Wednesday, June 29, 2005

*yawn* It's so humid today that my skin feels like the tacky side of a Post-It. Ick. I am in the midst of a bazillion projects right now and needed to take a break. Tasks completed: grocery shopping, banking, vacuuming, unloading dishwasher. Tasks in process: laundry (first 3 of 6 loads are in the dryer), putting away groceries. Tasks yet to do: clean bathroom, clean litterbox, finalize 401K transfer, balance check book, go through bills and record due dates on calendar, and do henna. The henna is really not a necessity, but as I knew it would, the "virgin hair" closest to my scalp - the hair that's never been colored with anything - lightened a lot faster than the rest of it, so my highlights are red on the bottom and golden blonde on top. The henna will let me blend it a bit better without doing any more damage. I couldn't find the color chart to assess which color I'd need, so I now have 3 shades of red sitting in front of me. I think I'll be using the darkest one.

Part of the state is under severe thunder storm warning and even though they didn't include Manchester on the list, it's black outside and incredibly windy. I love this weather!!! Well, I won't so much if I have to find places to hang 6 loads of half-dry laundry in the event that we lose power, so keep your fingers crossed!

Holy shit! We just had a thunder clap so strong I felt it under my feet. WOW!!! Exciting stuff! (Like my smiley? I downloaded a few for blog/email use today.)

Anyway, Happy Hump Day. Extra credit to those of you who are actually humping.

Posted @ 1:26 PM

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Just a few pics of the after party last night. There are some people pictures too, but I thought it best not to post them, for protection of the not-so-innocent. It was a great night. Summed up in a few words: fire, friends, beer, "special" brownies (I didn't have any, not because I am a good girl, but because I had already been drinking when they arrived and I can't mix these days; besides, it's seriously been about 5 years since I had any tetrahydrocannabinol in my system and nowadays it might very well make me explode!), steak tips, fireworks, glow sticks, torches, tunes, chips, dip, laughter, burgers, wieners, Harleys. *sigh* Good, good, good.

Today we went to Jay's niece's 7th birthday party. Aside from the herd of shrieking little girls running around covered in water, grass and dirt from playing in the sprinkler, it was pretty mundane. His sister and family are moving the NC in the next few weeks, so this may have been our last visit with them in a long while. So we sat around and watched them horse around outside (it was 95 degrees out today!) and did the whole cake and icecream bit. I miss birthdays. Who made the rule that after some vague predetermined age, one should not have silly, childish birthday parties anymore? I think next year I might just have to throw one for myself. :o)

The best part of today was that Jay finally got a new seat for the bike, so I am no longer forced to hunch over on the hump of the old seat and cling to him for dear life, all the while feeling like I am about to sprout a hemorrhoid at any moment. Sounds gross, but seriously - that seat was horrible to sit on. The new one is softer, flatter and has a back rest, so I was free to fly. That is such an amazing feeling - to be on the back of a bike, arms outstretched, eyes closed, soaring. *sigh* Never thought I'd be a biker chick, but there's something addictive about it, for sure.

I am sunburned and going to go take a cool shower. Happy Sunday, y'all. Hope Monday is nice to you.

Posted @ 7:30 PM

Saturday, June 25, 2005

Well, Jay and I are just cooling off (it's 95 degrees out!) and taking a break from the wedding festivities. (Not his and mine! His friend James and new wife, Diane.) I just wanted to share this pic, which I took and then tinkered with in PSP. Ain't it purty? Such a friggin cool wedding. Bikers sure do things their way. Bride in blue, bridesmaids carrying purple roses, hotdogs and hamburgers for the meal, Tuxedoed groomsmen arriving in a muddy jeep... I wish more people did it this way, so everyone could just chill out and have a good time and not stress out about everything being Martha Stewart perfect. I am actually excited to go hit the after party later. :o)

Oooh oooh! One thing I forgot! I just got an email from Doug that I won first place in the Moontown Cafe Spring 2005 Poetry Contest! If I didn't sort of "know" the judges (and my that I mean that I am on fairly regular email terms with at least one of them), I'd probably be worried that it's a cruel joke. OK, so part of me still thinks it is, but what can I tell you? I'm a skeptical individual, and downright distrustful at times. *shrug* Once bitten, twice shy? I don't know if I even really know what that means. Lol. It's a Great White song, that is all I can tell you for sure! :-P

Anyway, hope everyone is having a nice day. Catch ya later!

