Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I was out for supper this weekend with a few lady friends. One of them, Mel, loves me dearly but declares that she has no time to read AC because when she is at work she "WORKS". My thought is, well, yeah. But it's not like she lives in a cave so, if she really loved me, should could read me at home.
The other two ladies said they both read me regularly. One of them, Lisa, I know reads me at work (even though I know that when she is at work she also WORKS).
The other one, She of the Loveliest Hair, Mrs. VDH, well, I have no idea where she reads me. But she started complaining that I haven't been posting enough lately. And then Lisa started complaining, too.
I complained back that I'm not getting the love. I told her that if my loyal public would leave me loving comments, i.e. "Hey Carol Damned You Post Already", I might be inspired to spew more often. To which, she and Lisa both declared: WE ARE LURKERS. Well damned. I'm getting no love from them. But here I am, giving it to them.
This is the latest randomness. I don't normally do randomness, but that's all they're getting.
The other two ladies said they both read me regularly. One of them, Lisa, I know reads me at work (even though I know that when she is at work she also WORKS).
The other one, She of the Loveliest Hair, Mrs. VDH, well, I have no idea where she reads me. But she started complaining that I haven't been posting enough lately. And then Lisa started complaining, too.
I complained back that I'm not getting the love. I told her that if my loyal public would leave me loving comments, i.e. "Hey Carol Damned You Post Already", I might be inspired to spew more often. To which, she and Lisa both declared: WE ARE LURKERS. Well damned. I'm getting no love from them. But here I am, giving it to them.
This is the latest randomness. I don't normally do randomness, but that's all they're getting.
When I got home tonight and walked into the house from the garage, I smelled food. It's nice to come home and be greeted by the smell of The Husband having supper almost ready.There, Mrs. VDH and Lisa. Happy now?
Hey, you - in the big black SUV who almost rear ended me so you could get around me in traffic today? Yeah, you. You're the same guy who cut off the little red Honda Civic in the lane next to me so you could get in front of them, too. Didn't you feel like a big man when we both pulled up behind you at the red light? Yeah. All that maniacal driving got you way far ahead, huh?
My ZoomZoom has been in the shop for about a week because it had developed a leak at the apex of the driver's side window, the wind screen, and the top. They had to replace all sorts of rubber pieces. I had a loaner. There is a lot of room in a Mazda 3 but there isn't any ZoomZoom.
Exiled Cult member Celeste was in town last week from Virginia for a short visit. I love hugging her. She's tiny and she smells wonderful. She gives great hug, and her hair is like silk. She has the greatest smile, and she hugs like she never wants to let go, even if she just saw you yesterday. Also, her shoes are great. We all miss her.
Cult Leader Susy left me again last Wednesday. I've been really snippy to her because I can be, but I did bring her a dozen roses on Monday. When I dropped them off at her new office the receptionist asked if she should tell Susy who had left them. I told her that no, Susy would know. I'm thinking the receptionist thought maybe I was a girly stalker. Every time Susy leaves me I make sure she has flowers the first day at her new job no matter how snippy I am being. This makes THREE. Bitch.
The 4 year old nephew of one of our Honorary Cult members drown last week. All the horrible things you can think of accompanied that along with some things you couldn't imagine. For instance. On the online version of the Houston Chronicle readers can leave comments. Folks who read the first news story about it left the most vile comments, such as "Why was the mother at work and not at home with her child?" etc. Just disgusting stuff.
Moleskin really works.
I was really sleepy this morning while I was in the shower. I didn't even take the time to dry my hair before I left for work. I had the windows down in the car and I was finger combing my hair, trying to get it to dry. It was very silky because I am using a new kind of conditioner. It felt so good I started to worry that I hadn't remembered to wash the conditioner out of it. I concentrated really hard but I just couldn't remember. Hmmm. Work conditioner into hair. Shave legs. Scrub face. Rinse conditioner??? RINSE CONDITIONER??? Am I going to look like I used Brylcreem all day? Thankfully, no. I apparently am capable of bathing from start to finish even when I am asleep.
I've taught The Black Dog a new trick that is absolutely HELL for him. I take a chicken flavored rawhide. I place it on my left shoulder. (He and I are both on the bed when I'm doing this.) I make him sit at the foot of the bed while I'm at the head of the bed. I make him sit and stay. HE QUIVERS. He mourns. His tail vibrates. His nose sweats. I say, "Stay". I move the rawhide around a bit just to torture him a little. I'll let this go on for three or four minutes before I say "OK!". MAN does he move! But then he very, very gently lifts the rawhide off my shoulder and lays down to kill that hard piece of cow. He's a good dog.
I got a wild hair and bought a bright red purse on eBay the other day. Can't wait til it gets here. Enough of this oh so chic black crap. I want to glow in the dark.
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# posted by Carol : 7:03 PM
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I don't know abut them, but I'm ecstatic. Of course if you blogged using the Brian the Red method that one post could have been split into 10 separate days worth. :)
Ok, I'm going to challenge "AC" in regard to the "chicken flavored" treat for the dog.
There is a chain of "natural food" stores here called Henry's (they used to be called "Boney's - go figure) that all have a barrel at the door filled with the "varied flavor" biscuits for dogs: yellow for cheese, purple (I suspect) for liver, etc. Being naturally inquisitive, I have tasted each one as I headed out the door. Conclusion: identical cereal or "meal" taste. Now you could argue, I suppose, that a dog's tasting ability is significantly more sensitive to flavor, but I do consider my self of "discriminating" taste.
Until you have spent a "bit" gnawing (and I leave the exact time to your discretion) and declare, "It tastes like chicken," I conclude it's a scam.
There is a chain of "natural food" stores here called Henry's (they used to be called "Boney's - go figure) that all have a barrel at the door filled with the "varied flavor" biscuits for dogs: yellow for cheese, purple (I suspect) for liver, etc. Being naturally inquisitive, I have tasted each one as I headed out the door. Conclusion: identical cereal or "meal" taste. Now you could argue, I suppose, that a dog's tasting ability is significantly more sensitive to flavor, but I do consider my self of "discriminating" taste.
Until you have spent a "bit" gnawing (and I leave the exact time to your discretion) and declare, "It tastes like chicken," I conclude it's a scam.
Brian: Yeah but I don't even know how much what I ate an HOUR ago cost.
Mrs. VDH: It's about bloody well time. And I guess now I know where you read me from.
Foo: Yours is going to take it's own post. Thanks for the fodder.
All: I am SO feeling the love.
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Mrs. VDH: It's about bloody well time. And I guess now I know where you read me from.
Foo: Yours is going to take it's own post. Thanks for the fodder.
All: I am SO feeling the love.
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