So, the D and I headed up to the lake this saturday (yes, with the Ruby and her lifejacket in tow). We stopped to get some ice for our cooler filled responsibly with water (and a token beer), and I could not resist the siren call of convenience store snacks. So, I found myself buying a bag of ice and a bag of....combos!

Oh the trashy shame of combos.

So, I get back in the car and D demands that I hand the snacks over for immediate inspection. Can you imagine? He'd never experienced the shameful pleasure of combos. He ate contemplatively for a few minutes before declaring in absolute seriousness "These may be some of the nastiest snacky like things I've ever eaten." Ruby was not even interested in the combo he put on his leg for her degustation.

But, he was sucked into the combos evil as much as you and I have been. He continued to mindlessly eat the entire bag before we ever arrived at the lake. When he finished off the last combo he looked at me in a kind of cheese-food induced fugue and was puzzled as to why he ate the entire bag.

What a nice story!

always write?

If by "always" kelly means, not that often! ;)

She's not a violent person...

What a nutcase. Sheesh.

General Public Notice:

Not one.more.thing. about trucker hats! No! Shh! Stop.

Seriously, not another word.

No one outside of the sycophantic media and hipster wannabes gives a flying fuck. Seriously. It is not a tongue in cheek trend, nor is it tongue in cheek and hipper than hipster to snipe about it.

So shut up already.

In this part of the world, trucker hats are worn without a totally lame attempt at irony. And guess what? No one notices or gives a shit, except at the bar, when you are asked to wear your hate in a formal away (ie. brim forward).

This is only one of many reasons I need to move back to Australia...

seriously, I'd be the first to put my hand up for some brain enhancement...

___THE ECONOMISTS___________________

Happy Mardi Gras!

Yay! Go Crazy! Go Wild! Do wild things so that you can stand withholding stuff from yourself for the next forty days. Woooooo-hoooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Ha, take this cheyenne woteva your name was!

Achewood - November 5, 2001

god.

too funny.

You know...Little Rock is sooper-dooper cute. Seriously. Even if it is BOILING FREAKING hot.

The ducks? Ridiculously cute...I'll show you pictures later.

Custodian thought art was trash, tossed it

Oh the suffering of the poor brooding artiste! So misunderstood! So "fringe."

WOOOOOO HOOOOOO!

(warning: geek out ahead!)

Go Owls!

I even said woo-hoo aloud a couple times...it's true. This is especially nostalgic for me as I was quite a fan (due to boyfriend connections) of Rice Baseball back when I was an owl. The Rice Baseball program has been building to this since that period of time, and I'm tickled pink for my alma mater.

Go Birds!

Quick! Someone tell me what I should do to entertain myself on a Tuesday night in Little Rock Arkansas! If not I'll be forced to order room service and spend some quality movie watching time at the hotel tomorrow night.

Living Next door to Alice

No I don't understand it quite myself. But, nevertheless, here I am at 4:23 on this monday afternoon with this song in my ears.

"Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?"

Help me, I can hardly move I'm that sore. What? (You say.) Perhaps I've been channeling Jodi?

Unfortunately, no.

Instead, at about three pm yesterday afternoon in true spastic fashion I decided I couldn't tolerate the carpet in our office/front room any longer. (This is, of course, after about 4 hours of quality plaster/wallpaper scraping time in my bathroom.) So what's a girl to do? (You know, when she grows tired of that other tedious project and is tryign to find a way to distract herself without the guilt of not completing that dreadful project?) Decide that living on concrete is preferable to tolerating that disgusting sponge of smells and skin flakes and nastiness. I let D talk me into installing some linoleum tiles (which I actually quite like) for now, until we decide to spend the bucket load we'll need to to retile the entire downstairs.

By installing I mean that we marched (well I marched and D came along without choice) to Home Depot and purchased 11 boxes of said tiles (which way a fucking ton), and some other technical stuff that the D insisted we needed (latex primer, sandpaper, self-leveling filler and other boring stuff). By the time we got home it was alread near 5 pm. But, we rushed headlong into the project...all weekend warrior like.

So? Well, besides being absolutely shattered from moving furniture, ripping up carpet and lugging it into the garage until it magically disappears (thanks D), scrubbing the floor, filling in holes, sanding filler, and rescrubbing...the contents of both rooms are squashed into the front hall and in our dining area. Why? Well silly! Didn't you know? We have to lay the tile out and let is "cure" for 48 hours before we can install it. So, we will be living in absolute clutter mode for at least the next few days.

(Conveniently, I will be at work and then out of town and I have faith that somehow that floor will be installed by the end of the week without my having to lift another finger...because quite frankly, I'm not sure I can at the moment.)

