These toons just gave me the giggles--had to share. I guess it's a geek-girl thing. LOL
http://cartoons.ashtonpress.net/startoons.htm
Anyway it's almost Thursday and I had a lovely dinner tonight w/ Tangee and Tish at D Fong's--mmm, sesame chicken! So yummy and fried! So bad for my hips! But delish. We had some fun giggling over how a coworker was frightened of Tish's pentacle necklace and talking about Halloween costumes...Tish mentioned maybe being a middle aged version of the chicks from Charmed...which Tangee said may be impossible, but I ruled possible with a certain amount of hair dye.
Riiiiiiiight. I doubt that'll happen. LOL
So I have gotten exactly SQUAT done this week thus far. I have SO much to do yet and I'm just putting it all off. However, I must run now and actually clean up the upstairs room--we may have guests on Friday night, unsure as yet, and also tomorrow Shiva will need to be in the upstairs room for a bit due to our landlords removing and painting the front door tomorrow. Odd but they're strange to begin with.
On a side note, I'm sleepy. : night all!
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
verging on inane
Sigh.
It's Tuesday, national day of crap that doesn't go together. I'm tired. Have all kinds of crap I could be working on--finishing touches on the wedding flowers, writing a toast for my dad/me for the Big Day on Saturday, cleaning up my luggage from last weekend.
Instead, I whipped out my glue gun and glued crap onto pens for Rene's birthday box. The crap in question was little pictures of barns. Don't ask unless you want to hear a boring story that somehow has blossomed into in-joke legend. (; So right now, instead of having a cleaner house, I've got something that looks like we live with a four year old influenced by a material Pollock. That and a shirt designed with those thin strings of glue you get when you're a sloppy creator.
Is that why earth looks this way, is such a sloppy-ish mess a lot of the time: did the proverbial Creator get bored and just slap things together at the last minute? This could not possibly have been planned. Mud? Please.
Anyway, a few more days and my sister will be hitched and this all can go down in the history books. I'm tired of discussing only the wedding and ensuing chaos that's circling it like fifty-five hundred little moons of Saturn. You get caught up in this stuff and before you know it your life is subsumed by floral tape and finding a purse that goes with your dress, and it's not even your own fucking wedding.
Do I detect some bitterness? Perhaps the glue gun should be applied to my lips for a while.
Dan and I thought we'd get married "when we were done with college." Whenver the hell that is. We waited forever because my parents and family were so gung ho about us being done w/ college first. It was a good idea. In theory. I mean, we had no money when we were young, we had a lot of learning to do, the list goes on. I'm glad we waited. Should we have waited this long? Who knows. I don't, not anymore. It's all about perspective, I spose. We have just as much money now as we did when we first considered marriage, if not less with bills and post-college loan payments. I'm not sure we could get away with eloping but damned if it doesn't sound nice and simple after this inharmonious din that's been going on since Sara bought a dress in January. It's like listening to a kid with a kazoo. Cute at first, and then annoying, and then you reach the melt the kazoo on the hood of a Mack truck boiling point.
I think part of me is having that sibling rivalry going on in a small degree. Sara's the first kid to finish college, get her masters, get a "real" job, buy a house, have a dog, and now, get a husband. I'm still in the living with my boyfriend, working a job to pay the bills, still not done with college phase of things.
Am I cool with that?
For the most part, yeah. I mean, who cares? Sometimes it strikes me that I should care more. I could use a house. I could use a garage to store all my crap, I could paint the walls of my own house. I could do all these things. If I were goal oriented--which I'm not. My big goal is usually just minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day. If I try to think three weeks out it's nearly insurmountable in my head. It's like well, it hasn't happened yet, so why bother.
Besides the fact, if I had a house, it would look much the same as my house does now--strewn with crap. As George Carlin fondly points out, what is a house if nothing more than a place to keep your shit.
Sigh.
On the flip side there was Chicago last weekend, which was great fun. We had a rough start on Friday--got to the airport, you know the hurry up and wait tactic so may airlines employ--and our flight was cancelled. At 10 we finally take off for Chicago. And land, meet Serena and pick up the rental car and head back to the hotel. Next day we hit the continental breakfast and the Bohemian Cemetery (for Dan's thesis...the breakfast was just a bonus.) Get ready and hit the road for the wedding.
