29 October, 2008
Nope, no pictures. The car needs a good detailing. And a wash. And the peeling paint on the bumper is unappealing (groan!). But trust me - this was a spectacular first step.
Speaking of cars, we just got Scott's back from the Saturn dealer. This was one of those unfortunate scheduled maintenance combined with an actual issue and new tires trip. The result? Too painful to speak about. But at least the car is road-worthy for a few thousand more miles. And his tires are filled with nitrogen. Apparently that's good.
26 October, 2008
How 'bout them Phillies? I watched 4 innings of this game (minus a few SNL sketches) - enough to see the Phillies' back-to-back home runs, and to see the Rays come back to tie the game in the 8th. Then I went to sleep. I just didn't want to risk staying up to watch extra innings. It looks like they pulled it off though, and are now up 2-1 in the series. Game 4 is tonight.
Back to PSU for a minute. They are off next week, and that worries me a bit. Bama would have been #1 if they hadn't had the week off when Texas jumped them in the rankings to become #1. Now that Ohio State is out of the way, I'm keeping all my fingers and toes crossed that they stay undefeated for the rest of the season and that Texas or Bama loses (sorry Scott). But what happens if #4 wins next week and they jump us? Hopefully that won't happen.
25 October, 2008
I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I want Placido Domingo watching me eat. I wanted to take a picture of him and Scott together, but Scott wouldn't cooperate. We pigged out on an assortment of artisan breads and mozzarella/tomato salad, Scott had the steak with gorgonzola butter (and red pepper polenta...ick!) and I had pork marsala with mushroom risotto. We split a piece of cheesecake for dessert, along with a glass of port.Scotty likey dee port. Jamie likey the tiny glass - like the size you'd give a six-year-old his wine in, if you were so inclined. Anyone else think Scott should totally make this his Facebook profile? Aunt Rose would be so proud...
The next 2 weeks are going to be pretty nuts for me. I'm working every day next week except Wednesday, training Friday and Saturday (training someone else - not me being trained), a 2-hour class this Tuesday and an 8-hour class next Monday. And then ELECTION DAY the next day. I'll be hosting an election night party for myself, similar to my Emmy party, with random appetizer foods and a bottle of rosé I got from my boss last week. And I certainly pray that I'm not drowning my sorrows in bubbles by the end of the night.
So if you don't hear from me, assume I'm fine, just working or sleeping!
22 October, 2008
He did this to me Monday when he got home from work. Why? The apartment people left us a memo on our door that said:
Your home is scheduled for a pest clean out treatment. This service involves intensified application of all cabinets in both the kitchen and bathroom areas...
For best results, you must remove all products, dishes, pots, glasses, paper goods, etc. from these areas. When removing these items, please place them in the living room or bedrooms away from treatment areas so our technicians can work more effectively...
Scheduled cleanout date: 10/22/08
Someone was happy to hear the news - this is Milo in a box, inside a box, on top of another box! The cardboard trifecta!
So they gave us one full day to basically empty out the kitchen and the bathroom. That's five years worth of accumulated stuff in a day. I managed to score two empty boxes from work, and we found 2 other empty boxes and 2 laundry baskets in the house. First we cleaned the living room (which was our original plan for the day). Then we cleaned the kitchen. Then we pulled everything out of the cabinets and pantry.
It's possible the fumes from the "poison cabinet" under the kitchen sink may have gotten to Scott.
The end result? A temporary disaster area. Of course, once we are allowed to reload the cabinets and the closets, the result will be a much cleaner home. We'll still need to clean out the random crap accumulated in the dining room and the bedroom, but at least the living room will be clean and clear for a while!
Not pictured: The rolling "pantry," which has been relocated just outside the kitchen; the Christmas tree, which is stored in garbage bags because we couldn't get it apart to put it back in its box, and is now in the bedroom blocking me from getting to my pajamas or socks, or the kitchen counters, which are all cluttered with items for which there were no boxes.
