Monday, June 30, 2008
100 Things (Part One)
9:30 a.m. / 09:30
I've never done the 100 Things meme. I've decided to do it now, or at least start it now, but here's the thing: I'm going to cheat. Why not? You can't really stop me. Anyway, I'm going to post maybe 5 - 10 things at a time and then pick it up again later. I imagine by now most people know about the 100 Things meme, but just in case you've no idea what I'm talking about, it basically a list of 100 Things about the person writing the list. Mine will be 100 things about me. Eventually.
1. I am an unrepentant vegetarian.
2. I am a non-practicing / lapsed Catholic.
3. I get cold easily.
4. I buy a lot of books even though I work in a library. It's really kind of messed up.
5. I own my own house, and sometimes that freaks me out.
6. I blog irregularly.
7. I've been known to talk about Kermit the Frog like he's real.
8. Some days I like yard work, but not enough days.
9. For about 5 seconds around September 12, 2001 I thought George W. might be alright.
I've never done the 100 Things meme. I've decided to do it now, or at least start it now, but here's the thing: I'm going to cheat. Why not? You can't really stop me. Anyway, I'm going to post maybe 5 - 10 things at a time and then pick it up again later. I imagine by now most people know about the 100 Things meme, but just in case you've no idea what I'm talking about, it basically a list of 100 Things about the person writing the list. Mine will be 100 things about me. Eventually.
1. I am an unrepentant vegetarian.
2. I am a non-practicing / lapsed Catholic.
3. I get cold easily.
4. I buy a lot of books even though I work in a library. It's really kind of messed up.
5. I own my own house, and sometimes that freaks me out.
6. I blog irregularly.
7. I've been known to talk about Kermit the Frog like he's real.
8. Some days I like yard work, but not enough days.
9. For about 5 seconds around September 12, 2001 I thought George W. might be alright.
Labels: 100 Things
Thursday, June 19, 2008
I'm So Good At Guilt
9:50 p.m. / 21:50
I decided to take the night off. What exactly made me feel like I needed a night off is hard to explain, but the main thing is that did not mow the lawn. I'm feeling guilty about it. So, now I'm confessing to the internets.
Okay, see, I feel better now.
I decided to take the night off. What exactly made me feel like I needed a night off is hard to explain, but the main thing is that did not mow the lawn. I'm feeling guilty about it. So, now I'm confessing to the internets.
Okay, see, I feel better now.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Gonna Be A Lot Of Dead Skunks
7:07 a.m. / 07:07
This summer there is so much road construction going on in town, I think they must have had to import extra barrels from far away places. This morning I am pondering which route to work would be less painful today. It might be time to check out the winding back way that would lead me from the highway that runs past my house to the very road the library sits on. While I'm thinking about all of this, I'm shaking. Actually, my house is shaking; I'm just shaking with it. They've been re-doing the highway I've already mentioned runs past my house since well before I moved in. They've finally finished one side and this morning they're busting up the other side. I picked a great night to open up the windows.
In other pessimistic news, there's a bulge on one of my tires, so I guess I'll be getting a new tire ASAP. I just love spending money on my car! Just freakin' love it! And I've only spent between $300 - $400 (that's if you exclude the just-paid semi-annual car insurance bill) on my car so far this month, so why not replace a tire? I hope it's the one that's three years old and not one of the ones I've only had a year and a half. I couldn't tell in the dark last night.
I've also discovered that even though I clean a lot more than I ever thought I might, I have a dust bunny infestation. I blame the cat, because they really look more furry than dusty. I think it's what makes them look so alarmingly alive.
Oh, the title! I didn't want to spoil the joke for those who were there, but here's an explanation for those who were not: On a road trip somewhere around the summer of 2004 it was decided that the orange road construction barrels must actually attract skunks and that's how they get killed and stink up the roadway. That's how I remember it, anyway.
This summer there is so much road construction going on in town, I think they must have had to import extra barrels from far away places. This morning I am pondering which route to work would be less painful today. It might be time to check out the winding back way that would lead me from the highway that runs past my house to the very road the library sits on. While I'm thinking about all of this, I'm shaking. Actually, my house is shaking; I'm just shaking with it. They've been re-doing the highway I've already mentioned runs past my house since well before I moved in. They've finally finished one side and this morning they're busting up the other side. I picked a great night to open up the windows.
