:looks around on ground: where’s that wet trout?
I found that guy’s videos at around 8pm ish last night - before I knew it (watching some of his other vids) it was 1:00 am! :eek: so I have a few errands to run this morning, b ut when I get back, I am going to take a nice long nap.
Morning, Mumpers. I awoke early with the most ghastly throbbing headache, bad enough I couldn’t even stay in bed; I had to get up and do something about it. Of course, Papa Tigs had taken off somewhere – I know not where, since he left both his cell phone and BlackBerry at home :dubious: – so I had to make my own coffee ::sniffle:: and then sit here and pray for my sinuses to at least drain a bit to ease the pounding. After about a million sneezes, apparently I’m doing better – I think I ended up with zillions of cat hairs up my nose last night from Emily lying across my neck while I slept (her new favorite position – yay, I can choke Mommy! :dubious: :mad: ), and that caused my poor sinuses to scream in protest.
Anyway, I’ve been sitting here moving as little as possible and caffeinating for about 2.5 hours, and the head is finally starting to feel better. Not good, but at least enough better I don’t just want to die. Stoopid head.
Loved that video, Rosie! I’ll go watch more of his stuff when my head has finished settling down.
Back to see if I can now handle eating something. Which my tummy needs, even though my head still doesn’t want me to move if at all possible. I sure wish I could find out when Papa Tigs is getting home so he could wait on me. 
BioTigs you have a golden opportunity to heap loads of guilt on PapaTigs thereby assuring much pamperin’ and whim caterin’. What you do is “pretend” you don’t know he forgot his Blackberry. You send him many texts about how horrible you feel and ask him to pick up stuff you need for your achy self. Ya know, cough syrup, lozenges, sinus meds, ice cream, hard liquor… all the essentials. Then when he gets home he sees all your pitiful pleas on his Blackberry and feels guilty. Voila! Whim caterin’ commences! It’s perfect! 
I made deviled aigs and got stuff out of the pantry that I need to make other culinary creations. So I did motivate. Yay me! I think I’ll grill some hot dogs in a bit for lunch. I got me a hankerin’ for a hot dog or two hot off the grill… MMMMMM…
Evening all. I am tahred! We went out to the Easter Picnic in the Park today. Every Easter Saturday, the Rugby Club here hosts a big picnic for Easter, so I thought it would be nice if we went along with a bunch of people from work. It was nice, but hot (about 28C/82F, even in the shade) so we were falling apart after a couple of hours and HRH was exhausted by the time we left! She is asleep (early - by 6pm, she was out like a light!) and I have a cracking headache, probably from too much heat and sun!
Now that HRH is asleep and we have gas again (finally!) I need to go and concoct some kind of gourmet meal for the princess to eat for dinners this week. I think some minced beef and mixed vegetables with macaroni in a cheesy bechamel sauce should fit the bill! Sigh, it was so much easier when I could just stick a bottle in her gob! 
Oh, swampy, hot dogs sound great! That’s dinner taken care of!!!
DOING TWO THINGS AT ONCE WITH SPAZCAT
Much like the infamous cake, ZeldaDog got caught out in the rain earlier this week. After a couple of days of smelling StinkyDog, I had enough. When I got up this morning, I notified Zelda of my intentions by taking her collar off. With head held low, Zelda slunk into the bathroom and sat on the bath mat, awaiting her fate. I started the shower, held the curtain open, and she slunk in. Then I hopped in the shower with the blue Dawn dish soap (Best. Dog Shampoo. Ever) and proceeded to scrub.
I have broken my dog’s will. I no longer have to fight her into the tub/shower to take a bath. 
She even waited for me to dry her with a towel before shaking all over the place. I used the reserve towel (I learned through bitter experience to always have a reserve towel when washing Zelda) to wipe up the floor.
Clean dog = Clean floor.
She was such a good dog I took her for a walk down by the river afterwards. Now she’s outside sunning and I’m goofing off here. Sometime today I need to brush her.
Before someone asks, meet Zelda . She’s barking at a friend of mine who’s gasp over 5’10"! This was before 6’+ WOWCrack roommate moved in, so she’s finally gotten over her Tall People fear. For the most part.
My Firday was something special!
Going out in a snowstorm to a skating birthday party, having the middle child (who has never been on skates) need help. And you know a lot of the other parents were doing this, so I put wheel on my feet for the first time in about fifteen years.
I laughed, I cried, I had a pretty good time.
Though today I’m hurting in places I’d forgotten I had.
There’s even pictures of this grand event!
I’ll be posting them later to my ElJay, so others might laugh and cry as well.
Today we’re shopping, going out to the house to get old nasty contact paper off shelves in the kitchen.