Posted @ 5:28 PM

Friday, June 24, 2005

*yawn* Good morning. I intended to sleep in today (I am off from work and yes... off in general, too!) but Whimsy had other plans. She's the Bengal and Jay and I describe her as "not wired right," which is an understatement. When she is about to have an episode of what we call "hysterical affection," she begins by sitting on the book case inside the bedroom door and yowling like a Siamese until I/we acknowledge her. That acknowledgement is followed by a few more yowls, more acknowledgements and then she jumps down and comes over to the bed. She jumps up, arches her back, kneads the bed and her hair gets all foofled (special Whimsy-specific terminology!) She yowls some more. She noses the covers for a way under. Once underneath, she kneads some more, licks my fingers (yeah, she's weird) and purrs up a storm. This goes on for a while until she starts chewing on my fingers and/or my pajama pants elastic and then she gets the boot. That is why I didn't sleep in this morning. Anyway, now that you've been privy to my crazy cat lady talk, I'll move on.

This week at work was OK. I got kind of pissed on Monday because Jenn wasn't there and aside from Barb, I had trouble getting anyone to help me when the phones were a'ringin' and the clients were starting to pile up at the front. Dianne is always willing to help, but doesn't always have common sense about it. For example, two dogs who don't like each other are in the lobby at the same time and I can't get out from behind the desk to separate them because I'm on the phone or something - and of course, the clients don't have the sense to keep the dogs apart themselves - so I page for help and Dianne answers, but finishes counting 120 pills or doing something non-critical before she comes up. And Sarah...well, I am almost afraid to ask for her help, because she is the Queen of Eye-Rolling and Huffy Answers, as if I am asking her to do something outrageous by requesting her aide to serve our (not my) clients. I think she sometimes forgets that what makes the hospital work is the team effort and we are all supposed to help each other. *sigh* Anyway... So, it's been a little bitchy and catty at work lately, but that happens.

On another work note - yesterday was our second anniversary! We are up to 1,779 clients, which is evidently unheard of in the industry, as far as start-up small animal hospitals go. Through Dave's discussions on VIN (and the proverbial veterinary grapevine), I hear that we have a national reputation, i.e. other clinic owners saying "So you're the one" when/if they meet D online or at continuing ed functions. I thought he was all talk at first, but one day when Dr. Thom Haig - a nationally known and respected veterinarian and practice consultant - called to talk to D and jokingly offered me a job, I knew it was a big deal. When the big dogs take notice, I take notice. Anyway, I'm proud to be a part of something so atypical and awesome, and to know damn well I played a major role in building it. And make no mistake - that is not conceit. It's the truth. :o)

In other news, Indie has slight hip dysplasia on the left side. Dave said it's so mild that he's surprised I even noticed it, but c'mon... This is me we're talking about! I am neurotic enough to know if Indie has an eyelash out of place! Anyway, that's not wonderful news because she's a pain in the ass and won't take any of the "highly-palatable" joint supplements I have tried, which would increase the synovial fluid in the joints and help decrease friction and pain, but I guess it could be worse. She could have horrible dysplasia on both sides. I suppose I ought to count my blessings.

Hmmm...what else? I have an appointment to get my hair cut at noon and I have also decided to be brave and get some reddish highlights. I will always use henna for my whole head (no more chemicals for me), but I'd like a little more dimension. I'm only going to have her do the front and crown, because my hair gets dry easily and besides, highlights from the sun are on the top only, right? I want it to look natural.


I am embarrassed that I have nothing intelligent to say lately, just mindless babble. Oh well. At least there's no rule that says if I don't have anything smart to say, don't say anything at all. (Although, working with the public, sometimes I think there should be!)


Later On...(3:34PM)

Wha'da'ya think of the hair?

