If you’re not reading Ack Attack’s Lost recaps, you’re an idiot.
Nah, you’re not really an idiot, but I couldn’t pass up the Dwight reference.
Anyway, my point. The recap for the Lost finale is up, and this part made me snort Negra Modelo out my nose:
I stopped reading to come share that with you, so I gotta get back to it now. The whole thing is here. Seriously, go see. Make sure you pee first.
After shampooing my hair, I remembered that I was out of conditioner.
On my way out the door, I grabbed my black long sleeved coat thing only to find that I’d washed my lookalike long black shorts instead. Will be wearing a fleece that does not match to battle the air conditioner today.
Got cut off by an asshole in a red Beamer who didn’t think that whole stop sign thing applied to him.
Got cut off by an asshole in a Civic when he decided not to see if anyone was coming through the green light before he turned right on red.
Then I broke a nail putting the top up on the car.
This day had better improve, or these Commit lozenges won’t be enough to keep me from ripping someone’s ears off.
(I’m only doing this because Lesley told me to. And because I’m about to ask her for a favor.)
I played, well, sang, Rock Band for the first time last night and it was fabulous. I’m told that if I want to sing Thelma Houston that I’ll have to get one of those other karaoke games, which would be fine because I totally suck at the guitar part and I haven’t done the drums yet, but I think I’d suck at that too. And other than Metallica and Boston and some Oasis, there really weren’t all that many bands on Rock Band that I like. The instruments are cool, but wasted on me. Give me a karaoke game with some disco and hip hop on it and I’ll rock that shit right out.
The weekend is already bookedy booked. There’s lots to do with the visiting bride-to-be, and I MUST get some stuff done around the house, and I think we have to go to Clarksville. Nothing like driving an hour to pick up the bag of dirty underwear you left in someone’s car after a weekend of camping and then driving an hour back. Whee.
Oh right, and what about freaking Lost?!
- Considering how much I slacked off in Spanish class, it’s kind of funny that I’m having such a hard time trying to conjugate and pronounce German words. I keep trilling the Rs and doing my vowels all Spanishy.
- I’m a couple of weeks behind on Battlestar Galactica, but I hear that Tigh smacked Papadama or something, so I’m anxious to see that craziness. I don’t know that anything will beat out chicky throwing you know who out the air lock as the nuttiest moment as yet this season. Lee and Kara’s smoochy in the brig was pretty exciting, though.
- Lost finale? Already? Sheesh.
- We’ve been so busy, it’s not even funny. I was going to use the long Memorial Day weekend to work in the kitchen that was supposed to be finished like 8 months ago, but we got an impromptu invitation to go to some lake in Alabama. You can guess which option we chose. Ugh. I don’t need to see a beer again for at least a month. Maybe a week. Tomorrow, at the very earliest. Still, it was worth suffering through three days of unhealthy food and beverage consumption because I got this cool ass picture of my main man:
Remember going on field trips when you and your friends scored the last couple of rows on the bus and the teachers had the eagle eye on you, watching for spitballs and arms hanging out the window?
My mom teaches elementary school, and came home from a field trip yesterday with a story about how she had to sit in the back of the bus and intervene on a conversation between kids who were telling each other about how one likes the way another’s butt smelled. The conversation was being conducted in chat rooms via Nintendo DS.
How can that much have changed since my day?
ETA Not that we weren’t referring to each other’s butts, but we did it the old fashioned way. You know, by talking.
When we moved into our house, there were four gigantic yews planted along the front porch. I’m sure that at one time, they were beautiful and lush. By the time we got around to pruning them down to where they weren’t blocking out the sun, we couldn’t get all the clipped pieces out, and had to cut it down to where the limbs were all spindly. By the time we got new growth, the things were as big as before and the dead pieces that weren’t rescued were a lovely shade of diarrhea, still stuck deep within the branches, never to be liberated again.
So we cut them down. Like two years ago. And then just dug out the root balls about three weeks ago. I never said we were speedy.
Yesterday, I bought some lovely little bushes to fill in the dead space that is our lawn. I apologize in advance to my neighbors and to anyone who drove down our street today. Those frakking yews had roots the size of Greenland, and I spent a good part of my afternoon hacking at them with an ax, my ass up in the air, jiggling with every whack. Sorry, no pictures.
Still, two of the four bushes are planted, another hole dug, one to go. I weeded the jungle around our tree and put down mulch. We took our one allowed trip to the dump (although we have probably two to make next weekend). I painted the requisite concrete planter that came with the house so I can put it on the porch with my favorite Lemon Zest petunias in it. I made dinner, put in a load of laundry, and will most likely have a shower sometime in the next two hours. I quit. It’s almost 8 o’clock, and if there ever was a day that I deserved a beer, that day has come.
Now I just have to decide if I should watch Friday’s BSG or read the next Narnia book whilst drinking this hoppy German goodness. Not the worst choice to have to make on a lovely Sunday evening.
Whaaaat? Patsy Stone Patsy is 62 frickin years old? Well, happy birthday, Joanna Lumley, and thanks for giving me an excuse to post my favorite Ab Fab clip of all time.
We get a lot of traffic on our street. When people are just passing through, they generally take the three blocks with no stop signs as an invitation to test their acceleration skills. The exception to this, not including the people who live here, are the drivers creep along the road looking suspicious.
We’ve had someone kicking in our door in the middle of the night. On a day we were leaving for vacation, I came home early to pack and was out in the backyard talking to my neighbor while a young man walked down the alley casing every back door on the block. My car has been broken into so many times I’ve forgotten when I lost count.
I spend a lot of time lounging in our porch swing, and when people go slinking by in a car I don’t recognize, I do the glare. I look at license plates and makes and models. I’m also not very good about introducing myself to new neighbors, so I’m now realizing that when they have friends over and are filling them in on the people in the neighborhood, I’m probably being described as the weird one who sits on the front porch and gives dirty looks to strangers. Awesome.
With the exception of lots of squealing over Jim’s one knee freakout Thursday, there hasn’t been much going on around here. I figure I’ve overstayed my tv blogging welcome what with all the Buffy and Angel stuff, so I’ve let off about the Office and BSG. Lost does come back next week, though, so that new rule may be out the window in 5 days.
We decided (we being Ivy, Lesley, Muffy, and I, among others) to go against our better judgement and have this yard sale. Most of today was wasted washing clothes that will be priced and hopefully hocked next weekend. This morning I took Neurottie (formerly known as Muttweiler #2) to the vet for her annual, and strangely enough, no worms, no nothing but good health. Considering how much cat poop she eats, the no worms thing was rather surprising. As a treat for not devouring any of the vet techs, I took her to get a new collar after her appointment (she loves new stuff - she’s a primper), but the automatic doors at Petco freaked her out so much that she slept for about 10 hours upon returning home. Hence the new name.
Tomorrow, we venture into the attic. We’ve got 2, maybe 3 tvs to haul down, not to mention anything else we’re willing to part with. Another exciting weekend at our house.
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