Thursday, July 02, 2009

No sideways comments...whatever the hell those are.

::sigh::

My family sees me a being a troublemaker. A "common thread" among instances of turmoil (that all happened over 3 years ago, mind you) that I apparently should take all responsibility for on my own shoulders.

Because I never take responsibility for shit when I make mistakes or do anything wrong. Nooooo. That is sooo not me. ::rolls eyes::

Life sucks right now. Hope everyone else's is doing better than mine fucking is.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

A fungus among us.

Our Ryan Lawn & Tree rep was at the house yesterday, laying out the 2nd summer fertilizer and grub control treatment for this season, and he explained that we apparently have a fungus in our yard, both in front and in back, and its what is causing our grass to turn brown in certain spots. We thought it was that the crabgrass from the new seed was dying thanks to the fertilizer and control treatments we get, but we were wrong.

I'm highly disappointed about this. Why the fuck do we pay hundreds of dollars each year to have our lawn treated for crap if we're still susceptible to something like this fungus? Not to worry, though...they can treat the fungus separately for an additional $150. AUGH!

I'm pissed. But I can rest assured that we aren't the only ones experiencing this fungus crap this season...apparently, it's an epidemic in the area.

Fuck. that. shit. I want it taken care of as a part of my normal treatments. This is not acceptable at all.

(I'm feeling emotionally drained lately. Its making it hard to do anything other than go to work, go home, sleep, and start over again. Sorry for the slowness in posting while I go through this.)

Monday, June 29, 2009

Confessions

1. I have had Michael Jackson songs stuck in my head since he died. Which was, what, 4 days ago now? It's getting old, tiresome, and really, really annoying. (There was a sweet hour yesterday when I had Even Flow stuck in my head instead of any Michael Jackson songs. It was a nice time.)

2. I want to take advantage of the 32 month no payment/no interest deal that Nebraska Furniture Mart is having right now, so we can buy a new fridge and a stove. But we don't really need the additional debt, or the new appliances. We just want the new appliances. We talked about it for two days before deciding it would be stupid, and moved on. ::sigh::

3. I've been looking at houses on Reece & Nichols for the last hour. Why? I. Don't. Know.

4. I feel bad that I have nothing else to write about. But instead of just rambling aimlessly about nothing, I figure it's best for everyone if I just let it go and stop trying to come up with something interesting to post about. I just am not that interesting of a person, dammit.

Friday, June 26, 2009

I don't see what all the fuss is about.

Is it so hard to believe that a girl who hasn't eaten dairy products for the past 17 years of her life has never had Ben & Jerry's ice cream? Because last night when Leo and I were at the store restocking our now-empty fridge for the end of the week, we stopped by the ice cream section. Some girlfriends of mine had been talking about some fabulously wonderful (according to them) flavors of Ben & Jerry's that they had recently, and it piqued my interest in the stuff. As I looked over the flavors and tried to decide which one to try first, Leo paced behind me saying things like, "You're opening up a window," and "I can plow right through one of those in one sitting," in a questionable tone, referring to the pints we had in front of us. I told him that's why you need to put some in a bowl, and leave the rest in the freezer. But he just kept saying, "I don't know..." I proclaimed my superiorority over him yet again, as I do not have a problem with addiction of any kind, and grabbed my choice out of the freezer. Then he reached in and grabbed his, and looked at me warily as he put it in the cart.

Hahahaha! You poor addictive types. Sucks to be you! :P

Later, after we'd finished dinner and had spent enough time pretending to not be thinking about the pints of ice cream we had in the freezer, I suggested that I was ready to try this fabled "Ben & Jerry's" stuff of legend. I thought Leo would run me down as we headed to the kitchen! (Clearly, I had been wrong all this time in thinking he enjoyed the soy ice creams we brought home as much as he had said he had.) I put some into a bowl, and headed back to the couch, and Leo did the same, and then I tried it.

Meh. It was fine. The chocolate part was really...chocolatey, I guess.

I mean, it wasn't bad, but I didn't see what all the fuss was about. (I grabbed Karamel Sutra, in case you were wondering what I decided to pop my Ben & Jerry's cherry with.)

I'm kinda sad that I didn't grab a pint of the Pure Decadence we saw at Whole Foods...they have the kind made with coconut milk that I'd been wanting to try! Maybe next week...

Anyway, am I missing something? Maybe my years without dairy have made me jaded. I have to say that my enjoyment of cheeses I haven't been able to eat in forever has been through the roof over the last few months (as is evidenced by my ASS), so I don't think it's that I just don't care about all dairy. I dunno. Maybe I grabbed the wrong kind...we'll see if some other flavor makes me freak out more in the future. I've heard amazing things about a peach/raspberry cobbler flavor that I might be interested in...

What do you guys think? Am I nuts?

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Well, that sucked.

We had something that seemed akin to a hurricane that blew through our area last night around 7-ish, and knocked out the power to our house. I waited about 5 minutes, and then I called in the outtage to the power company, and then Leo and I settled in to watch Team America on a 2 inch iPod screen with the amazing sound afforded us by the Bose docking station I bought for him for Christmas two years ago. (Srsly, worth every penny.)

My neighbor called at about 8:30 to see if we were out like he was, and I told him we were, and we were considering running an extension cord from the neighbors across the street because, as usual, they still had power while we did not. Fucking stupid grid. (They NEVER lose power, no matter what is going on. I hate them a little bit for that reason.) He had gone to the Record Bar to watch a band, but was unable to get in, so he was on his way home when the hurricane-type thingy hit. He told me a HUGE tree was down over on Nall between 71st and 72nd. I figured that might've been the culprit for our outtage, and hoped that once they cleared it, they'd get the power back on.

