Hmm..... My body is very pleased with me at the moment. I had three days off, got lots of sleep, had a professional massage and a lot positive experiences with the visiting boyfriend. (I'll spare you.)
I also had the great fortune to encounter Girl Scout Cookies in a gas station. The owner of the gas station was selling them as a favor to her local troop. No one ever tries to sell me Girl Scout cookies anymore, and I really, really like them. I really thought I missed my opportunity this year, but now I have Trefoils, Do-Si-Dos and Tag-Alongs. Yummy! I am going to freeze some, because I sort of bought too many in my excitement, I think.
HHS Band Alumni, sing with me now- "I walk around in February sayin' 'HOW 'BOUT THESE COOKIES!!!' I'm a Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! I'm a Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. Sayin' G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Somewhere, Dennis Leary is twitching. Sigh....
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Hmm..... My body is very pleased with me at the moment. I had three days off, got lots of sleep, had a professional massage and a lot positive experiences with the visiting boyfriend. (I'll spare you.)
I also had the great fortune to encounter Girl Scout Cookies in a gas station. The owner of the gas station was selling them as a favor to her local troop. No one ever tries to sell me Girl Scout cookies anymore, and I really, really like them. I really thought I missed my opportunity this year, but now I have Trefoils, Do-Si-Dos and Tag-Alongs. Yummy! I am going to freeze some, because I sort of bought too many in my excitement, I think.
HHS Band Alumni, sing with me now- "I walk around in February sayin' 'HOW 'BOUT THESE COOKIES!!!' I'm Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! I'm Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. Sayin' G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Somewhere, Dennis Leary is twitching. Sigh....
I also had the great fortune to encounter Girl Scout Cookies in a gas station. The owner of the gas station was selling them as a favor to her local troop. No one ever tries to sell me Girl Scout cookies anymore, and I really, really like them. I really thought I missed my opportunity this year, but now I have Trefoils, Do-Si-Dos and Tag-Alongs. Yummy! I am going to freeze some, because I sort of bought too many in my excitement, I think.
HHS Band Alumni, sing with me now- "I walk around in February sayin' 'HOW 'BOUT THESE COOKIES!!!' I'm Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! I'm Girl Scou-ee-ow-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out-ee-out! G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. Sayin' G. I-R. L- S. C-O-U-T. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Somewhere, Dennis Leary is twitching. Sigh....
Sunday, March 16, 2003
Today is the First Warm Day here in upstate New York. (Does Westchester count as Upstate? New Yorkers seem to refer to anything beyond the 5 boroughs and Long Island as “Upstate.”)
It’s like the first warm day in Syracuse, where everyone is so grateful to see the sun that they come out of hiding. For the first few days, everyone is friendly and tries not to see all the garbage that was hidden under all the snow is still on the sidewalk, crusted over with gravel and salt dust.
People sit out on the quad in the few spots that aren’t muddy and marshy, and even though it’s only 60 degrees Fahrenheit and dark gray traces of snow still line the edges of the sidewalk curbs and the places where the buildings cast their shadows, I would bet $20 that some emaciated girl (who paid $125 for her fake tan at the Electric Beach on M Street and then $1250 on a Spring Break trip where she spent most of the peak tanning hours passed out in a hotel room sleeping off her hangover) will be laying out there in a bikini, covered in goosebumps, (the girl, not the bikini), and everyone else will have resurrected last year’s tank tops and Cargo/Capri pants, which, by the way, are “back” this year fashion-wise. (Did they ever go away?)
As for me? Stephen would have pulled me out of bed to “drive to fun places,” or Erika and/or Jo and/or I would have taken Bella down to the amphitheater where we would cheer when she would run so fast she would keep up with the big dogs or jump up onto the stage, and we would try not to think about Lucky.
It’s like the first warm day in Syracuse, where everyone is so grateful to see the sun that they come out of hiding. For the first few days, everyone is friendly and tries not to see all the garbage that was hidden under all the snow is still on the sidewalk, crusted over with gravel and salt dust.
