Wednesday, March 19, 2008
It's not you. It's me. Really.
It's like a switch turned off right around the end of the year. I have been a faithful and active reader of many great blogs for a long time, and I've used AC here to spew on a regular basis for a few years now. But right around the end of the year I just pretty much stopped.
I also pretty much quit reading. Since the new year I've probably only read about three books. This compared to my normal two to three a month.
I'm spending a good bit of time doing random surfing. The kind where, when you end up on a page with an interesting article you read it, and end up opening five or six other tabs from items in that original article because you want to read more about whatever. This can become a long involved Chinese ring puzzle because theoretically this could go on For Ev Er.
But I seem to be coming out of my spontaneous hibernation. I read an entire book last week. I've caught up on one entire blog that I used to check in on every day or so (Hi Shadowfax!). I'm pretty sure that over this weekend I'll be all caught up with Pete, and Foo, and maybe even JK. It's like poof I've come out of a fugue. That, and I made fudge with almonds last night. Maybe that helped. Certainly couldn't have hurt. Although when The Husband came home and saw it his reaction was "WOMAN! Do you want me to just EXPLODE???" after which I calmly explained to him that it need not all be consumed in one gluttonous orgasmic sitting.
It's like a switch turned off right around the end of the year. I have been a faithful and active reader of many great blogs for a long time, and I've used AC here to spew on a regular basis for a few years now. But right around the end of the year I just pretty much stopped.
I also pretty much quit reading. Since the new year I've probably only read about three books. This compared to my normal two to three a month.
I'm spending a good bit of time doing random surfing. The kind where, when you end up on a page with an interesting article you read it, and end up opening five or six other tabs from items in that original article because you want to read more about whatever. This can become a long involved Chinese ring puzzle because theoretically this could go on For Ev Er.
But I seem to be coming out of my spontaneous hibernation. I read an entire book last week. I've caught up on one entire blog that I used to check in on every day or so (Hi Shadowfax!). I'm pretty sure that over this weekend I'll be all caught up with Pete, and Foo, and maybe even JK. It's like poof I've come out of a fugue. That, and I made fudge with almonds last night. Maybe that helped. Certainly couldn't have hurt. Although when The Husband came home and saw it his reaction was "WOMAN! Do you want me to just EXPLODE???" after which I calmly explained to him that it need not all be consumed in one gluttonous orgasmic sitting.
Labels: ac, bloggers, personal urban drama
Sunday, September 09, 2007
Well I sure didn't scrub the bathrooms today, or prune the oak in the front yard that is now scraping the top of The Husband's car when he parks in the driveway, but I did a lot of housekeeping here at AC.
I've been putting it off for a long time because well, it's like a death. I've got that little place waaaaay down there on the left where I store people who aren't posting anymore but who I won't let go of. Every once in a while someone comes back and I'm so very happy that I kept them there. For example, FooFoo5 came back and he's been down there for a good long while. But I knew that when I did my long neglected housekeeping this time that I would not only be moving some people down there who I think might come back but I'm not sure about, I knew I would have to move one down who I miss so much and I'm sure won't be back. Flea. Damned. Considering how much money I spend a year on The Black Dog's drugs to keep fleas away you would think it strange that I feel so sad about loosing one little Flea. But this is a special Flea. A naive, reckless, learned-one-hell-of-a-hard-lesson Flea, but a special Flea, nonetheless. Flea, I hope you're hiding out there on the ass of some dog under a pseudonym and that I'll run across you one day and recognize your angst.
But the real sad? The big sad? Aidan. Because you see I can't move him down there. He's gone, and not like Christmas snow, but for real. Wooosh. Gone like The House Of Pain. Gone. Poof. So that was a flat out delete and I didn't want to do that. Oh, and Aidan? I'm wanting pictures of the Australia trip, OK? OK???
Anyway. Lots of new people are over there. One notable includes Judge Susan Criss at As The Island Floats. She is a judge on Galveston who is sharp and funny, and I enjoy the perspective she provides to this old Houstonian who is a frequent (law abiding) visitor to her fine barrier island. Then there's JKTumlinson who is another local Houston person who I am trying to respect even though he blogs through the Chronicle. I like his stuff. And then there is the long over due link of my own little blog spawn, Jane. I've been meaning to put her over there for a loooong time and have been remiss. She's just put up a lovely new skin that I like a whole lot. And don't forget A Veneer of Certainty. Yet another Houstonian with a bad attitude.
