Stuffy nose, coughing fits, no sleep.
Yeah, that about sums it up.
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Saturday, January 31, 2009
Six Word Saturday
Time for another installment of Six Word Saturday!
Yeah, that about sums it up.
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Yeah, that about sums it up.
Please play along, either in comments or add a link to your post in Mr. Linky below!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Angry Neighbor
In addition to our Apparently Hot Neighbor, we also have one we refer to as Angry Neighbor.
This all started the weekend he moved in when even though we were in extreme drought conditions and our homes are only 2 inches away from each other, he decided to have a huge bonfire in his backyard. When I say "huge", I mean "flames shooting up at least twenty feet". So I did what any good neighbor would do - I welcomed him to the neighborhood by calling the fire department, who said they had already received 3 other calls and were on the way.
The next day, I came home from shopping to find a letter taped to my mailbox. I could see similar letters flapping in the wind on all of the neighbors' mailboxes. I wish I had kept it but it basically said "Your a spinless bastard for calling the cops instead of coming to see me. If you have children or a wife, you should apologize for not being a man, you spinless prick."
Yeah, nice. Angry AND illiterate. Go ahead and call me a "spinless prick" but don't use the wrong form of "your" because now I must hate you forever!
Anyways, a few months later, I came home from work with a miserable migraine. I'm not even sure how I made the drive. But as I pulled into the garage, I noticed our pear tree had limbs sitting under it. Now, I realize the limbs had been hanging over the sidewalk. To be honest, I hate that tree and really wish it would just die. No such luck. Still, it's OUR tree. And apparently someone had taken it upon themselves to trim it.
It was then that I spotted Angry Neighbor, two houses down, wielding trimmers on his own tree. It was all I could do to not storm down there and eat his face. Instead, knowing I was not in good mental condition, I went inside and called Joe.
I guess it was good I didn't wander down there on my own and start something. But he certainly looked guilty, standing out there with a garden weapon.
Most recently, Joe was out retrieving our newspaper when he comes running back to the house, yelling for me to open the door. He comes in and slams it shut behind him, telling me he had been attacked by a dog. Sure enough, his arm was dripping blood. We peeked back outside and the dog was running around inside our garage. While cleaning up the carnage, we debated what to do. The dog didn't have a collar and while I was mad it had jumped all over my husband, Joe didn't feel the dog was being mean on purpose. We were also concerned about the dog being hit by a car so we decided to lure it into the backyard (which is fenced) until we could track down the owner.
Don't you know that just as we were heading back outside, we hear someone calling for the dog. You guessed it - attack puppy belongs to Angry Neighbor. I wanted Joe to go show him his arm but at that point, Joe said to just let it go unless it happened again. "If I had to live with that guy, I'd run away looking for a friendly face too!"
P.S. The cake was delicious
P.P.S. I'm home sick. Which is totally different from homesick. I hate "sick" that doesn't come with easy remedies!
This all started the weekend he moved in when even though we were in extreme drought conditions and our homes are only 2 inches away from each other, he decided to have a huge bonfire in his backyard. When I say "huge", I mean "flames shooting up at least twenty feet". So I did what any good neighbor would do - I welcomed him to the neighborhood by calling the fire department, who said they had already received 3 other calls and were on the way.
The next day, I came home from shopping to find a letter taped to my mailbox. I could see similar letters flapping in the wind on all of the neighbors' mailboxes. I wish I had kept it but it basically said "Your a spinless bastard for calling the cops instead of coming to see me. If you have children or a wife, you should apologize for not being a man, you spinless prick."
Yeah, nice. Angry AND illiterate. Go ahead and call me a "spinless prick" but don't use the wrong form of "your" because now I must hate you forever!
Anyways, a few months later, I came home from work with a miserable migraine. I'm not even sure how I made the drive. But as I pulled into the garage, I noticed our pear tree had limbs sitting under it. Now, I realize the limbs had been hanging over the sidewalk. To be honest, I hate that tree and really wish it would just die. No such luck. Still, it's OUR tree. And apparently someone had taken it upon themselves to trim it.
It was then that I spotted Angry Neighbor, two houses down, wielding trimmers on his own tree. It was all I could do to not storm down there and eat his face. Instead, knowing I was not in good mental condition, I went inside and called Joe.
me: You have to come home right now, the neighbor broke our pear tree!
Joe: What?
me: Angry Neighbor attacked our pear tree and chewed off the branches! And then he LEFT them, in our yard!
Joe: Wait, hold up.
me: I almost went down there and punched him in the face but I thought I'd let you do it. But if you want me to, I have a migraine and I'm totally up for punching him in the face.
Joe: He didn't do it. I trimmed the branches before I went to work this morning.
me: Oh.
I guess it was good I didn't wander down there on my own and start something. But he certainly looked guilty, standing out there with a garden weapon.
Most recently, Joe was out retrieving our newspaper when he comes running back to the house, yelling for me to open the door. He comes in and slams it shut behind him, telling me he had been attacked by a dog. Sure enough, his arm was dripping blood. We peeked back outside and the dog was running around inside our garage. While cleaning up the carnage, we debated what to do. The dog didn't have a collar and while I was mad it had jumped all over my husband, Joe didn't feel the dog was being mean on purpose. We were also concerned about the dog being hit by a car so we decided to lure it into the backyard (which is fenced) until we could track down the owner.
