No, I haven't become a profound poet. It's just the title of a Sublime song. Usually when I bust out Sublime it means that summer is beginning and I'm ready to go for a drive blaring 40 oz. to Freedom. It was 70+ degrees today so close enough. My girl Jess and I got together (and I got to see my little man Aidan) for some quality time and a beer. Unfortunately the restaurant we chose doesn't open their patio until Monday. Boo. But it was a bit windy so it's probably for the best. Oh and yes, Jessica drank a beer, or rather, most of a beer. It's apparently good for milk production...this is one of those things that I don't really need to know but find fascinating. She kept making an "ick" face which I found hilarious, but she went for it. Baby steps. Between the two of us we probably have the tolerance of a teenage girl so I think we were both a little buzzed up after ONE beer. Yikes. I better get to drinking so I'm fully ready for patio season!!
What else...After my last post I went back on match.com and messaged a guy. Sometimes I find a guy on there that I think is interesting; usually well read, likes non-mainstream music and film and doesn't watch a lot of tv. I usually pass up these guys with the thought that as much I would like to be that kind of girl, I'm not. I sing along to songs on KDWB (even Taylor Swift, damn her!), watch a crapload of tv and live in suburbia with a slight edge. I picture the conversation with such a guy going something like: Him "So have you heard the new blah-blah local band?" Me "No, I did buy the new Alkaline Trio though", Him "Have you been to this restaurant, it's totally hip and indie (paraphrasing of course)" Me "No, usually end up at Old Chicago", Him "What do you do for fun?" Me "Nothing really, watch tv, sleep", Him "This isn't going to work" Me "I figured". Now while I'm aware that having a conversation in my head with a hypothetical guy may seem a little nuts, I can't help myself. Last night I decided not to make the choice for the guy without letting him check out my totally awesome profile first. He can figure out later on that I'm boring and have no interests, right?
Ok, last two items. One granola bar in the box was open and crumbled up. And I found 3 ants crawling around in my bathroom. Wtf. Spring mouse? Ant farm? I can't take another mouse invasion. And ants in the bathroom...what the hell are they looking for? I mean I know my body wash is delicious smelling, but seriously, I can't imagine that it actually tastes like cherries and almonds.
Oh...one more thing. Lots of new people in my neighborhood (see last post regarding strange teenage boy) including someone with a car alarm that goes off every day. Every. Day. It goes "honk. honk, honk, honk, hoooonk, honk. repeat." For cripes sake dude, obviously it's too sensitive. And nobody wants to steal your p.o.s. car. Which reminds me...I saw a minivan with 22 inch rims bumping their stereo yesterday. Maybe they were 24s...huge, expensive-looking rims...on a minivan. Really? I love my 'hood.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Insert clever title here...
I've decided that I'm going to attempt to write something every day. We'll see...I'm usually all talk in these types of situations.
Recent happenings:
1. Max "injured" a paw, became fearful of several spots in the house, refused to step off of the rug without major coaxing or use of the leash. What a freak. He's better now...mostly. (I only say "injured" because for the life of me I can't find anything wrong)
2. The IRS didn't find my massive clothing donation to be suspicious and gave me a crapload of money back. This is tempered by the fact that it was my money to begin with. I want to use the money to fix up my bathroom, but don't really know where to start. I secretly want to spend it all on clothes, shoes and a vacation. The bathroom must win out.
3. I made it through my first semester of grad school without having a nervous breakdown. Yay. I found out that grad school is kind of easy...which is good seeing as I'm still working full time. I took too heavy of a load that first semester, but I made it! This semester is more chill. I'm taking the summer off of school so I can get a bit of a social life back!
4. On that note...I resubscribed to match.com...for no good reason. It's really not for me. I guess I just figured I'll see who's on there right now. So far I'm not impressed.
5. Deep-cleaned the house yesterday. My whole body hurts but it feels good to be in a clean house. So much fur!!! I'm surprised Max isn't bald.
6. Max and I took a walk today and just as we were walking up to the driveway some young teen guy came running at me from across the street. Scared the shit out me as I was deeply into some tunes blasting in my ears. He asks, through crunches of red Funyons (spicy Funyons? interesting), what's your dog's name? what kind of dog is he? and how old is he? I say 5 and he replies "isn't that too old?" I really wanted to say 'too old for what?' but I explained to him that little dogs live a long time. He admits to not knowing this fact and then proceeds to tell me that he has a dog that's "about this high" while his hand never really stops at any one height. I'm really trying very hard not to be like "is there a point to this conversation?" Cause you're not introducing yourself to me or moving this convo towards anything other than "cool dog ma'am." It was strange.
7. Upon opening the front door to go on above-mentioned walk...about 10 minutes after walking in the door from school...I'm greeted by a wasp. Wtf. That's all I have to say about that.
'Til tomorrow. Maybe. If I remember. :)
Recent happenings:
1. Max "injured" a paw, became fearful of several spots in the house, refused to step off of the rug without major coaxing or use of the leash. What a freak. He's better now...mostly. (I only say "injured" because for the life of me I can't find anything wrong)
2. The IRS didn't find my massive clothing donation to be suspicious and gave me a crapload of money back. This is tempered by the fact that it was my money to begin with. I want to use the money to fix up my bathroom, but don't really know where to start. I secretly want to spend it all on clothes, shoes and a vacation. The bathroom must win out.
3. I made it through my first semester of grad school without having a nervous breakdown. Yay. I found out that grad school is kind of easy...which is good seeing as I'm still working full time. I took too heavy of a load that first semester, but I made it! This semester is more chill. I'm taking the summer off of school so I can get a bit of a social life back!
4. On that note...I resubscribed to match.com...for no good reason. It's really not for me. I guess I just figured I'll see who's on there right now. So far I'm not impressed.
5. Deep-cleaned the house yesterday. My whole body hurts but it feels good to be in a clean house. So much fur!!! I'm surprised Max isn't bald.
6. Max and I took a walk today and just as we were walking up to the driveway some young teen guy came running at me from across the street. Scared the shit out me as I was deeply into some tunes blasting in my ears. He asks, through crunches of red Funyons (spicy Funyons? interesting), what's your dog's name? what kind of dog is he? and how old is he? I say 5 and he replies "isn't that too old?" I really wanted to say 'too old for what?' but I explained to him that little dogs live a long time. He admits to not knowing this fact and then proceeds to tell me that he has a dog that's "about this high" while his hand never really stops at any one height. I'm really trying very hard not to be like "is there a point to this conversation?" Cause you're not introducing yourself to me or moving this convo towards anything other than "cool dog ma'am." It was strange.
7. Upon opening the front door to go on above-mentioned walk...about 10 minutes after walking in the door from school...I'm greeted by a wasp. Wtf. That's all I have to say about that.
'Til tomorrow. Maybe. If I remember. :)
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