed me to pay half of the bill today, and we would pay the rest on Monday. Whhhhuuuuuaaaaaah? Monday? What's the point? Well, I didn't worry about Monday. We're kind of short of cash, so I just paid the first half. I had told the FP to see how little we could pay today, so I guess half was it.
Anyway, after I paid, the FP texted me that it would be at least an hour, so I went home. I was just sitting around with my BFF, talking, and surfing the internets, when we noticed a little hard turd on the bubble wrap that The Fuzz likes to lie on...hm.... Coincidence?
A while later, I got the text, so I went to pick up the FP. When we came back, guess who had thrown up on the floor? The Fuzz! What is up with The Fuzz?
So, anyway, my BFF went to Miami to go on a night dive. We went west to go to the outlet mall. So, we said our goodbyes. It had been a great visit!
We were shopping for clothes, because this weekend we are going to Pittsburgh to celebrate the FP's mom's birthday. We had to make a huge circle around the mall before I found the right shoes at Nine West. I have a huge issue with the shoe styles today. There are the flats. Like totally flat, the ones that look like ballet slippers. They look dumb on my feet, and they hurt my feet. Then there are the stilettos. Or the pumps. Wedges too. They are all like 6 inches high. I cannot wear those. They hurt. I look like an idiot in stilts trying to wear them. And my feet and calves are too fat to pull those type of shoes off anyway. So, the only shoes with heel height in between are.... "comfort shoes". Old lady shoes. I'm not at the point yet where I will give in to those. So, we walked all over the mall and went into several shoe stores, before finding the right pair.
When we got home, we found out that the BFF's dive got cancelled, again! Her dive got cancelled yesterday too! Big bummer for her. But, I guess she was going to stay down in Miami anyway.
And then, I got two voicemails. One from the job I had had two callbacks for, and one from the damn company I had been waiting for a call from... Whole Foods. WTF? I've been waiting for jobs, and now two promising ones call almost simultaneously?
So, I called Whole Foods. And the guy seemed genuinely interested to talk to me. He definitely wanted to interview me. But, not until Monday. So... right after I come back from Pittsburgh. If I don't take the other job.
I talked to the chef from the restaurant who was ready to offer me the job. He wouldn't tell me what number he was offering, but they are starting training this weekend - when I will be out of town. So, we agreed that I would go in and talk to him some more tomorrow. I'm not sure how I feel. I don't know what it would take for me to just accept the job tomorrow without seeing what Whole Foods has to offer. I'm so bad at making decisions. I always feel like I panic and make the wrong one. So I don't want to do that again. But if I'm indecisive, this restaurant may not want me anymore either... and then I could interview with Whole Foods and not get the job, or not get a very good starting wage.
Decisions, decisions.....I've been out of work so long, that I don't want to make a misstep going back into the workforce!
Stay tuned!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
I'm not thaaaaaaaat dumb
I'm not. I know some of you, you know who you are. Or maybe you don't. You feel superior. Or you have the need to feel superior. Certainly, you must be more intelligent than me. I'm just a naive little girl. Of course, those who I'm writing about probably don't read this here poor lil old blog! So why do I feel the need to defend myself? Because sometimes I just want to be heard!
I'll have you know, that in elementary school, I was tested to be in the gifted program. I did not get in though. But, I think it was due to my emotional immaturity, not because of low IQ. That's what I like to think, anyway. I did get in during junior high, though. Sure, I might have been the least brilliant in the bunch... but I had made it into the gifted program, regardless of my rank.
I also got accepted to Boston University in the early acceptance program. That means I submitted my application sometime in the fall of my senior year and I got accepted before the spring semester started. I think I wrote an essay about A Clockwork Orange for my application. And I got in. Being myself. Of course, I didn't get to go. But that's a sign of intelligence, right?
Sure, I often do things or say things, or speak in a way that may make me seem cognitively challenged. My grammar might not be spot on, and my use of slang might be a little too low brow. But, everyone uses slang, and if someone uses no slang at all, it sounds strange and condescending.
Maybe it's difficult to think that the FP and I could move clear across the country and close the deal on a house exactly a month after landing here. There must be a lot of problems with the house. It was probably a bad deal. We probably paid too much. Or our mortgage rate is probably through the roof. There's probably lead paint and radon and the house is in a flood zone on top of a sinkhole. I do know how to read. I know how to use the internets. And I do know how to read between the lines. And I know what I like. So, here we are in our lovely abode, which is a work in progress.
I really wish our dining room chairs would arrive. They are going to be so cool looking, blue, purple, pink and black against our green wall, set up around our dining room table.
Okay, so maybe I have the same color preference as a 4 month old, but just because my color preference has never matured doesn't mean the rest of me hasn't.
Or maybe you don't think I am that dumb, but you like to prove to me that you are also intelligent and you know things that I don't. I am so fucking intelligent though, that I realize that everyone on this earth knows at least one thing I don't, but most likely way more than that.
Hm... realize that, this is not directed at everyone. There's just some people who feel the need to make me question myself more than I already do. That doesn't sound very nice. I have very low self esteem. I also have a poor self image. Why you gotta put me down more?
Anyway, all that matters is what I think. I think I'm dumb. I don't need you to make me feel dumber and insecurer than I already feel. Thanks.
I'll have you know, that in elementary school, I was tested to be in the gifted program. I did not get in though. But, I think it was due to my emotional immaturity, not because of low IQ. That's what I like to think, anyway. I did get in during junior high, though. Sure, I might have been the least brilliant in the bunch... but I had made it into the gifted program, regardless of my rank.
I also got accepted to Boston University in the early acceptance program. That means I submitted my application sometime in the fall of my senior year and I got accepted before the spring semester started. I think I wrote an essay about A Clockwork Orange for my application. And I got in. Being myself. Of course, I didn't get to go. But that's a sign of intelligence, right?
Sure, I often do things or say things, or speak in a way that may make me seem cognitively challenged. My grammar might not be spot on, and my use of slang might be a little too low brow. But, everyone uses slang, and if someone uses no slang at all, it sounds strange and condescending.
Maybe it's difficult to think that the FP and I could move clear across the country and close the deal on a house exactly a month after landing here. There must be a lot of problems with the house. It was probably a bad deal. We probably paid too much. Or our mortgage rate is probably through the roof. There's probably lead paint and radon and the house is in a flood zone on top of a sinkhole. I do know how to read. I know how to use the internets. And I do know how to read between the lines. And I know what I like. So, here we are in our lovely abode, which is a work in progress.
I really wish our dining room chairs would arrive. They are going to be so cool looking, blue, purple, pink and black against our green wall, set up around our dining room table.
Okay, so maybe I have the same color preference as a 4 month old, but just because my color preference has never matured doesn't mean the rest of me hasn't.
Or maybe you don't think I am that dumb, but you like to prove to me that you are also intelligent and you know things that I don't. I am so fucking intelligent though, that I realize that everyone on this earth knows at least one thing I don't, but most likely way more than that.
Hm... realize that, this is not directed at everyone. There's just some people who feel the need to make me question myself more than I already do. That doesn't sound very nice. I have very low self esteem. I also have a poor self image. Why you gotta put me down more?
Anyway, all that matters is what I think. I think I'm dumb. I don't need you to make me feel dumber and insecurer than I already feel. Thanks.
Monday, February 27, 2012
Another Day, Another Boat
Today was another completely different experience. I had a cooking interview, Top Chef style. Not sure how I did, but, oh well. Someone somewhere has to give me a job at some point, right?
Anyhoo, after we did our chores, we went down to Miami to meet the BFF and her Cuban Sandwich at Monty's, where they had docked the boat for an hour. Let me tell you, all the other boats were bigger than a house and three times more costly than a house as well.
So, we had several drinks at Monty's, and then we got on the boat. We motored around the bay, while the Cuban Sandwich blared music, and we drank beers. We stopped at Flager Memorial Island, and BFF jumped out of the boat before we even stopped. I have to admit, the water was pretty warm... but not quite warm enough for me to jump in, so I just waded around.
After that, we sped around some more. We tried to illegally dock on some closed dock. TFP and I were already off and walking, when a guy with a button up shirt and tie stopped us. He said, I'm going to ask them to leave, so you may want to get back on the boat. Did I tell you that BFF and the Cuban Sandwich were already shitfaced when we met up with them? So, the Cuban Sandwich just told the guy that we were trying to sneak up without him seeing us, because we were trying to get a drink at the VFW. Anyway, he ended up being fairly nice, and we left.
Then, we went to the famed Jimbo's. It's like this small cove off Virginia Key, with lots of interesting people hanging out. When we got to the dock, a bunch of the... "locals", I guess, were standing on the dock conversating, but really standing there to get a look at us. And we were warned about the mosquitos. Which there were a ton of. It's like a place out of a movie. Literally. According to the website, these shanty town shacks were built there for a movie set. Then later it was also used for Miami Vice, which I have never seen. The place is a shanty town, even though the shanties were just set props. But, sometime recently the movie set shacks were demolished. However, the dock and the beer shack is still there. Apparently the smoked fish is delicious, but we didn't have any. They don't take cards either, so be prepared if you go there. And there are a ton of cats and a few dogs running around. It's like one of the coolest places in the United States that I have ever been to. Really.
It had already gotten dark, so we slowly headed back to Monty's, with Portishead blaring. We went to dock so they could drop us off. This guy came hurrying over to help us, and to tell us that it costs money just to drop someone off there. $32. No one had that much cash. So we asked if he had an atm. He said he took cards. But then, he told us to not worry about it.... thank godness! I really didn't want to pay $32, just to get back on the dock to get to our car. I guess the parking is free for visitors, but if you get dropped off on the dock, that's where they get to your wallet.
Anyway, we got back to the house and ate the rest of our leftover arroz con pollo and watched TV. Another great day here in sunny South Florida (except for the cooking interview - unless I get the job and like it)!
Anyhoo, after we did our chores, we went down to Miami to meet the BFF and her Cuban Sandwich at Monty's, where they had docked the boat for an hour. Let me tell you, all the other boats were bigger than a house and three times more costly than a house as well.
So, we had several drinks at Monty's, and then we got on the boat. We motored around the bay, while the Cuban Sandwich blared music, and we drank beers. We stopped at Flager Memorial Island, and BFF jumped out of the boat before we even stopped. I have to admit, the water was pretty warm... but not quite warm enough for me to jump in, so I just waded around.
After that, we sped around some more. We tried to illegally dock on some closed dock. TFP and I were already off and walking, when a guy with a button up shirt and tie stopped us. He said, I'm going to ask them to leave, so you may want to get back on the boat. Did I tell you that BFF and the Cuban Sandwich were already shitfaced when we met up with them? So, the Cuban Sandwich just told the guy that we were trying to sneak up without him seeing us, because we were trying to get a drink at the VFW. Anyway, he ended up being fairly nice, and we left.
Then, we went to the famed Jimbo's. It's like this small cove off Virginia Key, with lots of interesting people hanging out. When we got to the dock, a bunch of the... "locals", I guess, were standing on the dock conversating, but really standing there to get a look at us. And we were warned about the mosquitos. Which there were a ton of. It's like a place out of a movie. Literally. According to the website, these shanty town shacks were built there for a movie set. Then later it was also used for Miami Vice, which I have never seen. The place is a shanty town, even though the shanties were just set props. But, sometime recently the movie set shacks were demolished. However, the dock and the beer shack is still there. Apparently the smoked fish is delicious, but we didn't have any. They don't take cards either, so be prepared if you go there. And there are a ton of cats and a few dogs running around. It's like one of the coolest places in the United States that I have ever been to. Really.
It had already gotten dark, so we slowly headed back to Monty's, with Portishead blaring. We went to dock so they could drop us off. This guy came hurrying over to help us, and to tell us that it costs money just to drop someone off there. $32. No one had that much cash. So we asked if he had an atm. He said he took cards. But then, he told us to not worry about it.... thank godness! I really didn't want to pay $32, just to get back on the dock to get to our car. I guess the parking is free for visitors, but if you get dropped off on the dock, that's where they get to your wallet.
Anyway, we got back to the house and ate the rest of our leftover arroz con pollo and watched TV. Another great day here in sunny South Florida (except for the cooking interview - unless I get the job and like it)!
Sunday, February 26, 2012
I had a Nola of a time today.
That is how I can best describe it. In New Orleans, there would be days when a group of people would start out the day, be it during Mardi Gras or some other holiday, a birthday or a day off together, and we would finish off the day together. And the whole day was great. Epic, as the FP would say.
And now, here I am in bed, blogging. This is the first time in a long ass time that I woke up and did not get on the internet all day until 11 pm.