This almost more cuteness than even I can stand.

General notice: I loathe, with every fiber of my being, anything Planet of the Apes.

I'm frustrated with blogger. There I said it. How fucking boring is this post? But, seriously, I'm annoyed with blogger.

Meanwhile, the things I've tried to post that have failed are:
1. A link to the peabody hotel in little rock, where I'll be overnighting next week. Ducks marching through the lobby = retardedly happy gaye Cas.

2. Broccoli. You might as well jump on the bandwagon now. Seriously. If you aren't eating it, why not? It is one of two food fixations in my life at the moment. Steamed broccoli. Nummmmmsssssss.

3. Fruit Harvest cereal (the berry one). I could eat this all day long. I'm obsessed with it.

4. Dog angst. My fostering days may soon be at end. I just may not be able to part with Sam. Honestly. And, that would bring our dog family members to 4. Which is more than is reasonable. And leaves no room for fostering.

5. A super secret bizzy-ness idea that the D and I are concocting. Look for details soon!

I'd like to offer a shared moment of excel angst with all those other "financial model" stooges like me....

Why? Seriously! I want to know why excel chooses the days I really need to get a chunk of work completed to act like a total asshole. All the dramatic freezes! All the lost work! Oh the drama!

(And for those that want to advise that a poor workman always blames his (her) tools? You can bite me.)

Public Service Announcement

"Feening" is not a word. Not even close to being a word. Perhaps you mean 'fiending' (which is a questionable "official" word at best, but at least is derived from an actual word "fiend.")

Psssssst!

Secret Memo to my BFF Daaaaaahhhn:

I conducted highly scientific studies of the summer happiness drink I suggested previously and have concluded:

1.Limes and super fine sugar are a fine subsitute for rose's lime syrup, in fact is you opt for this route, substitute the cloyingly sweet 7-up with club soda. Don't be afraid to be generous with the bitters.

2. A highly acceptable alternative to the above? Kooba (emphasis on the Koo) Leebras! Indeed! Cola, Rum, and lime? It doesn't get happier then that.

Something that made me sad on father's day:

My mother and step-father commenting on how my father was in hell with his mother, you know....because he didn't go to church.

(I'm not making this up.)

I'm breaking the muteness to ask you this:

What the fuck is up with the bobble head trend? Am I missing something? Did a memo go out US wide that said "Make everything into bobbleheads! It's the trend of the naughties!"

Also, I wanted to tell you: Matrix reloaded? My eyes still haven't rolled back into their normal positions. Not only was it completely overly obvious and obtuse in its message...but the love story focus made me convulsive. I liked "Ghost Ship" much better, at least it made no apologies for being a completely forgetable and campy ooky-spooky ghostly story. Plus the opening scene where everyone on the dance floor is sliced in half? That was cool.

Totally and completely unmotivated. Can you tell?

To the little fucker who just walked into my garage and stole our weedeater:

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I hope the fucking weedeater kicks up and slashes your throat.

Regards,
C

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Ok, I think I'm back on track. Or something. Any ways, I'm back from Mexico. Thank you to all who wrote, your kind messages are much appreciated. In all, it was a shock...he was only 56. He laid down for a siesta and didn't get back up. So, I'd like to think that it was a good way for him to go, even if it comes as a shock to the rest of us. It seems pretty appropriate for him, our relationship has always been tough and full of miscommunication.

I saw some members of the family that I hadn't seen since I was a wee thing, when my mother left Mexico with us. Though I didn't remember them, they remembered me vividly. That was strangely reassuring and quite nice. I don't plan on letting that tenuous connection falter again. Hopefully I can take the D to meet them later this year.

The bitterest bit of this all, is after many years of being out of the country and unable to see my father I had finally been planning on making a visit before the end of the year. I can't tell you how much regret I have over not accelerating those plans so that I could have seen him one last time. But, as I well know, regrets will not get me anywhere. I think it will just take me a while to forgive myself over it.

Anyways, this is the last I'll mention of this morose business. Life is not about what could have been but about what could be. I will repeat this to myself until I've managed to soothe that awful feeling of "lastima."

exhausted with little to say but this: that thing you keep tinking about doing? that you keep forgetting to do? that you think will wait until tomorow, or next week? Do it. This second. Trust me on this.

Flying out to Mexico this afternoon. Be back Friday.

My father died this morning. It has been 7 years since I last saw him. I didn't expect our reunion to occur at his funeral.

Added a bit to the side bar so you guys can keep up with our current fosters.....lately it's been quite a turnover.