In other pessimistic news, there's a bulge on one of my tires, so I guess I'll be getting a new tire ASAP. I just love spending money on my car! Just freakin' love it! And I've only spent between $300 - $400 (that's if you exclude the just-paid semi-annual car insurance bill) on my car so far this month, so why not replace a tire? I hope it's the one that's three years old and not one of the ones I've only had a year and a half. I couldn't tell in the dark last night.
I've also discovered that even though I clean a lot more than I ever thought I might, I have a dust bunny infestation. I blame the cat, because they really look more furry than dusty. I think it's what makes them look so alarmingly alive.
Oh, the title! I didn't want to spoil the joke for those who were there, but here's an explanation for those who were not: On a road trip somewhere around the summer of 2004 it was decided that the orange road construction barrels must actually attract skunks and that's how they get killed and stink up the roadway. That's how I remember it, anyway.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Spider Karma
7:05 a.m. / 07:05
I'm a vegetarian bug killer. As in, I am a vegetarian and I kill bugs. So sue me. Most of the time I don't worry too much one way or anther about it. Actually, being a girl, it's sort of point of pride that I can and will tackle ugly bugs when need be, rather than just screaming. It's just a bug. Okay, sometimes it's a seriously gross bug, but still, most of the time it's not really going to harm me. That leads me to the next bit: I don't actually kill all bugs. It depends on what they are and where they are. I'm actually fairly content to let some poor pale goth spider live over my shower. Crickets in the basement? Disgusting, but I let them be. Actually, so far my basement here is gloriously cricket-free. But I digress. Again. You see the event this post was born of happened not much past 6:00 a.m. today when I was in the basement putting today's work clothes in the dryer. There was a spider by the old shower drain. It was a notably brown spider. Upon closer inspection, I decided that even though it was brown and lurking in my basement, it didn't actually seem to be an evil Brown Recluse. But I killed it just in case. I have a thing with Brown Recluse spiders. I know that just about no one likes them what with them being poisonous and all, but since learning about them years ago I've sort of lived in constant fear of them... it's just an easily repressed fear that only surfaces when I see a brown spider. So this morning I killed a brown spider that was probably not a Brown Recluse because I just wanted to be sure. A similar situation ended in the death of another brown spider maybe two weeks ago at work, just outside the staff room. For some reason I'm feeling funny about having killed two spiders so close together. What has this done to my spider karma? If I kill a third tomorrow, will a trained assassin Black Widow arrive in the midwest just for me? Probably not... I have no idea where I get this stuff from.
I'm a vegetarian bug killer. As in, I am a vegetarian and I kill bugs. So sue me. Most of the time I don't worry too much one way or anther about it. Actually, being a girl, it's sort of point of pride that I can and will tackle ugly bugs when need be, rather than just screaming. It's just a bug. Okay, sometimes it's a seriously gross bug, but still, most of the time it's not really going to harm me. That leads me to the next bit: I don't actually kill all bugs. It depends on what they are and where they are. I'm actually fairly content to let some poor pale goth spider live over my shower. Crickets in the basement? Disgusting, but I let them be. Actually, so far my basement here is gloriously cricket-free. But I digress. Again. You see the event this post was born of happened not much past 6:00 a.m. today when I was in the basement putting today's work clothes in the dryer. There was a spider by the old shower drain. It was a notably brown spider. Upon closer inspection, I decided that even though it was brown and lurking in my basement, it didn't actually seem to be an evil Brown Recluse. But I killed it just in case. I have a thing with Brown Recluse spiders. I know that just about no one likes them what with them being poisonous and all, but since learning about them years ago I've sort of lived in constant fear of them... it's just an easily repressed fear that only surfaces when I see a brown spider. So this morning I killed a brown spider that was probably not a Brown Recluse because I just wanted to be sure. A similar situation ended in the death of another brown spider maybe two weeks ago at work, just outside the staff room. For some reason I'm feeling funny about having killed two spiders so close together. What has this done to my spider karma? If I kill a third tomorrow, will a trained assassin Black Widow arrive in the midwest just for me? Probably not... I have no idea where I get this stuff from.
