Friday, April 30, 2004
I had lunch with two co-workers/friends today. I am not proud to say that I finished my 1/3 pound hamburger. Just me. All by myself. I ate ALL OF IT, even the part of the bun that didn't have any meat in it. It was such a delicious hamburger, bursting with flavor! At the time, that is. Thinking back, all I feel is GRRRRAUUUUGHPHFFFFFF. Yes, that spells the way I feel. Sound it out (do it out loud) and you'll know exactly how I feel at this very moment, remembering that big greasy hamburger that I can still smell on my hands and it WON"T WASH OFF!! Oops, not a hamburger, a cheeseburger.
The two of them, both large men, marveled at how I managed to scarf that huge burger down. We sat at the table for a very long time, trying to get enough refills to make paying $3.50 for a drink worth it. We all had work to do, all were supposed to go to separate neighborhoods and knock on strangers' doors asking them to dish out information about their neighbors. But it was raining. POURING. (The old man was snoring...) We all said we might go just get them done, but laughed and knew that none of us were going to tromp around in the pouring rain in our suits/skirts and dress shoes/high heels. By the time we left, the sun was shining.
Co-worker/Friend #1: Huh. It stopped raining.
Me: Yep
Co-worker #2: I guess I can go do that neighborhood now.
Me: I'm not.
Co-worker #1: Me, either.
Co-worker #2: (shrugging) Me, either.
Such is the way it goes. We are having lunch again on Tuesday and I see things happening in much the same way. I won't, however, be consuming a disgusting, oversized, smelly, (delicious) cheeseburger. Salad, perhaps.
The two of them, both large men, marveled at how I managed to scarf that huge burger down. We sat at the table for a very long time, trying to get enough refills to make paying $3.50 for a drink worth it. We all had work to do, all were supposed to go to separate neighborhoods and knock on strangers' doors asking them to dish out information about their neighbors. But it was raining. POURING. (The old man was snoring...) We all said we might go just get them done, but laughed and knew that none of us were going to tromp around in the pouring rain in our suits/skirts and dress shoes/high heels. By the time we left, the sun was shining.
Co-worker/Friend #1: Huh. It stopped raining.
Me: Yep
Co-worker #2: I guess I can go do that neighborhood now.
Me: I'm not.
Co-worker #1: Me, either.
Co-worker #2: (shrugging) Me, either.
Such is the way it goes. We are having lunch again on Tuesday and I see things happening in much the same way. I won't, however, be consuming a disgusting, oversized, smelly, (delicious) cheeseburger. Salad, perhaps.
Monday, April 26, 2004
As I write, I am sitting in a cold, scary basement. I have banished all of Kevin's art stuff to the basement, calling it his studio, including his computer. I don't need this thing cluttering up my office! Unfortunately, his computer is nicer than mine and mine is not accepting the internet. So here I sit in the basement, a little scared, it is getting dark outside. My feet, of course, are curled up under me on the chair and will stay that way, damn the pain of it, until I make the mad dash back upstairs. Mice are bad. I haven't seen any signs of mice, but they are just waiting for me to let my guard down. Worse, I think there may be monsters down here. So I'll make this quick and get upstairs where I feel safe.
I started my search for a new grocery store today. I love my old Hy-Vee. Everyone in Kansas City knows that the best prices are at Hy-Vee and Price-Chopper. I happen to be very loyal to Hy-vee. There is a new Hy-Vee close by my new house so I thought I'd make a quick trip there. After all, it's still a Hy-Vee. How different can it be, right? WRONG! I was barely half-way through my list when I seriously considered abandoning my cart and going to my old Hy-Vee. This imposter pretending to be a Hy-Vee had everything in the wrong place! Everyone else seemed to be doing fine. I wanted to scream, "What is wrong with you people?! Can't you see that this store is all backwards and upside down and just plain WRONG? How can you shop like this? HOW?!!" It took me 20 minutes to find the zucchini, the one and only zucchini in the section. Upon spotting it, I hurtled my cart through the produce to beat everyone else to it, as if it the rest of the world was after my zucchini. No one else seemed to be bothered by this lack of zucchini. I guess they aren't making pasta salad this week. The didn't even have kiwi. How, I say HOW am I supposed to make a kiwi and mango salsa without kiwi? Anyway, it was terribly traumatic grocery shopping experience and from now on I'm hopping on the highway and going to my comfortable and familiar Barry Road Hy-Vee, where there's a helpful smile in every aisle.