Great wedding--short enough and quite lovely. Sara's got a good eye for design and color and the way things look--it turned out beautiful...I think Will even shed a few squeaky tears. They're a great couple. Could I use the word great again in this paragraph? Let's not find out. (;
Sunday we dropped Serena at the airport, checked luggage and took the L back to Chicago, with intentions of seeing Little Italy...which, because it's Italian and Italians are notoriously Catholic, was pretty much shut down. So we trekked around the city and ended up down town staring up at the Sears Tower, which I thought would have been utterly cool to ascend...but I wasn't sure Dan could stomach it. So we foraged for lunch and had some great food, got back on the train and headed back to O'Hare.
I love to fly. I know this is quite the long blog at this point so I won't elaborate but I do so love to fly. (; Dan didn't get sick either way, tho there were a few moments on the to flight that I thought he might get green enough to eject items. The flight back was better, little fun turbulence and aside from a nosedive landing (which I can attest to was a bit unsettling...esp when, after noting the direction of the nose, the professed 16 year veteran stewardess sitting near us said: well, he's certainly taking us in for a nosedive, isn't he? Reassurance is wonderful.) and a meowing child was just dandy.
So it's Tuesday. I really ought to go clean up some of this crap that's littering my house before the cat trips.
It's Tuesday, national day of crap that doesn't go together. I'm tired. Have all kinds of crap I could be working on--finishing touches on the wedding flowers, writing a toast for my dad/me for the Big Day on Saturday, cleaning up my luggage from last weekend.
Instead, I whipped out my glue gun and glued crap onto pens for Rene's birthday box. The crap in question was little pictures of barns. Don't ask unless you want to hear a boring story that somehow has blossomed into in-joke legend. (; So right now, instead of having a cleaner house, I've got something that looks like we live with a four year old influenced by a material Pollock. That and a shirt designed with those thin strings of glue you get when you're a sloppy creator.
Is that why earth looks this way, is such a sloppy-ish mess a lot of the time: did the proverbial Creator get bored and just slap things together at the last minute? This could not possibly have been planned. Mud? Please.
Anyway, a few more days and my sister will be hitched and this all can go down in the history books. I'm tired of discussing only the wedding and ensuing chaos that's circling it like fifty-five hundred little moons of Saturn. You get caught up in this stuff and before you know it your life is subsumed by floral tape and finding a purse that goes with your dress, and it's not even your own fucking wedding.
Do I detect some bitterness? Perhaps the glue gun should be applied to my lips for a while.
Dan and I thought we'd get married "when we were done with college." Whenver the hell that is. We waited forever because my parents and family were so gung ho about us being done w/ college first. It was a good idea. In theory. I mean, we had no money when we were young, we had a lot of learning to do, the list goes on. I'm glad we waited. Should we have waited this long? Who knows. I don't, not anymore. It's all about perspective, I spose. We have just as much money now as we did when we first considered marriage, if not less with bills and post-college loan payments. I'm not sure we could get away with eloping but damned if it doesn't sound nice and simple after this inharmonious din that's been going on since Sara bought a dress in January. It's like listening to a kid with a kazoo. Cute at first, and then annoying, and then you reach the melt the kazoo on the hood of a Mack truck boiling point.
I think part of me is having that sibling rivalry going on in a small degree. Sara's the first kid to finish college, get her masters, get a "real" job, buy a house, have a dog, and now, get a husband. I'm still in the living with my boyfriend, working a job to pay the bills, still not done with college phase of things.
Am I cool with that?
For the most part, yeah. I mean, who cares? Sometimes it strikes me that I should care more. I could use a house. I could use a garage to store all my crap, I could paint the walls of my own house. I could do all these things. If I were goal oriented--which I'm not. My big goal is usually just minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day. If I try to think three weeks out it's nearly insurmountable in my head. It's like well, it hasn't happened yet, so why bother.
Besides the fact, if I had a house, it would look much the same as my house does now--strewn with crap. As George Carlin fondly points out, what is a house if nothing more than a place to keep your shit.
Sigh.
On the flip side there was Chicago last weekend, which was great fun. We had a rough start on Friday--got to the airport, you know the hurry up and wait tactic so may airlines employ--and our flight was cancelled. At 10 we finally take off for Chicago. And land, meet Serena and pick up the rental car and head back to the hotel. Next day we hit the continental breakfast and the Bohemian Cemetery (for Dan's thesis...the breakfast was just a bonus.) Get ready and hit the road for the wedding.
