Monday, August 31, 2009

I don't give a Favre.

OMG! Why do teams keep hiring this guy? Why doesn't he crawl under the rock that Satan has prepared for him and disappear already?

HOW CAN ANYONE LIKE HIM AT THIS POINT IN TIME???

He makes me want to kick things, and break things, and hurt small puppies and bunnies.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Operation: Find Don

It's been a while since I saw Sars over at Tomato Nation mention this, but I thought I would do my part to help, if possible. You can read the whole story over at her site, but here's the gist:

Operation Find Don
On 9/11/01, Sars found herself in the lobby of the Bank of New York building as the World Trade Center buildings were beginning to crumble after being hit by planes.

She met a man named Don who she wound up spending the rest of the morning with. He helped her feel safe and calm during a time of utter chaos. She feels a distinct need to thank him for what he did for her that day, but she has been unable to track him down ever since.

Go over and read the post. There was an original post about Don a few years ago that explained her meeting with him that day, but it appears to have been lost in the switch from an old website host to the current one she's on. But I think you'll get the point once you read her post.

Do you know Don? Maybe. Probably not. But you might know someone else who knows him. Or someone else who knows someone else who does. Let's spread the word, and help Sars find Don.

Not sure if this is a nationwide thing, or not...

Apparently, I missed a memo, and just in case anyone else did, here's what it must have said:

Friday the 28th is drive like a fucktard day! So if you plan on getting behind the wheel, remember to drive poorly, and piss off everyone around you. It'll be fun! If you make someone else honk at you, you WIN!!!

Fair warning.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Maybe just slow it down a little bit, eh?

When you're sending out emails to people that simply say, "I good. Thanks." it might project a lack of skill...just as an FYI.

Especially when there are only 3 words in your email, slowing down and proofreading it before you hit "send" just isn't that hard to do. So, yeah...in the future....maybe you should go over it real quick.

Just a thought.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Every once in a while, I break my cover.

I just laughed so hard at this post over on Lovely Listings, that I'm pretty sure my neighbor coworkers think that someone died. (I was trying to stifle the laughter as best I could, but that made it come out sounding like a high-pitched shriek of painful sobbing. You know what I'm talking about, right? Maybe not...it was weird.) I tried getting up to walk away from my desk so I would top looking at it, and therefore stop laughing/shrieking/sobbing, but that apparently made it worse - somehow - and I wound up openly guffawing so loudly, I think they could hear me on the next floor down. OOPS!

I couldn't even finish reading it, I was laughing so hard.

So, you are fairly warned! Watch yourself if you're still in a place where a boss might be close by! Thankfully, mine is at an all day meeting in another building today, so I'm in the clear.

Andplusalso, this post? Fucking creepy. And the title and tags on it were probably what started me into the close-to-hysterics-stage of laughter after I'd already been scanning the posts above it, so really, it was a rolling ball that was heading downhill to begin with. There was no way of stopping it, as I see it.

I so fucking needed that today.

It's the little things that get me on days like this.

Do you ever scratch your ear, and realize it must’ve been a while since you’ve run a Q-Tip through there? I hate that.

Yesterday, they adjusted the water pressure on the sinks in the ladies’ room I use at the office. I went to a meeting at 2, and the water pressure was same as always (i.e. so slow it took a good minute and a half to get the soap off), and when the meeting was over an hour later, I went again (I drink a LOT of water) and it was like Niagara Falls. I actually screamed a little bit in surprise.

But I’m kinda jumpy this week, due to a lack of overall sleep. ::sigh:: I’m not sure why, but I’m getting about 3.5 – 4 hours a night, and I neeeed at least 6. Tonight, I’m asking Leo to hit me over the head with a shovel, dammit.

I blame the lack of sleep for the lack of posting here. Not that anyone noticed, really. But in case anyone did. Sorry. Hopefully, the week can only go up from here!

Monday, August 24, 2009

Ow.