Thanks for all the compliments on the house guys. Jim is convinced to keep the cabinets the way they are now, so I’m going to have to find something that works. And I’ll have to live with the floor and the counter for at least a year, but it’s a small price to pay. I’ll have to take some pictures of the ‘secrets’ of the cabinets. You’d never guess those are 60’s cabinets with some of the stuff they have.
Have a great Saturday!
The last time I went skating (about 15-20 years ago), I was on the far side of the rink when they called everyone to clear out because some kind of goofy contest was about to start. I thought, “I bet I can get off the rink faster if I cut across rather than rolling all the way around.” What I didn’t know was that so many people had skated there that there were microscopic grooves worn in the floor. When I tried to go straight across, the wheels on my skates got caught in the grooves and I fell. On my skate. With the brake nub on my tailbone. I held up the contest when management had to carry my dumb ass off the rink.
I had a nice dark purple bruise on my tailbone for about a week after that. And that’s why Auntie Spaz does not skate anymore.
Good morning one and all. I’m vertical and caffienating.
I’ll have to get motivated soon and head out to run some errands and whatnot before we meet up with our friends later today.
Tomorrow, we’re going to MIL’s for Easter dinner, but I’m not sure what time we’re supposed to be there. I guess Mr. Taters will have to call her to find out. I don’t know what we’re having, but she usually does ham and potato salad with various and other sides.
It’s gray and overcast here and a bit frosty. When the hell is spring really getting here for Pete’s sake?!
My daughter has plans to hang out with her pals today and my son will probably be just hanging out around here.
That’s it for my exciting weekend. I know you just envy all the excitement I have here.
Actually that’s lunch. Dindin will be steak and shrimp. I went to Publix (aka The Pubic Store) yesterday afternoon to get some stuff for tomorrow’s doins. They had a special on jumbo steamed shrimp. MMMMMMMM… so I got me some shrimps steamed whilst I shopped for the other stuff. Ol’ y’all know who is excitated over the idea of steak and shrimp.
Did I mention that I signed up as Lector for tomorrow’s Easter Vigil service. That’s six a.m. folks. What is wrong with me!!!
<<hung over>>
Here, have a beer.
One man’s lunch is another [wo]man’s dinner!
<<takes beer>>
Well. Last night was quite a night. I went to a local-yokel dive with some friends, supposedly to celebrate someone’s birthday, though I can’t remember whose. They had karaoke at this bar which I just couldn’t resist participating in. First I sung “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak, and I guess I did a pretty good job because the crowd was cheering wildly. But at that point I was still like, 70 percent sober. I’d only had 5 beers or so.
After drinking more, I decided to do another song - Rich Girl by Hall and Oates. Right before it was my turn to go, I went to take a leak, and on my way back, I was kind of dancing-walking back to the table, and I sort of danced my way into the arms of this hot chick who always dresses like a gypsy and has huge tits. She’s like, the on again off again girlfriend of one of my friends. Anyway we were dancing, and the dancing got more and more physical, until we were practically fucking right there in front of everyone and she kept staring sex straight into my eyes. It was seriously one of the most erotic moments of my life, because this woman just oozes sex, and there was this bizarre thrill of doing this right in front of her sort-of-boyfriend (later I was informed by a friend that they
are, in fact, officially going out at this point.)
If only I could remember what that fucking song was that we were dancing to. It seemed to go on forever.
Then I sang Rich Girl. I was right at that perfect level of drunkenness for singing, at like 8 beers or so and a shot of J and B. Man, did I belt that song out. I do have some experience singing but I never thought I was as good as the crowd apparently did. They were just going insane with cheers and applause. Even one of my friends, who said he hates Hall and Oates, enjoyed my version of the song because it was so soulful. That has always been a favorite song of mine, because my dad always played it when I was a kid.
Now, it’s all just a happy memory, and I’m hung over. Oh yeah and I have to drag my upright bass outside and squeeze it into my car and drive over to my bass teacher’s house in half an hour. I need a cigarette…
Sounds like quite a night you had there, Towers. Takes me back to grad school -sniffle of nostalgia-
I’m going to get work done today. No, really. REALLY.
Wow, that’s quite the night there Towers! Karaoke is one thing I will never inflict upon others. I’ve been quite, uh, inebriated, but still with it enough to know that I can’t sing for shit.
The funny thing is that I was part of an all city choir and even made a record as part of the choir, but now, as an adult, I can’t seem to carry a tune in a bucket. This sucks, because I really do like to sing, but I only do alone in the car with the windows up.
I still haven’t managed to drag myself to the shower, but I need to get going soon. I keep saying that, but some thread or another keeps dragging me back here to the Dope.