There are really too many to specifically refer to here but some I read just about every day include D Listed because they're just so darned snarky, Isiah Carey because who doesn't like a local guy with integrity and scoop, Musings of a Distractible Mind, because, how can you not love a llama lover? I mean, damned. Llamas are soft even if that are evil spitters and more often than not stink.
I've been putting it off for a long time because well, it's like a death. I've got that little place waaaaay down there on the left where I store people who aren't posting anymore but who I won't let go of. Every once in a while someone comes back and I'm so very happy that I kept them there. For example, FooFoo5 came back and he's been down there for a good long while. But I knew that when I did my long neglected housekeeping this time that I would not only be moving some people down there who I think might come back but I'm not sure about, I knew I would have to move one down who I miss so much and I'm sure won't be back. Flea. Damned. Considering how much money I spend a year on The Black Dog's drugs to keep fleas away you would think it strange that I feel so sad about loosing one little Flea. But this is a special Flea. A naive, reckless, learned-one-hell-of-a-hard-lesson Flea, but a special Flea, nonetheless. Flea, I hope you're hiding out there on the ass of some dog under a pseudonym and that I'll run across you one day and recognize your angst.
But the real sad? The big sad? Aidan. Because you see I can't move him down there. He's gone, and not like Christmas snow, but for real. Wooosh. Gone like The House Of Pain. Gone. Poof. So that was a flat out delete and I didn't want to do that. Oh, and Aidan? I'm wanting pictures of the Australia trip, OK? OK???
Anyway. Lots of new people are over there. One notable includes Judge Susan Criss at As The Island Floats. She is a judge on Galveston who is sharp and funny, and I enjoy the perspective she provides to this old Houstonian who is a frequent (law abiding) visitor to her fine barrier island. Then there's JKTumlinson who is another local Houston person who I am trying to respect even though he blogs through the Chronicle. I like his stuff. And then there is the long over due link of my own little blog spawn, Jane. I've been meaning to put her over there for a loooong time and have been remiss. She's just put up a lovely new skin that I like a whole lot. And don't forget A Veneer of Certainty. Yet another Houstonian with a bad attitude.
There are really too many to specifically refer to here but some I read just about every day include D Listed because they're just so darned snarky, Isiah Carey because who doesn't like a local guy with integrity and scoop, Musings of a Distractible Mind, because, how can you not love a llama lover? I mean, damned. Llamas are soft even if that are evil spitters and more often than not stink.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Well, now I feel REALLY Special. I mean, once China has banned your URL you've really made something of yourself, haven't you??
Are you important enough for China to worry about?
But then, maybe they're just still pissed about my Dad. When he still had his office in Beijing and he would sit up all night playing Gin with the Chairman Mao shirt wearers, he cleaned their clocks.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Jane is my first spawn. Much to my personal delight (because who WOULDN'T like to have spawn?) lil' old Ain't Chicken here is the blog that inspired her to bring Jane Loves Tarzan to life. I'm so proud.
Jane is currently on a fantastic vacation which I am totally jealous of. In exchange for my suffering, she has asked me guest blog to keep her minions happy and entertained until she returns with a slide show of beautiful pictures so she can rub all our faces in her great vacation.
So today, at Jane's place, I confess to my problem. "Hi. I'm Carol. I'm a Buffyholic." (The group) "Hi, Carol!"
Truly you should read her stuff. You'll love her pig.
Jane is currently on a fantastic vacation which I am totally jealous of. In exchange for my suffering, she has asked me guest blog to keep her minions happy and entertained until she returns with a slide show of beautiful pictures so she can rub all our faces in her great vacation.
So today, at Jane's place, I confess to my problem. "Hi. I'm Carol. I'm a Buffyholic." (The group) "Hi, Carol!"
Truly you should read her stuff. You'll love her pig.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
A day of spring cleaning here at Ain't Chicken. Darn you good bloggers out there - I had to update my links just so I can keep up with you all.