For some reason, blogger's spell check isn't showing up on Kevin's crazy Macintosh, so pardon my spelling errors. I'm really nervous about the spelling of zucchini.
I started my search for a new grocery store today. I love my old Hy-Vee. Everyone in Kansas City knows that the best prices are at Hy-Vee and Price-Chopper. I happen to be very loyal to Hy-vee. There is a new Hy-Vee close by my new house so I thought I'd make a quick trip there. After all, it's still a Hy-Vee. How different can it be, right? WRONG! I was barely half-way through my list when I seriously considered abandoning my cart and going to my old Hy-Vee. This imposter pretending to be a Hy-Vee had everything in the wrong place! Everyone else seemed to be doing fine. I wanted to scream, "What is wrong with you people?! Can't you see that this store is all backwards and upside down and just plain WRONG? How can you shop like this? HOW?!!" It took me 20 minutes to find the zucchini, the one and only zucchini in the section. Upon spotting it, I hurtled my cart through the produce to beat everyone else to it, as if it the rest of the world was after my zucchini. No one else seemed to be bothered by this lack of zucchini. I guess they aren't making pasta salad this week. The didn't even have kiwi. How, I say HOW am I supposed to make a kiwi and mango salsa without kiwi? Anyway, it was terribly traumatic grocery shopping experience and from now on I'm hopping on the highway and going to my comfortable and familiar Barry Road Hy-Vee, where there's a helpful smile in every aisle.
For some reason, blogger's spell check isn't showing up on Kevin's crazy Macintosh, so pardon my spelling errors. I'm really nervous about the spelling of zucchini.
Thursday, April 15, 2004
Oh, what a relief it is to be back at work!! I feel like I'm on vacation. Never thought I'd say that!! Top has managed to find something poisonous--ivy or oak, I dunno--in the yard and is scratching herself bloody. I'm taking her to the vet this morning and then she is going to escort me throughout the rest of my work day. (Now I feel guilty for throwing the corner of my banana bread at her head when she was scratching instead of doing her business outside--I didn't know she had a rash, I just thought she was being dumb!)
I'm sitting in my half-empty apartment doing laundry. I can't believe I missed American Idol this week! I also missed The OC, and I am dying to know what happened. The Goods have DVR and were supposed to record it for me. While I was missing The OC, I cleaned the dining room blinds and windows and Kevin brought over our dining room table. Finally, a place to sit! Nothing clever to say today, sorry to disappoint.
I'm sitting in my half-empty apartment doing laundry. I can't believe I missed American Idol this week! I also missed The OC, and I am dying to know what happened. The Goods have DVR and were supposed to record it for me. While I was missing The OC, I cleaned the dining room blinds and windows and Kevin brought over our dining room table. Finally, a place to sit! Nothing clever to say today, sorry to disappoint.
Monday, April 12, 2004
Buyer's remorse? Not really. I'm tired. I'm sore. I have a huge gash on my arm from my struggle with the new bed frame. Three bedrooms and one bathroom have fresh paint. The other bathroom has been deserted. I hate wallpaper and the people who put it up. The kitchen is an absolute lost cause. It has been discovered that the previous owners did a very half-assed job of remodeling the kitchen so that on first look, it looks nice, but getting just a little bit closer for inspection, it is a MESS!! But that is only the negative. Everything else is, well, wonderful! We have house, we have a house!!