The power was still out at bedtime, so I called in the outtage again, and tried to get an idea of what time they expected it to be back on again, but they either stopped providing that kind of info, or they only do it in winter with ice storm outtages, because they just said they'd have it back up as soon as possible. And then I settled in for an attempt at a very hot sleep. Fortunately, some relatively cool breezes blew in after the storm moved on, and with the windows open, it was tolerable. I still didn't sleep well because I need it to be COLD for me to sleep, but I tried.

I was woken out of a sound slumber at about 12:40 a.m. by the power coming back on...oh glory be! I was so excited! And then we quickly heard a POP, and saw a flash-fla-fla-flash!, and the power was gone again. Shit...a transformer had blown, and it was close. Goddammit! I called in the outtage yet again, in case the power company thought they had restored the power successfully and were planning on moving on. (I know, they probably already knew what was up, but it makes my brain rest easier when I do shit like that, ok?)

At about 3, one of our neighbors, for some unknown, ungodly reason, decided to let one of her dogs out in the yard. Apparently, the dog was none too happy about this decision, and it was high-pitch bark/whining at her at the highest volume level its lungs would allow. Of course, as our windows were all WIDE OPEN, we could hear everything that was going on as though it were in the room with us, and this caused Jake and Izzy to bark as well, naturally. I could hear her scolding the dog as it barked back at her, and I yelled "SHUT UUUUPP!" a couple of times, but she must not've heard me over the racket her dog was producing, because she left it the fuck out there, and went inside. That dog continued on like that for another twennnty-fiiive minutes. And if you think she isn't getting a strongly-worded letter from me on behalf of her surrounding neighbors later today, you would be mistaken. Although that was pretty solid proof to me that she is, indeed, a total fucking moron, I'm going to try to help her understand what a dope she is for what she did, and warn her that in the future, I have her address, and will not hesitate to contact the police to report her for breaking the noise ordinance in our neighborhood. Fucking idiot.

At about 4 a.m., I was still up tossing and turning. I heard a truck idling nearby, and then saw flashlights bobbing about out in the yards. I went out to see what was up, and chatted with a couple of power company guys that were looking for the cause of the breakdown after they got the emergency power back up and running at 12:40 a.m. I told them what we'd seen and heard from our room, and they continued on looking for the culprit. Seems they believed a branch had fallen on a line, and it took the surge from the emergency power for it to shut down it's local transformer. They figured one had blown, but they didn't seem too pleased when I confirmed that by telling them what we'd seen and heard at 12:40-ish. I thanked them for what they were doing, and went back inside to get more rest.

And the power is still out this morning, so I shut the house up, took the dogs to daycare, and came to work to revel in the power and AC. I look super-pretty, as it is just a wonderful experience to put on makeup by the light of the glow from the rising sun in the east in the morning, as I attempt to stop myself from sweating in the ever-increasing heat of the day. It was only a sultry 76 degrees in the house when I left, but it felt warmer than that in some rooms, and seemed to make my morning shower a completely useless task to have undertaken. I guess I can hope that, even though I may be sweaty, at least it's pretty-smelling sweatiness. ::sigh::

Now I'm off to read the news on what exactly that was that blew through last night. There's a car down the street from us that was completely covered by a tree. Limbs are everywhere. We have some relatively slight tree damage, comparatively, so I'm glad for that. Hope everyone else in the metro fared as well!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Quick note...

I just love that little Kim Jong Il guy in North Korea. He's so kooky! I was just reading the latest article on MSN about how he's named his youngest son as the chief of spies, or some shit, for the country (because giving him a title that 12 year olds would make up as they play in their parents' basement is cool!).

I saw the story earlier this morning at the gym, but it was on Fox & Friends, and therefore did not hold my attention well, as those people make me want to hang myself with the safety string on the treadmill, so all of my energy goes towards not doing that while I'm there and trapped with those dipshits in my line of vision during cardio.

As I read the story, I couldn't help but think the same thing I thought about earlier when I saw it: what about his older sons? Why were they passed up for this position? Are they not crazy enough? Are they too fucking normal?

And I got my answer in the final paragraphs of the article. Apparently, his oldest son fucked up when he was caught trying to escape to Disney in Japan 8 years ago. ::snort!::

And according to a source otherwise known as the former sushi chef for Jong Il, the middle son is considered too effeminate to be able to be the head spy, much less the possible future leader of the country!

And that, my friends, makes me laugh. Because they is ka-RAZY in North Korea. (I know, I know...as if you weren't already aware.) There just isn't any other way to put it. Fucking. Nutso.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Someone clue me in, here.

Over the last 24 hours, I've had a surprising amount of hits on this blog through searches for "TLC Uncommon Sense" or "TLC's Uncommon Sense." (Which leads the searchers to this post I wrote about the Duggars back in 2005, and I feel kinda bad because I doubt that's what they're looking for.)

I haven't heard of any TLC show based on my blog, so I'm curious, whatchoo all lookin' for? Sorry you're not finding what you set out to get! Tell me, is this a Jon & Kate thing? Because I literally despise those people, so you can go away if you're looking for shit about them. ::shudders::

Hmm...a TLC show based on my blog would be pretty cool. I wonder if I'd get to meet Stacy and Clinton if that happened...