I have a hangover. Turns out that sitting by a pool drinking pineapple infused vodka drinks and beer for 4 hours without stopping isn't as good for your body as you might think it could be! (Does wonders for the psyche, though. :D)


It should be clearing up here in about, oh, an hour or so (my hangovers tend to last until 3 p.m. following the day of excess), and I can't wait.


My friends that know of my alter-ego here as Faith Smith all asked me why I wasn't included in the issue of "Ink" that was out this week (I have no idea when it comes out each week...Saturday, maybe? I don't get the paper...), in which they featured 6 local bloggers for...some reason. I'm not exactly sure why. They were each specific in their content, though (food blogger, beer blogger, Chiefs blogger, etc, etc...), so my response was firstly that I had no idea that Ink was profiling local bloggers at all in their latest issue. And then after I saw the story in the edition of Ink they had at the Moose (since that's where I was when all this was going on), I figured I wouldn't be asked to be profiled for something like that because what would they call me? A shit-talking blogger? A bitchy blogger? A blogger that needs Xanax? Yeah, I can see why I wouldn't be thought of twice for something like that.


Today I'm a hungover blogger, so I'm going to go find a nice, quiet spot under my desk for a nap now...

Friday, August 21, 2009

Happy hour at new "Ra Sushi" in Leawood

Leo and I decided we didn't wanna cook dinner last night, and instead chose to hit up the new sushi restaurant in Leawood called Ra Sushi. (Warning: "Ra Radio" starts up pretty loudly once their site loads...it's in the lower left hand corner of the graphic, so pause it ASAP, unless you like that sort of thing blasting from your computer.) I read about it opening on someone's site last week (Fat City, maybe?) and have been trying to keep it out of my brain ever since. I usually don't like visiting a restaurant within the first 3 months of it being open, so it can work out it's kinks with the kitchen and waitstaff. But the happy hour menu and the basic fact that it was sushi we were talking about were too much for my willpower. So off we went!

Love the location and the restaurant itself. The night was perfect for them to have the front window walls open wide to the patio seating from the bar area, and I loved the open air warehouse feel of it all.

The sushi bar looked pretty nice, and while I would have preferred sitting there, Leo didn't seem to mind when the hostess led us to the general dining area instead, so I followed his lead. My first disappointment in the place was based on that, though...we weren't even asked if we wanted to sit at the sushi bar. There were around 6 people already up there, which left a good 16, or so, seats open for additional diners. Instead, we were lead to a table in the very back corner of the restaurant. By the restrooms. When there were literally 10 - 15 other tables for them to choose to seat us at.

Now, the fat girl in me felt that it was a slight made by the pretty hostess that greeted us, as if she was saying, "Um, look around...you don't exactly belong here." But the practical side of me felt that it was likely just time for someone to be seated in that particular server's section, and that table did seem to have a fair amount of distance from any of the speakers that were blasting out the loud music they play in the place, so I tried to brush it off and go with the flow. (Maybe they couldn't see the adorable shoes that I had on. They're ogle-worthy all by themselves, dammit!) I'm not one to generally wish to sit in a place that is based on seeing-and-being-seen, anyway. I guess.

Being able to hear the toilets flush in the bathroom while we were eating, though, was not exactly my favorite part of the evening.

Now on to something I DID like: the service was wonderful. We were greeted by a server who was being "shadowed" who explained that since it was the girl's last night of shadowing, she'd likely be the one helping us for the most part. So we wound up with a waitress at the end of her training who's name is Riki. Very nice, very friendly, very open to hearing my commentary about the food we were eating. All around really sweet girl. (She could stand to work on her habit of calling people "honey" or "hon" every other sentence, though. But I used to do that when I was a waitress, so I totally get why she did it.)

The happy hour menu was a big part of the reason we were there, as it is shown on the website to be a really large one with LOTS of yummy options. We started with a bowl of edamame, and an order of veggie tempura. Unfortunately, the edamame tasted like...well, nothing, really. They were perfectly cooked, so that was nice. But it was almost like they'd had the flavor boiled out of them. Which would be impossible, since they were so perfectly cooked. It made no sense in my head. The restaurant oversalts them a bit, IMO. Maybe to make up for the fact that they have no flavor? I dunno. Compared to edamame at Friends, or Sushi House, or even that I can cook in my own damned kitchen, this was sorely lacking, is all. BUT. It only cost $1.95, thanks to the happy hour menu! Woo!