Great wedding--short enough and quite lovely. Sara's got a good eye for design and color and the way things look--it turned out beautiful...I think Will even shed a few squeaky tears. They're a great couple. Could I use the word great again in this paragraph? Let's not find out. (;
Sunday we dropped Serena at the airport, checked luggage and took the L back to Chicago, with intentions of seeing Little Italy...which, because it's Italian and Italians are notoriously Catholic, was pretty much shut down. So we trekked around the city and ended up down town staring up at the Sears Tower, which I thought would have been utterly cool to ascend...but I wasn't sure Dan could stomach it. So we foraged for lunch and had some great food, got back on the train and headed back to O'Hare.
I love to fly. I know this is quite the long blog at this point so I won't elaborate but I do so love to fly. (; Dan didn't get sick either way, tho there were a few moments on the to flight that I thought he might get green enough to eject items. The flight back was better, little fun turbulence and aside from a nosedive landing (which I can attest to was a bit unsettling...esp when, after noting the direction of the nose, the professed 16 year veteran stewardess sitting near us said: well, he's certainly taking us in for a nosedive, isn't he? Reassurance is wonderful.) and a meowing child was just dandy.
So it's Tuesday. I really ought to go clean up some of this crap that's littering my house before the cat trips.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
Weekend is shot...
Literally. LOL This weekend was my dad's 3rd annual Shoot In--which bascially means that everyone gets together and heads over to the shooting range in St Cloud to sight in their rifles, and we all show up and shoot them at targets, just for fun. I really enjoy firing guns; however, the kick always leaves my shoulder feeling somewhat bruised.
Also this year I was hesitant after having my dad's 30.06 give me some scope bite last year. Luckily I had my glasses on, so it just leapt backwards and gave me a little bruise on my nose. This year I was eager to shoot again, but I didn't want to have it jump back again, so I only talked myself into shooting twice. I did hit the target (one shot actually hit the bull's eye! yay!) and Dan suggested that we look into getting a .22 so I can actually have fun shooting and all that jazz.
However the overriding issue from the weekend was my sisters. I love both of them dearly, like you do. (: They are two of my best friends on the planet. I know them better than I know myself sometimes, which is normal considering the amount of time I've both known them and lived with them.
Anyway, they're often like oil and water. Sara's very aggressive and goal oriented; Beth's very defensive. The whole thing started when, three or four or five months ago, Sara decided that we could all pick out our own dresses. So we did; Jan's is short and very fitting, mine's longer and has a cute handkerchief bottom, and Beth's is a simple sheathe with a cowl neck. They're all great dresses, all of them black, but Sara hadn't seen Beth's yet; just heard that it was a little low cut.
It all culminated last night, oil and water, when Beth refused to try on the dress for Sara.
It's hard because you know these people so well that you can see things happening, wheels turning, and when Beth brought out the dress and Sara had a little intake of breath, I knew what would happen. Beth went defensive. Sara went on the hunt. And before you could defuse the situation, Beth was crying and asking us all to leave her apartment. Yay. What a wonderful weekend.
I felt like yesterday was a return to childhood, or at least puberty. Sara and I spent the afternoon before shooting going through boxes we hadn't seen since my family moved about 8 or 9 years ago; lots of stuff from high school and such, lots of laughs, memories, the usual. Then at dinner, post shooting, we sat around listening to Dee Snider on House of Hair and doing Mad Libs. Total flashback. And then to cap things off, we have the complete reversion of roles and ages and maturity levels and we all drop back to being between 8 and 13 years old and doing things to push buttons.
Dan and I ended up leaving for home last night, just because I didn't want to take sides. I've since spoken to Mom and Sara, as Beth's working. Today was also catch up with everyone day--I talked to another Sara from college for a good hour, just chewed the proverbial fat and laughed, which is always lovely. (: Still waiting to chat w/ Serena and Cari today, and also read my payroll books, which I'm putting off because they're about as fun as reading about the life of a slug. Which could be infintely more interesting than reading about 941 forms. I'm trying to remember that this is learning, and that I like to learn, and expand my knowledge base and keep my memory active, but I'm just bored. I don't want to read it; I'd rather do anything BUT read it. I also still have to run to the grocery store and find something to eat during the week. And dig up a peice of luggage, and pack, you name it.