We did learn some stuff in this endeavor:
1. Calling the office and yelling about the obscenely short notice won't do you any good.
2. Milo still doesn't like change. He spent most of yesterday exploring previously blocked-off areas and then growling and hissing at anyone who came near him.
3. Kraft boxed macaroni and cheese has an expiration date.
4. Elphie wants to go to the Good Will. I assume this because she has been in/on the box of unwanted dishes and kitchen wares since it came out of the pantry. By the way, if anyone needs a skillet or three with the non-stick mostly scraped off, a set of six sundae glasses, a plastic plate with Pocahontas on it, or 2 white coffee mugs with the Gevalia logo on them (and gold around the rim) please let me know. I don't even think Good Will wants that stuff!
5. A freshly mopped floor is a magnet for spills. Last night we lost some purple beer (good recommendation, Janette. Scott really liked it) and a cup of Papa John's garlic butter. Watch your step!
Seven garbage bags and 12 hours after we started, we were done. And I mean DONE. We were both passed out before 11:30 last night.
And now all we can do is wait. We can't cook because the stove top is covered by appliances that came out of the cabinets and the oven is full of pots and pans. We can't do the dishes because the dishwasher is full of clean dishes that needed a home. We have dinner plans tonight, but I'm hesitant to leave the house if they haven't come by then because I don't want the cats and the guinea pig to become desegregated in our absence.
I guess Scott was right. Horse shit. Total horse shit.
20 October, 2008
16 October, 2008
Actually, I've got MSNBC on behind me, and they were carrying a Sarah Palin rally live. She actually changed her "Joe Six Pack" line to "Joe and Jane Plumber" as if this particular plumber is just an idea.
If I were Joe, that wouldn't please me at all!
15 October, 2008
Last night, I heard weird noises coming from the kitchen, looked over, and my stream-of-consciousness narrative went something along the lines of "Shit! Elphie get DOWN! Fine, but you are totally getting hosed after I take a picture!"
Please note the box of grits mid-air. Not so much a sign of a good photographer as a lucky one!
And now I am off to study my sample ballot and figure out what the heck Amendment 3 is all about.
14 October, 2008
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Scott and I decided back in August to do one of the "Food & Wine Tasting" events during the Festival this year. We thought the one entitled "Sushi, Sake and Sashimi" would be fun, because we like sushi, but haven't really exposed ourselves to anything really weird. And neither of us really knows anything about sake.
12 October, 2008
"What I am seeing reminds me too much of another destructive period in American history. Sen. McCain and Gov. Palin are sowing the seeds of hatred and division, and there is no need for this hostility in our political discourse,"
Elph-butt is at that stage where she doesn't understand "no," and thinks that being on the kitchen counter might actually be worth getting hosed with the squirt bottle. In short, kitty adolescence. Scott and I have basically ruled out a Christmas tree this year, because she's insane and uncontrollable. I have that wreath from last year - I figure we'll throw a string of lights on it along with a dozen ornaments, and voila! Instant Christmas!
Milo's first Christmas was when I lived with Cat. We had a 18" fake tree I got from WalGreens. It sat on top of the entertainment center, and we locked Milo in the laundry room when we left home so that he wouldn't jump up there unsupervised and knock the whole thing down. Somehow it seems more humane to just rule out the tree this year!
11 October, 2008
“I just have to rely on the good judgment of the voters not to buy into these negative attack ads. Sooner or later, people are going to figure out if all you run is negative attack ads you don’t have much of a vision for the future or you’re not ready to articulate it.”And now for the other portion of today's entry: Florida's Amendment 2:
"Inasmuch as marriage is the legal union of only one man and one woman as husband and wife, no other legal union that is treated as marriage or the substantial equivalent thereof shall be valid or recognized."Now is probably a good time to mention that same-sex marriage is already illegal in Florida. The religious right and the homophobes think that this issue - moreso than guarantees for education, care for old people, or protection of the environment - needs to be in the State Constitution.