Along those same lines, the veggie tempura also kinda sucked. Again, cooked well...the veggies at least tasted good, too. But the batter was flavorless, as though they forgot to season it. And the tempura dipping sauce they served basically tasted like a low sodium veggie broth. It, too, had little flavor, and that wasn't helpful. I tried adding some ponzu to it, but their ponzu they use is so vinegary, it only made it taste like a vinegar broth. So I was done with the veggies after that. Again, since they only cost something like $3.50, and it was a HUGE portion...srsly, enormous quantity of veggie were given...it was ok.

The sushi made up for all that. Next time, we'll likely skip the appetizers, and just drink beer and eat a shit ton of sushi. We got the standard nigiri (fish laying over rice) fare for us: salmon, tuna, and yellowtail, and they were all half price from the regular menu. (They also offer shrimp nigiri for half price on their happy hour menu, but we aren't shrimp nigiri fans, so we didn't order that.) The fish was awesome quality, and very tasty. We had a total of 12 pieces.

In addition, we picked up a tootsy maki roll, a crispy spicy tuna roll, and a crunchy calamari roll. All three were yummy, but I think the tootsy maki was something we'll skip in the future. Seemed like a glorified California roll to me, because of all the crab they pop in it. It was tasty, but just not our thing.

The crispy spicy tuna roll is very unusual. They set the spicy tuna mixture on top of something they call a crispy sesame rice ball. This is basically a teeny fried pillow of happiness for my mouth. There were only 4 on the plate, vs. the normal 6 - 8 cuts you get from a standard cut roll. But they were very filling, and well-worth the happy hour price of $4.75.

The crunchy calamari roll came at the end of our meal, when both Leo and I were pretty well close to a sushi coma. I didn't realize they had cream cheese in them...I've never eaten sushi with cream cheese in it because, well...ew. It's never sounded good to me, for some reason. But I was ready to buck up and try it finally. And while the cream cheese still isn't a favorite ingredient in a roll, I can see why they put it into some. The calamari was cooked perfectly (yay!) and was tender and delicious. Overall, it was a nice way to end the meal, so I'm glad we tried it.

After all that food, as well as two beers (for $4 and $5, respectively), our bill with tax came to just over $47.

Fuck. Yeah.

If we'd forgone the appetizers and gotten more nigiri sushi, even outside of the happy hour menu (I love Japanese yellowtail, and they have it! I can't wait to get me some...), we probably still would have made it out of there for less than $55, which is a damned decent price for a good sushi meal for two, IMO.

We're really looking forward to heading to Ra again soon. They have all kinds of other stuff I want to try, although I'm glad to know that if I'm craving tempura anytime soon, I should stick to my normal bento box lunch from Sushi House instead of trying the one at Ra I was going to try. (Or I can give a go at their salmon or chicken teriyaki. Yum.) It was a fun place, and there was plenty of space there to handle the during-the-week dinner crowd that was hitting it up, which was nice. I'd say we give it 3 out of 4 stars, if that helps at all.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Elastic waist not necessary.

I love the addition of a little bit of stretch that's been added to pants and stuff over the last few years. Not only does it help the pants I wear keep their shape better while I wear them, but it also helps get things back to a more comfortable place in a quicker amount of time after the pants have been washed.

Today, for instance, I put on a fave pair of black pants from Old Navy that I washed over the weekend. They were snug, but they're clean, so the trade off is even-steven in my book, really.

After 30 minutes had passed, during which I herded the dogs into the kitchen, climbed into the neighbor's car for the ride to the office, got to my desk, and then went pee, my pants were a bit loose on me again. It's not like a "dammit! Now I gotta pull them up all day long!" kinda loose. But more like a "hey! I lost weight since breakfast...awesome!" kinda loose.