In the course of doing this blog cleaning, I sadly moved Barbados Butterfly to the "People I refuse to let go of" section. I understand why she felt the need to take her blog invitation only - wow what a totally suck ass thing to happen to such a neat person. But I miss her writing. I don't have an email address to request an invitation so if anyone out there does have it, I would be most grateful for a kind word.
In the course of doing this blog cleaning, I sadly moved Barbados Butterfly to the "People I refuse to let go of" section. I understand why she felt the need to take her blog invitation only - wow what a totally suck ass thing to happen to such a neat person. But I miss her writing. I don't have an email address to request an invitation so if anyone out there does have it, I would be most grateful for a kind word.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Ain't Skeerd? Oh man I wish I'd thought of that. Rick over at Obsession has cracked me up.
First, his brilliant observation that both the garage and the kitchen are home to power tools in reference to my quest for the perfect toaster oven. (Cue the manly Tool Time grunt of happiness.) What he doesn't know is that a few years ago for Christmas I asked that my husband get me a new jig saw and a new set of saw horses. (Manly Tool Time grunt, again.)
Also, he unwittingly participated in an act of synchronicity. No one has ever before questioned the origin of my choice of "Ain't Chicken". Until now. Last week my buddy Lisa (Hi, Lisa!) asked why I had chosen this particular nome de plume, and now Rick has wondered to the whole world why I didn't choose Ain't Skeered. That, my friends, is synchronicity. So now, for all the people for whom this is obviously a burning issue (along with why the HELL Paris Hilton is so fascinating) is the thrilling scoop.
I've been subjecting the Blogosphere to Ain't Chicken for about four years now. When I first set out to rant to the world, I decided to include a photo of myself as part of my template. Since this blog is more or less "anonymous", I didn't want to show my wrinkled, grey haired self to the world. Also, I didn't want to burn its retinas. So I chose one of my favorite pictures of myself (look - over there on the left). Damned I was a cute kid. I mean, DAMNED.
Thus the origin of the name. It's got a clever double entendre which no one gets because it is so personally obscure.
First, I am indeed a dare devil, Mr. Rick man. Ever been towed through the air by a boat with only a silk parachute keeping you from becoming shark supper? Ever braved the Maw Of Hell in California? Long story but both my husband and I admitted to all our sins while promising God that if he would just keep us from falling off the side of that mountain in a mud slide we would be better people and floss every day. And we apologized for that time we had sex in a public stairwell. Oh wait that last part wasn't with my husband. But it WAS before we met so it's OK, people (Hi Beauboeuf!* Haven't heard from you in years. Call me!). Have you tried paddling through a Louisiana swamp in a pirough trailed by a hungry mob of alligators? OK I'll admit I incited the mob by throwing marshmallows to them but hey that's part of the FUN! You know that woman at your office who everyone thinks hasn't had a bath since Atlanta burned? Let me at her. I'll tell her in the nicest way possible that she reeks and that being near her is like letting a new whole generation learn what mustard gas smells like. And she'll walk away grateful! And I was the only one at Uncle Jack's funeral who was willing to say that all the people walking around talking about him like he was a saint were just hypocrites. He was a son of a bitch when he was alive and just because he was laying there in a coffin didn't mean anything had changed.
Oh, the other part. I've digressed. See that picture over there of the unbearably cute girl? It was Thanksgiving. I was three. See that thing on my head? We made those at Sunday bible school out of paper bags and construction paper. Everyone thought is was a chicken head. BUT NO! It was a TURKEY head. It was Thanksgiving. Get it? Turkey head? Ain't Chicken? GET IT? Go now and laugh amongst yourselves.
*Yes, I had sex with a man named Beauboeuf. Shut up.
First, his brilliant observation that both the garage and the kitchen are home to power tools in reference to my quest for the perfect toaster oven. (Cue the manly Tool Time grunt of happiness.) What he doesn't know is that a few years ago for Christmas I asked that my husband get me a new jig saw and a new set of saw horses. (Manly Tool Time grunt, again.)