Also find something to do in Chicago. Something fun and not terribly time consuming. Sara suggested Little Italy and the Museum of Science and Industry; so maybe we'll try that.
All I know is at the moment I'm having that dichotomy you get the older you get--the balance between past, present and future. HG Wells thought he was creating a time machine story unto itself but we all have that time machine present and accounted for in our own brain cells. Right now I'm living in two or three worlds at a time--one of them is apparently still not graduated from high school.
Also this year I was hesitant after having my dad's 30.06 give me some scope bite last year. Luckily I had my glasses on, so it just leapt backwards and gave me a little bruise on my nose. This year I was eager to shoot again, but I didn't want to have it jump back again, so I only talked myself into shooting twice. I did hit the target (one shot actually hit the bull's eye! yay!) and Dan suggested that we look into getting a .22 so I can actually have fun shooting and all that jazz.
However the overriding issue from the weekend was my sisters. I love both of them dearly, like you do. (: They are two of my best friends on the planet. I know them better than I know myself sometimes, which is normal considering the amount of time I've both known them and lived with them.
Anyway, they're often like oil and water. Sara's very aggressive and goal oriented; Beth's very defensive. The whole thing started when, three or four or five months ago, Sara decided that we could all pick out our own dresses. So we did; Jan's is short and very fitting, mine's longer and has a cute handkerchief bottom, and Beth's is a simple sheathe with a cowl neck. They're all great dresses, all of them black, but Sara hadn't seen Beth's yet; just heard that it was a little low cut.
It all culminated last night, oil and water, when Beth refused to try on the dress for Sara.
It's hard because you know these people so well that you can see things happening, wheels turning, and when Beth brought out the dress and Sara had a little intake of breath, I knew what would happen. Beth went defensive. Sara went on the hunt. And before you could defuse the situation, Beth was crying and asking us all to leave her apartment. Yay. What a wonderful weekend.
I felt like yesterday was a return to childhood, or at least puberty. Sara and I spent the afternoon before shooting going through boxes we hadn't seen since my family moved about 8 or 9 years ago; lots of stuff from high school and such, lots of laughs, memories, the usual. Then at dinner, post shooting, we sat around listening to Dee Snider on House of Hair and doing Mad Libs. Total flashback. And then to cap things off, we have the complete reversion of roles and ages and maturity levels and we all drop back to being between 8 and 13 years old and doing things to push buttons.
Dan and I ended up leaving for home last night, just because I didn't want to take sides. I've since spoken to Mom and Sara, as Beth's working. Today was also catch up with everyone day--I talked to another Sara from college for a good hour, just chewed the proverbial fat and laughed, which is always lovely. (: Still waiting to chat w/ Serena and Cari today, and also read my payroll books, which I'm putting off because they're about as fun as reading about the life of a slug. Which could be infintely more interesting than reading about 941 forms. I'm trying to remember that this is learning, and that I like to learn, and expand my knowledge base and keep my memory active, but I'm just bored. I don't want to read it; I'd rather do anything BUT read it. I also still have to run to the grocery store and find something to eat during the week. And dig up a peice of luggage, and pack, you name it.
Also find something to do in Chicago. Something fun and not terribly time consuming. Sara suggested Little Italy and the Museum of Science and Industry; so maybe we'll try that.
All I know is at the moment I'm having that dichotomy you get the older you get--the balance between past, present and future. HG Wells thought he was creating a time machine story unto itself but we all have that time machine present and accounted for in our own brain cells. Right now I'm living in two or three worlds at a time--one of them is apparently still not graduated from high school.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
humpty dumpty
sat on a wall
and gave up
because Wednesdays
suck.
I think I need to forage for dinner but I'm putting off because the thought of finding food is just anti-kim at the moment. I've been putting off getting more heartburn meds too, but today may be the last in a series of straws, and I'm going to just give in and go back to Target and get something. Again. *sigh* Someday, they'll come up with something to just fix it, and then I don't have to wake up feeling like I'm the third cousin twice removed of Benji the Dragon. :P
Today I felt...ineffectual. It's not a new feeling, but it's something that just bites, no matter how you look at it. I'd like to have a job wherein I feel like I'm making some kind of difference on the planet, and I mean, from some perspectives, I suppose I am...but I've been at this job for almost 2 years and when I wake up in the morning, it's been 2 years too long.