So, we woke up fairly early after a long night of partying. It was windy and overcast. My BFF listened to the weather radio, and the weather didn't sound as bad as it looked, so we thought we would still try to go south and get on the boat that BFF had rented. We got ready and packed the car and headed south. We were on a mission to hit McDonald's before 10:30, to make it for breakfast. And wouldn't you know it, we walked into a McDonald's right at 10:30. And we each had our breakfast meals. It was disappointing. As it usually is. The idea of McDonald's breakfast every once in a great huge while sounds promising. But it rarely ever delivers. This is not a food blog, however.
So, then, we got to the marina. The rest of the "crew" was ready and waiting. The crew consisted of seven of us; BFF, me, TFP, Noel and Fiona, Alana and Blaine - who was the birthday boy. It was dark and foreboding looking. The guy who rented out the boats (the skipper?) asked who besides BFF knew how to sail. No one answered. The BFF said her one friend did. And then she said how we had all been on a boat with her before. And then that was enough for the skipper to feel more at ease, sending us out to sea on a windy day with a chance of rain.
So, we packed up the boat with a ton of booze and we headed off. And the motor died. Did I mention that 5 out of 7 of us don't know how to sail. Well... let's say 4. Anyway, after much hassle, and trying to fill the motor with gasoline even though it had some in it, the motor started again. I hate these kinds of situations, because, this is one instance in which I become completely stupid and unhelpful, and I just feel like dead weight. But I admit it. If we were lost at sea, I might be the first one to be murdered and consumed.
So we were just motoring down the intracoastal. It was pretty windy. With all the novices on board, we decided not to try to sail. Besides, last time BFF took me and TFP, and the other couple, Noel and Fiona, out on her boat in Lake Meade, it was too windy to attempt sailing. So, we just cruised around and then we docked at a restaurant and had lunch. It was nice. It threatened to rain for 10 minutes, and then the sun came out. And we were sitting on the dock with the rented boat moored at the dock.
But then we had to get back in the boat and push off. But it was easy enough. And we were off. The wind was somewhat calmer. So, at some point, BFF decided to try to sail. So, TFP and I ended up on the bow. We couldn't all be in the back, and let's face it, I probably would be of no help, and someone else needed to be in the front, so there we were, not helping. Until TFP had to help with the sail. And they got the sail up. And we were riding the waves.
It was scary when a huge yacht would pass by and create a large wake. We would go so far up and so far down. It was scary, then it was exhilarating and then I wanted to experience it again. I thought for sure I would come close to falling off, or at least lose my shoe. But, besides the motor dying again and another gas refill of the engine, we all arrived back at shore safe and sound. Besides needing to piss for the last hour and not wanting to negotiate going below deck and trying to pee in a party cup, it was great being on the boat.
And then we sat at the picnic table on the dock and drank. And drank. And drank. For several hours. The sun went down. And we were still hanging out. And then we decided to go eat dinner, as it was Blaine's birthday. By that point, Noel, Blaine and TFP were shitbagged.
We went to eat at an Italian restaurant not far away. They asked where we wanted to sit. When we told them that we were 7 and we were loud, they asked, "How would you like to sit outside?" And we answered that we would love to sit outside.
And we were loud. And inappropriate. And loud. And racist. And dirty. And loud. The word "fuckin" was used a lot. And Hitler was mentioned at one point. There was some conversation about a woman with a clydesdale, and the donkey show. There was also Noel trying to get someone, really anyone, to crash on their couch. Which turned the discussion somehow into another discussion about beastiality and Noel and Fiona's pet dog. I don't think I've laughed that hard that many times in one night in a long while. It was a good time. It was a great time. It was a memorable time. It was an epic time. It was a great time hanging out with my BFF and her great friends. It was one of those days that besides having to pee on the boat, I felt free to let my hair down. I don't do that so much lately. Too much stress, and worry and anxiety that I can't let go easily for long amounts of time. But today was an exception to the rule.
And now, here I am in bed, blogging. This is the first time in a long ass time that I woke up and did not get on the internet all day until 11 pm.
So, we woke up fairly early after a long night of partying. It was windy and overcast. My BFF listened to the weather radio, and the weather didn't sound as bad as it looked, so we thought we would still try to go south and get on the boat that BFF had rented. We got ready and packed the car and headed south. We were on a mission to hit McDonald's before 10:30, to make it for breakfast. And wouldn't you know it, we walked into a McDonald's right at 10:30. And we each had our breakfast meals. It was disappointing. As it usually is. The idea of McDonald's breakfast every once in a great huge while sounds promising. But it rarely ever delivers. This is not a food blog, however.
So, then, we got to the marina. The rest of the "crew" was ready and waiting. The crew consisted of seven of us; BFF, me, TFP, Noel and Fiona, Alana and Blaine - who was the birthday boy. It was dark and foreboding looking. The guy who rented out the boats (the skipper?) asked who besides BFF knew how to sail. No one answered. The BFF said her one friend did. And then she said how we had all been on a boat with her before. And then that was enough for the skipper to feel more at ease, sending us out to sea on a windy day with a chance of rain.
So, we packed up the boat with a ton of booze and we headed off. And the motor died. Did I mention that 5 out of 7 of us don't know how to sail. Well... let's say 4. Anyway, after much hassle, and trying to fill the motor with gasoline even though it had some in it, the motor started again. I hate these kinds of situations, because, this is one instance in which I become completely stupid and unhelpful, and I just feel like dead weight. But I admit it. If we were lost at sea, I might be the first one to be murdered and consumed.
So we were just motoring down the intracoastal. It was pretty windy. With all the novices on board, we decided not to try to sail. Besides, last time BFF took me and TFP, and the other couple, Noel and Fiona, out on her boat in Lake Meade, it was too windy to attempt sailing. So, we just cruised around and then we docked at a restaurant and had lunch. It was nice. It threatened to rain for 10 minutes, and then the sun came out. And we were sitting on the dock with the rented boat moored at the dock.
But then we had to get back in the boat and push off. But it was easy enough. And we were off. The wind was somewhat calmer. So, at some point, BFF decided to try to sail. So, TFP and I ended up on the bow. We couldn't all be in the back, and let's face it, I probably would be of no help, and someone else needed to be in the front, so there we were, not helping. Until TFP had to help with the sail. And they got the sail up. And we were riding the waves.
It was scary when a huge yacht would pass by and create a large wake. We would go so far up and so far down. It was scary, then it was exhilarating and then I wanted to experience it again. I thought for sure I would come close to falling off, or at least lose my shoe. But, besides the motor dying again and another gas refill of the engine, we all arrived back at shore safe and sound. Besides needing to piss for the last hour and not wanting to negotiate going below deck and trying to pee in a party cup, it was great being on the boat.
And then we sat at the picnic table on the dock and drank. And drank. And drank. For several hours. The sun went down. And we were still hanging out. And then we decided to go eat dinner, as it was Blaine's birthday. By that point, Noel, Blaine and TFP were shitbagged.
We went to eat at an Italian restaurant not far away. They asked where we wanted to sit. When we told them that we were 7 and we were loud, they asked, "How would you like to sit outside?" And we answered that we would love to sit outside.
And we were loud. And inappropriate. And loud. And racist. And dirty. And loud. The word "fuckin" was used a lot. And Hitler was mentioned at one point. There was some conversation about a woman with a clydesdale, and the donkey show. There was also Noel trying to get someone, really anyone, to crash on their couch. Which turned the discussion somehow into another discussion about beastiality and Noel and Fiona's pet dog. I don't think I've laughed that hard that many times in one night in a long while. It was a good time. It was a great time. It was a memorable time. It was an epic time. It was a great time hanging out with my BFF and her great friends. It was one of those days that besides having to pee on the boat, I felt free to let my hair down. I don't do that so much lately. Too much stress, and worry and anxiety that I can't let go easily for long amounts of time. But today was an exception to the rule.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
when am I ever going to have time to write a proper blog?
Not tonight. It's late. My BFF came into town around 3 pm and we started drinking. We had some of her friends over, and the first guests arrived sometime after 7. So, needless to say, it was a long day, and a long night. Drinks were had. Food was eaten. People jumped in the pool. My BFF spent a couple hours in the pool. The FP went in the pool. Funnily enough, I have never been in the pool all the way... and tonight wasn't the night for the first time. It was kind of cold out, so there was no way I was going in...
Anyway, good night. Great night. But now we got to get up early to go on a boat. You know I get seasick, right? Should be a fun day!
Anyway, good night. Great night. But now we got to get up early to go on a boat. You know I get seasick, right? Should be a fun day!
Friday, February 24, 2012
Holy Moly
Another long day. And need I remind you, I'm unemployed. Woke up early. Did shit. And more shit. And more shit. And some more shit. And I'm not even finished. Tomorrow will be a long day as well. Followed by the arrival of my BFF, and a part consisting of mostly people I've never met, and one person I haven't seen since high school. It should be fun and interesting, but there's a lot to do before we get to the drinking and socializing.
Anyway, I'm going to take this time to bitch once again, about other people.
Driving. I totally see why people honk so much around here. The lights suck. The timing is off, and there are not sensors. So sometimes, there's a long ass green light, and not one car is going that way. Other times, there is a long long long pause between the change from the turn lane green signal to the straight lane signal. And then, why do people have to drive so slow. Sooooo slow. Sometimes, they are looking for a street, and then all of a sudden, they will turn with no turn signal of course. It's maddening. I'm going to conduct an involuntary driving school. No cell phones. No eating. No reading. No ipad. No talking at all for some people. Always use the turn signal if turning or changing lanes. Never use the turn signal if just driving straight in the same lane. Be prepared for the light to turn green, and go as soon as it turns. Make sure you stop right behind the car in front of you. If you leave a gap, then you might be fucking someone behind you over. They might want to get into the turn lane, but thanks to you, they don't have enough room to get up there, and they will have to wait through another light to go. On the reverse side, don't follow people too closely. If there's not much traffic, then you should drive 5 miles above the speed limit, unless there's cops around or you're in a school zone. Never NEVER EVER speed in a school zone. Trust me on this one.
Thanks, and that's all. End of sermon. I need to take my vitamins, brush my teeth, floss my teeth, and then rinse with mouthwash, and then hit the hay....
Goodnight!
Anyway, I'm going to take this time to bitch once again, about other people.
Driving. I totally see why people honk so much around here. The lights suck. The timing is off, and there are not sensors. So sometimes, there's a long ass green light, and not one car is going that way. Other times, there is a long long long pause between the change from the turn lane green signal to the straight lane signal. And then, why do people have to drive so slow. Sooooo slow. Sometimes, they are looking for a street, and then all of a sudden, they will turn with no turn signal of course. It's maddening. I'm going to conduct an involuntary driving school. No cell phones. No eating. No reading. No ipad. No talking at all for some people. Always use the turn signal if turning or changing lanes. Never use the turn signal if just driving straight in the same lane. Be prepared for the light to turn green, and go as soon as it turns. Make sure you stop right behind the car in front of you. If you leave a gap, then you might be fucking someone behind you over. They might want to get into the turn lane, but thanks to you, they don't have enough room to get up there, and they will have to wait through another light to go. On the reverse side, don't follow people too closely. If there's not much traffic, then you should drive 5 miles above the speed limit, unless there's cops around or you're in a school zone. Never NEVER EVER speed in a school zone. Trust me on this one.
Thanks, and that's all. End of sermon. I need to take my vitamins, brush my teeth, floss my teeth, and then rinse with mouthwash, and then hit the hay....
Goodnight!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Loooooooooooooooooongest Day
So, we had a lot of stuff to do today. And we accomplished a good amount. My BFF is coming to visit on Saturday, and some of her friends are coming over Saturday evening, so it's a double amount of preparation. Not only do we have to clean the house, we have to make food for Saturday. Which is all good stuff, but, even without working, I feel like there still is never enough time.
Anyway, it's kind of late. I'm kind of tired. And I have a job interview tomorrow. I really have to get a job at this point. So I'm hoping they don't offer me part time work at really low pay. Because I may have to take it.
But, let's just bask in the glory of my little project that I knocked out tonight.
Our second bathroom needed a lot of work. It is all white tile with a glass walk in shower, and a cheap ugly vanity with leaky plumbing. We fixed the leak after many pains in the ass. We got an over the toilet space saver. And we got these fish bathtub decals that we put on the shower glass.