Also, he unwittingly participated in an act of synchronicity. No one has ever before questioned the origin of my choice of "Ain't Chicken". Until now. Last week my buddy Lisa (Hi, Lisa!) asked why I had chosen this particular nome de plume, and now Rick has wondered to the whole world why I didn't choose Ain't Skeered. That, my friends, is synchronicity. So now, for all the people for whom this is obviously a burning issue (along with why the HELL Paris Hilton is so fascinating) is the thrilling scoop.
I've been subjecting the Blogosphere to Ain't Chicken for about four years now. When I first set out to rant to the world, I decided to include a photo of myself as part of my template. Since this blog is more or less "anonymous", I didn't want to show my wrinkled, grey haired self to the world. Also, I didn't want to burn its retinas. So I chose one of my favorite pictures of myself (look - over there on the left). Damned I was a cute kid. I mean, DAMNED.
Thus the origin of the name. It's got a clever double entendre which no one gets because it is so personally obscure.
First, I am indeed a dare devil, Mr. Rick man. Ever been towed through the air by a boat with only a silk parachute keeping you from becoming shark supper? Ever braved the Maw Of Hell in California? Long story but both my husband and I admitted to all our sins while promising God that if he would just keep us from falling off the side of that mountain in a mud slide we would be better people and floss every day. And we apologized for that time we had sex in a public stairwell. Oh wait that last part wasn't with my husband. But it WAS before we met so it's OK, people (Hi Beauboeuf!* Haven't heard from you in years. Call me!). Have you tried paddling through a Louisiana swamp in a pirough trailed by a hungry mob of alligators? OK I'll admit I incited the mob by throwing marshmallows to them but hey that's part of the FUN! You know that woman at your office who everyone thinks hasn't had a bath since Atlanta burned? Let me at her. I'll tell her in the nicest way possible that she reeks and that being near her is like letting a new whole generation learn what mustard gas smells like. And she'll walk away grateful! And I was the only one at Uncle Jack's funeral who was willing to say that all the people walking around talking about him like he was a saint were just hypocrites. He was a son of a bitch when he was alive and just because he was laying there in a coffin didn't mean anything had changed.
Oh, the other part. I've digressed. See that picture over there of the unbearably cute girl? It was Thanksgiving. I was three. See that thing on my head? We made those at Sunday bible school out of paper bags and construction paper. Everyone thought is was a chicken head. BUT NO! It was a TURKEY head. It was Thanksgiving. Get it? Turkey head? Ain't Chicken? GET IT? Go now and laugh amongst yourselves.
*Yes, I had sex with a man named Beauboeuf. Shut up.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Damned you, Blogger (not anymore so they say) Beta. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY ARCHIVES? Arrrrrrgggghhh!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
I don't wash my car. I've been known to wear trousers just so I wouldn't have to shave my legs. I pay somebody to cut my lawn. So it shouldn't be a surprise that I have been woefully lax in updating those links over on the left.
As before, these links are really for me, so I can be reminded of who I like to see and get to them easily from any computer. But they're also for you because it's all quality stuff.
Mainly I've re-arranged. A f-e-w links are gone. No offense - just not so much time anymore. I've added tons of links - all people and places I had stored haphazardly all the hell over my desktop. Funny, my virtual desktop and my actual desktop look very similar. And it appears that I've created an "A List" and a "B List" but in truth, most of the folks on the "B List" don't post as often as those on the "A List" so I don't check in on them as often. None the less to you "A Listers" - you rock. And you too, of course, "B Listers". Sheesh - this across the board nice stuff is tough.
As before, these links are really for me, so I can be reminded of who I like to see and get to them easily from any computer. But they're also for you because it's all quality stuff.
Mainly I've re-arranged. A f-e-w links are gone. No offense - just not so much time anymore. I've added tons of links - all people and places I had stored haphazardly all the hell over my desktop. Funny, my virtual desktop and my actual desktop look very similar. And it appears that I've created an "A List" and a "B List" but in truth, most of the folks on the "B List" don't post as often as those on the "A List" so I don't check in on them as often. None the less to you "A Listers" - you rock. And you too, of course, "B Listers". Sheesh - this across the board nice stuff is tough.
Labels: ac
Sunday, July 16, 2006
What can I say? I got tired of orange.
