Two boys, reading in bed.
9-year-old: Wow, I want to go to Europe. Don't you?
6-year-old: No!
9-year-old: What? Why not!?
6-year-old: Because they have vampires there.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Short Adventure!
I've been poor for the last few months and have done a good job of acting like it. I haven't been out to eat except for cheap happy hour, haven't been out to the bars at all and I've limited my impulse shopping to a pair of jeans (they actually sell straight leg girls jeans now!) and a few t-shirts. So when I found out that the MLS championship would be held in Seattle and that tickets were only $25 I thought maybe I could justify it. Then I watched on TV as the LA Galaxy qualified, meaning David Beckham would be in the final and that sealed the deal. $25 to see Landon Donovan, Beckham, Robbie Findley? To what other championship game can you get a ticket for $25? I only hope there won't be too many douchebag Seattle fans there (fat chance).
My roommate's disgusting, old, smelly dog vanished last week. Perhaps she was sick of being old and smelly and found a crevice to duck under and call it a day. Perhaps someone kidnapped her. More likely, some noseybody took a look at her patchy fur, assumed she was abused and took her away "for her own good". My money is on the Crazy Cat Lady across the street. In any case, the house smells infinitely better, but we were still getting whiffs of Wiley every now and then, so I set about vacuuming today. The adult boys' band had a show tonight, so I used the opportunity to vacuum around where their equipment normally is in the basement. I'm fairly certain that the basement has never actually been vacuumed before. The poor machine nearly exploded! No wonder I have sneezing fits down here so much.
Still looking for a new place to live, but at least my current roommate secured me a couch and a loveseat at his moving/delivery job. I'll have a place to sit! I'm looking at December and Christmas break to get a place and move in. It'll will have been over three years since I've lived alone and even then it was only for nine months. Nine months in 27 years... for a loner that's a pretty surprising stat.
My roommate's disgusting, old, smelly dog vanished last week. Perhaps she was sick of being old and smelly and found a crevice to duck under and call it a day. Perhaps someone kidnapped her. More likely, some noseybody took a look at her patchy fur, assumed she was abused and took her away "for her own good". My money is on the Crazy Cat Lady across the street. In any case, the house smells infinitely better, but we were still getting whiffs of Wiley every now and then, so I set about vacuuming today. The adult boys' band had a show tonight, so I used the opportunity to vacuum around where their equipment normally is in the basement. I'm fairly certain that the basement has never actually been vacuumed before. The poor machine nearly exploded! No wonder I have sneezing fits down here so much.
Still looking for a new place to live, but at least my current roommate secured me a couch and a loveseat at his moving/delivery job. I'll have a place to sit! I'm looking at December and Christmas break to get a place and move in. It'll will have been over three years since I've lived alone and even then it was only for nine months. Nine months in 27 years... for a loner that's a pretty surprising stat.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Ya know what's cool?
Ya know what's really friggin' awesome? Having more money in your savings account than you owe on your credit card, that's what! I'm leery, though. The government just deposited a ridiculously large sum of money in my account. I was expecting some, but about an eighth of what they gave me and I can't quite work out how they came to that amount. It's wonderful of course, but I'm afraid they're going to realize they made a mistake and demand it all back at an inopportune time.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Plop
Here's a blogpost, since I've been so spotty recently. I've spent nearly every waking moment today on the couch. I only got up to flush the toilet repeatedly (it's partially clogged and nothing has fixed it entirely), making myself some food and coffee, and taking the gross dog out to poop. The gross dog (my roommate's dog, not mine) has developed a sudden fear of grass and so instead of pooping on the lawn she's been depositing her crap on the sidewalk, the basement carpet and the office floor. I have to physically drag her onto the grass and stand there for twenty minutes until she gives up and drops a load. God I dislike that dog, and it pains me to say that about any canine. Oh and I broke up a cat fight, which surely embarrassed our boy Butters, but I can't let our kitty get stomped on! While sitting on the couch I did a bit of homework, so let it be known that I wasn't being completely lazy, just mostly immobile.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Moving and Stuff
I mentioned in an earlier post that I was stressed out and looking for a new apartment. No, nothing's gone wrong with my roommates; I love living in this house and think my friends are the best roommates I've ever had. It's just that my main downstairs counterparts have just found out that they're expecting a baby. Good news for them! But it means that there will be three adults (including me) living there full time, two kids part-time and a baby fulltime on the main floor. It's simply too much and since infants aren't quite capable of getting their own damn house, I'm going to make way.
It's come at a bad time for me financially, too. When I came back from Europe early, I spent that money I'd saved on some stuff that I'd wanted for awhile, thinking I would pay it back with money for school. But the first setback came when the people who give me school money informed me that I'd taken too many electives and thus couldn't be certified for the term. So that left until November for me to get a full paycheck. I then had to put the trip across the country on my card and with the other stuff already on there I accrued quite a bit of interest to pay back.
And now I need to have some money saved up to move into an apartment. Lovely.
On the bright side, it's been awhile since I've lived by myself and I'm kind of looking forward to it. Hopefully I can find a small place nearby so I can still visit my friends and use the basement for music making and recording.
It's come at a bad time for me financially, too. When I came back from Europe early, I spent that money I'd saved on some stuff that I'd wanted for awhile, thinking I would pay it back with money for school. But the first setback came when the people who give me school money informed me that I'd taken too many electives and thus couldn't be certified for the term. So that left until November for me to get a full paycheck. I then had to put the trip across the country on my card and with the other stuff already on there I accrued quite a bit of interest to pay back.