Posted @ 7:45 AM

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Well, the showing was a bit of a letdown, but I'm still really glad I went. The whole place was in dire need of a mowing and some brush removal and also had a dilapidated shed full of mattresses and other unsightly shit. There was a rusty, leaky oil tank under the front porch (which was also dilapidated and ready to fall apart), but a brand new one slightly to the right. The place is kind of set up weird -- you pull between two houses to get back to it and it's in a sort of little development, with a few places nestled back there. There was a ballpark behind it, and while we waited for the agent, a bazillion kids cut through the yard. (That part didn't bother me -- I rather liked the sound of them laughing and having a good time.) Anyway, the work that needed to be done on the outside was considerable, but doable. We agreed not to be turned off yet.

Inside was a whole other story. It reeked of animals, which I had been warned about but thought, How bad can it be? It was bad. The pipes had frozen and burst in the kitchen, so there was a huge, boarded up hole in the floor, as well as swelling of the floor behind and in the nearby bathroom. A little bit of water damage to a small spot on one ceiling, supposedly from an ice dam. (No other evidence of a leaky roof.) Ugly wallpaper and carpets.

So, it's really a no-go. It was also too far north for us. Unless they split the asking price in half, I don't think it's worth it. The amount of work that would have to go into it is obscene, and also considering it's a 1986, it may be nearing the end of its useful life in a lot of other areas, too. I am glad we went though, because it was a lesson in what to look for. It also inspired me to schedule more showings, even if I think the places aren't right. Anyhoo...

I should go do something constructive. Got bills to pay, a checkbook to balance, groceries to buy and laundry to wash. Ah, the joy of my Sundays!

The Lovers

A deep rumble in the dark -
Zeus's warning:
he will soon split the sky,
to release the lovers.

Air and Water rendezvous
for a midnight seduction;
a display so brazen
as to upstage the moon.

They press against each other -
molecules commingle violently,
raw and reckless
with their passion.

Their furtive exertions manifest
as brilliant flashes of light

and thunderous growls
like wild animals.

They roll across the stars
without shame nor inhibition,
absorbed completely in
the display - the exchange
of heat and energy
as they rock in cradles
of ecstasy,

oblivious to the voyeurs

who watch and run for cover

My Memory Terrarium

The way the rain falls lightly
in a summer night woods

has been captured before,
for my memory terrarium,

where I often find a dry spot
and nestle in among the moss,

sheltered and safe to dream -

innocent again.

Posted @ 9:32 AM

Friday, June 17, 2005

Q: How do you know when you have a huge wrack?
A: When caught in a torrential downpour, the top half of your tits is soaking wet, unprotected (unlike the tit bottoms and your abdomen) by the mammary canopy.

Yes, I now know this from experience. I ran into Irving to get some icecream (yay for free day!) and came out with a sopping chest. What fun. Thank goodness for blue work shirts - not white!

Yes, I know one ought not take pictures while driving, but I wasn't looking through the view finder, just aiming. It was eerily still right underneath that black cloud and I was thinking that a tornado might be about to drop on me. (I've seen Twister waaaaaaay too many times!) It got lighter a little further up and that's where it started pouring. It was the kind of rain you can't see through. Both bikers and drivers alike were pulled over all the way home, but I pushed on. I guess you may be wondering, so yes - I am sensible enough that I didn't try to drive and take pictures of that...

...well, I had originally saved this post to finish tomorrow (Saturday), but I am having issues falling asleep, so I figured rather than lie there unproductively listening to the stereo effects produced by both Jay and Indie snoring in unison, I'd get up, finish my Ben and Jerry's and dribble some unimportant narrative into the good ol' Blogger. Wow. That was one of my best run-on sentences yet!

So why can't I sleep, might you ask? Well, as has been the case for the last two years or so, I have been receiving (too few and far between, I might add) real estate listings within a certain set of criteria via email, as they hit the market. The pickings had been slim to none until recently, when I started getting probably 10 or so properties a night. This morning, I scrolled through and one in particular caught my eye, but not being fully awake, I sort of blew it off. In the shower, I was overwhelmed with the urge to explore it further. Something just feels right about it, and not just because I am desperate to free myself from Manchester. (For anyone who doesn't know, I am a country mouse who got caught in a city trap and I am about ready to gnaw my own leg off to get out.) Anyway, through the course of the day, I got more info and scheduled a showing for tomorrow at noon. I'm really nervous, for a few reasons. One - I am a horrible bargainer. My only two previous large solo purchases were cars and I paid asking for both (I know, I'm an idiot. Or more accurately, a non-confrontational pansy!) Secondly, I am afraid we'll get there and it'll be a horrible shithole and I don't want to be let down that way again. Yes, it's happened before. Third, I'm afraid it'll be wonderful and I will want it and something will keep me from being able to get the mortgage. Jay just said to keep a positive image of a good outcome in my head because there is power in positive thought. It's funny he said that, because I tell a lot of people that at work and I believe it to be true, but it's hard to take my own advice. He says "Think positive," and I ask "But don't you think I should be realistic?" *sigh* He's coming with me so I don't start panting and humping the walls and blow my hand. I am so friggin ready to get out of here!!!