I love my coworkers. They're great. I don't mind my clients, or the computer systems that are actually cleverly designed flaming hoops with a snack size Snickers on the other side as incentive. I don't mind the cube, too much, because it has a rolly chair, which makes me happy on weird crappy days, like today, when I forgot there was a cube behind me and flipped the chair around and noseplanted myself into the cube wall. Good thing it's padded, I guess. It's management I dislike.
I could go on, but it's redundant. To sum up: do this, in this time frame, get me a schedule of it, and voila! Insta-meeting, supposed to last an hour, and fitting into 2 hours. I wasn't even *in* the meeting today, my trainee was. And now tomorrow, when I'm supposed to be reviewing, I'll be in the other fourth of the meeting.
Before you all, I declare this Humpty Dumpty Day. He wasn't just sitting on that freaking wall, he was trying to leave cubeland. I swear to god. Catbert pushed him.
and gave up
because Wednesdays
suck.
I think I need to forage for dinner but I'm putting off because the thought of finding food is just anti-kim at the moment. I've been putting off getting more heartburn meds too, but today may be the last in a series of straws, and I'm going to just give in and go back to Target and get something. Again. *sigh* Someday, they'll come up with something to just fix it, and then I don't have to wake up feeling like I'm the third cousin twice removed of Benji the Dragon. :P
Today I felt...ineffectual. It's not a new feeling, but it's something that just bites, no matter how you look at it. I'd like to have a job wherein I feel like I'm making some kind of difference on the planet, and I mean, from some perspectives, I suppose I am...but I've been at this job for almost 2 years and when I wake up in the morning, it's been 2 years too long.
I love my coworkers. They're great. I don't mind my clients, or the computer systems that are actually cleverly designed flaming hoops with a snack size Snickers on the other side as incentive. I don't mind the cube, too much, because it has a rolly chair, which makes me happy on weird crappy days, like today, when I forgot there was a cube behind me and flipped the chair around and noseplanted myself into the cube wall. Good thing it's padded, I guess. It's management I dislike.
I could go on, but it's redundant. To sum up: do this, in this time frame, get me a schedule of it, and voila! Insta-meeting, supposed to last an hour, and fitting into 2 hours. I wasn't even *in* the meeting today, my trainee was. And now tomorrow, when I'm supposed to be reviewing, I'll be in the other fourth of the meeting.
Before you all, I declare this Humpty Dumpty Day. He wasn't just sitting on that freaking wall, he was trying to leave cubeland. I swear to god. Catbert pushed him.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
Cat nap...
I love my cat. I really do. She's cute, she's fuzzy, she's cuddly. She's also very insistent and noisy, and has no claw control. Then again, she's a cat.
This morning I woke up to her lovely face nearing my mouth. She's got a thing about sticking her head in your mouth if you yawn; singers beware the curiosity of Shiva! (; Anyway I wake up as her nose touches my lower lip, and yank my head back in an excellent approxiamation of whiplash minus the car...and then, since my face has moved out of her range, she reaches out a paw and nails me in the chin, and then whines about it when I displace her from the bed.
It's like living with a small alien life form. I guess it is living with an alien; she doesn't think the way we do in the least. If she did, the hairball would have been over the linoleum. (;
*sigh* I guess right now I'm in my missing things and people stage of the month. There's usually a day during PMS that it all comes down to what I don't have, instead of focusing on what I do have. Dunno why it happens...just that it does.
I had a really good dream about Quinn last night; I miss my girl something fierce. I also miss Cari, Rene and Amanda--coffee on Thursdays, crosswords in the morning and shaking our booties at the local bar in the Vortex. I miss Serena too--knitting, belching, laughing, hanging out and watching the FBI Files. (; I miss my woods, and my familiarity with the forest up north. I miss my first kitty, Wylie. And my parents. For some reason I always miss my parents. I hate this point because I could be doing something constructive, like cleaning the litterbox or the kitchen, but I just don't want to. I want to sit here and whine. LOL
So let me try to be constructive for a minute here. What's good about life right now? I paid my bills this morning. The Missing portion of today got a jumpstart when I was paying my bills and watching the money just roll away, dandelion fuzz in the wind.