And now I need to have some money saved up to move into an apartment. Lovely.
On the bright side, it's been awhile since I've lived by myself and I'm kind of looking forward to it. Hopefully I can find a small place nearby so I can still visit my friends and use the basement for music making and recording.
Oh Come On!
The Timbers lost last night and while they didn't play very well at all, the other team, Austin, spent far too much time lying on the field with phantom injuries and taking all night for goal kicks and free kicks. The Austin goalkeeper was the biggest culprit with the timewasting and the idiot ref let him get away with it.
So this morning I wake up early and follow the English games online for a bit and then decide to go to the bar and watch the later match. I get there and once my eyes adjust to the dark interior, who should I see sitting a foot in front of me? The Austin goalkeeper and one of their forwards. How unfair is that, the perfect opportunity to tell a coupla cheats what I think of them and it's 9:00 in the morning and I'm totally unprepared! I settled with glaring at them and am pretty proud of myself for not bursting into laughter when at halftime one stood up and said he needed to walk, else he'd get a cramp. Yes, then he might have to spend twenty minutes lying on the floor and that'd be fairly embarrassing. I'm also consoled by the fact that the keeper has an absolutely awful haircut. It was a mullet AND a fauxhawk! You'd think someone would let their poor Euro teammates know that those styles are simply not done in America.
So this morning I wake up early and follow the English games online for a bit and then decide to go to the bar and watch the later match. I get there and once my eyes adjust to the dark interior, who should I see sitting a foot in front of me? The Austin goalkeeper and one of their forwards. How unfair is that, the perfect opportunity to tell a coupla cheats what I think of them and it's 9:00 in the morning and I'm totally unprepared! I settled with glaring at them and am pretty proud of myself for not bursting into laughter when at halftime one stood up and said he needed to walk, else he'd get a cramp. Yes, then he might have to spend twenty minutes lying on the floor and that'd be fairly embarrassing. I'm also consoled by the fact that the keeper has an absolutely awful haircut. It was a mullet AND a fauxhawk! You'd think someone would let their poor Euro teammates know that those styles are simply not done in America.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sometimes I'm Mildly Productive
Give me a bit of time by myself and I will actually become productive (eventually). A lot of things have happened recently that were slowly adding up the stress and so this last holiday weekend I was looking forward to going to the lake and forgetting about things for a few days. However, it poured all weekend at the lake and the power was even knocked out Sunday night, so while everyone was cheerful, joking and we made a great time of it anyway, we were all crammed indoors and none of the floating on the air mattress or going for pleasantly slow boat rides in the evening that I had envisioned occurred. My parents, who I had caught a ride with, and I opted to cut out early and I accompanied them all the way back down to their house so as to actually get that break I'd been looking for.
This morning I woke up just after everyone left to the sound of someone drilling concrete or maybe there was a monster burping across the street. In any case, there was a strange sound happening seemingly right outside my window at far too early an hour for there to be such noise. Normally I would not be awake at 8am, beautiful morning or not, but I pulled myself out of bed then had to mediate a dog-cat fight.
There's a lot of floor space at my parent's house, one of the things I love about it, so I used my dad's weight set and worked out my shoulders and lats before hopping in the shower and giving my hair a serious conditioning. Then I lounged in the sunny room and read a National Geographic all the way through, slowly. After I put that down, the dog and I had a chase-the-ball-around-the-house game and I finished off the coffee. I caved eventually and brought out the laptop I'd been avoiding and while perusing the apartment listings I tried to convince myself that I really could fit into a studio and after a few minutes I actually wasn't morbidly depressed by craigslist. I even contemplated furniture!
It was about then I looked at the clock hoping that my mom's show (she watches some soap opera) had finished recording so I could flip channels and I realized that it hadn't even come on yet because it was only 11:20. There are many days that I don't even get up until then. So I made a deal with the dog that at noon we'd go for a walk to try and kill time while it was taping. Meanwhile I found a download for Weeds season 4, which I'd been itching to watch and got it set up. We walked, I made lunch, fixed some things on iTunes and found a new Top Gear episode on the tv. It's not even two.
This morning I woke up just after everyone left to the sound of someone drilling concrete or maybe there was a monster burping across the street. In any case, there was a strange sound happening seemingly right outside my window at far too early an hour for there to be such noise. Normally I would not be awake at 8am, beautiful morning or not, but I pulled myself out of bed then had to mediate a dog-cat fight.
There's a lot of floor space at my parent's house, one of the things I love about it, so I used my dad's weight set and worked out my shoulders and lats before hopping in the shower and giving my hair a serious conditioning. Then I lounged in the sunny room and read a National Geographic all the way through, slowly. After I put that down, the dog and I had a chase-the-ball-around-the-house game and I finished off the coffee. I caved eventually and brought out the laptop I'd been avoiding and while perusing the apartment listings I tried to convince myself that I really could fit into a studio and after a few minutes I actually wasn't morbidly depressed by craigslist. I even contemplated furniture!
It was about then I looked at the clock hoping that my mom's show (she watches some soap opera) had finished recording so I could flip channels and I realized that it hadn't even come on yet because it was only 11:20. There are many days that I don't even get up until then. So I made a deal with the dog that at noon we'd go for a walk to try and kill time while it was taping. Meanwhile I found a download for Weeds season 4, which I'd been itching to watch and got it set up. We walked, I made lunch, fixed some things on iTunes and found a new Top Gear episode on the tv. It's not even two.
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