Oh, well yeah, I forgot the fun stuff. It's a double wide mobile home (keep your trailer park jokes to yourself, thank you very much!) on an acre of its own land. That's right, folks! It is not in a park, so it's a ranch as far as I'm concerned! From the few pics I saw, it looks like it's in reasonable shape and there was green outside all the windows, so there can't be any neighbors too close by. From talking to the realtor, it needs a little TLC, but if it will love me, I will love it. I would have wanted to redo half of any interior anyway. Been brainwashed by watching too much Extreme Makeover: Home Edition. Lol. On that note, I always joke with Dave about writing in and saying, "Um, I don't want an Extreme Home Makeover, I just want an Extreme Home. Can you help me?"

Anyhoo, in other exciting news (not really), Indie has to have minor surgery next week to remove a mass on her asshole. You may be laughing, but masses on the asses of 4-year-old dogs are not usually good news and when Dave checked it out today, we realized it has its own blood supply, which is also not good. It's teeny though, so I am fairly confident that he can get it all off even if it is malignant. Hoping for the best. We will also be x-raying her hips because she's been hopping like a bunny wabbit and hesitating to pee, which would lead me to believe something's a little creaky back there or something. Anyway, we shall see.

*sigh* Um, I guess that's it for now. Wish me luck!

Rhododendrons with rain, taken this morning.

Posted @ 11:12 PM

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Thlbbbth. That is my best spelling of Raspberry's cousin -- a slowed-down version of the tongue between the lips and the flatulent noise made when air is forced out through the seams. This is the sound of a long day taking its toll. This is the sound of a bored girl who is feeling uninspired. This is the sound of that time of the month bitch-slapping my generally cheery disposition. This is the sound of a dissatisfied circus chimpanzee. Thlbbbth. Thlbbbth, thlbbbth, thlbbbth!

Um, yeah, now that I have figuratively spit all over my computer screen and you... It's hump day. I'm bored. My ass is killing me from these crazy lumberjack-style PT exercises Denise has me doing to help stabilize my "trunk" so I can once again partake painlessly in the joys of mopping and vacuuming... It was cold and rainy today -- and by cold, I mean 50 degrees. Not June-like at all. Um... I want to write and can't, like I am fucking poetically constipated. Or maybe like I have an ATI - Artistic Tract Infection. Keep getting the feeling that I need to go, but nothing comes. Please help -- take two of what and call who in the morning?

Thlbbbth. I think I'm gonna go read some Tom Robbins. Oh how I love that man.

Posted @ 8:43 PM

Sunday, June 12, 2005

Well, the huge pine tree I usually park under is having some kind of outrageous 48-hour-long pollen orgasm and there is so much in the air that it looks like yellow smoke. Of course, this orgasm had to occur immediately after I washed my car yesterday, and now it too is yellow. I actually went to the do-it-yourself bay and sprayed the hell out of it, all the while pretending the gun was a flame thrower and I was a badass chick. Anyway, I even put my floor mats up and sprayed almost three years of dirt and coffee out of them. And now the car is yellow. Oh well. At least the inside is clean. :o)

Today I am hiding out in the A/C, intermittently doing housework and farting around online. Jay has worked ungodly hours this weekend and I have been alone most of the time. He's out on call again now and who knows when he'll be back. The poor fool worked from 7:30am until 10 last night and already had 40 hours by Thursday last week, so the overtime is a silver lining, I guess. By the end of the weekend, he'll probably have more than 20 hours OT. Daaaaayum! Should I be hitting him up for love trinkets and baubles? Just kidding.

