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i might have to get this toy, just to have it: usb classical fan.
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i might have to get this toy, just to have it: usb classical fan.
i must have been less than or near to 10 years old when i did a barefoot cartwheel at the park by my childhood home and landed my big toe squarely on a broken piece of glass from a soda bottle.
i remember trying to run/hobble home with my toe in the air, using only my heel for support. then, i remember the dr.'s office where they proceeded to inject the wound with novocaine while i simultaneously squeezed a stuffed, wind-up rabbit so tight that it stopped working. i left the building with three stitches.
this afternoon, my big toe feels like that piece of glass is still there.
yesterday, on the way to work, i decided that i want a new car. a 2008 vw rabbit, to be exact... so now i can't stop thinking about zipping around town in a cute little 5-speed, 2-door with the sunroof open.
local businessman and fellow commenter, rusty, asks,
Does this mean yr student loan is paid off?
unfortunately, no... about a year ago, i consolidated my loans in order to lock in at a fixed interest rate which both lowered my monthly payment, and took the time-to-pay out another 12 years.
however, i'm $108 away from paying off my car. and i decided this morning that i want to get a different one.
probably not... shortly over five years ago, i got hitched. my family threw a drizzle* for me, and one gift was a box of envelopes. i remember mentioning how it would hold me through my student loans.
for our honeymoon, we went to las vegas, where i realize my cotton swabs (otherwise known as q-tips) were missing, so i bought a bag of 1000. both are gone within weeks of each other.
*a drizzle is a highly informal shower. friends and family bring gifts that aren't registered for, but rather, regular gifts (i.e., more functional).
i just finished installing movabletype 4 at tieoneontuesday.com and it was a hell of a lot easier than previous versions. kudos to the mt team.
so.. now, i get to start the empire of tuesday-tie-wearers.
i found myself behind the crazy lady again last night. she didn't seem nearly as frustrated as the last two encounters, that is, until we reached a level of cars that deterred her from lane-changing every two blocks.
i'm not sure if it's libel, but we'll find out: her plate is 606-HMG, and it's a green taurus of some kind (not an escort as previously mentioned). if you see her around, just let her pass you, otherwise she'll call you an asshole at the next stoplight when you signal to change lanes at the exact time she decides to not signal to change lanes.
so, janey decided to fire one of the bartenders... leaving several late-night shifts for Kurt to pick up until he can find a replacement.
maybe i should pick up a wait-shift so i can see him once in a while.
so, when you turn the water off at the water heater, the shower dial should know not to output any water when turned all the way to hot (i still don't understand this). ours was outputting cold water when it shouldn't, so it was suggested to replace the cartridge. the plumber even said, "it's easy, i mean, i can do it, but it's easy."
so we tried. and tried, and tried. no budging. i didn't want to end up like this guy, so we put everything back together. now the dial is backwards and luckily, it works better than before.
i can't wait to redo the whole shower. :/
i love translations from japanese. i bought something from ebay and the notice says, "please do not put it near the fire. there is an error drinking danger. please do not give to the infant no matter what."
that's perfect.
so the home phone rang.. which it never does unless it's someone who can't remember to call kurt on his cell.. and i hopped up to answer it. the caller id displayed "out of area", so when it does that i just hit talk and then hang up right away. then i noticed the voicemail light was flashing and i had 5 missed called from the day. they were all out of area except for one at 5:30 from the special olympics.
anyway, i checked the voicemail, and it was obviously from a call center cuz i could hear all the people chatting in the background and the voice says, "hey bekee, just wanted to let you know i'm coming over for dinner tonight. i'm looking forward to meeting your husband. i won't tell him anything eh, y'know?"
so, those of you who know me well know i spent my working years from 16 to 24 doing odd phone jobs... telemarketing, sales, soliciting, tech support, etc. and i never once left a message. especially one that has the potential to stir up trouble.
so, a-hole, your trick ain't working in my house, and if you're that upset about your stupid effing job, then drive cab or something more productive.
we had a tame farewell sendoff for Russell after work this evening at Claddaugh. they were very accommodating for our unknown quantity.
i am also happy to announce that i purchased tieoneontuesday.com with the intention of documenting participation in the voluntarily optional weekly event. i'm not quite sure what will become of the event, but i am shooting for world domination by 2010. i'll let you know.
i might get this.
maybe.
i haven't listened to pink floyd's the wall since junior high. i forgot what an awesome album it is
with the license plate ending in HMG who works in middleton. you need to calm down. nothing about getting to work is so important that you should be 3 inches from the person in front of you regardless of their speed of travel.
last week, i was sick, coughing up you-don't-want-to-know and clearing my sinuses of another color of you-don't-want-to-know... not once did i lose my appetite.
i haven't eaten anything since yesterday at 2. i've been feeling quite "off" for at least since sunday. maybe the lutefisk did me in.
with iowa plates: car windows are see-through. digging ferociously into your nasal cavity, though probably very rewarding in terms of the increased ability to breathe, creates an uncomfortable feeling while driving to work; the rest of us really don't want to watch the show.
kurt's been without a car for over a week. so, i can't give him house tasks to do. and the mechanic won't call him back, even if kurt would call and leave a message.
according to my archives, my annual case of ennui is normal for this time of year.
last night i dreamed that someone sanded and restained our stairs and they looked really nice.
the lady who sat next to me at breakfast was really weird. she read the newspaper to her husband two stools away (their child was between them) and said "we oughta send that effin bush over there and see how he likes it. buncha bullsh*t." and her fake nails were over the top. she read the paper with this terrible scowl. i hope she has a better afternoon. also, her daughter's toast was "dripping with butter. it's a little much." so she asked for another order of toast.
i wonder if they charged her for it.
today is the annual lutefisk dinner in barneveld. i'm gramma's only grandchild who cares to eat it with any regularity.. also, i'm bringing along a couple plaques that i made two years ago to see if anyone wants them. it was a favorite as a child at the summer trailer in prairie du chein.
the best boss in the whole world is leavin. it's okay. but it fucking sucks.
yea, i used the eff word. with reason and vigor.
all i can hope is that when his endeavor becomes successful, he'll think of me.