Sturm und drang. So throw me a donut.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

TILT for the first time in a loooong time!

Things I Love Thursday - TILT - is a way to give thanks for the good things in life. And a way to ferret out those positive things that get lost in all the angst. It's simple.


I Love:

My pool. I live in an apartment complex, so someone else takes care of the pool. There are trees around it so it's private and cool in the evenings.

The breeze. There was a breeze for a little while today. I really miss the wind. I love the sound of it in the trees, rushing around the corner of the house, and messing up my hair.

One year of peace. Although we are struggling through state tests to keep our jobs (which I'm sure we'll pass...but still...TESTS) this past year has been pretty nice. No one calls our phones unless they know us and want to talk to us. Weekends are free of obligations. We rarely bring home any work because it all gets done at work.

We met a new couple at the pool. She was an arborist, now retired, and her partner is still working. They are nice, intelligent, and hate the state governor as much as we do. Well, hate might be too strong of a word...Loathe? Dislike? Oh, what the hell; hate it is. The cool thing is, we could talk with them for hours. We'll have to have them over for dinner.

I can apply for jobs. For realz. I have skillz and a degree and shit. Getting a new job is another story, but OPTIONS are a new and wonderful thing.

Breaking Bad is starting again soon. Just thought I'd throw that out there. I am d.y.i.n.g. to see what happens. I really want Walt to win. Deep down, I think I could make choices like that, too. I have a secret list of things to do if I ever find out I'm terminally ill and I have decades of rage to fuel me. I love stories that give people the chance to break out of the ordinary and do something extraordinary.

Anthony Weiner. The gift that keeps on giving to comedians. And such an unfortunate last name. Or maybe it's appropriate. Let's see if he gets the votes for mayor of NYC.

And, it's payday. Who doesn't love payday?!



Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Junk Food for Dinner

Take in the simple beauty that was my dinner yesterday:
 
 
 

 
 
 


This is my dinner today in celebration of National Hotdog Day. Notice the artistic presentation of food and tableware, perched on my cheap stove, so that I can continue to cook tasty tidbits for my family. I chose a lower-carb combination of classic American food by eating the haute dogs without the customary buns (plus, it's 150 degrees outside, with the humidity hovering somewhere around "instantly drown if you take a deep breath" so I'm not going to the grocery store to buy the damn buns). The mystery meat cost me $.88 for the package, breaking down to $.11 per haute dog. The potato salad was specially made in a factory somewhere in Texas, no doubt by migrant labor that Republicans tell us are taking jobs away from law abiding citizens, but the price was GREAT. That little blob of mustard-y, potato-y goodness cost me about $.15. I anticipate that if I eat this kind of food once per day for the rest of my life, I will live to be 120 years old as I preserve myself from the inside out with all the additives and chemicals. Better health through better chemistry!

Sometimes, I just want to eat junk.


 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Happy 4th of July!




No matter how tattered or worn, this flag represents the idea of a place where people can work toward a better future for themselves and their families. Remember all those who made a gift of this place to us and let's pay it forward.
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Monday, July 1, 2013

I love this game...

I've missed this game for several weeks now...so I'm catching up. You can catch up at LunaNina and play this game too!


I say ... and you think ... ?

1.  Pillow :: What I should have under my head as I'm sleeping...but instead I'm sitting straight up in bed because my husband is awake and mad at me. Well, not awake in the normal sense, but rather "awake" as in his eyes were open but no one was home.

He woke me up by grabbing my arm and said "I just had the weirdest dream. You left me because I decided to go into politics and run for office cuz someone has to beat Rick Perry."
I said, "Couldn't you just beat him with a stick?"
He said, "You were mad at me because I needed $1,000 to run for office."
I said, "I'm mad at you for NOT. BEING. ASLEEP." 


 He takes sleep meds for his insomnia, and the little blue pill kicked in HARD last night. After I rolled over and stopped talking to him, he started mumbling about how we needed to start raising money because someone has to get that s.o.b. out of office and we need to form an action committee and I need to have a platform...

 God almighty. I couldn't get back to sleep until Mr. Mumbles stopped making evil plans to take over the world.


2.  Calendar :: That thing I hang up on my wall every January and then promptly forget to turn at the end of each month. I really love winter, so maybe I'm subliminally willing winter to stay until June.


3.  Melissa ::  Third grade. I think that's the last time I knew a Melissa.


4.  Notebook ::  The. Nicholas Sparks movies are my guilty pleasure! I only watch them when no one is at home.


 5.  Circumstance :: That thing which, although invisible and subject to interpretation, foils some of my best laid plans. Like today: It was supposed to be 94 degrees, but just as we were leaving to go swimming in the river, the clouds rolled in and the temperature dropped to 82 degrees. I have acclimated surprisingly well to hot weather, so I was chilly at 82 degrees as soon as the slightest breeze began to blow. Jesus, take me now. I have it written into my living will that if I involuntarily turn into a Southerner and cannot tolerate temperatures below 75 degrees (because I'm certainly NOT doing it on purpose) the plug must be pulled forthwith.


6.  Technical :: That part of my degree which makes it practical: English - Technical Writing.


7.  Bracket :: I have four wind chimes hanging from old plant brackets on my deck. It's the only thing I've done to decorate outside.


8.  Horror :: Movies. Are there any other kind?! The Chiller Channel is a work of art. I remember, somewhere around 1980, when my sister and I were camped out in the living room after midnight to watch Salem's Lot on TV. We were living in an apartment with wasp paper for walls and our neighbor heard the movie from our tv loud and clear. During a really scary part, he snuck up to our front door and pounded on it just as Mr. Barlow bared his fangs and pounced on some poor sucker and killed him. I've never been the same since.


9.  Pink :: My least favorite color.


10. Polish :: Sausage. My mother went through a phase where we had to have polish sausage and sauerkraut for dinner once a week. I hated it. I hated everything about it. I ate one bite to keep her happy and then glowered at my dinner plate for the rest of the meal. One night, mom got mad and lectured me about eating the sausage, while at the same time she was trying to squeeze some mustard out of the French's Mustard bottle onto her dinner plate. There must have been a chunk of dried mustard stuck in the spout because no matter how hard she shook that bottle and squeezed it, nothing came out. Mom gave the bottle one last mighty shake and squeeze, which popped off the entire lid, and a good half cup of mustard splashed down on her plate and spattered all over her chest and face like a Pollock painting.