And tonight, I made this:
What the fuck is that, you may ask? It is a towel and toilet paper holder, duh. So, the whole wall is tile, so I can't just hang a towel bar so easily. So, being newly obsessed with Pinterest, I found a picture of a basket that someone hung on the wall to use to hold towels. That's when I realized, I could screw something into the ceiling and have it hang down the wall. So, I got wood. I got it at Home Depot, and I had them cut it. Then I got some hooks, picture hanging wire, and some cheap curtain rods. So, I just screwed the pieces of wood together, screw in the curtain rod brackets, tightened the part that holds the rods, and put them on. Then I hung the hooks and hung the frame from the hooks with the wire. I realized though, that the rods were very flimsy and that one towel was too heavy for it. So I took some more wire and hung it from the top of the frame and attached it to the middle rod that is the towel bar. Voila! It's reinforced. Okay, so it's unfinished, it's raw and amateurish looking, but it's that the fad now? Do you think I could sell it on Etsy or fab.com?!
Anyway, it's kind of late. I'm kind of tired. And I have a job interview tomorrow. I really have to get a job at this point. So I'm hoping they don't offer me part time work at really low pay. Because I may have to take it.
But, let's just bask in the glory of my little project that I knocked out tonight.
Our second bathroom needed a lot of work. It is all white tile with a glass walk in shower, and a cheap ugly vanity with leaky plumbing. We fixed the leak after many pains in the ass. We got an over the toilet space saver. And we got these fish bathtub decals that we put on the shower glass.
And tonight, I made this:
What the fuck is that, you may ask? It is a towel and toilet paper holder, duh. So, the whole wall is tile, so I can't just hang a towel bar so easily. So, being newly obsessed with Pinterest, I found a picture of a basket that someone hung on the wall to use to hold towels. That's when I realized, I could screw something into the ceiling and have it hang down the wall. So, I got wood. I got it at Home Depot, and I had them cut it. Then I got some hooks, picture hanging wire, and some cheap curtain rods. So, I just screwed the pieces of wood together, screw in the curtain rod brackets, tightened the part that holds the rods, and put them on. Then I hung the hooks and hung the frame from the hooks with the wire. I realized though, that the rods were very flimsy and that one towel was too heavy for it. So I took some more wire and hung it from the top of the frame and attached it to the middle rod that is the towel bar. Voila! It's reinforced. Okay, so it's unfinished, it's raw and amateurish looking, but it's that the fad now? Do you think I could sell it on Etsy or fab.com?!
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Bleauaaaaauuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's what I have to say.
I'm pretty frazzled. I should have a drink or something. But, I don't like to depend on chemicals to unwind when I have no desire to actually ingest them. That would make me dependent on them, wouldn't it. I do have a penchant for Nyquil. I realize I have this going on. If I were to let my affinity for the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so you can rest medicine get the better of me, then I would not only become addicted to the shit, but I would also become way less unproductive. It's so difficult to wake up from that stuff.
Less unproductive than being out of work for almost a year, you say? Impossible, you say? I'm sure I could be less unproductive. While I don't necessarily organize my time wisely, I do do stuff. I said do do. he he he he he (Peter Griffin laugh).
Anyhoo, why am I frazzled? Because we did our taxes. It was a very lengthy process. I am always trying to be organized, but I always fail when it's most important. Like organizing my shit just to start the process was an ordeal, because I hid the tax documents from myself. And then I hid them again. Tonight I worked myself into a frenzy trying to find them. I had made a new hanging file folder for them, and then I didn't put the folder in the filing cabinet. What was I thinking? That it wouldn't get mixed up with the other files, and that I would be able to find them quickly and easily in the house stuff drawer in the kitchen. Of course, that would have required me remembering that I had put it in the house stuff drawer in the kitchen.
But, whatever.
WHATEVER!
THE TAXES ARE DONE!!!!
And it's only February 22nd. Of course, I can't help but think that it was done wrong and it will come back it corrections. But, you know what, I'm not a tax preparer. My tax returns are often not quite correct. Hopefully, they are fine this time.... fingers crossed and knock on wood. I hate waiting for shit. If I had filed on April 15, I wouldn't even think about it because I know it takes longer if you file on tax day. But now I'm going to be checking my email and my snail mail to make sure I don't get any kind of bad tax return notices or anything.
Anyhoo. The taxes are done. I'm going to reward myself and my candida with a bowl of coconut ice cream with chocolate sauce.
Hooray!
I'm pretty frazzled. I should have a drink or something. But, I don't like to depend on chemicals to unwind when I have no desire to actually ingest them. That would make me dependent on them, wouldn't it. I do have a penchant for Nyquil. I realize I have this going on. If I were to let my affinity for the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so you can rest medicine get the better of me, then I would not only become addicted to the shit, but I would also become way less unproductive. It's so difficult to wake up from that stuff.
Less unproductive than being out of work for almost a year, you say? Impossible, you say? I'm sure I could be less unproductive. While I don't necessarily organize my time wisely, I do do stuff. I said do do. he he he he he (Peter Griffin laugh).
Anyhoo, why am I frazzled? Because we did our taxes. It was a very lengthy process. I am always trying to be organized, but I always fail when it's most important. Like organizing my shit just to start the process was an ordeal, because I hid the tax documents from myself. And then I hid them again. Tonight I worked myself into a frenzy trying to find them. I had made a new hanging file folder for them, and then I didn't put the folder in the filing cabinet. What was I thinking? That it wouldn't get mixed up with the other files, and that I would be able to find them quickly and easily in the house stuff drawer in the kitchen. Of course, that would have required me remembering that I had put it in the house stuff drawer in the kitchen.
But, whatever.
WHATEVER!
THE TAXES ARE DONE!!!!
And it's only February 22nd. Of course, I can't help but think that it was done wrong and it will come back it corrections. But, you know what, I'm not a tax preparer. My tax returns are often not quite correct. Hopefully, they are fine this time.... fingers crossed and knock on wood. I hate waiting for shit. If I had filed on April 15, I wouldn't even think about it because I know it takes longer if you file on tax day. But now I'm going to be checking my email and my snail mail to make sure I don't get any kind of bad tax return notices or anything.
Anyhoo. The taxes are done. I'm going to reward myself and my candida with a bowl of coconut ice cream with chocolate sauce.
Hooray!
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Fat Tuesday
It's Mardi Gras y'all! Woohoo! Yeeaaah! Yay! Hooray! Hoorah! Calu Calay! Oh frabjous day!
boo. I'm a wee bit sad. I had hoped to be more settled here in South Florida, thus, having the security to have gone to Mardi Gras. I mean, we have missed years, and there will be future Mardi Gras celebrations to attend. But it doesn't mean that I didn't want to go this year. We had thought about going. And we had even asked my friend if she had space for us. And when she got back to me and said she did, we had decided it would not be really a financially responsible idea to go. Being financially responsible is not one of our strong points. But we try. I've always tried, but my willpower is similar to that of a grossly obese person on a low carb diet passing by a french bakery.
Anyway, we still had a nice day. Domestic bliss. After we went to lunch with our friend, who then drove back up to New Orleans, we went back and cleaned up around the house a bit, and we had a shrimp and crab boil.
I gotta say, sitting on our lanai in the evening with a cool breeze, a glass of wine, and a plate of boiled goodness was a true moment of zen for me. The peace and ease and satisfaction and delight that the moment brought me was just as comforting as sitting on the beach, watching the waves, hearing them hit the shore, smelling the ocean.
So, I wasn't dressed in a ridiculous costume that slowly got beat up as the day wore on, I wasn't hammering back whatever alcohol I could get my hands on, and I wasn't staggering down St. Charles or Royal street with my close friends getting shitbagged, being ridiculous. I still had a memorable Mardi Gras. And sitting here on our comfortable couch, watching TV with the FP and our wonderful cats still makes me happy. And given whatever issues or problems I may have, I still got a good thing going here that I am wholly grateful for.
Happy Mardi Gras Y'all!!!
boo. I'm a wee bit sad. I had hoped to be more settled here in South Florida, thus, having the security to have gone to Mardi Gras. I mean, we have missed years, and there will be future Mardi Gras celebrations to attend. But it doesn't mean that I didn't want to go this year. We had thought about going. And we had even asked my friend if she had space for us. And when she got back to me and said she did, we had decided it would not be really a financially responsible idea to go. Being financially responsible is not one of our strong points. But we try. I've always tried, but my willpower is similar to that of a grossly obese person on a low carb diet passing by a french bakery.
Anyway, we still had a nice day. Domestic bliss. After we went to lunch with our friend, who then drove back up to New Orleans, we went back and cleaned up around the house a bit, and we had a shrimp and crab boil.
I gotta say, sitting on our lanai in the evening with a cool breeze, a glass of wine, and a plate of boiled goodness was a true moment of zen for me. The peace and ease and satisfaction and delight that the moment brought me was just as comforting as sitting on the beach, watching the waves, hearing them hit the shore, smelling the ocean.
So, I wasn't dressed in a ridiculous costume that slowly got beat up as the day wore on, I wasn't hammering back whatever alcohol I could get my hands on, and I wasn't staggering down St. Charles or Royal street with my close friends getting shitbagged, being ridiculous. I still had a memorable Mardi Gras. And sitting here on our comfortable couch, watching TV with the FP and our wonderful cats still makes me happy. And given whatever issues or problems I may have, I still got a good thing going here that I am wholly grateful for.
Happy Mardi Gras Y'all!!!
Monday, February 20, 2012
It's Not Me, It's My Lack Of Technology
So, here I am, sitting here in the living room on a breezy cool evening. The FP and our houseguest are out by the pool. I was sitting here, and I thought to myself, "If I had a smartphone I would hang out by the pool more often."
Sick.
Sick mind. See, the FP sits out there for hours by himself, spending most of the time on his iphone. Our friend also has a smartphone. Sure, the FP and our friend make conversation out there. But there are spaces of silence, when I know they are both on facebook or checking emails or whatever.
Yeah, I bring my Macbook Pro out on the lanai. But I don't want to take it outside the screen door. What if I am standing by the pool and I fling my Macbook Pro into the pool? I mean, I did fling the FP's phone across the floor before, and I broke the glass.
Anyway, the reality is, that I'm multitasking right now. I couldn't do that if I were outside. In here, I can watch TV and be on the laptop. Killing a swan and a toucan with one rock.
What am I watching, you ask? I know how you are always clamoring for that bit of information. I am watching Hoarding: Buried Alive. This is the best show to watch before I need to clean the house. So, I need to start cleaning the house tomorrow for our next visitor next weekend. The house is not too dirty right now, but there still isn't enough storage space. Anyway, after watching this show, I should be motivated to clean and organize every nook and cranny. It's a natural alternative to crystal meth. I mean I don't know that from experience, but my friend once told me that she knew someone who would take it and then clean their house.
Last night, I watched TV on the Macbook Pro in bed for the first time ever. Our house guest was kind of crashed out on the couch, and the FP was going to bed. So, I thought I would get on the Xfinity website and watch some TV. I had been waiting for a chance to check it out. I had thought about watching Twilight Eclipse, because I knew it was on demand and yesterday was the last day. Unfortunately, it was only available to watch on an actual TV. Well, I guess I could have googled how to watch it free online. But, instead, I decided to check out the TV selections online. Unfortunately, I had watched all the recent episodes of all my shows that I watch.
So, I delved into unfamiliar territory. As I announced last night, I watched this show "The Middle" which is a new ABC show. It's a sitcom about a family with 3 kids. I guess the middle is the awkward dorky overzealous teenage girl. The oldest is a high school boy and the youngest is a weird child emotionless child prodigy. This is what I gathered from the one episode. What did I think of it? There were a few sparse entertaining moments... but none of the characters were endearing, and it has nothing over Modern Family. Modern Family is so hilarious, that unfortunately, it is going to ruin my perspective of any family sitcom I watch after it. The bar is raised very high, that a pole vaulter on stilts might have trouble clearing it.
Sick.
Sick mind. See, the FP sits out there for hours by himself, spending most of the time on his iphone. Our friend also has a smartphone. Sure, the FP and our friend make conversation out there. But there are spaces of silence, when I know they are both on facebook or checking emails or whatever.
Yeah, I bring my Macbook Pro out on the lanai. But I don't want to take it outside the screen door. What if I am standing by the pool and I fling my Macbook Pro into the pool? I mean, I did fling the FP's phone across the floor before, and I broke the glass.
Anyway, the reality is, that I'm multitasking right now. I couldn't do that if I were outside. In here, I can watch TV and be on the laptop. Killing a swan and a toucan with one rock.
What am I watching, you ask? I know how you are always clamoring for that bit of information. I am watching Hoarding: Buried Alive. This is the best show to watch before I need to clean the house. So, I need to start cleaning the house tomorrow for our next visitor next weekend. The house is not too dirty right now, but there still isn't enough storage space. Anyway, after watching this show, I should be motivated to clean and organize every nook and cranny. It's a natural alternative to crystal meth. I mean I don't know that from experience, but my friend once told me that she knew someone who would take it and then clean their house.