Anyway I have a job that pays my bills. I have a great boyfriend who puts up with me and my moods and is tall. Which is good. LOL My family is healthy and doing well, I have my sister Sara close to me, Shiva to purr like a semi on my stomach, and a roof over my head. I get to go shopping today and hit the farmer's market. And I get to hang out with friends all afternoon. I also have an open invite to come out to the Renn fest, if I can make it, and hang out with Christen and Tangee from work and Barb from SG1 Fridays. (: I got to see my trainee perform stand up the other night--first time I've ever seen live stand up--and he was great. I did find a good park to walk in, a bit south of here. SBW's wedding is coming up. So is the Shoot In at my parents' next weekend. And then we're going to Chicago, too--Dan's first time on a plane. I get to be on a plane again!!! YAY! I have a lot to be glad about...right?
Why is it that when I have this much, the simple act of living somehow eludes me and hormones take over and flush the system? I hate this whole Must Cry Now thing that happens to me. It's annoying. Which says a lot coming from a Dedicated Weeper. LOL
Anyway I feel better now that I've gotten that all out. Still miss my Quinn tho. Hard not to. Maybe it's time to add another kitty to the fold...if Shiva could stand it. LOL I think sometimes she misses the dogs...I think. (;
This morning I woke up to her lovely face nearing my mouth. She's got a thing about sticking her head in your mouth if you yawn; singers beware the curiosity of Shiva! (; Anyway I wake up as her nose touches my lower lip, and yank my head back in an excellent approxiamation of whiplash minus the car...and then, since my face has moved out of her range, she reaches out a paw and nails me in the chin, and then whines about it when I displace her from the bed.
It's like living with a small alien life form. I guess it is living with an alien; she doesn't think the way we do in the least. If she did, the hairball would have been over the linoleum. (;
*sigh* I guess right now I'm in my missing things and people stage of the month. There's usually a day during PMS that it all comes down to what I don't have, instead of focusing on what I do have. Dunno why it happens...just that it does.
I had a really good dream about Quinn last night; I miss my girl something fierce. I also miss Cari, Rene and Amanda--coffee on Thursdays, crosswords in the morning and shaking our booties at the local bar in the Vortex. I miss Serena too--knitting, belching, laughing, hanging out and watching the FBI Files. (; I miss my woods, and my familiarity with the forest up north. I miss my first kitty, Wylie. And my parents. For some reason I always miss my parents. I hate this point because I could be doing something constructive, like cleaning the litterbox or the kitchen, but I just don't want to. I want to sit here and whine. LOL
So let me try to be constructive for a minute here. What's good about life right now? I paid my bills this morning. The Missing portion of today got a jumpstart when I was paying my bills and watching the money just roll away, dandelion fuzz in the wind.
Anyway I have a job that pays my bills. I have a great boyfriend who puts up with me and my moods and is tall. Which is good. LOL My family is healthy and doing well, I have my sister Sara close to me, Shiva to purr like a semi on my stomach, and a roof over my head. I get to go shopping today and hit the farmer's market. And I get to hang out with friends all afternoon. I also have an open invite to come out to the Renn fest, if I can make it, and hang out with Christen and Tangee from work and Barb from SG1 Fridays. (: I got to see my trainee perform stand up the other night--first time I've ever seen live stand up--and he was great. I did find a good park to walk in, a bit south of here. SBW's wedding is coming up. So is the Shoot In at my parents' next weekend. And then we're going to Chicago, too--Dan's first time on a plane. I get to be on a plane again!!! YAY! I have a lot to be glad about...right?
Why is it that when I have this much, the simple act of living somehow eludes me and hormones take over and flush the system? I hate this whole Must Cry Now thing that happens to me. It's annoying. Which says a lot coming from a Dedicated Weeper. LOL
Anyway I feel better now that I've gotten that all out. Still miss my Quinn tho. Hard not to. Maybe it's time to add another kitty to the fold...if Shiva could stand it. LOL I think sometimes she misses the dogs...I think. (;
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
the drapery effect
Remember in Jurassic Park how Malcolm is talking about the butterfly effect? The whole rigamarole of butterfly flaps wings in China and you have a hurricane in Florida. Drivel like that. Ikea caused this, they are at fault. I think curtains add something nice and homey that almond colored blinds just can't manage.