Labels: ac
Thursday, March 30, 2006
In the lovely month of March I took a short blogbreak. Never done that before. It was good, and I spent part of the time in Austin where, even though I drove too fast on some steep narrow roads and some nights drank too much beer on the back porch of my cabin, I also did a little bit of writing. This is from about two weeks ago:
I find myself in Austin and I called an otherwise extraordinarily witty and intelligent friend back in Houston to ask what she does here - any special restaurants I've never been to, that sort of thing. She says..
"Yeah I think there's this place called like Saltlick or something. They have you know. Um. Meat. Meat and cold slaw stuff. And pickles. And dumplins'."
I laugh.. "dumplins???
She says "Um. I meant to say rolls."
I find myself in Austin and I called an otherwise extraordinarily witty and intelligent friend back in Houston to ask what she does here - any special restaurants I've never been to, that sort of thing. She says..
"Yeah I think there's this place called like Saltlick or something. They have you know. Um. Meat. Meat and cold slaw stuff. And pickles. And dumplins'."
I laugh.. "dumplins???
She says "Um. I meant to say rolls."
Labels: ac, cult, personal urban drama, texas
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Two things tonight:
I took a top-down moonlit drive just now. I wore a light sweater and turned the heat on lightly warm, blowing onto my feet. I have fantasies that this is what it feels like up north as the cold comes in, but with a lot more color and bite. We feel this so rarely. We have the occasional ice storm, but usually in late January, early February. We often spend New Year's wearing shorts.
So tonight is a harbinger of the best top-down driving this part of the world has to offer: it is coming, it is here (for a few days anyway).
Also:
A prior post has caused discussion and surfing, accusations and skin diagramming. The Husband reads the Blog. The other night he wanted to know: What Picture? Referring to my breast cancer post. I told him that was the whole point. I couldn't find it!
This morning, the Husband exclaimed from his computer chair, "You did post your picture!"
Did not. Couldn't find it.
"This is YOU!"
So I go in there and my HEAVENS this man has lived with me for fourteen some-odd years. He doesn't know? I pointed.
See these freckles? That's not me.
He pointed. THAT one is yours!
I point. But look - not the other two. I point at the screen and at my bare arm.
I point other bare things at him. And LOOK. I'm much bigger than her. SHEEESH!
He does not relent.
This evening, a friend of mine called. Also a friend of the Husband, but they were never engaged so he's more my friend than the Husband's. While the guys were talking it occurred to me that this friend might have one of the red-bra pictures. Our relationship was of that time period.
So I ask the husband to ask the friend: Does he have one of the red bra pictures?
Husband looks at me. Husband asks friend.
Husband laughs and reports: He says no, but that he has some of the green teddy pictures.
I retort: We didn't have a camera with us that time.
I took a top-down moonlit drive just now. I wore a light sweater and turned the heat on lightly warm, blowing onto my feet. I have fantasies that this is what it feels like up north as the cold comes in, but with a lot more color and bite. We feel this so rarely. We have the occasional ice storm, but usually in late January, early February. We often spend New Year's wearing shorts.
So tonight is a harbinger of the best top-down driving this part of the world has to offer: it is coming, it is here (for a few days anyway).
Also:
A prior post has caused discussion and surfing, accusations and skin diagramming. The Husband reads the Blog. The other night he wanted to know: What Picture? Referring to my breast cancer post. I told him that was the whole point. I couldn't find it!
This morning, the Husband exclaimed from his computer chair, "You did post your picture!"
Did not. Couldn't find it.
"This is YOU!"
So I go in there and my HEAVENS this man has lived with me for fourteen some-odd years. He doesn't know? I pointed.
See these freckles? That's not me.
He pointed. THAT one is yours!
I point. But look - not the other two. I point at the screen and at my bare arm.
I point other bare things at him. And LOOK. I'm much bigger than her. SHEEESH!
He does not relent.
This evening, a friend of mine called. Also a friend of the Husband, but they were never engaged so he's more my friend than the Husband's. While the guys were talking it occurred to me that this friend might have one of the red-bra pictures. Our relationship was of that time period.
So I ask the husband to ask the friend: Does he have one of the red bra pictures?
Husband looks at me. Husband asks friend.
Husband laughs and reports: He says no, but that he has some of the green teddy pictures.
I retort: We didn't have a camera with us that time.