Anyhoo... Hope everyone had a lovely weekend. Mine's been uneventful, but sometimes that's what you need.

Posted @ 1:34 PM

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Well, we all know that 4-leafed clovers are supposed to be lucky, but what about 5-leafed clovers? For all the friggin clovers I have found lately, I don't feel very lucky. *sigh* I have an appointment in an hour to go get my exhaust checked and if it turns out to be an easy, relatively inexpensive fix, maybe I will start believing in luck again. But anyway... How 'bout that 5-leafer??!! I swear I didn't find it under power lines, and my boss actually fertilizes the yard with Cockadoodle Doo organic chicken shit, so it's not from chemicals. *sigh* Maybe they are special. I'unno.

It's only 9:06AM and already very humid. Gonna be a scorcher. Yick.

Anyway, I guess I should go get ready to leave. Do you think a little cleavage will get me a better deal, or make me look like a dumb chick that can be talked into buying shit she doesn't need? We shall see...

MORE... 2:47PM

I decided to go against the cleavage. I also know I wasn't talked into anything I didn't need, because I saw the old parts myself, while they were still in the car. I almost wish I hadn't - would have been easier to try to squirm my way out of fixing it properly. The exhaust was cracked and the rotors were OK on the outside, but the inner surface was black and had huge flakes of metal coming off of it. Alas, I just spent almost $900 (my Visa company is going to love me!) to replace the Y-pipe (Subaru just haaaaaad to do things their own way, so I couldn't even get a generic pipe) and rotors. Anyway, it sounds better and my steering wheel is no longer shimmying from side to side when I brake. On that note, I do have to wonder about safety and efficacy of a state inspection protocol which failed my car for emissions issues, but let it pass with obviously faulty brakes - as in, I'm not gonna cause a multi-vehicle accident with a friggin exhaust leak! Maybe Dippy didn't check the inside of the rotors. I'unno. But great job, Dippy, great job!

Anyway, I guess the bright side of all this is that it's already fixed - I didn't have to leave it and shell out even more dough for a rental. I also used my time sans vehicle to walk all over S. Willow. Went to WalMart and Barnes & Noble and then the mall. For anyone who knows me, I hate the mall, but I was tired of watching The Jane Pauley Show in the Midas lobby! I thought it was funny Midas, employing not a single woman, gets only one channel, which was only showing chick talk shows and soap operas. Ha ha. The universe's little joke for all the girls who watch sports in bars and don't complain? Just kidding. I know some chicks dig sports. I'm just not one of 'em.

Anyway, I need lunch. Hope you all had a nice day. T.G.T.F.!

Posted @ 9:07 AM

Monday, June 06, 2005

Well, in an effort to accommodate Jay's dinner request for burgers, I stopped by George Calef's Fine Foods on the way home...and locked my keys in the car. I called AAA and waited for 40 minutes. In the mean time, the store closed and there was nowhere dry to stand, just in time for a friggin thunderstorm to roll through. So the burgers were good, but not worth what I went through to get them.

Not in the mood to blog. Still pissy about my dipshitness. Please accept the below list for your reading pleasure, in lieu of a decent blog post.

Supposedly these are actual quotes taken from Federal Government employee performance evaluations.

1. "Since my last report, this employee has reached rock-bottom and has started to dig."

2. "I would not allow this employee to breed."

3. "This employee is really not so much of a has-been, but more of a definite won't be."

4. "Works well when under constant supervision and cornered like a rat in a trap."

5. "When she opens her mouth, it seems that it is only to change feet."

6. "This young lady has delusions of adequacy."

7. "He sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them."

8. "This employee is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot."

9. "This employee should go far, and the sooner he starts, the better."

10. "Got a full 6-pack, but lacks the plastic thingy to hold it all together."

11. "A gross ignoramus -- 144 times worse than an ordinary ignoramus."

12. "He doesn't have ulcers, but he's a carrier."

15. "He's been working with glue too much."

16. "He would argue with a signpost."

17. "He brings a lot of joy whenever he leaves the room."

18. "When his IQ reaches 50, he should sell."

19. "If you see two people talking and one looks bored, he's the other one."