This all started out as a trip to Ikea to see if I could locate something that would assist in the upstairs closet. Which has, please note, once again given in to gravity and met with carpeting. Dan was quite lucky in that all his boardgame boxes once again lived to see another day, all their happy little plastic peices intact. My dress pants, however, took a beating. Every time that closet falls apart, little bits of drywall get ground into the fabric. It looks like I had an accident of gigantic proportions with a stick of deoderant.
The end of the day'd finally rolled into ADP and released me from twisty phone cord. Par usual, I probably was having some low blood sugar issues...which of course I didn't take into account. I ate an apple and figured I'd try some of those Swedish meatballs. By the time I got to the Swedish meatball section of Ikea, it was packed; dinnerish time. So I sailed on past and rummaged through the bargain section, where, if left unattended, I'm worse than a child with a mud puddle. Thus far my large and joyful yellow tarp-ish bag was full of crap--a spatula, a tea infuser that I later discarded as the mesh was bent (like the tea cares, I know...), a little orange basket thing that snaps onto the kitchen shelves, and some lights (that I have yet to find batteries for but am hoping will illuminate the sink area in the kitchen. I have high hopes, I do. Now if only Duracell implanted a locator in its packaging.)
I got all distracted in the clearance section by bookshelves, more bookshelves, and at long last, a comforter cover that was king sized and possibly could fit my monstrous down comforter. It was marked down to 20 clamshells, which was reasonable...but the more I thought about it, the more I reconsidered, and it ended up back on the shelves. Then I found curtains--not just any curtains, but tab top (yay!) floor to ceiling off white canvas-muslin type curtains. My needy little heart skipped a beat and in an instant my large yellow bag was bulging with more crap.
I say crap lovingly. Like ya do...
They were marked down to 10 bucks, and who can pass up that much fabric for ten dollars? Not this gal. Of course then I had to veer back through and find the rod, and brackets, etc. Straggle back through again, totally distracted this time by some neato vases in the greenhouse area and a candle that was marked to smell like oranges but smelled more like grapefruit of doom. So nifty, Ikea is. Made it through the checkouts. Saw T from work and had to stop and chat and meet her SO and son again.
So why am I just finished installing curtains at this late hour, you ask? Well, you're probably not asking. I'm sure of it. You're thinking, why the hell am I still reading this thing? She keeps talking about drapes. Which are *so* interesting.
I get home. Realize that I really, really ought to eat something, but before I do so I have to clean the kitchen up because I notice that I left my dear crockpot all smarmy with leftover red beans and rice bits. To clean that out I have to clean out the sink, and to clean out the sink I have to unload and load the dishwasher, and wipe off the counter...so at about 8 I eat something. Then on my way back into the kitchen I see spots on the floor.
This is not a pre-fainting issue. It's someone-"rinsed"-something-out-and-dripped-all-the-way-to-the-garbage. Not bothersome if you wear slippers or socks, but dang that sucks to step in. Ewwy. I clean the floor a while, just spot mop with the 409. Now it's what, 9? I think when I was going for the 409 I noticed the kitty box needed attention...so I did that...and then while I was in the garage I remembered I needed to find Serena's pullover--which Eero has now and you will have tomorrow night!--so I dug around and found that.
Then, before I could even think about drapery, I found the little clippy shelf for the kitchen and had to put that up...and then I got distracted by the lights and finding batteries...and finally I was ready to install some drapes. Then when I was looking for the screwdriver I pulled down the toolkit in the entryway closet and got bashed on the shoulder with the hammer. Dan, note to self: you are tall enough to SEE the hammer when it's up there, I'm not. *insert stuck out tongue here*
So they're up now. The room looks sufficiently homey and smells like pissed off woman, mainly because I HATE DRYWALL. It's worse than fricking plaster, I swear to all that's holy. I kept dropping things (go figure) and then having to sort through carpet fibers to find screws, which were so covered in drywall dust that they blended quite well, and then the little ends of the curtain rod (plastic cup things designed to protect the wall and/or drive you nuts) kept falling off. At one point I pulled out the dresser to look for the endie thingy, looked all over, only to find that it was still in the upper bracket, just sitting there. *sigh*
So there's my drapery effect--end score: Ikea 1, Kim thrown out of game for picking daisies on the field instead of paying attention. Or maybe hanging curtains. Something like that.