Thanks to pants like these, I'll never have to be one of those fat chicks that has to start buying the pants that look like they're your standard fly-type pants, but have the "hidden" (hint: no it's not) elastic around the back part of the waist band to help make room for that ice cream I might've had after dinner last night. (Ok, not so much "ice cream" as it was "beer" but it was a present from the neighbor for Leo's birthday! I couldn't let it just sit there without being consumed. That would be rude.)

And for those that wonder why I don't , as a fat chick who knows she's a fat chick, just lose a little weight and wear whatever the fuck pants I wanna wear, my body simply disagrees with that idea. It seems to have a moral/religious/fundamental of some sort argument with it, and I'm not one to get in the way of an argument with a body and it's fat. (I've tried before, and it got uugllyyy! ::sucks in breath through teeth:: Bad.)

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

It's just so...WET.

I am fucking sick and tired of all the rain. While I don't mind a cooling or refreshing shower now and then (maybe up to once a week? Perhaps? PLEASE!), the consistent downpours that have been taking place a majority of the time lately is ridiculous in my book. And totally unnecessary.

And then the rain had to go and mix itself with the first day of school along my route to work this morning. Which was really awesome. (Except it was kind of the opposite of that.)

That said, there is a spot in my drive to work where the one lane (each way) road gets a bit narrow, and when someone is turning left, traffic tends to stack up behind them because we can't pass on the right hand side. Of course, this happens right where the only school along my route is, so there's general mayhem occurring anyway because of the kids and the crossing guard and the signal they have for pedestrian crossing. And God forbid I have the dogs in the car with me on the way to the daycare, because then my ears are treated to the ear-pearcing barking maylay that ensues because HOLY FUCKING SHIT THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT THERE AND WE NEVER SEE PEOPLE ANYWHERE EXCEPT FOR YOU AND DAD AND THE NEIGHBORS AND THE MAILMAN AND THE PEOPLE AT THE DAYCARE AND THE PEOPLE WHO WALK BY THE HOUSE AND JEEZY EFFING CHREEZY I'M ALMOST POSITIVE THAT ONE IS CARRYING A TREAT FOR ME LEMME OUT SO I CAN GO GET IT!!!

And I hate it when they get like that.

So I'd really like to figure out a way to make it so that turning left onto that street from the one I travel on is illegal. At least during certan parts of the day, like, oh, during rush hour. There has to be another way for people to get there. A back way, if you will, which is more mysterious and almost taboo sounding, so why wouldn't it be the route of choice anyway, I wonder?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Totally unrelated: guns at protests?

I'm wondering if someone can help explain the logic and reasoning behind the sudden influx of people who are choosing to attend political rallies with guns, in states where it's allowed for them to do so. Here's the latest story, in case anyone isn't up to speed on this blossoming phenomenon.

What is this about? And why is it happening now? It seemed to start with the opposition to the president's stance on medical care, so is it about socialism? I can't wrap my teensy brain around it, so share your insight in the comments, if you have some way to help me understand their point. I really appreciate it!

Friday, August 14, 2009

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em.

In prep for a little shin-dig we're throwing this weekend to celebrate Leo still not being even close to being as old as I am, there was some meat-smoking going on in the Smith household this week. (We made the mistake of using up all the party time at the last party for Leo to barbecue, and we've once tried smoking meat while we had people over on the back porch, which winds up also smoking the guests. So we're trying to find new methods of cooking that doesn't cause lung cancer and also doesn't cause Leo to miss all the fun of mingling and visiting while people are over.) When I got home on Tuesday night, the house smelled deeeelicous. And I wished I could have eaten all that meaty goodness right there and then!

But it was for the party, so I held off, and Leo put the meat in the fridge once it had cooled enough to be safe.

About an hour after he put the meat in the fridge, I went to grab one of my aluminum bottles of water I keep in there. And holy mother of all things BBQ, if that bottle didn't taste like it had spent a good 7 hours on the smoker, too! It was gross.