Last night, I watched TV on the Macbook Pro in bed for the first time ever. Our house guest was kind of crashed out on the couch, and the FP was going to bed. So, I thought I would get on the Xfinity website and watch some TV. I had been waiting for a chance to check it out. I had thought about watching Twilight Eclipse, because I knew it was on demand and yesterday was the last day. Unfortunately, it was only available to watch on an actual TV. Well, I guess I could have googled how to watch it free online. But, instead, I decided to check out the TV selections online. Unfortunately, I had watched all the recent episodes of all my shows that I watch.
So, I delved into unfamiliar territory. As I announced last night, I watched this show "The Middle" which is a new ABC show. It's a sitcom about a family with 3 kids. I guess the middle is the awkward dorky overzealous teenage girl. The oldest is a high school boy and the youngest is a weird child emotionless child prodigy. This is what I gathered from the one episode. What did I think of it? There were a few sparse entertaining moments... but none of the characters were endearing, and it has nothing over Modern Family. Modern Family is so hilarious, that unfortunately, it is going to ruin my perspective of any family sitcom I watch after it. The bar is raised very high, that a pole vaulter on stilts might have trouble clearing it.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Depressing TV
Have you ever turned on the TV and everything you end up watching is dark and disturbing? Maybe that's just me, then. So, my regular watching TV 15 hours a day has been thrown off by our friend coming into town yesterday.
So, today, I didn't even watch TV until around noon. I flipped around, and there was the series called "Drugs Inc." This episode was halfway over. It was about ketamine, which I know pretty much nothing about it. Except there's something called a K hole and apparently it's addictive. What I did find out by the end of the show was that prolonged use of K will ruin one's bladder. The one case study that was one of the subjects of the documentary had to have reconstructive surgery. His old bladder had to be removed. He lifted his shirt and showed a scar that ran all the way down his middle. This was from the doctors taking part of his intestine and fashioning a new bladder for him, and then inserting it. So, now he has to use a catheter to piss. Horrible. Don't do drugs kids, and stay in school because school is cool.
The next documentary that I watched the end part of was about mail order brides in the UK. I didn't get to hear exactly how they are classified, but when they go to the UK to marry, they don't become UK citizens. Which means they don't have the same rights that UK citizens have. So, say, they marry a horrible violent man. Which is possible, because the mail order bride agencies aren't very stringent about denying men with a violent record a bride. So, if the mail order bride goes to the police to ask for help, they will basically send the woman back home to the husband. Of course if the husband finds out, then he will beat her. These brides, who a majority are asian, have no idea what they are getting themselves into. A lot of them are desperate and need money for their families. They think that these men must be rich and live in castles and will bestow an enchanted life on them as mail order brides. The opposite is often true. They are doomed to be pent up in small one bedroom flats, to cook and clean and be available for any and every sexual act that the husband would like to indulge in. A lot of the ads will extoll the virtues of the mail order brides - like saying how the asians are submissive, or how they will be a good quiet housewife. Yes, we still are in the dark ages.
The next documentary was about forced marriages also in the UK, but I didn't get to see this one.
So, tonight, I got back to the boob tube, and I started watching the series "Snapped". It's about someone who snaps and trys to kill someone. The first story was about a girl who lived with her dad. She got her boyfriend to help her kill her dad by telling him that her dad beat him, when he really didn't. Her dad had gotten angry at her for using his credit card, so she had had enough. They bashed him with a baseball bat and then rolled him in a duvet and stuffed him upside down in a rubbermaid container. The creepy thing about this girl was the image changes. When she was arrested, she looks like a smart ass teen. During the trial, she does her hair all curly like a perm or something. The footage they show of her makes it look like she doesn't give a fuck. When she gets convicted, she announces that she killed her dad and her boyfriend had nothing to do with it. But when he is tried, he is still found guilty. During his trial, though, she testifies again and tells the court how she killed her dad. This time, her hair is in what looks like corn rows maybe. It is separated and stringy looking, but it's hard to tell. She has all this dark makeup on. The prosecutor asks her what was with the new look. She tells him that she has had that look for a long time. But pictures of her went she is sent to jail look much different.
After that, another Snapped. This one was one I had mostly seen before. These two women were business partners in a lingerie shop that offered private modelling. One woman got sick and told the other to take the business. A while later, the other woman basically got evicted and closed down the store. The other woman got pissed, but didn't really vocalize it. Instead she started shooting at the ex business partner's house. She skipped out on her hearing and went off to hide and start a new life. Eventually she got caught. So, what would have originally been a 5 - 10 year sentence became a 20 sentence with no eligibility for parole. Oooh. Tough break.
The last one was about an older couple that was about to get divorced. Before they could get divorced, the wife murdered the husband, wrapped him in a tarp with duck tape and threw him in the back of her Ford Explorer. When the police searched the house and found the body, she said she killed him in self defense and was in shock and didn't know what to do - for a few days. The problem was, all the wounds were inflicted from the back.
Ah, uplifting Sunday TV. Gotta love it. It's so bad to watch show after show of depressing dark negative shit, but it's so easy to watch one, after the other, after the other, after the other. What is wrong with me that I would do that? I need to watch something sickly sweet to counteract it. Hm... let's see what I can find. Ever heard of some ABC series called "The Middle"? Let's give it a try.
So, today, I didn't even watch TV until around noon. I flipped around, and there was the series called "Drugs Inc." This episode was halfway over. It was about ketamine, which I know pretty much nothing about it. Except there's something called a K hole and apparently it's addictive. What I did find out by the end of the show was that prolonged use of K will ruin one's bladder. The one case study that was one of the subjects of the documentary had to have reconstructive surgery. His old bladder had to be removed. He lifted his shirt and showed a scar that ran all the way down his middle. This was from the doctors taking part of his intestine and fashioning a new bladder for him, and then inserting it. So, now he has to use a catheter to piss. Horrible. Don't do drugs kids, and stay in school because school is cool.
The next documentary that I watched the end part of was about mail order brides in the UK. I didn't get to hear exactly how they are classified, but when they go to the UK to marry, they don't become UK citizens. Which means they don't have the same rights that UK citizens have. So, say, they marry a horrible violent man. Which is possible, because the mail order bride agencies aren't very stringent about denying men with a violent record a bride. So, if the mail order bride goes to the police to ask for help, they will basically send the woman back home to the husband. Of course if the husband finds out, then he will beat her. These brides, who a majority are asian, have no idea what they are getting themselves into. A lot of them are desperate and need money for their families. They think that these men must be rich and live in castles and will bestow an enchanted life on them as mail order brides. The opposite is often true. They are doomed to be pent up in small one bedroom flats, to cook and clean and be available for any and every sexual act that the husband would like to indulge in. A lot of the ads will extoll the virtues of the mail order brides - like saying how the asians are submissive, or how they will be a good quiet housewife. Yes, we still are in the dark ages.
The next documentary was about forced marriages also in the UK, but I didn't get to see this one.
So, tonight, I got back to the boob tube, and I started watching the series "Snapped". It's about someone who snaps and trys to kill someone. The first story was about a girl who lived with her dad. She got her boyfriend to help her kill her dad by telling him that her dad beat him, when he really didn't. Her dad had gotten angry at her for using his credit card, so she had had enough. They bashed him with a baseball bat and then rolled him in a duvet and stuffed him upside down in a rubbermaid container. The creepy thing about this girl was the image changes. When she was arrested, she looks like a smart ass teen. During the trial, she does her hair all curly like a perm or something. The footage they show of her makes it look like she doesn't give a fuck. When she gets convicted, she announces that she killed her dad and her boyfriend had nothing to do with it. But when he is tried, he is still found guilty. During his trial, though, she testifies again and tells the court how she killed her dad. This time, her hair is in what looks like corn rows maybe. It is separated and stringy looking, but it's hard to tell. She has all this dark makeup on. The prosecutor asks her what was with the new look. She tells him that she has had that look for a long time. But pictures of her went she is sent to jail look much different.
After that, another Snapped. This one was one I had mostly seen before. These two women were business partners in a lingerie shop that offered private modelling. One woman got sick and told the other to take the business. A while later, the other woman basically got evicted and closed down the store. The other woman got pissed, but didn't really vocalize it. Instead she started shooting at the ex business partner's house. She skipped out on her hearing and went off to hide and start a new life. Eventually she got caught. So, what would have originally been a 5 - 10 year sentence became a 20 sentence with no eligibility for parole. Oooh. Tough break.
The last one was about an older couple that was about to get divorced. Before they could get divorced, the wife murdered the husband, wrapped him in a tarp with duck tape and threw him in the back of her Ford Explorer. When the police searched the house and found the body, she said she killed him in self defense and was in shock and didn't know what to do - for a few days. The problem was, all the wounds were inflicted from the back.
Ah, uplifting Sunday TV. Gotta love it. It's so bad to watch show after show of depressing dark negative shit, but it's so easy to watch one, after the other, after the other, after the other. What is wrong with me that I would do that? I need to watch something sickly sweet to counteract it. Hm... let's see what I can find. Ever heard of some ABC series called "The Middle"? Let's give it a try.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
I'm not a huge fan of Saturdays
I think working in the service industry for so long has ruined me for Saturdays.
Sure, there's lots of stuff going on on any given Saturday. But that means there are a lot of people going to this stuff going on. A lot. Like take for instance, this Saturday. We decided to go to the tiki bar that we went to on the FP's birthday. So, we went to park in the public parking lot across from the tiki bar, and it was full. And there was traffic. So, we had to drive to the other bigger parking garage down the street. And we had to drive up to the fifth floor to find an open space.
But, I've gotta say, the view from the parking garage was spectacular. It looked out onto the beach and the ocean. It didn't look like the weekday mornings Hollywood Beach that I was used to seeing from the ground. That was the most amazing parking garage that I didn't have to pay for. Well, I paid for a yearly parking pass, I guess.
Anyway, one of the things that always bothered me about going to the beach was the effort it took to get to the beach through traffic, then to park, then to walk across the parking lot to the beach. The nice thing about living here is that we can just go to the beach, park and we're there. Except for today. Not that it was anything like trying to find a space at Mission Beach at the same time of day, which would have taken maybe half an hour.
There have been so many times in the last year, when we have been deciding what to do, and everything is shot down because... "it's Saturday though, it'll be packed."
I like all the things that are going on during the weekend, but I don't want to deal with all the people that are doing all those things. Unless they were all likeminded people, of course. So, like, if it's seeing live music or going to an Oktoberfest, then there's probably likeminded people. In both cases there will be drinking. In one case, hopefully good music. In the other case, hopefully good food.
So, we just came back from hanging out at a dive bar in South Beach. Our friend is in town for the weekend. He used to live there, so we went to his old local. So, there were a lot of people driving into town along with us. But, somehow, we ended up with a pretty sweet parking spot. And then, the bar was almost empty. Until the Dirty 30 bar crawl came it. Then it was loud and packed with drunk people. What one would expect at any decent bar on a Saturday night. Not the TV and movie South Beach scene, mind you, more of a normal people kind of crowd. But, they were getting a little annoying. They were crowding in from all sides. I hate when someone comes and stands at the bar next to my chair, but they lean against the side. So, then, I can't fully sit back in my chair, unless I want to be touching their butt with my hip. Which, I did not.
It was funny though. There was one guy at the corner of the bar by himself. He had come in before the crowd. The crowd had taken over and left him no personal space of his own. Yet he just sat there, seemingly unbothered.
There was also a guy who walked in after the crowd started gathering at the bar. This guy sat at a table by himself. He appeared to be writing in a little journal. He also seemed unflustered by the crowd. Interesting. I guess I'm just like a cranky old person. I don't like loud noise and crowds unless I'm in the middle of the action taking part in it.
Sure, there's lots of stuff going on on any given Saturday. But that means there are a lot of people going to this stuff going on. A lot. Like take for instance, this Saturday. We decided to go to the tiki bar that we went to on the FP's birthday. So, we went to park in the public parking lot across from the tiki bar, and it was full. And there was traffic. So, we had to drive to the other bigger parking garage down the street. And we had to drive up to the fifth floor to find an open space.
But, I've gotta say, the view from the parking garage was spectacular. It looked out onto the beach and the ocean. It didn't look like the weekday mornings Hollywood Beach that I was used to seeing from the ground. That was the most amazing parking garage that I didn't have to pay for. Well, I paid for a yearly parking pass, I guess.
Anyway, one of the things that always bothered me about going to the beach was the effort it took to get to the beach through traffic, then to park, then to walk across the parking lot to the beach. The nice thing about living here is that we can just go to the beach, park and we're there. Except for today. Not that it was anything like trying to find a space at Mission Beach at the same time of day, which would have taken maybe half an hour.