Day One in Our First Home:
We arrive excited and smiling at 8:00 Saturday morning, per contract agreement, only to find the previous owner THERE IN OUR HOUSE! He hadn't finished moving yet! Needless to say, we were quite angry, seeing as how he was trespassing. He fumbles around telling us how hard life is when you have three children. After a few loads, he finally relinquished the rest of the keys and the garage door opener. He left a beat up couch in the garage so I can't pull my car in and a big ugly playset in the backyard that he said he'll get later. Top inspects the house, pooping in the basement and in the hall. Gross. Top inspects the backyard, rolling in something VERY smelly, probably something dead. She has had a shower, but is still a very stinky puppy. I set to work on the kitchen, wanting to get the ugly wallpaper down. One hour later I am crying because it will not, simply WILL NOT come down. I move on to taping the rooms for paint. Then Kevin's friend Comer, who I generally despise, shows up. Low and behold, he is a HUGE help! His girlfriend comes over later, and so do the Goods. With the six of us working, we got the three bedrooms painted, drank a good amount of beer, and had a lovely time.
Day Two in Our First Home.
Kevin and I take over more boxes and meet our neighbors, Cecil and Eva (both approximately 109 years old). Eva, most people call her Eve (!), made us cookies and sent Cecil over to deliver them. How sweet! Kevin and I paint the master bathroom. Kevin and I once again tackle the kitchen, pretty much destroying the wall. We go to the hardware store. We get the furniture for the guest bedroom out of his parents' basement. I don't help carry it in. While Kevin goes for Taco Bell, I nearly cut my arm off wrestling with the stupid bed frame. We eat. We come back to the apartment. We shower. I accidentally trap the cat in the underwear drawer. We sleep.
Day Three in Our First Home:
I'm not there yet. I'm blogging.
Day One in Our First Home:
We arrive excited and smiling at 8:00 Saturday morning, per contract agreement, only to find the previous owner THERE IN OUR HOUSE! He hadn't finished moving yet! Needless to say, we were quite angry, seeing as how he was trespassing. He fumbles around telling us how hard life is when you have three children. After a few loads, he finally relinquished the rest of the keys and the garage door opener. He left a beat up couch in the garage so I can't pull my car in and a big ugly playset in the backyard that he said he'll get later. Top inspects the house, pooping in the basement and in the hall. Gross. Top inspects the backyard, rolling in something VERY smelly, probably something dead. She has had a shower, but is still a very stinky puppy. I set to work on the kitchen, wanting to get the ugly wallpaper down. One hour later I am crying because it will not, simply WILL NOT come down. I move on to taping the rooms for paint. Then Kevin's friend Comer, who I generally despise, shows up. Low and behold, he is a HUGE help! His girlfriend comes over later, and so do the Goods. With the six of us working, we got the three bedrooms painted, drank a good amount of beer, and had a lovely time.
Day Two in Our First Home.
Kevin and I take over more boxes and meet our neighbors, Cecil and Eva (both approximately 109 years old). Eva, most people call her Eve (!), made us cookies and sent Cecil over to deliver them. How sweet! Kevin and I paint the master bathroom. Kevin and I once again tackle the kitchen, pretty much destroying the wall. We go to the hardware store. We get the furniture for the guest bedroom out of his parents' basement. I don't help carry it in. While Kevin goes for Taco Bell, I nearly cut my arm off wrestling with the stupid bed frame. We eat. We come back to the apartment. We shower. I accidentally trap the cat in the underwear drawer. We sleep.
Day Three in Our First Home:
I'm not there yet. I'm blogging.
Friday, April 09, 2004
We close on the house in one hour. I am feeling a little bit nervous. This place is overloaded with boxes. Kevin rented the third Matrix last night, then got home and remembered that I had already packed the DVD player. Oops. We sat around last night and watched The Apprentice. Omarosa is a worthless bitch (sorry about the language, Mom). I don't know why the Trump brought her back and forced someone to have her on his team. That's just not fair! I'm becoming quite a fan of The Don. He's horribly ugly, but his just so damn cocky that I can't help but like him. He makes me laugh.
My tummy is feeling nervous about signing into so much debt! I just told Kevin that I feel like I have to walk on the runway or swim the 200 fly (I'm horrible at both!). Have a good weekend, all. I'll try to keep blogging amid the frenzy of moving this week.
My tummy is feeling nervous about signing into so much debt! I just told Kevin that I feel like I have to walk on the runway or swim the 200 fly (I'm horrible at both!). Have a good weekend, all. I'll try to keep blogging amid the frenzy of moving this week.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!