Everything wound up smelling and/or tasting like it was smoked. Leo hadn't wrapped the meat up yet, so the scent and flavor got all over the damned place. No joke...even my Lean Cuisine meals in the freezer have carried the smokey scent with them to my office freezer all week.

It's slightly less than awesome.

Because (a) it leaves my hands smelling all smokey for a long time from just carrying the box from my desk to the kitchen, and (b) I'VE WANTED TO CHOW DOWN ON BBQ ALL WEEK BECAUSE OF IT, DAMMIT!!! (And now everyone else is writing goddammed reviews of different BBQ places in town, and couldn't you guys have just waited until Monday with that shit? GAH!)

Only 2 more days, mutherfucker. Two more daaaayyysss, and the ribs and brisket will be in mah fat belleh. UNGH.

Lesson to you all, though: watch that freshly smoked meat. It's pervasive stuff!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Burden is on YOU, ok?

I've run into a series of people either directly, or through stories Leo has told me, or from family members, etc..., about people who appear to be unwilling to accept their responsibilities and roll with them. And I'm here to ask that this ridiculous behavior be put to a stop. Stop it right now!

Earlier this week, I was dealing with a coworker who, it seemed, was looking for someone to basically do her job for her. And it was something that was as simple as picking up the phone, calling the number, and asking someone in customer service on the other end for a receipt to be faxed or emailed to her. Probly would have taken all of about 90 seconds to complete, depending on how long it took for customer service to answer (which, in my experience with the company, wasn't all that long).

But instead of doing that, this chick sent out an email to everyone involved with the order that had been made, asking if anyone had the receipt. Once she found out (after 2 hours had passed) that no one likely had it, she asked if someone else could call and get one faxed to her.

Look, the credit card the order was placed on is hers. Bad enough that I'm the one that has to enter the damned orders because our company doesn't think that admins at my level should have a credit card, or whatever, because it's somehow saving us money to keep them at the level above mine. FINE. I don't know how safe it is for me to randomly have her credit card info (number, expiration date, security code, billing address and phone number) all written down somewhere for my use when I'm given permission to use it, but that's their damned call, eh? I just follow the rules I'm asked to follow. I accept that it is my job to order supplies for my team, and I actually like that it's one of my responsibilities. You take that away, and I'm basically a stand-in for a fucking chimp, because seriously, there's only one task left if you take away my ability to place orders and manage our supply cabinet. (Which might be sad to some people, but I rather like it, thanks.) And if my boss were to learn sign language, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that hard for a chimp to perform it for him day in and day out.

Ok, ok...it's not that bad. Or easy. Or however you wanna put it. But it certainly isn't rocket science, thank goodness!

Anyfuck, after the last email I saw from her asking engineers to do administrative busy work, I finally replied to all saying, "[Coworker], I think it would work better if either you or I call for the reprint. The number for the company should be in the original confirmation emails I sent to you when I ordered, so let me know if you want me to take care of it. Thanks!"

I didn't hear back from her.

To be honest, I was a leetle bit worried. I certainly don't want to be seen as being disrespectful or ornery, but I had reached my limit. She called me yesterday morning, and I thought it was to bitch me out about my email I'd sent. But instead, she told me that apparently the wrath of Satan had been released on the entire administrative team the day before by their bosses, and she was following up on some of that rather than yelling at me for being impertinent. I guess my email message was probably actually nice in tone compared to the ire that befell her from the VP level. ::shudders::

But here's the crux of the issue: If she took responsibility for her job in the first place, and didn't try to shove off even the easiest, basest tasks on other people, maybe she wouldn't have gotten into any trouble at all! WHO KNOWS???

I'm just tired of the silliness. So I thought I'd mention it. In case it helps anyone out there that might be reading. Quit it. (With the silliness, I mean. Not the reading. I don't mind that much, really.)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Wednesday Blah

I don't know what causes this, but I usually have a hard time getting out of the house for work in the morning every week come Wednesday morning. Maybe it's because it's the first day of the week that I need to close the puppies into the kitchen, and leave them home alone for 7 and a half hours. I love my puppies, and I really wish I could stay home and play with them all day long, like I do on the weekends...