There have been so many times in the last year, when we have been deciding what to do, and everything is shot down because... "it's Saturday though, it'll be packed."
I like all the things that are going on during the weekend, but I don't want to deal with all the people that are doing all those things. Unless they were all likeminded people, of course. So, like, if it's seeing live music or going to an Oktoberfest, then there's probably likeminded people. In both cases there will be drinking. In one case, hopefully good music. In the other case, hopefully good food.
So, we just came back from hanging out at a dive bar in South Beach. Our friend is in town for the weekend. He used to live there, so we went to his old local. So, there were a lot of people driving into town along with us. But, somehow, we ended up with a pretty sweet parking spot. And then, the bar was almost empty. Until the Dirty 30 bar crawl came it. Then it was loud and packed with drunk people. What one would expect at any decent bar on a Saturday night. Not the TV and movie South Beach scene, mind you, more of a normal people kind of crowd. But, they were getting a little annoying. They were crowding in from all sides. I hate when someone comes and stands at the bar next to my chair, but they lean against the side. So, then, I can't fully sit back in my chair, unless I want to be touching their butt with my hip. Which, I did not.
It was funny though. There was one guy at the corner of the bar by himself. He had come in before the crowd. The crowd had taken over and left him no personal space of his own. Yet he just sat there, seemingly unbothered.
There was also a guy who walked in after the crowd started gathering at the bar. This guy sat at a table by himself. He appeared to be writing in a little journal. He also seemed unflustered by the crowd. Interesting. I guess I'm just like a cranky old person. I don't like loud noise and crowds unless I'm in the middle of the action taking part in it.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Boy I need a shower
But, I'm not going to take one tonight. Even though I really should. When I took a piss a little while ago... I could smell my ass. Sorry. Is that TMI?
Oh, c'mon. Everyone has had a stinky ass before. It's like, if I told you I took a shit or was on the rag, would that be appalling to you also?
Anywho. The FP woke up with another eye infection. I don't think this one is nearly as bad as that one he had in November though, thankfully. So, he took some Nyquil and went to sleep for several hours. That left me to... do whatever I felt like. So, I went to the grocery store to get coffee, and some food for dinner. I got that stuff, then I went back home and made some coffee. It was kind of watery. But I drank it. Then, I thought about doing yard work. I went out back. There's a lot to do back there.
So, I went to the store to get stuff. I spent most of the time at Big Lots. But I also went to Home Goods too.
And an hour and forty-five minutes I got home. Just in time to make lunch with some of our tender butter lettuce in the little side garden next to the fence. That was some good salad!
After lunch, the FP went back to bed. So, I went to try to put the overgrown tomato plants in tomato cages. The problem was, the dog next door was barking at me and trying to dig under the fence to get at me.
So, what did I do? I got back in the car and went to Petsmart. I bought some cat treats, and some dog treats too. Then I went home and started working on the tomato plants again. When the dog started barking, I threw a dog treat over the fence. At first, I don't think he or she noticed it.
I don't think these dogs have ever had dog treats. They are just backyard dogs, guard dogs. Which is fine if the weather is temperate, I guess. After he barked a few times and I threw a few treats over, he or she found them, I suppose. There was a longer pause. I got the cut tree branches and palm fronds laying around and kind of put them as close to the fence as I could, with a shovel. There was no way I was going to stick my hand anywhere near that fence. I kind of tried to make a barrier so that the dog couldn't just dig into my backyard. Luckily, the garbage truck was making it's rounds in the alley, so the two dogs focused all their attention barking at the truck. I tried to get my work done asap.
I had time to haphazardly get the tomato plant near the fence into the tomato cage. Then I tried to replant the poor shriveled purple carrots. We bought them but didn't plant them for like a week or more, and now I think they are hopeless. But, I put in new dirt anyway and put them back in and watered them. I had to at least try to save them!
After the gardening (downhill, not uphill) was done, I started to clean the pool a little. I had cleaned the leaves a couple days ago, but there was a shitload of ants and pollen. And also lots of sand on the bottom. So, I fucked with the skimmer for at least half an hour. It wasn't... skimming. There was barely any suction. So I messed with the valves, I cleaned out the baskets, eventually, it started working a little better. But I think there was too much water in the pool. So, I just took a blue industrial cleaning cloth and started wiping the pool tiles of the ant and pollen buildup. When the shit all floated free by the side of the pool, I would skim it. So, wipe, wipe, skim, skim, scooch, schooch, wipe, wipe , skim, skim. All around the pool. Of course, there was all the shit floating in the middle of the pool and the bottom that I wasn't getting. But, I went around the rim of the pool 3 times, I think. It still looked dirty and gross, but, it was slightly better. I could have spent another 2 or 3 hours cleaning the pool. Even though it's really too cold to go in. But, it was time to start dinner. So, I made dinner.
Wasn't this an exciting blog entry. You only wish your life was half as exciting as mine, right? I've become a not very effective housewife! Man, do I need a job bad!
All that just to explain to you why my ass stinks.
Oh, c'mon. Everyone has had a stinky ass before. It's like, if I told you I took a shit or was on the rag, would that be appalling to you also?
Anywho. The FP woke up with another eye infection. I don't think this one is nearly as bad as that one he had in November though, thankfully. So, he took some Nyquil and went to sleep for several hours. That left me to... do whatever I felt like. So, I went to the grocery store to get coffee, and some food for dinner. I got that stuff, then I went back home and made some coffee. It was kind of watery. But I drank it. Then, I thought about doing yard work. I went out back. There's a lot to do back there.
So, I went to the store to get stuff. I spent most of the time at Big Lots. But I also went to Home Goods too.
And an hour and forty-five minutes I got home. Just in time to make lunch with some of our tender butter lettuce in the little side garden next to the fence. That was some good salad!
After lunch, the FP went back to bed. So, I went to try to put the overgrown tomato plants in tomato cages. The problem was, the dog next door was barking at me and trying to dig under the fence to get at me.
So, what did I do? I got back in the car and went to Petsmart. I bought some cat treats, and some dog treats too. Then I went home and started working on the tomato plants again. When the dog started barking, I threw a dog treat over the fence. At first, I don't think he or she noticed it.
I don't think these dogs have ever had dog treats. They are just backyard dogs, guard dogs. Which is fine if the weather is temperate, I guess. After he barked a few times and I threw a few treats over, he or she found them, I suppose. There was a longer pause. I got the cut tree branches and palm fronds laying around and kind of put them as close to the fence as I could, with a shovel. There was no way I was going to stick my hand anywhere near that fence. I kind of tried to make a barrier so that the dog couldn't just dig into my backyard. Luckily, the garbage truck was making it's rounds in the alley, so the two dogs focused all their attention barking at the truck. I tried to get my work done asap.
I had time to haphazardly get the tomato plant near the fence into the tomato cage. Then I tried to replant the poor shriveled purple carrots. We bought them but didn't plant them for like a week or more, and now I think they are hopeless. But, I put in new dirt anyway and put them back in and watered them. I had to at least try to save them!
After the gardening (downhill, not uphill) was done, I started to clean the pool a little. I had cleaned the leaves a couple days ago, but there was a shitload of ants and pollen. And also lots of sand on the bottom. So, I fucked with the skimmer for at least half an hour. It wasn't... skimming. There was barely any suction. So I messed with the valves, I cleaned out the baskets, eventually, it started working a little better. But I think there was too much water in the pool. So, I just took a blue industrial cleaning cloth and started wiping the pool tiles of the ant and pollen buildup. When the shit all floated free by the side of the pool, I would skim it. So, wipe, wipe, skim, skim, scooch, schooch, wipe, wipe , skim, skim. All around the pool. Of course, there was all the shit floating in the middle of the pool and the bottom that I wasn't getting. But, I went around the rim of the pool 3 times, I think. It still looked dirty and gross, but, it was slightly better. I could have spent another 2 or 3 hours cleaning the pool. Even though it's really too cold to go in. But, it was time to start dinner. So, I made dinner.
Wasn't this an exciting blog entry. You only wish your life was half as exciting as mine, right? I've become a not very effective housewife! Man, do I need a job bad!
All that just to explain to you why my ass stinks.
FIN
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Craigslist....again....
So, I know I do this quite often, but this is weird. I was looking in the domestic help section, and there were even more shady ads than usual, it seemed.
I think this one is for a female superhero?
Date: 2012-02-12, 4:50PM EST
Reply to: 4prdq-2848220851@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Is this one for sex or drugs, or both?
Date: 2012-02-13, 5:38PM EST
Reply to: vsxrt-2850043549@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Obviously escorts, but maybe some dumb girl would answer this and get roped into it. Next thing she knows, she's got her face in the lap of some business man from Wisconsin who's talking about his wife and how he never does this, but he was just so tense....
Date: 2012-02-14, 1:17AM EST
Reply to: fjbqc-2850625026@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Maybe this one is totally legit, but the first sentence just sounds creepy to me. Maybe it's me. My mind must just be in the gutter.
Date: 2012-02-16, 6:12AM EST
Reply to: shgqx-2854080167@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Aren't there companies you can call for this instead of going on craigslist?!?
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:03PM EST
Reply to: 7rczf-2854971815@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Here are some listings under "talent". Seems like a loose definition to me. I love the explanation of the pay.
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:29PM EST
Reply to: qq3nt-2855021072@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Quick cash, right?
Date: 2012-02-16, 3:46PM EST
Reply to: 3gcnd-2854937957@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
This one is for the type a go getters... who like to "network".
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:08PM EST
Reply to: d5rmt-2854980503@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
This one is great. How can you turn down the pay rate of $15.000 per month?!? A whole 15 dollars????!!!!
Date: 2012-02-16, 3:11PM EST
Reply to: zt49t-2828866026@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
I sent in my resume and my photo to all of these.... waiting to hear back...... hopefully I'll be working tonight, or definitely by tomorrow night? If lucky, I'll get the one that pays in food?
I think this one is for a female superhero?
Your HIRED (Pompano/Boca)
Date: 2012-02-12, 4:50PM EST
Reply to: 4prdq-2848220851@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Looking to hire someone for Monday night around 7:30.
Female
Ask for details
PostingID: 2848220851Female
Ask for details
- Location: Pompano/Boca
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: Ask
Is this one for sex or drugs, or both?
NEW SOBE BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY (Dade&Broward)
Date: 2012-02-13, 5:38PM EST
Reply to: vsxrt-2850043549@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
We are starting a new and exciting business on beautiful south beach and we are looking for some outgoing, fun, quick learning, energetic, and money motivated people to help us grow a new market in this area. We are fun people who love to have a good time while making serious incomes. If you fit the above criteria please give us a call for more information. Please call 954 699 8467 and leave a detailed message with your name and number, and we will return your call asap. Serious inquiries only please. Thank you.
PostingID: 2850043549- Location: Dade&Broward
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: Great pay
Obviously escorts, but maybe some dumb girl would answer this and get roped into it. Next thing she knows, she's got her face in the lap of some business man from Wisconsin who's talking about his wife and how he never does this, but he was just so tense....
Party Girls Make the Most (South Beach)
Date: 2012-02-14, 1:17AM EST
Reply to: fjbqc-2850625026@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Want to make money? Are you a beautiful girl with a sunny side then email Anna for more information.
PostingID: 2850625026- Location: South Beach
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: $300 to $1000 a day
Maybe this one is totally legit, but the first sentence just sounds creepy to me. Maybe it's me. My mind must just be in the gutter.
House Assistant - $100-$200 CASH (Miami beach)
Date: 2012-02-16, 6:12AM EST
Reply to: shgqx-2854080167@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
I'm in need of a woman to assist one night a week for a few hours. (Sunday or Monday evenings)
Prepare a nice meal.
Tidy up the place and do the dishes.
Maybe some Shopping.
Must be english speaking please.
Be trustworthy.
Reliable.
Clean and neat appearance.
NO RESUMES please, just a brief description and why you are the best candidate.
:
PostingID: 2854080167Prepare a nice meal.
Tidy up the place and do the dishes.
Maybe some Shopping.
Must be english speaking please.
Be trustworthy.
Reliable.
Clean and neat appearance.
NO RESUMES please, just a brief description and why you are the best candidate.
:
- Location: Miami beach
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: $100+
Aren't there companies you can call for this instead of going on craigslist?!?
Erotic Massage Wanted (West Palm Beach)
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:03PM EST
Reply to: 7rczf-2854971815@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
I would like to hire a beautiful female to give my wife and I a sensual massage at our hotel room over the weekend. We are both very attractive, athletic, and fun. Please send a picture if interested.