If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!
How grammatically sound are you?
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Whew! I passed.
We close on our house on Friday. I have the apartment mostly packed up and there are boxes stacked everywhere. The animals are not coping well with the relocation activities. Lucy-cat, usually a wild child, has suddenly become a lap cat, giving my black business-wear a whole new look. Top spends half of her time shaking under the bed or in her favorite corner of the couch. The rest of the time she is running around the apartment like a mad woman barking her fool head off. My dog talk isn't the best, but as far as I can tell her fits translate to, "Take me with you, take me with you! Please don't leave me!! I love you, don't leave me!" Top's coping mechanism is to eat out of the litter box and drag litter all over the carpet. She's not even trying to be sneaky anymore. She just prances on in there and brings those turds right out and eats them in front of us. Eeeeww! We have tried to reason with them and explain that they are going to have a big new house and a yard to frolic in. Unfortunately, they understand less of us than we do of them. Lucy only understands her name. I'm not entirely sure that Top even understands her name, but she understands Night-night, Bye-bye, Outside, and Treat.
Blogging will be sparse for the next couple of weeks as we will be peeling wallpaper, painting walls, moving out, and moving in.
Blogging will be sparse for the next couple of weeks as we will be peeling wallpaper, painting walls, moving out, and moving in.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
What a silly girl I am! I had a bit of work leftover from the week to finish this morning. I put in The Sound of Music to watch/listen to while I typed. Maria and Captain Von Trapp (hubba hubba, eh ladies?) just got back from their honeymoon. I've already cried twice. First when the Captain got back and first heard his children singing and began singing with them; second when Captain Von Trapp and Maria were dancing in the courtyard. I already said it, I'm such a silly girl. Here are other silly things that make me cry:
1) Billy Joel's "Lullabye" and "And So It Goes"
2) That cancer commercial where the lady is in a coma and having flashbacks on her life and at the end she opens her eyes and sees her husband and says, "Peter!" Man, I cry just thinking about that one!
3) When I make a mess of a new recipe
4) Sometimes when Kevin smiles at me I get oh so gushy and teary
5) Now I'm crying at "Edelweiss!"
6) When I think of my Benno, and how my Grandma must mourn
7) Now I'm crying at the Von Trapp Family Singers singing "Goodbye"
Enough!!!
1) Billy Joel's "Lullabye" and "And So It Goes"
2) That cancer commercial where the lady is in a coma and having flashbacks on her life and at the end she opens her eyes and sees her husband and says, "Peter!" Man, I cry just thinking about that one!
3) When I make a mess of a new recipe
4) Sometimes when Kevin smiles at me I get oh so gushy and teary
5) Now I'm crying at "Edelweiss!"
6) When I think of my Benno, and how my Grandma must mourn
7) Now I'm crying at the Von Trapp Family Singers singing "Goodbye"
Enough!!!
Thursday, April 01, 2004
I actually heard a woman on NPR, on gay marriage in Missouri, saying that if we allow gay people to get married then we may as well allow marriage between man and sheep or allow a father marry his daughter. Since I know that only open-minded, intelligent people read my blog, I don't need to go into now insulting and ridiculous that is.
Changing the subject, Kansas City is having a huge Praise the Lord Convention next weekend and they are advertising it on television. I cannot see the commercial without laughing and laughing hard. You see hundreds of people in an auditorium with tear stained faces turned skyward. Cut to a frumpy young woman holding the microphone, crying and shouting, "YES, I can HEAR you! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOO (wails)!!!" Admission is free, of course. The commercial is so amusing that I am almost tempted to go see what all the fuss is about. Heh heh. HAAA! Right.
Changing the subject, Kansas City is having a huge Praise the Lord Convention next weekend and they are advertising it on television. I cannot see the commercial without laughing and laughing hard. You see hundreds of people in an auditorium with tear stained faces turned skyward. Cut to a frumpy young woman holding the microphone, crying and shouting, "YES, I can HEAR you! WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOHOOOO (wails)!!!" Admission is free, of course. The commercial is so amusing that I am almost tempted to go see what all the fuss is about. Heh heh. HAAA! Right.