I mean, who wouldn't love spending time with these little guys?
A few months after we brought Jake home, he started systematically tearing out the bottom lining of the brown chair we have in our living room. It kind of pissed me off when he was doing it, because that chair is an absolute favorite thing for me, and I didn't want it ruined! But then I realized that the lining was really superfluous, and I stopped caring. And it turned out that he was making future plans under there, because while he fit just fine under the chair when he was 5 - 8 pounds of fluffy wonderfulness as a puppy, now that he's 14 pounds and a very tall little dude (thanks to his poodle side), he wouldn't be able to fit under there had he not prepared it accordingly. It's his favorite place to chill out on a hot day, or to escape to when mommy is yelling and screaming about needing to listen when she calls for him to come inside.


Izzy is a top of the chair kinda girl.


Here she is after a particularly trying day of chasing toys, and humping Jake...
Too...tired...to...put...tongue...inside...mouth.


This is one of my favorite pictures of my puppies to date. Yes, I'm aware of how soft and cushiony I must be for them, so you can just shut it!


But lookit the cuuuute! Awwwww!

I don't care how fat and scary I look (where are my knee caps? Holy jeezy, they've disappeared!), I had to share the adorableness of those puppies when they're asleep, so everyone can understand what endears them to me. Because, to be honest, sometimes it's hard to figure it out when they're tearing around, growling, barking, and attacking each other mercilessly. Last week, for instance, they were in the grooming area of the Puppy Playpen so that Izzy could get a bath and Jake could get his nails trimmed, and they were apparently going at it, as per usual. And the grooming assistant was all, "Oh my god! Get them away from each other!" And the owner of the Playpen asked who was fighting, and she walked over to where she could see and continued, "Oh...that's just Jake and Izzy. They're brother and sister...that's what they do." Yep. Indeed it is.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Where did Diane Sawyer go?

I watch GMA in the morning while I finish getting ready for work. I'm able to catch the first 30 minutes of it before I have to run out the door.

Over the last month, I wanna say, it seems like Diane Sawyer has taken a leave of absence. At first, she appeared to be out on vacation for a couple of days. Then she got sick. Then she tried to come back, but she was out again the following week. They stopped saying why, and just say that she's "out" when they start up in the morning now.

I tried googling, but no one else is curious about this, it seems, and no info is out on the 'net about her now long-term absence.

I love Robin Roberts, and even Chris Cuomo (who's been filling in more often than not while Diane is "out"), but I'm getting curiouser and curiouser at this point! Anyone know what's up? I hope she's ok!

On that same note, I'm feeling much better today. A good night's sleep helped a lot. My headache is gone, thank goodness. And although I look like crap (I didn't plan my outfit well today), I got to work on time, and the day is moving much faster than yesterday did. Yay!

Monday, August 10, 2009

Any men wanna change bodies with me?

Ugh. I have my "fake" PMS right now, and it SUCKS. (Since I take my birth control consecutively, I only get a period every 90 days, but I still seem to get the PMS-type symptoms on schedule, every couple of months.) I'm bloated, super-body conscious in a non-good way, and highly irritable. I barely slept last night, too, which helped a lot. To top it all off, I'm pretty sure I'm in the middle of what I can only describe as a medium-sized cluster headache attack, and it's just totally fucking things up for me for the last couple of days. Taking meds doesn't work. The headaches seem to go come and go on their own schedule, and what I'd really love to do today is take a narcotic pain med, and climb back into bed, but I'm at work instead.

This weekend is Leo's birthday, and we're planning a party to celebrate. Just a few friends, some BBQ, and a BYOB kind of affair, so nothing major, but at this point in the week, I wish we could cancel, I'm feeling so anti-social. I'm hoping that clears up as the week progresses and my body readjusts to the new round of hormones I'm pumping into it via the birth control, but we'll see.