Labels: ac, husband, miata, personal urban drama
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Tomorrow this blog will be two years old. Funny - when I look back, my very first post was about a bad driver. I guess some themes are timeless if you live in Houston!! Thanks to all my regular guests - it's been a delight.
On another topic:
One of the sweetest words in the English language:
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N
The Husband, the catamaran, and I are outta here. Sister will kindly puppy sit the Black Dog. See you in a week!
On another topic:
One of the sweetest words in the English language:
V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N
The Husband, the catamaran, and I are outta here. Sister will kindly puppy sit the Black Dog. See you in a week!
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Samantha at Technicolour Nightmare is my new Geek Hero.
Right click, sort. So simple. So obvious. So unreachable unless you...think of it.
Thank you, Samantha! I sleep better when I am properly alphabetized!
Right click, sort. So simple. So obvious. So unreachable unless you...think of it.
Thank you, Samantha! I sleep better when I am properly alphabetized!
Labels: ac
Monday, December 06, 2004
Dear Blogexplosion:
I am a good monkey. I will choose the correct number with my mouse pointer. Please give me my food pellet / or / give me mystery points! / or / just don't electric shock me.
Dear Blogexplosion:
You suck. I made five really cool banners and I was ready to play along with your banner games and then you say noooooooo little girl you can't play along with our banner games because you are a red nosed reindeer! Oh, wait - no - you said - you are a blue language user! HEY! You never said I couldn't do banners if I said fuck on this page. It doesn't say that anywhere!
And listen up you censorship happy exploder boys - my banners are DAMNED CUTE! I submit the evidence:
I am at home today with a swollen and painful knee. OK OK OK Mel you were right maybe I did walk away from that cane a little too fast. Fine! Be right! (wimper.)
I am a good monkey. I will choose the correct number with my mouse pointer. Please give me my food pellet / or / give me mystery points! / or / just don't electric shock me.
Dear Blogexplosion:
You suck. I made five really cool banners and I was ready to play along with your banner games and then you say noooooooo little girl you can't play along with our banner games because you are a red nosed reindeer! Oh, wait - no - you said - you are a blue language user! HEY! You never said I couldn't do banners if I said fuck on this page. It doesn't say that anywhere!
And listen up you censorship happy exploder boys - my banners are DAMNED CUTE! I submit the evidence:
I am at home today with a swollen and painful knee. OK OK OK Mel you were right maybe I did walk away from that cane a little too fast. Fine! Be right! (wimper.)
# posted by Carol : 1:30 PM
Thursday, November 11, 2004
More housekeeping: couldn't get the @*!&$# comments to work so had to rebuilt the whole darned site. Still needs lots of tweeking but the main stuff is working. INCLUDING THE @*!&$# COMMENTS. When my brain can deal with more HTML I'll fix the colors. Sorry if they hurt your eyes between now and then. But the comments work!!
Monday, November 08, 2004
MISSING:
The post from Sunday where I informed the world of my joy at getting to eat pizza and drink tequila and cuss and learn how to play '42' with my friends.
Is Blogger glitching? Did it eat my post? Or is Blogger censoring? Did it delete my post because I talked about slapping down that 1:blank domino and yelling out "DOMINOOOO MOTHERFUCKERRRR"? (Which I think may only be a rule if you are taught how to play by an Aggie who learned at The Chicken in College Station.)
I've dropped a note to The Powers That Be Blogger. We'll see what they say.
Carol's Posts: Read 'em quick, while they last!!
The post from Sunday where I informed the world of my joy at getting to eat pizza and drink tequila and cuss and learn how to play '42' with my friends.
Is Blogger glitching? Did it eat my post? Or is Blogger censoring? Did it delete my post because I talked about slapping down that 1:blank domino and yelling out "DOMINOOOO MOTHERFUCKERRRR"? (Which I think may only be a rule if you are taught how to play by an Aggie who learned at The Chicken in College Station.)
I've dropped a note to The Powers That Be Blogger. We'll see what they say.
Carol's Posts: Read 'em quick, while they last!!