20. "A photographic memory but with the lens cover glued on."

21. "A prime candidate for natural de-selection."

22. "Donated his brain to science before he was done using it."

23. "Gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn't coming."

24. "He's got two brains cells, one is lost and the other is out looking for it."

25. "If he were any more stupid, he'd have to be watered twice a week."

26. "If you give him a penny for his thoughts, you'd get change."

27. "If you stand close enough to him, you can hear the ocean."

28. "It's hard to believe he beat out 1,000,000 other sperm."

29. "One neuron short of a synapse."

30. "Some drink from the fountain of knowledge; he only gargled."

31. "Takes him 2 hours to watch '60-minutes'."

32. "The wheel is turning, but the hamster is dead."

Posted @ 9:16 PM

Sunday, June 05, 2005

*yawn* Well, it's been a both lazy and crazy weekend. We didn't get home from The Bars until about 2 Saturday morning and slept until about 10, which is eight hours but sure didn't feel like it. I was so tired after work Friday night -- but in denial -- that I didn't dance, didn't talk much. I was more or less a lump in a bar full of happy, rowdy people. Oh well. What can you do? Anyway, Barb and I put down three Coronas and a shot of tequila and were even more sleepy after that, so we didn't keep going. Then my wonderful boyfriend bought us each a Kamikaze, which was new for us both, and we liked them a lot. We had two more in short succession and got our second wind just in time for the end of the final set. So we left just as we were starting to laugh hysterically. At least I know to go straight for the Kamikazes next time!

Yesterday should have been simple. I planned to drop off a prescription refill, pick up a package at the post office annex in the next town over, get cat food, get an oil change and inspection, and stop at a bank somewhere along the line. I had a route planned to maximize efficiency, starting in Goffstown at the P.O. (about 15 minutes from home), then at the far end of Elm Street, making a couple stops, crossing over to South Willow and ending at Valvoline. For anyone who doesn't know, that's essentially from one end of the city to the other. Should have taken two hours maximum, but that's not how it happened at all. Rx drop-off fine, cat food pick-up fine. Went to Valvoline -- at the far end of South Willow Street -- for oil/inspection only to find that that particular location doesn't have an inspector. No problem. Had the oil done anyway and then went back to a place on Elm Street (opposite end of town again) advertising inspections - no appointment necessary. They said they could do it, but had no stickers, so I'd have to pick up the sticker on Monday. Well, work would make that nearly impossible, so that was out. I decided to go to Hooksett -- another nearby town -- that I knew had a Valvoline that did inspections. There's also a Banknorth on that road, so I could use the ATM without any fees. Decided to hit the ATM first and then get Valvoline on the way back. Drove to the outskirts of Hooksett -- almost to Pembroke -- only to find that the ATM wasn't working. Turned around, went back to Valvoline. Waited in line for an hour. Had car inspected. Car failed due to exhaust leak. At this point, I felt so defeated that I said "fuck it" and I went home. Departure time: 10:30am. Arrived home at: 3pm. What a fucking waste of a day! I got home, stuck some steak tips in Lawry's Steak and Chop marinade and watched The Karate Kid, staring vacantly at the TV like a friggin zombie.

Today I need to go grocery shopping and do laundry, as I always do on Sundays. Jay's friends James and Diane invited us down to a cookout, but I feel like I haven't really had a chance to slow down all weekend, so I am going to intermittently do chores and chill out. I feel like a poop, not partaking, but I am one of those people who needs a certain amount of down time, or I get cranky and antsy. Oh well. As Laura said in her blog, "It's good to rest if rest is what's needed." Amen to that!

So, I guess I should start making some calls about this g'damned exhaust problem. I am simply thrilled that some higher power thinks enough of me to add yet another fucking fiasco to my already full plate. Just kidding. I know these things happen, that it's normal wear and tear and all that shit. I just don't need any more financial or time drains. I am stretched to the max as it is. I am seriously considering adding a PayPal donation button to this blog! But then it would just be there, vexing me and reminding me of how much money I don't have, being a symbol of financial hardship. It would also be a cold bitch slap to my ego, because I can almost guarantee you I wouldn't get a single donation. So add insult to injury and that's just no good for anyone. Ugh.

Posted @ 10:45 AM

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