This all started out as a trip to Ikea to see if I could locate something that would assist in the upstairs closet. Which has, please note, once again given in to gravity and met with carpeting. Dan was quite lucky in that all his boardgame boxes once again lived to see another day, all their happy little plastic peices intact. My dress pants, however, took a beating. Every time that closet falls apart, little bits of drywall get ground into the fabric. It looks like I had an accident of gigantic proportions with a stick of deoderant.
The end of the day'd finally rolled into ADP and released me from twisty phone cord. Par usual, I probably was having some low blood sugar issues...which of course I didn't take into account. I ate an apple and figured I'd try some of those Swedish meatballs. By the time I got to the Swedish meatball section of Ikea, it was packed; dinnerish time. So I sailed on past and rummaged through the bargain section, where, if left unattended, I'm worse than a child with a mud puddle. Thus far my large and joyful yellow tarp-ish bag was full of crap--a spatula, a tea infuser that I later discarded as the mesh was bent (like the tea cares, I know...), a little orange basket thing that snaps onto the kitchen shelves, and some lights (that I have yet to find batteries for but am hoping will illuminate the sink area in the kitchen. I have high hopes, I do. Now if only Duracell implanted a locator in its packaging.)
I got all distracted in the clearance section by bookshelves, more bookshelves, and at long last, a comforter cover that was king sized and possibly could fit my monstrous down comforter. It was marked down to 20 clamshells, which was reasonable...but the more I thought about it, the more I reconsidered, and it ended up back on the shelves. Then I found curtains--not just any curtains, but tab top (yay!) floor to ceiling off white canvas-muslin type curtains. My needy little heart skipped a beat and in an instant my large yellow bag was bulging with more crap.
I say crap lovingly. Like ya do...
They were marked down to 10 bucks, and who can pass up that much fabric for ten dollars? Not this gal. Of course then I had to veer back through and find the rod, and brackets, etc. Straggle back through again, totally distracted this time by some neato vases in the greenhouse area and a candle that was marked to smell like oranges but smelled more like grapefruit of doom. So nifty, Ikea is. Made it through the checkouts. Saw T from work and had to stop and chat and meet her SO and son again.
So why am I just finished installing curtains at this late hour, you ask? Well, you're probably not asking. I'm sure of it. You're thinking, why the hell am I still reading this thing? She keeps talking about drapes. Which are *so* interesting.
I get home. Realize that I really, really ought to eat something, but before I do so I have to clean the kitchen up because I notice that I left my dear crockpot all smarmy with leftover red beans and rice bits. To clean that out I have to clean out the sink, and to clean out the sink I have to unload and load the dishwasher, and wipe off the counter...so at about 8 I eat something. Then on my way back into the kitchen I see spots on the floor.
This is not a pre-fainting issue. It's someone-"rinsed"-something-out-and-dripped-all-the-way-to-the-garbage. Not bothersome if you wear slippers or socks, but dang that sucks to step in. Ewwy. I clean the floor a while, just spot mop with the 409. Now it's what, 9? I think when I was going for the 409 I noticed the kitty box needed attention...so I did that...and then while I was in the garage I remembered I needed to find Serena's pullover--which Eero has now and you will have tomorrow night!--so I dug around and found that.
Then, before I could even think about drapery, I found the little clippy shelf for the kitchen and had to put that up...and then I got distracted by the lights and finding batteries...and finally I was ready to install some drapes. Then when I was looking for the screwdriver I pulled down the toolkit in the entryway closet and got bashed on the shoulder with the hammer. Dan, note to self: you are tall enough to SEE the hammer when it's up there, I'm not. *insert stuck out tongue here*
So they're up now. The room looks sufficiently homey and smells like pissed off woman, mainly because I HATE DRYWALL. It's worse than fricking plaster, I swear to all that's holy. I kept dropping things (go figure) and then having to sort through carpet fibers to find screws, which were so covered in drywall dust that they blended quite well, and then the little ends of the curtain rod (plastic cup things designed to protect the wall and/or drive you nuts) kept falling off. At one point I pulled out the dresser to look for the endie thingy, looked all over, only to find that it was still in the upper bracket, just sitting there. *sigh*
So there's my drapery effect--end score: Ikea 1, Kim thrown out of game for picking daisies on the field instead of paying attention. Or maybe hanging curtains. Something like that.
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