Guess I’m just the nervous type 
Thunder is ok, but lightening–that stuff is dangerous! Maybe because I grew up in a trailer (y’know, a metal house)?
Plus I watched a show on the History Channel last night about tornadoes shudder
I’m glad I live in Oregon
I’m glad I live in Oregon
I’m glad I live in Oregon…
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
At last a few familiar names. I don’t know who half the folks here are.
Nothing to report.Recovering well from jet lag.Work tomorrow. Hmm, will I remember my ID card code?
Hey Gr8Kat!
But to him who’s scientific
There’s nothing that’s terrific
In the falling of a flight of thunderbolts!
– W.S. Gilbert (from The Mikado)
(I think terrific is supposed to mean terrifying, but then it wouldn’t rhyme, would it?)
OK, my weekly random rant…
Beer is not, on average, my favorite alcoholic beverage. There are, however, some beers that I really like. Harp for my average dinner beer. Guinness is great by itself or in a Black and Tan. Corona is a good easy beer. I have had probably dozens of beers, and I have to say that, across the board, any of the “Big Three” American brewers (A-B, Miller, Coors) all taste awful, in all varieties. Budweiser, Michelob, G-D, Original Coors, they all taste watery and leave an awful aftertaste. Full-strength, lite, doesn’t matter. What is the attraction in drinking these flavorless beers. They are the kraft-singles, wonderbread, Hi-C of beers. Have we in America gotten so influenced by advertising that they sacrifice taste just to by an over-advertised, bland beer?
It was finally cool this week in Chicago, but next week is going to be back in the 90s. I am not looking forward to it.
I always have stuff I am supposed to do, but I never remember to do it when I have the opportunity to do it. I always remember when I am busy; when I have free time I waste it all. I hate that.
There is so much that I want to fix in the world, but I feel so insignificant. I have big plans, but small means.
I am bewildered by a lot of people. Irrationality in particular bothers me. I am not saying that I want others to think like me, but I do want others to think. Is that too much to ask?
Jason R Remy
“Open mindedness is not the same thing as empty mindedness.”
– John Dewey Democracy and Education (1916)
Someone called the cops on us last night because our dog was barking while we were at the movies. There was a note from the police on our door when we got home.
That makes me mad for so many reasons. 1.) We weren’t home to stop him from barking. 2.) The dog was in the house in his crate, not running around. 3.) The windows were open because it got hot yesterday afternoon, but that means he could hear neighbor dogs and kids outside, and neighbors could hear him. 4.) Speaking of neighbor dogs and kids, the kids in the house next to ours are up literally all night laughing, screaming, fighting, playing their radio and tv, and our bedroom is all of about 10 feet from theirs. We hear every “Stop touching me!” “I hate you!” and “Get out of my room!” But have we complain? No, because we didn’t want our neighbors to hate us. Too late for that, I guess. It’s the same thing with the dogs; there are two other dogs in our neighborhood and our dogs usually barks in response to their barking, which goes on from sunrise to sunset. Again, have we complained? No, because for the Grace of God went us. Guess our Grace ran out. 5.) Our neighbors do pick on us alot, I’ve decided. They turned us in to the landlady for not landscaping our yard promptly, so we spent $2500 last week working on it, and now they’re after us about our dog. 6.) My husband and I are young, we’ve only been married 1 1/2 years, and this is our first home. Cut us some slack, people, we’re beginners! That’s the way I see it, anyway.
I just hope they don’t gripe about us to the landlady, too, because we don’t have a fence in yet which is required by the lease since we have a dog, though our excuse now is we can’t dig up a freshly hydroseeded lawn to install a fence.
This is what I miss most about living in the country: no neighbors within earshot.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
I spent the day (8 hours) moving and shifting rocks to create a rock garden. The area looks worse than before I started.
My dog is laying under the desk farting.
Gr8Kat – I’m with you on this one… It’s what I call the “Suburban Mindset” and why I will dread living in suburbia (its inevitable)
Your neighbors sound like the perfect case study of the Suburban mindset: a bizzare combination of inconsiderate and inability to mind ones own business. They expect the REST OF THE WORLD to bend to their every whim and jump at their every complaint, but they themselves can do no wrong. They say your dog is a nuisance, but you have no right to tell them to keep their kids quiet. That, in a nutshell, is what is wrong with America… well, one item on the list anyways.