It doesn't help that I was already trying to conserve money as best I could in order to help pay for the party, and then I went and got a speeding ticket yesterday on my way home from the market. ::rolls eyes at self:: My first one in over 12 years! The cop was nice, especially for how hot it was outside, but bitch still gave me the ticket. I tried to reason a bit by explaining that I rarely drive on the street I was on (which is a 25 zone for most of it's length), and usually drive on another street that's a 35 zone, in hopes that it might help make sense of my 37 MPH speed. I think it did, but she still said that she has two boys that live just a short distance from where we were and they play baseball outside all the time. I wanted to ask her why they didn't hang out in the backyard, but I managed to stifle my curiosity on that point. She did make me feel better when she told me she's clocked people going 50 MPH in that area, which I would never do, so oh well. At least I'm not the worst of the offenders, right? Bleh.

So this isn't exactly a chipper kinda Monday for me. Forgive me if I'm short with anyone, please. It's not me...it's the evil man inside my head, and the icky female hormones. Give it a couple of days, and I should be back to my normal level of astringent moodiness.

Friday, August 07, 2009

It's baaa-aaack! *Updated*

So. Last week, I was heading out of town for a few days to visit with family and see my dad and spend time with him, and stuff. It was emotional for me. I'm having a very hard time with what's happening to him, and going to see him was a bittersweet event for me, personally.

Since emotions were high, it only makes sense that Jeffers would want to come out and play, right? Well, apparently that's the case, anyway. Jake brought the blue ball back into the house early in the week...maybe even over the weekend prior to me leaving. I can't remember exactly. It had been under the deck in the back for a while, and so nothing was going on with it. And nothing really went on with it all week, until Friday morning. (Btw, the last update on blue ball activity, or lack thereof, is here, and original stories about the ball can be found here and here.)

Leo and I went to bed early the night before, because we needed to get up at 3:45 a.m. on Friday to get me to the airport on time. The blue ball was in our master bathroom, lying on the rug that leads to the toilet area. In my worry that I might step on it and fall in the middle of the night during one of my many mid-sleep pee journeys, I rolled it off of the rug before heading to bed.

On one of those trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I kinda noticed that the ball wasn't where I'd put it. But I just figured it had rolled further than I recalled, or it wasn't as visible in the lowly lit room as I'd thought it would be. But when I got up in the morning to get ready and finish packing, I flipped on the light, and noticed that the ball was in the windowsill of the window above the bathtub that's closest to my side of the sink. I laughed, and continued to get ready, telling Leo about it later on our way to the airport. I told him that I asked Jeffers to leave it alone for the weekend, but I thought that it'd be best for Leo to say something as well. Unless he wanted it to be moved. ::shrugs:: Pretty sure he didn't want that, though!

I took the ball out to the kitchen and put it with the other toys we were leaving for the puppies to play with while Leo was at work that day, and then we took off for the airport.

Later, when I'd arrived in California, and Leo was home from work, we chatted on the phone. I can't remember who brought it up, or why, but he told me that the blue ball was on top of the microwave. I asked him if he'd put it there when he went home after dropping me off that morning. He said he thought I had put it there. Nope! I had put it on the floor for the puppies to play with.

Hahahahahaha!

Leo, unfortunately, was not as amused as I was. Which is his standard reaction to all this mischievousness.

He left it on top of the microwave. He said he didn't want to touch it. He kinda hates that blue ball, it seems. (It really freaks him out, poor thing!)

My nieces were incredibly interested in the whole blue ball story, and kept asking me what it was doing while I was gone. Every time I got off the phone with Leo, they wanted to know where the blue ball was. As far as I knew, it hadn't moved. But Leo told me on Saturday that it had disappeared, and he wasn't sure where it went. I told him to text me when he found it, so I could update my nieces. He didn't really agree or disagree, so whatever. He never did text me.

The following day, I talked to Leo, and he said he had, in fact, searched a bit for the ball. And was unsuccessful at finding it. He decided to let it go, and was in the kitchen getting dinner ready on Sunday night when he suddenly saw it.