PostingID: 2854971815- Location: West Palm Beach
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: Negotiable
Here are some listings under "talent". Seems like a loose definition to me. I love the explanation of the pay.
Looking for Video Chicks (South Florida)
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:29PM EST
Reply to: qq3nt-2855021072@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Looking for girls for party scene
This gig is not a paying one but food will be provided
Also the main video model has not been cast and one of you lucky ladies may be cast as her( she will be compensated)
The shoot will be held on February 25th from 10 to 3
If interested reply back with contact information and a picture of yourself
PostingID: 2855021072This gig is not a paying one but food will be provided
Also the main video model has not been cast and one of you lucky ladies may be cast as her( she will be compensated)
The shoot will be held on February 25th from 10 to 3
If interested reply back with contact information and a picture of yourself
- Location: South Florida
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: no pay
Quick cash, right?
Model tonight for cash (Brwd)
Date: 2012-02-16, 3:46PM EST
Reply to: 3gcnd-2854937957@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Modeling job available tonight. If you need to make a little cash tonight, have a good figure and not shy, write now with a photo to secure this gig. No modeling experience needed.
PostingID: 2854937957- Location: Brwd
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: no pay
This one is for the type a go getters... who like to "network".
VIP___ Bottle Servers (Miami )
Date: 2012-02-16, 4:08PM EST
Reply to: d5rmt-2854980503@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
Casting hardworking female models with outgoing personalities. There are 7 open positions to be filled.
The model's responsibilities include greeting, serving, and entertaining our guests.
We seek models who are not only attractive but have the fun personality to go with it.
This is also a great opportunity to network with a high end crowd.
If you're interested, respond with an email with the following info:
Earn $ 250 Per day
* NAME
* PHONE NUMBER
* EXPERIENCE
* AGE
* MIN 5 PHOTOS
Indicate . " VIP SERVER " . in the subject line.
The model's responsibilities include greeting, serving, and entertaining our guests.
We seek models who are not only attractive but have the fun personality to go with it.
This is also a great opportunity to network with a high end crowd.
If you're interested, respond with an email with the following info:
Earn $ 250 Per day
* NAME
* PHONE NUMBER
* EXPERIENCE
* AGE
* MIN 5 PHOTOS
Indicate . " VIP SERVER " . in the subject line.
This one is great. How can you turn down the pay rate of $15.000 per month?!? A whole 15 dollars????!!!!
Italian Company From Milan $15.000 Month Top Female Models no exp (Ftlauderdale Fla,)
Date: 2012-02-16, 3:11PM EST
Reply to: zt49t-2828866026@gigs.craigslist.org [Errors when replying to ads?]
This Is A Top Escort Service Cliants From All Over The World. France,Germany,Dubai,Turkey,Saudi Arabia,Italy,And More.
Please We Are Looking For Sexy And Hot Girls For This GIG,
Are You A Open Minded And Love To Have Fun And Make Money?
Please Send Pictures They Don't Have To Be Model Pictures. You Can Take Pictures Front Of The Mirrow With Your Phono Camera,
PostingID: 2828866026Please We Are Looking For Sexy And Hot Girls For This GIG,
Are You A Open Minded And Love To Have Fun And Make Money?
Please Send Pictures They Don't Have To Be Model Pictures. You Can Take Pictures Front Of The Mirrow With Your Phono Camera,
- Location: Ftlauderdale Fla,
- it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
- Compensation: $15.000
I sent in my resume and my photo to all of these.... waiting to hear back...... hopefully I'll be working tonight, or definitely by tomorrow night? If lucky, I'll get the one that pays in food?
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Anal Schmanal
Okay, I'm a little OCD!!! I admit it. I like my numbers even and my food presentation odd. Like if I set an alarm, I set it for 6:34 or 6:36, but not 6:35. Although, I rarely use 6:30, for some reason. It is an even number, but it feels too exact, I think.
As for the food thing, I would rather put five asparagus on a plate instead of four. It just seems more .... evenly balanced. In a lot of instances, you really need to put two halves of something on a plate, which is okay with me. But if I can put three pieces instead, I will.
So, I washed the sheets today. I am trying to be better about this, seeing as how we both have allergies. I'm not OCD in the neat freak sense. It's kind of unfortunate, because I almost wish I was. I don't want to horrify you, but I can't even recall how often we used to wash sheets. Let's just say that usually it would be prompted because they actually felt dirty, something spilled on them, or a cat shat, pissed or threw up on them. We rarely ever just thought to wash them on a regular basis.
I went to put the pillow cases back on the pillows. Easy enough task. Unless you are me. We have differently colored solid color pillow cases. There are currently two purples, one light blue, one grey and one red. So generally, the two purples go with the two older nicest pillows we have. The grey goes to my second pillow, which is a new fluffy one with no support. The red pillow case goes on my old flat pillow. And the light blue one goes onto the FP's new fluffy pillow. He also has an old flat one with a black pillow case, but it's currently hanging out on the couch. The FP ends up sleeping on only one or no pillow sometimes anyway.
Anyway, I started putting the pillow cases on randomly. I thought, what if the FP got both purples for his pillows, then we would know the purples are his? But then, that left my pillow colors to be grey, red and light blue. EAEEAEEEH! (sound of a buzzer) You can't put red and light blue together. If they are in two piles of pillows on the bed, that's ok. But they can't be in the same pile. So, I switched the purple back. Although, I might have put the grey on my old nicest pillow. So, I know, that's my goto pillow if I can only choose one in an emergency.
Yeah, I know, it's a little too much thought put into pillow cases. And I can't quite explain it to the FP, but he must think I'm nuttier than squirrel poop (to use his terminology) when he grabs a pillow and I rearrange them all. It's kind of something that I might have explained to him once, but probably not this indepth. Anyway, if he reads this, then maybe he will gain a little more understanding into my OCD psyche, and how I'm not always necessarily nagging because of something he is doing wrong, per se, but because I need to have things a certain way for no other reason than that I'm OCD.
Anyway, another major OCD thing happened tonight.
So, we've been doing these cooking videos with him being his silly self and cooking food. If you haven't seen them and you would like to, you can email me for the links. thefoodho@yahoo.com I can't post them here, on the account of this supposing to be an anonymous blog. But if you personally email me I will oblige, as long as you don't publicly out our identities!
Anyway, we were watching the video before publishing it to the internets. The FP had not seen it yet. It was pretty ridiculous. Now, being on the 6th dish, it's really about how ridiculous the next one can be. So, we were watching. On my computer. In the studio, with the Apogee Duet attached to it.
Let me give you backstory. This computer - this Macbook Pro 13" 8 gig memory, 500 gig hard drive, 2.7 GHZ intel core i7 - is my most prized possession. I have a clear speck case cover on it. I have this annoying keyboard/palm cover on it that is loose and doesn't fit the keys like a glove, but I use it because I don't want my baby to get dirty or scratched or anything. I make sure to put drinks on a coaster a good distance away from the macbook pro, so condensation doesn't get under the macbook pro, or if the drink were to spill, there would be a good amount of space to hopefully save the macbook pro. If I had a baby and I was holding the macbook pro and the baby off a cliff and I could only save one, I'd have to think about it before finally deciding that I would never be able to live down the bad publicity I would receive when the media found out I let my baby fall to save my macbook pro. Everyone would be like, why didn't you just make sure to backup your computer regularly?
So, I think you get the point.
The Duet Apogee is also an important piece of equipment. It allows us to document the genius of our music composition. Ok, that might be a bit overstating it. But, it's an expensive preamp used for recording music.
Anyway, you know where this is going, right? We were watching the FP's absolutely ridiculous, I'm not sure if it had any content deemed useful, video. This one part came on, and the FP laughed so hard that he did a spit take with his beer. On my Macbook Pro and the Duet Apogee. The majority of the beer spraying across the top of my Macbook pro screen.
I was shocked.
For a split second, I thought it was the FP's computer, and yes, I was relieved. But then I realized it was my computer. The FP started wiping it up with his WVUM T shirt that I had gotten him. But then I just told him to not worry. So, we kinda watched the end of it, distractedly. So, then, I took my poor baby into the kitchen and wiped her or him down with a computer cloth with the special alcohol spray for computer screens. And I tried to take the keyboard cover off and just wipe it down. But it was sticky and had little lint and stuff all over it anyway. So, I took it off and dunked and rinsed it in a mug full of hot water. Then I hung it to dry on my camera tripod.
So, I'm typing on the naked keypad. It feels so wrong. I want to use gloves so my oils don't smear onto the keys, like they are doing right now as I type.
I know, some people are of the theory that Apple products are works of art, (art made by little children in China who kill themselves because it's slavery) and they should be used, unfettered. Well, I guess I'm kind of like the grandma with the plastic couch cover, in that respect. I do keep throw blankets on the couch. But that's partially because they are soft and cuddly like blankies, and they are comfortable to lie on.
Anyway, I feel the need to end this. That way, I can stop and wipe down the keys already.
As for the food thing, I would rather put five asparagus on a plate instead of four. It just seems more .... evenly balanced. In a lot of instances, you really need to put two halves of something on a plate, which is okay with me. But if I can put three pieces instead, I will.
So, I washed the sheets today. I am trying to be better about this, seeing as how we both have allergies. I'm not OCD in the neat freak sense. It's kind of unfortunate, because I almost wish I was. I don't want to horrify you, but I can't even recall how often we used to wash sheets. Let's just say that usually it would be prompted because they actually felt dirty, something spilled on them, or a cat shat, pissed or threw up on them. We rarely ever just thought to wash them on a regular basis.
I went to put the pillow cases back on the pillows. Easy enough task. Unless you are me. We have differently colored solid color pillow cases. There are currently two purples, one light blue, one grey and one red. So generally, the two purples go with the two older nicest pillows we have. The grey goes to my second pillow, which is a new fluffy one with no support. The red pillow case goes on my old flat pillow. And the light blue one goes onto the FP's new fluffy pillow. He also has an old flat one with a black pillow case, but it's currently hanging out on the couch. The FP ends up sleeping on only one or no pillow sometimes anyway.
Anyway, I started putting the pillow cases on randomly. I thought, what if the FP got both purples for his pillows, then we would know the purples are his? But then, that left my pillow colors to be grey, red and light blue. EAEEAEEEH! (sound of a buzzer) You can't put red and light blue together. If they are in two piles of pillows on the bed, that's ok. But they can't be in the same pile. So, I switched the purple back. Although, I might have put the grey on my old nicest pillow. So, I know, that's my goto pillow if I can only choose one in an emergency.
Yeah, I know, it's a little too much thought put into pillow cases. And I can't quite explain it to the FP, but he must think I'm nuttier than squirrel poop (to use his terminology) when he grabs a pillow and I rearrange them all. It's kind of something that I might have explained to him once, but probably not this indepth. Anyway, if he reads this, then maybe he will gain a little more understanding into my OCD psyche, and how I'm not always necessarily nagging because of something he is doing wrong, per se, but because I need to have things a certain way for no other reason than that I'm OCD.
Anyway, another major OCD thing happened tonight.
So, we've been doing these cooking videos with him being his silly self and cooking food. If you haven't seen them and you would like to, you can email me for the links. thefoodho@yahoo.com I can't post them here, on the account of this supposing to be an anonymous blog. But if you personally email me I will oblige, as long as you don't publicly out our identities!
Anyway, we were watching the video before publishing it to the internets. The FP had not seen it yet. It was pretty ridiculous. Now, being on the 6th dish, it's really about how ridiculous the next one can be. So, we were watching. On my computer. In the studio, with the Apogee Duet attached to it.
Let me give you backstory. This computer - this Macbook Pro 13" 8 gig memory, 500 gig hard drive, 2.7 GHZ intel core i7 - is my most prized possession. I have a clear speck case cover on it. I have this annoying keyboard/palm cover on it that is loose and doesn't fit the keys like a glove, but I use it because I don't want my baby to get dirty or scratched or anything. I make sure to put drinks on a coaster a good distance away from the macbook pro, so condensation doesn't get under the macbook pro, or if the drink were to spill, there would be a good amount of space to hopefully save the macbook pro. If I had a baby and I was holding the macbook pro and the baby off a cliff and I could only save one, I'd have to think about it before finally deciding that I would never be able to live down the bad publicity I would receive when the media found out I let my baby fall to save my macbook pro. Everyone would be like, why didn't you just make sure to backup your computer regularly?
So, I think you get the point.
The Duet Apogee is also an important piece of equipment. It allows us to document the genius of our music composition. Ok, that might be a bit overstating it. But, it's an expensive preamp used for recording music.