People sit out on the quad in the few spots that aren’t muddy and marshy, and even though it’s only 60 degrees Fahrenheit and dark gray traces of snow still line the edges of the sidewalk curbs and the places where the buildings cast their shadows, I would bet $20 that some emaciated girl (who paid $125 for her fake tan at the Electric Beach on M Street and then $1250 on a Spring Break trip where she spent most of the peak tanning hours passed out in a hotel room sleeping off her hangover) will be laying out there in a bikini, covered in goosebumps, (the girl, not the bikini), and everyone else will have resurrected last year’s tank tops and Cargo/Capri pants, which, by the way, are “back” this year fashion-wise. (Did they ever go away?)
As for me? Stephen would have pulled me out of bed to “drive to fun places,” or Erika and/or Jo and/or I would have taken Bella down to the amphitheater where we would cheer when she would run so fast she would keep up with the big dogs or jump up onto the stage, and we would try not to think about Lucky.
Thursday, March 13, 2003
My cat got a bath today. This was the first time I actually stuck him in the bath under the spigot. (I love the word spigot.) Usually he just gets a rub-down with a Kitty Bath towel, but he has been a little "not so fresh" lately, (Smelly Caaaat, SMELL-y cat...) so after Bella got her bath, I stuck him in the bath, too. Secretly, I think he enjoyed it. There was a lot of pathetic yowling, but he didn't draw blood, which is unusual for Fred. (Trimming his nails is an invitation to buy stock in the pharmecuetical company that makes Bactine.)
Bella, on the other hand, (as I just IM-ed to Alissa) is probably on my cell phone even as we speak, trying to get Kelly to come take her away from me, the Evil Owner Who Gave Her a Bath. :)
In other pet-related news, my parents got a puppy. He is a black labrador retriever named Gunner. He sounds pretty cute, and they're having a ball. (Liss, if you want to officially convert yourself to Dog Person status, you and Gwen should stop by my parents to see him... Nothing will push you over the end like a pudgy puppy whose paws are still too bad for his proportions)
Hmmm..... MUST. GO. DO TAXES. And shower.... 2:42 p.m. and still in pjs.
Midweek weekend, tra la la la laaaaaaa!
Bella, on the other hand, (as I just IM-ed to Alissa) is probably on my cell phone even as we speak, trying to get Kelly to come take her away from me, the Evil Owner Who Gave Her a Bath. :)
In other pet-related news, my parents got a puppy. He is a black labrador retriever named Gunner. He sounds pretty cute, and they're having a ball. (Liss, if you want to officially convert yourself to Dog Person status, you and Gwen should stop by my parents to see him... Nothing will push you over the end like a pudgy puppy whose paws are still too bad for his proportions)
Hmmm..... MUST. GO. DO TAXES. And shower.... 2:42 p.m. and still in pjs.
Midweek weekend, tra la la la laaaaaaa!
Monday, March 10, 2003
How did I get to be such a bad blogger?
Why is my life so crazy? I always have things I keep thinking I want to write up here, but whenever I'm on, I can't think of them. Or I start thinking i have simething meaningful and /or funny to say, and it ends up sucking. I've also becoming a frighteningly Tardy About Obligations Person. My car inspection has to happen today (too late), Andrea's birthday present is 10 weeks late, and my taxes are never getting done at this rate.
Thursday! I will do these things on Thursday!
Why is my life so crazy? I always have things I keep thinking I want to write up here, but whenever I'm on, I can't think of them. Or I start thinking i have simething meaningful and /or funny to say, and it ends up sucking. I've also becoming a frighteningly Tardy About Obligations Person. My car inspection has to happen today (too late), Andrea's birthday present is 10 weeks late, and my taxes are never getting done at this rate.
Thursday! I will do these things on Thursday!
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