Can you find the blue ball in this photo?
How about in this one? Aha! There it is!
Guys, it was up on that ledge of moulding, seemingly mocking Leo with it's balancing act, although it is leaning against the wall, so that must support it somewhat. The ledge it's on is really narrow (and dirty...):
I, of course, find this absolutely fucking hilarious. But Leo doesn't want to touch it, so there it rests!
I don't know what the fuck is going on in our house, but it's amusing to me. Dad thinks it must be some sort of telekenetic thing going on. My one niece asked me point blank, "Is Leo doing all of this, and just pretending he's not?" My immediate answer was absolutely not. I know when Leo is hiding something from me, or fucking with me. He gets this little shit-eating grin on his face that he can't wipe away. But this? This is really just honest to God freaking his shit out. I think that he'd throw the ball away if it weren't so entertaining to me, and if he wasn't positive that another toy would just take it's place if it wasn't there anymore.
Anyway, that's the latest with the blue ball! It's staying put in that spot for now, but I'll let y'all know if anything else happens with it. (I might take it down if it doesn't move on it's own. I hate to think of it being poised up there to fall on us at any given moment...even though I don't think that's the kind of game Jeffers is playing. You never know!)
UPDATE: So on Friday night, I couldn't stop looking up to the ball's location every time I went in the kitchen. I was pretty sure that taking it down was a good idea, but I can't reach it without a ladder, so I was being lazy about it. After Leo and I finished dinner, I took my plate into the kitchen and noticed that the ball had moved. It was around 8 inches away from where it had been leaning against the wall. I checked back throughout the rest of the night whenever I went in the kitchen, and again in the morning Saturday, but it never moved again. We took it down on Saturday afternoon and put it behind the picture of Leo's brother we have in the living room. (Jeffers tends to leave it alone when we put it there.) It hasn't moved since. Which is fine with me, because I think I need a little break from it for now!

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Our very own Torrens Bell

Long ago (almost 2 years!) when Leo and I got married, we received a lovely gift from the parents of one of his friends he knows from college. Unfortunately, they were unable to make it to the wedding...probably because he didn't think to invite them. But they sent us the gift anyway, leaving us a lasting reminder of the guilt that Leo should forever feel in his heart.

The gift was a bell made specifically for us, with our initials and the date of our wedding inscribed on it. It. Is. Awesome. Here's Leo (looking decidedly gay in his excitement to show it off) and I after we finally hung the bell on our new fence recently:

Ok, Leo looking less gay, but me looking goofy...
Better that we just step outta the picture, me thinks! Here's the bell:

It was an incredibly thoughtful and beautiful gift. And it makes a really wonderful sound when it is struck...this deep, sustained "gong" kind of noise that is very peaceful in it's tone. Leo's friend is also a sculptor, and he made us a fountain that I hope to get some pictures of soon, but we honestly haven't found a good spot to put it in yet. One of the cool things about Mr. Torrens's pieces is that he likes to use recycled materials and found objects to create them. Here's a link to his website, should you be interested in checking his stuff out.

Probably gonna be some more show and tell tomorrow around these here parts, just to warn ya. My brain is still on vacation, so it's best that I stick to simple posts for the time being. If you're lucky, I'll tell you the latest happenings with the blue ball! :)

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

In California

I've tried writing a couple of posts already, and they both ended unsuccessfully. So I gave up, and planned on writing when I was back at a normal computer...

But now I'm stuck in California for an additional day past my intended length, so I wanted to say hi.

Hi!

I've been in California visiting my family for the past several days, having a wonderful time. I was supposed to fly home today, but Northwest Airlines apparently sucks monkey balls, so I rescheduled to fly home tomorrow, in the interest of staying in a nice comfy bed in California vs having to sleep in the Minneapolis airport tonight, only to fly to Kansas City in the morning and find a ride home, since Leo has to work tomorrow.

So I'll be back to normal posting on Thursday. Hope everyone else is having a good week!