Similar amendments in other states are being used to take away benefits from public employees (Kentucky, for instance), and dissolve domestic partnership registries used to provide health care benefits and pensions (in Michigan). Broward and Palm Beach Counties and the cities of Tampa, Gainesville and Miami Beach, among others, offer Domestic Partnership Registries. Most Florida universities and more than half of Fortune 500 companies offer Domestic Partnership benefits. These benefits would be placed at risk, if not outright abolished, if this amendment passes. (previous paragraph blatantly stolen from here)
Regardless of what you feel about gay people ("eww...icky") or gay marriage ("the Bible says nooooooo"), I can't imaging that anyone out there really thinks it's a good idea to make it impossible to visit a partner in the hospital, or to take away insurance benefits. The people this amendment will affect are human beings and deserve the right to live their lives without interference like this.
Come on, Florida. Let's try to fix our existing problems rather than create new ones for other people.
09 October, 2008
I had much better luck taking pictures of things in the smaller aquariums. Here's my rockin' cuttlefish photo and a giant clam (about to suck up that poor clown fish!):
05 October, 2008
Somehow, the word "awesome" has sneaked back into my vocabulary in a big ugly way. Today, I was writing a note to our Operations Manager (henceforth known as "guy who didn't hire me") on a post-it:
Guy who didn't hire me,
Here's an awesome guest compliment letter that The Boss thought you'd enjoy.
And then right before I left for the night, I left a stack of brand new cocktail menus (transcribed from the lounge menus with big tacky photos that The Boss doesn't feel has any place in his stuffy uptight dining room) on The Boss's desk with the following note:
Yes, I am awesome! :-)
I don't know what's come over me! Really though, it's got to stop.
I've heard it said that using profanity is a sign of unintelligence. I guess the theory is that someone more articulate could express the same feeling without resorting to vulgarity. Frankly, sometimes I think a good "fuck" is an excellent way to get your point across. And if you can use the same word 20+ times in one post and not come off looking like a ghetto superstar, more power to you.
But awesome?!?! That just makes you sound like you're trapped in the 80's. And that's not good for anyone! Tsk tsk.
04 October, 2008
Apparently yet another of the blue gel ice packs for my lunch has sprung a leak. I didn't notice a puddle in the lunch box like last time though, so I'm not 100% sure. All I know is that I looked down and my finger was blue! And another finger was blue! And one knuckle on my other hand: also blue!
Yellow on the left, followed by pink, and then purple.
The very bottom of the purple applicator has an extra ridge on it, as if the makers of the product are aware that without that little ridge, you would likely cut a circle in the tip of your finger during insertion!
And so the jokes kept rolling with me and Scott. He asked if there was any heavy equipment involved, and I said yes, that the box comes with a grenade launcher... but make sure you hold on tight to that string or Look Out!
With its one gallon absorption ability, you could wear just one tampon through an entire cycle. You know, theoretically, if you weren't worried about TSS or the fact that you would definitely feel "not so fresh" by the end.
Also, I'm not taking a picture of this, but if you were to insert an ULTRA into a glass of water, it would plump up to the diameter of an apple. Seriously - it's scary!
I think that just about covers it. But maybe one more time, just for S&G's, and since I probably won't have this opportunity again: Tampon!
01 October, 2008
Abita "Purple Haze" Beer
And Last But Not Least...
Irish Cheese Selection: Cheddar, Dubliner, Ivernia with apple chutney and brown bread
cheeses, but they all tasted the same and were served cold. The cheese booth put this plate to shame. And that bread... doesn't look brown to me!
Time for a photographic interlude from the "Pearville Fair" section. Nothing to eat here but whole pairs, but still a fun photo op!
(and before you judge too harshly, please remember these pictures were taken over the span of two days and 3-4 meal periods and fed both of us)