Jason R Remy
“Open mindedness is not the same thing as empty mindedness.”
– John Dewey Democracy and Education (1916)
Is anyone here really good at dream analysis? I had the weirdest dream the other night. I was on a raised platform with a railing (similar to a bar dance floor) and a tarp over the ground, and there were lambs tied to the ceiling. Everyone was pulling the ropes and letting the lambs drop and run under the tarp, and the lambs were petrified…they were shaking, and running blindly, and really hurting themselves. All the people wanted me to let mine go too, but I just kept looking up to the ceiling and watching it shake and stare at me. Finally, I just let it down gently and held it, and wouldn’t let anyone get to it, and it started to calm down. Then I woke up.
It means lay off the clove cigarettes Drain Bead.
I seem to be doomed to only fall for men who have absolutely no interest in me. ::sigh::
Join the club, Michelle. Next time you’re in DC, I’ll buy you a beer and we can commiserate together.
Bunnygirl, you’re job sounds like the one I’ve been in for 11 years. Some days are more busy than others. I love my job, but challenging it is not. Maybe through the years I’ve just “settled”, or gotten more lazy, but although I am good at what I do, I think it all boils down to the fact that some people can crank out work quicker than others. I’ve gone from full time (8 hours) to part time (5-6 hours) by my own chosing, and I can’t tell you the 8 hour days that I’ve started my day at 9:00am, and been completely caught up, nothing in the world to do, by 10:30am! But I justify this by tellng myself that part of my duties is to man a switchboard, and they are actually paying me to answer phones for 8 hours, whether I’m doing other secretarial duties or not. Some days it drives me crazy, other days it enables me to get some of my personal work done.
Bunnygirl, you’re job sounds like the one I’ve been in for 11 years. Some days are more busy than others. I love my job, but challenging it is not. Maybe through the years I’ve just “settled”, or gotten more lazy, but although I am good at what I do, I think it all boils down to the fact that some people can crank out work quicker than others. I’ve gone from full time (8 hours) to part time (5-6 hours) by my own chosing, and I can’t tell you the 8 hour days that I’ve started my day at 9:00am, and been completely caught up, nothing in the world to do, by 10:30am! But I justify this by tellng myself that part of my duties is to man a switchboard, and they are actually paying me to answer phones for 8 hours, whether I’m doing other secretarial duties or not. Some days it drives me crazy, other days it enables me to get some of my personal work done.
WE HAVE GRASS! We have grass grass grass
And the green grass grows all around and around and the green grass grows all around
The landscaper said it couldn’t be done, we were wasting our money and his time and ruining his reputation by insisting he hydroseed a yard that doesn’t have an underground sprinkler system, but we have grass! We’re well on our way to lawndom. Yay!
I’m happy
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Congratulations Gr8Kat! I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so happy about grass without meaning something signifcantly different. It’s always nice to prove the naysayers wrong.
We had grass too. Then we went out of town. There’s still some grass.
There once was a bird, a little bitty bird, cutest little bird, that you ever did see… Well the birds in the nest, the nests on the branch, the branch is on the tree and the trees on the roots and the roots are in the hole and the hole’s in the ground and the…
Oh, sorry Gr8Kat, got carried away. Congrats on the grass. Back home in New Hampshire (when I HAD a yard) our “lawn” had at least 20 different species of plant growing. As my dad always said “If its green, its good enough for me…”
Jason R Remy
“One pill makes you taller, and one pill makes you small, but the ones that mother gives you don’t do anything at all”
– Jefferson Airplane * White Rabbit * (Slick, G. 1966)
I got The Incredible Journey today from the book swap table at work. It’s in remarkably good condition for a paperback from 1965. I should bring in something tomorrow to appease the Book Swap Gods.
Thanks, everyone I just get such a thrill from looking at our lawn now, it’s so pretty
Your father and I are kindred spirits. However, the landlady disagreed.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
Hey, check it out! I went to Magic Mountain yesterday and wore a scopolomine patch for the first time EVER.
With its help, I rode everything I ever wanted to ride, but made me sick in the past. It was so fun to be on Viper and only get mildly dizzy, rather than nauseous! I rode Batman, Riddler, Superman (twice), a spinning sort of ride, Viper, Revolution, and Ninja. It was the best time I have ever had at an amusement park!
Hooray for drugs!
“Me fail English? That’s unpossible!”
“English? Who needs that? I’m never going to England.”