Saturday, October 30, 2004
I was a very responsible blog owner yesterday. I took the time to sit here and figure out how to fix my archives that have been broken since April, when Blogger "Upgraded" (which I think is code for "Now We're Going To Fuck Your World Up!") and I also fixed my counter, that had been broken since who knows when, and I also added a comment feature so there you go. A little long overdue housekeeping.
My husband and I went to Academy this morning and stocked up on ammo for his handgun and shotgun (funny that I am already stocked up for my Ruger) so that if civilization comes to an end on Monday (He thinks it might because of the elections on Tuesday and because his mother and I had the same dream a few nights ago [insert spooky music here] and they were both about terrorist attacks on the city) we'll be well stocked to defend against the hords. Now doesn't that make you feel better?
My husband and I went to Academy this morning and stocked up on ammo for his handgun and shotgun (funny that I am already stocked up for my Ruger) so that if civilization comes to an end on Monday (He thinks it might because of the elections on Tuesday and because his mother and I had the same dream a few nights ago [insert spooky music here] and they were both about terrorist attacks on the city) we'll be well stocked to defend against the hords. Now doesn't that make you feel better?
Labels: ac, personal urban drama
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Hi yeah I know I'm sorry I'm a bad blog owner...I've been neglecting this space.
I got a piece of fan mail about this site and it delighted me to no end. It doesn't occur to me most of the time that anyone other than my brother or husband ever reads this place so hearing from a complete stranger who told me that she liked my writing pretty much sent me walking on clouds of happiness and self satisfaction so thanks to you, Miss Stranger person out there, for making my month. I mean I felt like Sally Field at the Academy Awards..."they like me - they really like me!!'
I've been trolling around looking for a great inexpensive place for the husband and I to go hang out for 4-5 days the week of July 5th but haven't settled on a little slice of heaven yet. We talked and found out that we would both love to go to D.C. and sure wish we were willing to spend two grand to do it but it turns out ---- we're NOT! :)
I gave the black dog a hair cut this weekend. Let's just say that if you're ever wondering 'is it really worth the 50 bucks to get the dog groomed?' the answer is a definitive yes!! Not because it's a pain - it's not really - but because if your dog ends up anything like my poor pathetic beast ended up, you'll be embarrassed to take him for walkies in public until it all grows back. I'm grateful for a wooden fence around the back yard. If he were visible to other people the might think him abused, or mangey. And he's such a sweet beast, too!
I got a piece of fan mail about this site and it delighted me to no end. It doesn't occur to me most of the time that anyone other than my brother or husband ever reads this place so hearing from a complete stranger who told me that she liked my writing pretty much sent me walking on clouds of happiness and self satisfaction so thanks to you, Miss Stranger person out there, for making my month. I mean I felt like Sally Field at the Academy Awards..."they like me - they really like me!!'
I've been trolling around looking for a great inexpensive place for the husband and I to go hang out for 4-5 days the week of July 5th but haven't settled on a little slice of heaven yet. We talked and found out that we would both love to go to D.C. and sure wish we were willing to spend two grand to do it but it turns out ---- we're NOT! :)
I gave the black dog a hair cut this weekend. Let's just say that if you're ever wondering 'is it really worth the 50 bucks to get the dog groomed?' the answer is a definitive yes!! Not because it's a pain - it's not really - but because if your dog ends up anything like my poor pathetic beast ended up, you'll be embarrassed to take him for walkies in public until it all grows back. I'm grateful for a wooden fence around the back yard. If he were visible to other people the might think him abused, or mangey. And he's such a sweet beast, too!
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
My husband was writing off a snitty email to Mayor Bill today and then apparently decided to share his rage with Govey Rick also. So he yelled at me from his mission control room "you don't have a link to the governors email!" and I yelled back from my arteest station, "hell no - he's useless!".
Labels: ac, husband, personal urban drama
Monday, June 23, 2003
Very exciting stuff! My blog survived the night! It's still THERE! Yeah, you might not think that's such a big deal but I had my doubts.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Not being a geek, figuring out how to actually create and publish this blog has been an exciting learning experience for me. Too bad, I don't really like excitement. Learning is ok, unless it's hard. This was...challenging! I did a little Blogger, I did a little HTML, I did a little cursing. I triumph! I have no freaking idea how the archives feature works, but I figure I have 8 days to learn. So far so good.
