Radiohead with the USC Marching Band on the Grammys. I don't normally watch the Grammys, but H put them on just in time to catch this. If D wasn't sleeping I would have blasted the roof off the house.
Oh, and to see Gwyneth the Disco Ball. Meh.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Subversive Thought of the Day
I HATED E.T. Yes, I'm shouting, because I always have to justify this. I hated it when I saw it in the theater when I was a kid, and I hated it more when I saw it on DVD as an adult. Hate.
Yes, I do have a heart and I do like sentimental things. But this is just freaking stupid.
Yes, I do have a heart and I do like sentimental things. But this is just freaking stupid.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Five for Friday
Things that make me happy:
- Mom's Chicken Noodle Soup.
- 60 degree days in February, and getting off of work at 3.
- Yummy leftovers for lunch.
- Having (mostly) wonderful neighbors.
- Curling up on the couch with a cat and a good book.
- Psycho cats.
- Perpetual exhaustion.
- Gross smells in the refrigerator.
- Local Nashville news. All channels are disgraceful.
- Poky underwire bras.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Cat Chaos
A friend of mine from work is staying with us for a little while because she has gone through some pretty heavy stuff in the last week or so. Mom left yesterday, and last night I ran around to make sure that D's room and bathroom were all set.
We (okay, I) had the brilliant idea to shut the girls in our room overnight so that D wouldn't have to worry about them lurking around. I put the litter box in our bathtub, showed them both where it was, and shut the door.
Normally, we leave our bedroom door open so that they have the run of the house. The litter box is kept in the laundry room next door. I put the litter box in the bathtub because I am sick to death of stepping on it in my bare feet, because both beasts track it all over everywhere.
Now, it's no secret that cats are nocturnal animals. Ours lurk all over the house during the night. They also chase each other up and down the hall and stairs. Why on earth would I take that into account when I shut them up in our room with us attempting to sleep?
I was awakened at about 2:45 am to the sound of hissing, which is normal, and them jumping up and down off the bed, which is also normal. What was not normal, however, was the wet spot right next to my head. Turns out that someone had an accident. Right. Next. To. My. Head. If she was trying to prove a point, it worked. I went into the front bedroom to get the comforter, put the cat-pee-covered comforter on the floor in the front room, and tried to lay down again. Sure enough, the sheet was wet as well. K, being all excited at that point, sunk her teeth into H's toe, which elicited a scream from him. H got up to go to the bathroom (in the appropriate place, mind you) and I changed the sheets quickly. At that point, the little monsters were really freaking out. I left the door open so that they could escape, and they both ran down the stairs immediately.
With new sheets and H back in bed, he went to sleep after a lengthy sneezing fit. I lay there worried that D was awakened by the 20 minutes of chaos. She was, of course, but only heard the sneezing fit.
Welcome to our home, D! The room is comfortable, but the cats are badly behaved and you never know what you'll hear in the middle of the night!
We (okay, I) had the brilliant idea to shut the girls in our room overnight so that D wouldn't have to worry about them lurking around. I put the litter box in our bathtub, showed them both where it was, and shut the door.
Normally, we leave our bedroom door open so that they have the run of the house. The litter box is kept in the laundry room next door. I put the litter box in the bathtub because I am sick to death of stepping on it in my bare feet, because both beasts track it all over everywhere.
Now, it's no secret that cats are nocturnal animals. Ours lurk all over the house during the night. They also chase each other up and down the hall and stairs. Why on earth would I take that into account when I shut them up in our room with us attempting to sleep?
I was awakened at about 2:45 am to the sound of hissing, which is normal, and them jumping up and down off the bed, which is also normal. What was not normal, however, was the wet spot right next to my head. Turns out that someone had an accident. Right. Next. To. My. Head. If she was trying to prove a point, it worked. I went into the front bedroom to get the comforter, put the cat-pee-covered comforter on the floor in the front room, and tried to lay down again. Sure enough, the sheet was wet as well. K, being all excited at that point, sunk her teeth into H's toe, which elicited a scream from him. H got up to go to the bathroom (in the appropriate place, mind you) and I changed the sheets quickly. At that point, the little monsters were really freaking out. I left the door open so that they could escape, and they both ran down the stairs immediately.
With new sheets and H back in bed, he went to sleep after a lengthy sneezing fit. I lay there worried that D was awakened by the 20 minutes of chaos. She was, of course, but only heard the sneezing fit.
Welcome to our home, D! The room is comfortable, but the cats are badly behaved and you never know what you'll hear in the middle of the night!
You Know That the Economy is Bad When...
Publishers' Weekly Online has a special section that lists email addresses for everyone that has been laid off.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Is it Time?
Mom and I had a talk about wrinkles today. I'm seriously considering buying some really expensive wrinkle cream that she swears by. She also thinks that I should start fending it all off now before I turn 62 and am wrinkly and puffy. But, she's not really wrinkly or puffy!
Not sure why this is freaking me out, but it's consistent with my angst over being 40 in 18 months.
But, who's counting?
Not sure why this is freaking me out, but it's consistent with my angst over being 40 in 18 months.
But, who's counting?
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Six for Sunday
Things that make me happy:
- Freshly brewed coffee.
- Snuggling in bed with H and both cats on a chilly night.
- Spending an evening with Mom getting ready for a party.
- Getting together with women that I haven't seen in 15 years.
- Not having to vacuum or clean bathrooms because H did it.
- Feeling useful.
- Cardboard paper cuts.
- Working efficiently when other people are standing around.
- Money.
- Big dust rats under the furniture.
- Dropping bottles of wine at the store. Two in the last week!
- Friends getting mugged at gunpoint right outside their apartments.
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