I’m not hung over, but a coworker is teasing me about being hung over anyway. I pointed out to him that if I were, I’d admit it, if I’d managed to come into work at all. Silly man.
I got a present! We had a couple of people come up from Louisiana, and when I booked them they asked if I wanted them to bring me anything, like some Community Coffee. I said if you want to, sure, the dark roast is my favorite, if you really want to. They left yesterday, but before they left, they came by and dropped off a pound of coffee for me! Yay! It’s an excellent present. I’m such a good girl I already emailed a thank you to them. I wish I’d been here to meet them. sigh
And I have a nice card signed by everybody, too. And a few pieces of Easter chocolate.
I’ve never done kareoke. I’d be too shy to do it sober anyway. I have no idea if I’d do it drunk, but I don’t know if I could sing drunk either. I know I can sing pretty well sober.
I measure my drunkeness by my willingness to do karaoke. The more drunk I am, the more willing I am. If I actually actively want to participate, I am past the point of no return.
Huh, I must be weird (understatement alert!) because I prefer to do my singing sans alcohol–due no doubt to my many years as a comic filk bard in the SCA. I found out that drunk comic bards are no damned good at singing tongue twister songs, of which there are many, and also that alcohol is not so good for the vocal chords. If/when I do drink and sing I stick with a weak tequila drink that’s mostly fruit juice–in a bar that translates to a tall strawberry 'rita, whereas if I have charge of my own libations I make Swill, which is a liter of tequila, a bottle of strawberry daiquiri mix and a can of Dole Country Raspberry juice made up with just a smidgen less water than the concentrate can calls for mixed up in a cheap gallon jug which I swing on a bit of rope, presentation being all important, of course! Keeps the whistle wet without impairing the ability to sing on key.
I started watching The Revenger’s Tragedy last night, which is a delightful translation of a Jacobean play by Thomas Middleton (circa 1606) starring Christopher Eccleston (saWOON!) Eddie Izzard and Derek Jacobi, with a score by Chumbawumba. The play itself for those not acquainted with it, is one of those over the top post Elizabethan “everybody dies horribly in the most squalid of circumstances” entertainments (think Titus Andronicus on speed.) The director, Alex Cox (who also wrote the screenplay for Repo Man, according to IMDB) has chosen to set the play in 2011 after some unspecified natural disaster has caused a meltdown of society and the screenplay liberally mixes the original 17th century dialogue liberally with very modern asides–it’s jarring, but in a very good way. Lots of over the top dialogue, sex, revenge, sudden death and ultraviolence, yeah! Unfortunately, due to a short night previous I fell asleep midway so I’m rather looking forward to watching the whole thing again today while conscious. I can tell ya right now, though, it’s worth checking out–I got it from Netflix.
Stopped in at my favorite coffee spot for a triple mocha and an “everything” bagel with schmear and while I was there I got into a great conversation about Barack Obama with some lovely people. They’re new to Portland and haven’t updated their voter registrations so I made sure they know they can register at the DMV and they need to be registered as Democrats by April 29th to be eligible to vote in the primary. Now THAT is what I consider a VERY good Saturday morning!
It’s supposed to nice all day, it’s sunny now and there was much frost on the windshield when I left for the coffee shop but it’s getting warmer–supposed to be a high of sixty F, yeah! I’m thinking a bit of yard work is in order before it all goes back to rain again tomorrow. Bathing the dog is no bad idea, he’s getting a tad ripe. Napping is also an option, especially since Pratchett decided to be a rat bastard all night and yowled and roamed all over my head until I finally got the squirt bottle and hosed him down thoroughly. Having to groom all that wet belly fur chills him out and makes him quiet down long enough to get to sleep, unfortunately last night it didn’t last long and I had to repeat twice. Jerk cat.
Never ever ever ever have been drunk enough to karaoke. Oddly enough, I have gotten up in front of a band in front of upwards of a couple hundred people and sung. And I should never ever ever do that, but I did.
Very lazy today. Worked out, saw the incredible Veronica for my massage, and I do believe that’s about all I plan to do today.
amateurs! I don’t need to be drunk to do Kareoke! Just hand me the mic, dammit!
The weather today was full of gorgeousity. I even left my coat in the car for a few of my errands. It is a bright, sunny afternoon with the smell of landscapers in the air (okay - the leaf blower fumes kind of spoil it, but you get the idea… ) I do love Spring.
I must now go order the set of good building blocks for Jon’s 2nd birthday. I’m going up next week, and it’s easier for me to have the present shipped to his home (and hid by his maternal gramma) then to have me risk remembering that I left it in the living room when I’m 40 miles east of New Haven…:rolleyes: )
I’m going to start composing Mnday’s MMP. Bye-ee.