Don't you know that just as we were heading back outside, we hear someone calling for the dog. You guessed it - attack puppy belongs to Angry Neighbor. I wanted Joe to go show him his arm but at that point, Joe said to just let it go unless it happened again. "If I had to live with that guy, I'd run away looking for a friendly face too!"
P.S. The cake was delicious
P.P.S. I'm home sick. Which is totally different from homesick. I hate "sick" that doesn't come with easy remedies!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Happy Birthday Joe!
Today, we celebrate Joe's birthday. As is my tradition, I designed his card myself:
Ok, no, not really. But wouldn't that be awesome?
I used his <3 cake tins to make him a really yummy cake:
SomeMonkey suggested I cut the cake into layers so I combined the two cakes from the tin (yellow cake mix + mocha extract) and used a mocha frosting between them. The outer frosting is vanilla with a bunch of sprinkles. My boy loves sprinkles, I have no idea what that's about.
For his gift, I'm giving himthe plague a baby some cool solar lights for the porch. We practically live on our screened porch when weather is nice. In general, he's difficult to buy for so if he doesn't like it, well, see his card above.
Happy birthday, Joe!
Ok, no, not really. But wouldn't that be awesome?
I used his <3 cake tins to make him a really yummy cake:
SomeMonkey suggested I cut the cake into layers so I combined the two cakes from the tin (yellow cake mix + mocha extract) and used a mocha frosting between them. The outer frosting is vanilla with a bunch of sprinkles. My boy loves sprinkles, I have no idea what that's about.
For his gift, I'm giving him
Happy birthday, Joe!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Guest Entry
Good morning!
Our long-haired human is home sick so I'm taking over her blog today. Bwahahaha... The things that happen while she sleeps, she'll never know.
Like last night, I hopped up on the counter and helped myself to some leftover beef stew. It was good but could've used a little salt. And a side of salmon.
The other human, the tall one, he left a few hours ago. It's been cold outside so I made sure to rub my tail all over his black pants before he left. That should keep him warm wherever he's going.
It's nice when our humans are home sick because they don't make a lot of noise but they bribe us to behave. Usually when the one with long hair is home alone she chases us around with that vacuum-monster but not today! As an added bonus, every time I claw the carpet on the stairs, she shakes my treat bag to reward me for a job well done. I don't want to be too greedy though so I always wait at least 5 minutes before I give my encore performance.
Rusty's busy chasing his tail like a complete moron. Seriously, does he not realize that thing's attached? Sometimes he catches it and then he looks even stupider because he doesn't know what to do with it. It's so hard on me, being the smart and beautiful one. He's not even taking advantage of computer time!
It seems the human has fallen asleep. She's snoring a bit and drooling. Sounds gross but when she's awake, she honks like a duck so this is preferable. I think I'll take this opportunity to spy out the window on the squirrels in the backyard. They don't really have any right to be there, mocking me from outside. Some day I'll get out there and show them who's boss. If only I could work that doorknob.
Our long-haired human is home sick so I'm taking over her blog today. Bwahahaha... The things that happen while she sleeps, she'll never know.
Like last night, I hopped up on the counter and helped myself to some leftover beef stew. It was good but could've used a little salt. And a side of salmon.
The other human, the tall one, he left a few hours ago. It's been cold outside so I made sure to rub my tail all over his black pants before he left. That should keep him warm wherever he's going.
It's nice when our humans are home sick because they don't make a lot of noise but they bribe us to behave. Usually when the one with long hair is home alone she chases us around with that vacuum-monster but not today! As an added bonus, every time I claw the carpet on the stairs, she shakes my treat bag to reward me for a job well done. I don't want to be too greedy though so I always wait at least 5 minutes before I give my encore performance.
Rusty's busy chasing his tail like a complete moron. Seriously, does he not realize that thing's attached? Sometimes he catches it and then he looks even stupider because he doesn't know what to do with it. It's so hard on me, being the smart and beautiful one. He's not even taking advantage of computer time!
It seems the human has fallen asleep. She's snoring a bit and drooling. Sounds gross but when she's awake, she honks like a duck so this is preferable. I think I'll take this opportunity to spy out the window on the squirrels in the backyard. They don't really have any right to be there, mocking me from outside. Some day I'll get out there and show them who's boss. If only I could work that doorknob.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I had a plan...
Unfortunately, my plan went to hell about the same time this crud decided to take hold of my body. Yes, wah, poor me. So instead you get Plan B, which is where I ask you to formulate my plan for me. I've actually been thinking about doing this for awhile so I suppose today isn't a total loss.
The idea is this. Look up, under the banner at the top of the page. See the "Suggestion Box" link? Clicky clicky. (I'm working on that link area in general, bear with me.)
In short, I'm looking for suggestions for blog entries. Anything you'd like to see me write about, I will consider. I'm even trying to work out some kind of prize situation.
Tomorrow's post is all set so I can indulge in my bubonic plague or whatever is going on. Think Pinot Noir would help kill the germs?
The idea is this. Look up, under the banner at the top of the page. See the "Suggestion Box" link? Clicky clicky. (I'm working on that link area in general, bear with me.)
In short, I'm looking for suggestions for blog entries. Anything you'd like to see me write about, I will consider. I'm even trying to work out some kind of prize situation.
Tomorrow's post is all set so I can indulge in my bubonic plague or whatever is going on. Think Pinot Noir would help kill the germs?
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