Anyway, you know where this is going, right? We were watching the FP's absolutely ridiculous, I'm not sure if it had any content deemed useful, video. This one part came on, and the FP laughed so hard that he did a spit take with his beer. On my Macbook Pro and the Duet Apogee. The majority of the beer spraying across the top of my Macbook pro screen.
I was shocked.
For a split second, I thought it was the FP's computer, and yes, I was relieved. But then I realized it was my computer. The FP started wiping it up with his WVUM T shirt that I had gotten him. But then I just told him to not worry. So, we kinda watched the end of it, distractedly. So, then, I took my poor baby into the kitchen and wiped her or him down with a computer cloth with the special alcohol spray for computer screens. And I tried to take the keyboard cover off and just wipe it down. But it was sticky and had little lint and stuff all over it anyway. So, I took it off and dunked and rinsed it in a mug full of hot water. Then I hung it to dry on my camera tripod.
So, I'm typing on the naked keypad. It feels so wrong. I want to use gloves so my oils don't smear onto the keys, like they are doing right now as I type.
I know, some people are of the theory that Apple products are works of art, (art made by little children in China who kill themselves because it's slavery) and they should be used, unfettered. Well, I guess I'm kind of like the grandma with the plastic couch cover, in that respect. I do keep throw blankets on the couch. But that's partially because they are soft and cuddly like blankies, and they are comfortable to lie on.
Anyway, I feel the need to end this. That way, I can stop and wipe down the keys already.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentine's Day Everybody
I hope everyone had a nice greeting card holiday if you're into that kind of thing. If not, then fuck Valentine's Day!!!
Hm... I'm going to just post some videos of some of my Valentines...
This is just like the first movie I made on imovie when I was testing it out to see how it works and stuff. So, it's pretty sickly sweet - perfect for Valentine's Day!! Enjoy!
Growing Up Housecat
This is just like the first movie I made on imovie when I was testing it out to see how it works and stuff. So, it's pretty sickly sweet - perfect for Valentine's Day!! Enjoy!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Pinteresting....
So, are you on pinterest yet? I'm not sure if it became one of the hot apps before or after Spotify. Anyway, I got suckered into Pinterest the same way I got suckered into Spotify. Through facebook. People post stuff they like on Pinterest and Spotify to facebook. So if you want to see what they are posting, you have to join. Pretty smart, huh?
The thing about Pinterest is, I held out for a while. But then, I got a little pinterested to see what all the fuss was about. It seemed to be people just tagging stuff. It's supposed to be like a digital pinboard.
So, I signed up.
And then I was put on the waiting list for an invitation. One has to be invited to Pinterest. How exclusive. And then you get on it, and it's just like what it seems like. Something to kill time about - looking and yummy food you want to eat, pictures of places you want to go but probably never will, furniture or houses that you might not ever afford, fantasy tree houses. It's just pictures of stuff. But for whatever reason, the way the borders are matted, everything just looks nice.
So I started posting my own photos - "pinning" them to my boards. And then when I got my first repin, it was exciting. I had posted a photo of a cuban sandwich, and my caption was literally just "cuban sandwich". And then someone liked it, and then two people repinned it to their boards. It was exciting... it was rather.... pinteresting.
All these new websites and apps seem to focus on our need to be recognized, for our ideas to be acknowledged, to be someone, to be a part of something, to be entertained. And a lot of us are eating it up. Sure, if I were not working, I might not be into this stuff. Or if I had a desk job with internet access, I'd be on facebook, twitter, spotify, and pinterest even more than I am now, maybe. Although the thought of me having a desk job is laughable. I think I actually had a job where I had a desk... once. It wasn't bad, but I felt restless. And I didn't have a computer or internet access at my desk. So that sucked. Although that was when internet access was not available in every nook and cranny on every single device that we touch. Why hasn't anyone installed internet in toilets yet. Something maybe voice activated where you didn't have to touch anything, because, you know, your hand would be contaminated.
I want to come up with a simple but popular website. Maybe just something that records your TV viewing log, and you can look up what your friends are watching and make comments? Or maybe something that you swallow, and it records what you eat when you eat it, and then it posts it to your page, and people can comment on it. Or something that records your #1 #2 #3 and your vomit and your ejaculate, and posts it where your friends can comment on it!
Hm.... sounds very Pinteresting!
The thing about Pinterest is, I held out for a while. But then, I got a little pinterested to see what all the fuss was about. It seemed to be people just tagging stuff. It's supposed to be like a digital pinboard.
So, I signed up.
And then I was put on the waiting list for an invitation. One has to be invited to Pinterest. How exclusive. And then you get on it, and it's just like what it seems like. Something to kill time about - looking and yummy food you want to eat, pictures of places you want to go but probably never will, furniture or houses that you might not ever afford, fantasy tree houses. It's just pictures of stuff. But for whatever reason, the way the borders are matted, everything just looks nice.
So I started posting my own photos - "pinning" them to my boards. And then when I got my first repin, it was exciting. I had posted a photo of a cuban sandwich, and my caption was literally just "cuban sandwich". And then someone liked it, and then two people repinned it to their boards. It was exciting... it was rather.... pinteresting.
All these new websites and apps seem to focus on our need to be recognized, for our ideas to be acknowledged, to be someone, to be a part of something, to be entertained. And a lot of us are eating it up. Sure, if I were not working, I might not be into this stuff. Or if I had a desk job with internet access, I'd be on facebook, twitter, spotify, and pinterest even more than I am now, maybe. Although the thought of me having a desk job is laughable. I think I actually had a job where I had a desk... once. It wasn't bad, but I felt restless. And I didn't have a computer or internet access at my desk. So that sucked. Although that was when internet access was not available in every nook and cranny on every single device that we touch. Why hasn't anyone installed internet in toilets yet. Something maybe voice activated where you didn't have to touch anything, because, you know, your hand would be contaminated.
I want to come up with a simple but popular website. Maybe just something that records your TV viewing log, and you can look up what your friends are watching and make comments? Or maybe something that you swallow, and it records what you eat when you eat it, and then it posts it to your page, and people can comment on it. Or something that records your #1 #2 #3 and your vomit and your ejaculate, and posts it where your friends can comment on it!
Hm.... sounds very Pinteresting!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Ssup Pussy
So, we finally got a storage box for some of our outdoor shit today. Actually, I ordered it from the Wal-mart site to store deal, and it came like a week early. So we went out to the dreaded Wal-Mart in Hallandale this morning and picked it up. We went early, and it was so cold, so luckily there weren't many people out or about yet. The customer service guy wheeled it out of the stockroom on one of those forklift dolly things. So, the FP went to pull the car around, and there the guy appeared and helped load it in our car and took the dolly back. That was nice of him.
So, we took it back and put it together. It was pretty easy because it was just a resin snap on job. It was one of the cheaper boxes, so if you were looking to put it outside with no fence and store valuable stuff in it... I wouldn't recommend it. But for keeping stuff dry and packed away in the lanai, it's fine.
It's just kinda big. I mean, I wanted the biggest deck box I could find, and I got it. I just didn't realize how big it would be. I was hoping we could use it for a bench, but it's high and the lid is kind of convex, so it wouldn't be good for sitting. It wouldn't really be good for a table, either. But, maybe we could somehow get a tabletop and stabilize it on top of the thing if we ever happened to have a party.
Anyway, so, after we were done assembling it, we had this big huge box. So, rather than break it down and try to cram it into the recycling can, I thought I would make a scratchy box for the cats like I had been wanting to do.
Let me tell you. I'm kind of not a perfectionist with tasks like this. And I get tired and frustrated with stuff like this. And I didn't have a good blade for cutting boxes with. I also did not have a proper work surface to work on. I used the tile floor. Luckily, it's pretty indestructable, and my blade on my exacto knife kept popping out before it could damage the floor.
We went and got lunch at one point. I had a light pork belly sandwich. So obviously, when I came back and started working on the box, I got tired. Very tired. So, I had to take a nap. I just kind of laid down on the couch and fell asleep for what I think was maybe 30 minutes. Then I woke up and slowly started working on the cat scratcher again. It took several hours. If I had been more precise and careful and rolled the thing tight enough, it would have taken twice as long. If I were working, I'm not sure this is something I would have ever tried to start. And of course, the cats looked at it and were like, "What is this shit, mom? It'll all ghetto and shit like you made it out of an old box!" But I just put a whole bunch of catnip leaves on it. Hopefully they will grow to like it and it will have been worth the effort.
If you want to make one better than mine, here's a tip. Roll the damn cardboard strip out before trying to roll them around into a spiral. That way, they will be more circular than hexagonal like mine turned out. Also, make sure you use lots of tape to attach each new piece to the old piece. It probably wouldn't hurt either to use some non toxic glue too.
Anyway, this is what I did most of the day.
So, we took it back and put it together. It was pretty easy because it was just a resin snap on job. It was one of the cheaper boxes, so if you were looking to put it outside with no fence and store valuable stuff in it... I wouldn't recommend it. But for keeping stuff dry and packed away in the lanai, it's fine.
It's just kinda big. I mean, I wanted the biggest deck box I could find, and I got it. I just didn't realize how big it would be. I was hoping we could use it for a bench, but it's high and the lid is kind of convex, so it wouldn't be good for sitting. It wouldn't really be good for a table, either. But, maybe we could somehow get a tabletop and stabilize it on top of the thing if we ever happened to have a party.
Anyway, so, after we were done assembling it, we had this big huge box. So, rather than break it down and try to cram it into the recycling can, I thought I would make a scratchy box for the cats like I had been wanting to do.
Let me tell you. I'm kind of not a perfectionist with tasks like this. And I get tired and frustrated with stuff like this. And I didn't have a good blade for cutting boxes with. I also did not have a proper work surface to work on. I used the tile floor. Luckily, it's pretty indestructable, and my blade on my exacto knife kept popping out before it could damage the floor.
We went and got lunch at one point. I had a light pork belly sandwich. So obviously, when I came back and started working on the box, I got tired. Very tired. So, I had to take a nap. I just kind of laid down on the couch and fell asleep for what I think was maybe 30 minutes. Then I woke up and slowly started working on the cat scratcher again. It took several hours. If I had been more precise and careful and rolled the thing tight enough, it would have taken twice as long. If I were working, I'm not sure this is something I would have ever tried to start. And of course, the cats looked at it and were like, "What is this shit, mom? It'll all ghetto and shit like you made it out of an old box!" But I just put a whole bunch of catnip leaves on it. Hopefully they will grow to like it and it will have been worth the effort.
If you want to make one better than mine, here's a tip. Roll the damn cardboard strip out before trying to roll them around into a spiral. That way, they will be more circular than hexagonal like mine turned out. Also, make sure you use lots of tape to attach each new piece to the old piece. It probably wouldn't hurt either to use some non toxic glue too.
Anyway, this is what I did most of the day.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
My How Things Change
I think I spent at least an hour deleting old emails. I thought I was pretty up to date on that, and then I noticed there were lots of junk email and old notice of payment emails that I really just don't need. I don't need to have my physical space, my mental space, and my cyber space ALL cluttered up with useless shit!!!!!
Anyway, in keeping with that little bit of a sentimental hoarding nature, I did save some emails that are old, so that I could post them here before deleting or just keep them. Let's see some of them:
This is a back and forth from me and BFF. She had the kind of job where she found herself working in different parts of the country. She was working in DC during these emails. She had moved to the OC after grad school, and then years later she ended up having to move to Miami. She ended up loving it there (here). She did get a divorce, but then she had a relationship with a hot cuban who is like her soulmate, but they do not necessarily seem destined to spend the rest of their lives together, maybe? Now she's in Las Vegas and she misses Miami. At least she gets to visit the OC and LA still, I guess. It's strange and weird that we just kind of seem to ping pong across the country.
TFH wrote:
I can't believe the liquor laws are like that, I
> guess
> they are saving the hard stuff for the politicians?
>
> I am glad that you are better even though you feel
> like shit, how long is this going to last? And how
> does one get meningitis anyway?
>
> You know I don't really cry much anymore like I used
> to, but hearing about you and stuff has made me cry.
>
> I really think I have to have a couple of kids some
> day to make you move close to us...
>
> So Miami, we will come visit if we have to, but not
> during hurricane season. We love cuban food so its
> all good for us. Just as long as we don't have to
> set
> foot around those clubs with the ropes and no line
> that make people wait outside for 10 minutes to look
> cool.
>
> Burningman is how much? The only thing is that we
> still need to go to nola some time and I should
> visit
> the rugrat at some point in Colorado.
>
> I'll let you know if TFP does go there.
