Category: Odds’n'ends


On again, off again..

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August 26, 2010

I was doing quite well last week, with the blogging. And then it all went pear-shaped, as they say.

I did actually make some progress with “things” over the weekend, but you know…two steps forward, 19 back…and here I am again. Still with mounds of clean clothes to be folded and put away; I’d done all the dishes and spiffed up the counters, and there it is all to do again. Damned dishes…what is it with having to be washed every day?  I mean, really?  And then I tried to do myself in this morning.

I go now?

This cat, Valentino, who is very prone to urinary issues, has decided that even the soft wheat cat litter is not to his liking, so he’s been peeing on the garage floor next to the box, instead of in the box. *headdesk*  So, this morning, he’d done it again, so I grabbed what I thought was the hydrogen-peroxide kitty destinkum gallon jug. The stuff foamed up like it was supposed to and it usually has an odor, so I wasn’t too horribly concerned over the odd smell and the burning, tingling eye-thing.

Do you know what the major ingredient in urine is?  That’s right, Baby Bop, it’s ammonia!

Do you know what was in the white gallon jug?  That’s RIGHT, chlorine bleach!

Now…who knows what happens when you mix chlorine and ammonia?

Are we going to read the label first from now on?  You betcha, Red Rider!

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10 things I love about my life

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August 8, 2010

My husband. He’s a rock.

My daughter and son. They’re both wacky, super smart and one day the boy will be as awesome as the girl….right now…he’s 13.

My mother. She has her moments, but 95% of the time she’s pretty awesome.

My friends. Sylvan, S1ren, Debi, Lorrie, Kim….I don’t know what I’d do without you all, and by extension Laurie, Kress, and Mel.

My critters. I loves me some fuzzbutts.

My boss. he aggravates the hell out of me at the same time he’s cracking me up. I’m going to miss him when he PCS’s.

Did I mention my awesome husband? :)

My son-in-law. He doth rock.

My minivan, Louisa. Weird as it seems, she was the exact right vehicle for this time in our lives.

This adorable little Dell 11.5 laptop. I wuvs it.

The intarwebs and Mr. Google. God, I love Googling stuff! :)

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Ten things I’m sick of hearing.

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August 6, 2010

It is what it is. Uh…really…it is? You sure it’s not something else? Positive?

Supposably.  Is this supposed to be supposed and opposable  together? As in a supposed thumb of opposition?  It’s supposEDly, folks.

May when you mean might. This one really bugs me, because then when you say may, as in giving permission, people think it’s a possibility. Eddie may come over after school. That means Eddie has my permission to come over, not Eddie might come over…which is possible, or not, depending on whether his mother says he may and he can, as in he’s able to.

Less when you mean fewer. I’ll use fewer tissues when there’s less pollen in the air.

Thoroughbred when you mean purebred. Thoroughbred is a breed of horse, period. It does not denote bloodlines. Purebred is the word you want when you’re talking about your pweshus widdle snookie-wookums dust-mop Yorkie.

People saying the President isn’t a natural-born citizen. Get over this one, folks. Just because you don’t have the BALLS to admit you’re racist, doesn’t mean Mr. Obama wasn’t born IN Hawaii, WHEN it was already a state. Get.over.it.

People thinking that New Orleanians hang out in the Quarter, are drunks, and show their tits to strangers on demand.  That drunk chick, bobbling her boobies on Bourbon Street? That’s your daughter, Mr. Iowa Farmer. Unless she’s on a balcony, and then it’s more than likely your son.

You can be fat AND fit. Sorry, guys, that one’s a total oxymoron. By the very nature of the condition, obesity is the embodiment (no pun intended) of malnutrition and “unfitness.” I’m all about loving ourselves, etc. but don’t kid yourself into taking a trip on De Nial….

Oh, you’ll change your mind…. to women who don’t want children. They might. They might not. Not.your.business. By the same token, labeling someone as a horrible example of womanhood or some kind of failure because she decides–whatever her reasons are–not to have kids, is insulting and unfair.

Comic Sans hatred. I like Comic Sans and all you haters can just font off.

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Time to get cracking..

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August 6, 2010

..or posting. I’m paying about $105 a year for this dang website, so I need to like…you know…USE IT?  What a concept.

At the moment, typing is somewhat painful…we’ve been moving at work, as I might have mentioned, and I’m dead tired, I hurt all over and my trigger spots (hips, shoulders {esp. the left}, wrists, hands, feet) are hurting on top of the hurts.  Packing, unpacking, running back and forth directing traffic, trying to do my regular job on top of it, plus the special projects that are involved in a new place and tearing down the old one.  And then my 13-YO son had the unmitigated gall to say *I* don’t do anything… *falls face down*

I have an IKEA hack post to finish…so imma get to it now.

ETA:  The IKEA hack draft is on my other computer and the boy is watching Netflix on it. so….I’ll make lists instead.

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Honesty: Don’t you believe it.

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July 15, 2010

Contrary to what (most) people will tell you, they do not, in fact, want you to be honest with them. Most people are terrified of the truth…it might confirm their worst fears. They don’t want to think about the truth, that might require work or, worse, a paradigm shift, on their part. Paradigm shift is just fancy talk for a reality check. People in denial about their behavior, or their work habits (or lack thereof) don’t like reality checks. They also spend a good deal of their time and energy being paranoid, convinced everyone is talking about them and/or out to get them.  Which could be true. As the old joke has it, just because you’re paranoid does not mean everyone’s not out to get you.

I have a co-worker who I’ve tried several times to go somewhere and talk with me, have lunch or whatever. But because she apparently was afraid of what I might say, she kept blowing me off. When I finally had had enough, I vented to the boss. There really wasn’t anything we wouldn’t have said to her in person…but she walked in the office behind us and heard part of the conversation. She didn’t hear all of it and so of course took what she did hear out of context. I told the boss I thought she had heard it, but he, being male, was all, no I don’t think so, she’s just quiet because…blahdeblah.  But, eventually it came out when I asked her why she’d dropped me from FB. So, I told her what the convo was about.

As stated earlier…she really didn’t want me to be honest.

So, moral of the story, don’t lie, but don’t be honest either.

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