>
> In good uplifting news....well, we're playing a show
> on Wednesday. I can invite Ken if you give me his
> email or phone number. My friend Susan and I walked
> around this music festival in the neighborhood and
> handed out flyers. I was so not myself, but really
> myself at the same time you know? You know, I hate
> people in general but when I'm wasted I want to talk
> to them....
>
> Oh, and our friend who's from nola just
> started
> working at the wine bar down the street, so that's
> exciting, except you're not going to come visit
> anymore... Oh, and I'm addicted to ... I try to
> limit myself, but the recovery process is slow.
>
> TFP's dad is in Cali and he is coming today to go
> to
> brunch or something. He is freaking out because
> TFP
> is working so much that he can't really see him.
> He's so needy. I know I'm needy, but TFP likes
> me...
>
> What else? Our band is like tearing our guitar
> player and his girlfriend apart. We have a practice space
> now, and so we've been practising a lot and she is
> jealous of us. We don't
> try to get this third friend that is obsessed with
> us
> for a while, it just happens. But he's been
> demoted
> as my best friend in SD. Susan's replaced him.
> Should I tell him and rub it in, or should I be
> mature. Oh wait, I'm talking about being friends
> with
> 21-24 year olds. I guess I have my answer. I'm
> really
> just babbling because I have that day after drinking
> delerium.
>
> I fucking hate Sunday. It's just the day before I
> go
> back to work.
>
> At some point you will meet Terra I hope. Have you
> talked to Cathy? Or is she too scary?
>
> I hope you feel better, I can't believe this fucked
> up
> shit happened to you. I love you, take care.
>
BFF wrote:
> ....welllll.... no burning man for me - life likes
> to keep me disappointed....
>
> do you think that you and TFP could go on a camping
> trip with Adam and I the week of August 13th
> sometime... we will be leaving california for miami
> the next weekend... very sad.
feeling almost 75% (which is good for me!).... just missing California and worrying about liking Miami.... both Adam and my families are thrilled though, so that is nice....
Obviously not looking forward to worrying about weather again --- but I guess it is better than having a big ass earthquake sneak up on me with no warning, at least that is what I am telling myself... plus, I do do like walking barefoot in the rain when it is warm out (i almost wrote worm out --- i must have been thinking about those pesky puddle worms!)...
remember that big ass mud fight we got into at the garnet and gold house? that was a fun day.
i can't wait for a camping trip --- I was thinking about baha... but best to stay on our side of the border in case we want to bring anything fun... can you guys get disney fun paper? that is code since GW is reading my mail.... if so, we should do that maybe...
still haven't seen Terra, but hope to next weekend or at least when TFP might be here.
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Here's one from a guy who was my bf in high school for a short period of time. I think the time leading up to and after being together was way longer than the actual dating. Years and years later, we are now friends, and TFP is also buds with him. In fact, we went to Ybor City with him last weekend and the two of them were having a grand old time hanging out, drinking, shooting the shit....
Anyway, this is an old email from him about a girlfriend who was my BFF's brother's BFF's girlfriend, then wife. So, this girl and her daughter ended up moving in with him. Unfortunately, they split up an she moved out last summer.
TFH wrote:
TFH wrote:
I'm that girl that you slept with, and then you said you'd take me out to
dinner on a "real" date, but then you never called me. I tried to call you
but you said you were on the other line and you would call me back, but you
never did. Then I saw you out and you acted like you didn't know who I was.
You were with your friends, and I heard you laughing as I walked away. I'm
in therapy because of you. Thanks, Mr IIY.
Mr IIY wrote:
You're not pregnant, are you?
TFH wrote:
Actually, I had your baby 2 months ago. His name is Mr. IIY, Jr. I don't
expect any support from you, but if you could set up a college fund for him
it would be a nice gesture. Maybe he can go to Notre Dame.
Mr. IIY wrote:
Here's the paternity test - How many eyebrows does he have?
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Italian Chef wrote:
TFH wrote:
Anyway, in keeping with that little bit of a sentimental hoarding nature, I did save some emails that are old, so that I could post them here before deleting or just keep them. Let's see some of them:
This is a back and forth from me and BFF. She had the kind of job where she found herself working in different parts of the country. She was working in DC during these emails. She had moved to the OC after grad school, and then years later she ended up having to move to Miami. She ended up loving it there (here). She did get a divorce, but then she had a relationship with a hot cuban who is like her soulmate, but they do not necessarily seem destined to spend the rest of their lives together, maybe? Now she's in Las Vegas and she misses Miami. At least she gets to visit the OC and LA still, I guess. It's strange and weird that we just kind of seem to ping pong across the country.
TFH wrote:
I can't believe the liquor laws are like that, I
> guess
> they are saving the hard stuff for the politicians?
>
> I am glad that you are better even though you feel
> like shit, how long is this going to last? And how
> does one get meningitis anyway?
>
> You know I don't really cry much anymore like I used
> to, but hearing about you and stuff has made me cry.
>
> I really think I have to have a couple of kids some
> day to make you move close to us...
>
> So Miami, we will come visit if we have to, but not
> during hurricane season. We love cuban food so its
> all good for us. Just as long as we don't have to
> set
> foot around those clubs with the ropes and no line
> that make people wait outside for 10 minutes to look
> cool.
>
> Burningman is how much? The only thing is that we
> still need to go to nola some time and I should
> visit
> the rugrat at some point in Colorado.
>
> I'll let you know if TFP does go there.
>
> In good uplifting news....well, we're playing a show
> on Wednesday. I can invite Ken if you give me his
> email or phone number. My friend Susan and I walked
> around this music festival in the neighborhood and
> handed out flyers. I was so not myself, but really
> myself at the same time you know? You know, I hate
> people in general but when I'm wasted I want to talk
> to them....
>
> Oh, and our friend who's from nola just
> started
> working at the wine bar down the street, so that's
> exciting, except you're not going to come visit
> anymore... Oh, and I'm addicted to ... I try to
> limit myself, but the recovery process is slow.
>
> TFP's dad is in Cali and he is coming today to go
> to
> brunch or something. He is freaking out because
> TFP
> is working so much that he can't really see him.
> He's so needy. I know I'm needy, but TFP likes
> me...
>
> What else? Our band is like tearing our guitar
> player and his girlfriend apart. We have a practice space
> now, and so we've been practising a lot and she is
> jealous of us. We don't
> try to get this third friend that is obsessed with
> us
> for a while, it just happens. But he's been
> demoted
> as my best friend in SD. Susan's replaced him.
> Should I tell him and rub it in, or should I be
> mature. Oh wait, I'm talking about being friends
> with
> 21-24 year olds. I guess I have my answer. I'm
> really
> just babbling because I have that day after drinking
> delerium.
>
> I fucking hate Sunday. It's just the day before I
> go
> back to work.
>
> At some point you will meet Terra I hope. Have you
> talked to Cathy? Or is she too scary?
>
> I hope you feel better, I can't believe this fucked
> up
> shit happened to you. I love you, take care.
>
BFF wrote:
> ....welllll.... no burning man for me - life likes
> to keep me disappointed....
>
> do you think that you and TFP could go on a camping
> trip with Adam and I the week of August 13th
> sometime... we will be leaving california for miami
> the next weekend... very sad.
feeling almost 75% (which is good for me!).... just missing California and worrying about liking Miami.... both Adam and my families are thrilled though, so that is nice....
Obviously not looking forward to worrying about weather again --- but I guess it is better than having a big ass earthquake sneak up on me with no warning, at least that is what I am telling myself... plus, I do do like walking barefoot in the rain when it is warm out (i almost wrote worm out --- i must have been thinking about those pesky puddle worms!)...
remember that big ass mud fight we got into at the garnet and gold house? that was a fun day.
i can't wait for a camping trip --- I was thinking about baha... but best to stay on our side of the border in case we want to bring anything fun... can you guys get disney fun paper? that is code since GW is reading my mail.... if so, we should do that maybe...
still haven't seen Terra, but hope to next weekend or at least when TFP might be here.
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Here's one from a guy who was my bf in high school for a short period of time. I think the time leading up to and after being together was way longer than the actual dating. Years and years later, we are now friends, and TFP is also buds with him. In fact, we went to Ybor City with him last weekend and the two of them were having a grand old time hanging out, drinking, shooting the shit....
Anyway, this is an old email from him about a girlfriend who was my BFF's brother's BFF's girlfriend, then wife. So, this girl and her daughter ended up moving in with him. Unfortunately, they split up an she moved out last summer.
awwwee...that sucks, maybe you'll come back to hell one day too..haha
Not much is up, I met a chick I brieifly met many years ago, she was a friend of mines girlfriend. They were together for a long time and she has a daughter, she's really cool and smart, but she smokes pot, so I'm having my issue with that, you know me with my mental illness against anything I don't do you can't either...but I'm trying to be accepting, and the fact that I can't smoke it because I know what it does to me and it is not pretty, plus I'm not a kid needing to experience shit, my mind is naturally psychodelic anyway...it just sucks...life sucks...
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Here's a back and forth between me and our of our favorite people on the planet. Don't worry, we have a lot of favorite people. Although it is true, I sometimes kind of hate people in general. It's a... dichotomy. Anyway, the update, is the lady he was dating at the time of these emails eventually became his wife, they bought a house... and they are working on expanding the family.
TFH wrote:
So,
I have no idea if you get these emails or not. Oh well. I
hope Valerie is
better. Me, I'm still pretty shitty, but TFP's
sick, so I have to take
care of him now....
Anyway, this is the first time I've really been on the
computer in a week.
So I found out Peter Murphy tickets at the HOB are on sale
2 for 1 today.
Do you know who that is? Anyway, we are going. Which is
crazy because were
going to the Cure on June 1 in LA, then in San Diego on
June 3, which we
don't have tickets for, then we're seeing Peter
Murphy on June 4, and then
Sigur Ros is playing TJ on June 8. It sucks though because
that's a
festival. I'd rather just see them and one or 2
opening bands...
Mr. IIY wrote:
Who is this?
TFH wrote:
I'm that girl that you slept with, and then you said you'd take me out to
dinner on a "real" date, but then you never called me. I tried to call you
but you said you were on the other line and you would call me back, but you
never did. Then I saw you out and you acted like you didn't know who I was.
You were with your friends, and I heard you laughing as I walked away. I'm
in therapy because of you. Thanks, Mr IIY.
Mr IIY wrote:
You're not pregnant, are you?
TFH wrote:
Actually, I had your baby 2 months ago. His name is Mr. IIY, Jr. I don't
expect any support from you, but if you could set up a college fund for him
it would be a nice gesture. Maybe he can go to Notre Dame.
Mr. IIY wrote:
Here's the paternity test - How many eyebrows does he have?
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Here is an email from Mr. IIY to a local SD radio DJ.
Mr. IIY wrote:
Halloran – we have been huge fans of 94.9 since you guys came to town. Bringing back some alternative classics and staying on the edge of new music was what made you guys awesome and we have literally been listening to you at work, all day, every day for years. As huge music fans in our early thirties, we have a great appreciation for some of the early nineties rock n roll – however, it seems that in the last 4 to 6 months, those “classics” have taken over the station. We want to know why. I like the toadies, but when I hear the same toadies song every day, it loses its nostalgia – same with the cult, nirvana, smashing pumpkins, etc. seriously, you guys just followed the toadies with Oasis - wonderwall. Is there just a lack of great new music? Is the indie scene not just a road you guys want to go down? Have advertisers figured out that the money is in playing music from 1995? We will listen to you guys no matter what because of all you do for SD and the music scene, but our CD player has been getting more and more play during the day lately.
Respectfully your insider,
So, Halloran ended up calling him and talking to him. He said that basically, that is the stuff that the listeners request. So they have to play that stuff. Anyway, they had a nice talk, he gave a shout out, and it was a special day at work for Mr. IIY!
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TFH wrote:
Italian Chef wrote:
TFH wrote:
That was funny, but just because I read it in your voice, not really because the content was funny....Who granted the monster his deepest wish?His scary godmother. Get it? Probably not. I have to teach you more english....Which building has the most stories in the city?The library.Why did the mentally challenged man go to Office Depot to prepare for the hurricane?Because someone told him to stock up on staples.A man was at a bar hitting on every woman there. Every woman turned him down, and some threw their drinks at him. One woman who he hit on was a witch. She turned him into a dog. The first thing he did was to chase his tail. The witch said, you're really a man. Why do you chase your tail? The man answered, because all I did when I was a man was chase tail.....
So, unfortunately, I think I deleted all the back and forths with the creepy guys who wanted to cut my hair for pleasure or pay for a video of my hair being cut for pleasure. I think they were too creepy and I didn't want them contaminating my email folders....
Anyway, I forget that I used to have a sense of humor, and I used to be different.........
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