I’ve got pots but not my glasses
Posted on | September 25, 2006 | 4 Comments
I should say “I’ve got pots,” but that title sounded funny to me, especially considering my history. This was the weekend of cash going bye-bye on things that we needed. Okay, so it wasn’t just on stuff we needed. Some of it was superfluous. And other stuff was half-superfluous. Does that make sense?
I bought pots. They aren’t the most expensive, nor the best, but my old pots scared me. The red paint on the outside started scraping off years ago, and the non-stick coating, well, I think we ingested more of it than was left on the inside of the pots. D remarked that we should have requested pots when we got married the second time. I think I fucked up there. I only put plates on the registry. Doh! I am happy with my new pots, but they posed a problem. I love our house but we have no cabinet space. The cabinets were installed sometime in the 1940’s. Okay, I don’t know that for sure, but you should see these things. The new pots needed a pot rack. A new pot rack. My Mom sent me one years ago, which I gave, but I wanted another one. We bought a bookshelf pot rack. It fits in the corner behind the door and keeps all of the pots from being scraped and thrown on top of another while storing the lids flat on the top. I get to keep my pristine, at least for the next year or so.
The kitties had to go to the vet this weekend. Someone had worms. Ew. They were more pissed off about the car ride than the shot. I always feel bad putting them in their carriers. They hate the carriers because they know that a car trip follows. I was all ninja-like getting them into them this time. Val’s nap on D’s office chair left him wide open. And Voodoo, well I preyed on his trust. He came to me when I called him, all happy with his swishing tail and then I pounced. I felt bad, but they had to go. Sixty bucks later, my kitties are anti-wormy and all is well.
I am convinced that this wormy issue started with Valentine getting out. The little weenie snuck out twice in one week. D woke up one morning and found him mewing on the front porch. Then Val made a break for it as Will and Anne left a couple weekends ago. When they left I was on my knees trying to shine a weak flashlight under the house. He didn’t cooperate. Then we released the hounds. It was funny watching the dogs hunt Val. They ran behind the duplex next to our house and I think they had him cornered there, but we called them back. Val spent another night roaming the neighborhood and sat on the porch until D let him in on Sunday morning. My cats are not allowed outside. I fear for their safety with the busy street, possums and the crazy wildlife around our house. We don’t have them protected from heartworm or fleas. I can’t keep a collar on either one of them. They are not allowed outside – period. But my little gray beast has other ideas. I think violence shall ensue if he gets outside again.
D and I had a decent ride on Saturday. My legs protested greatly. We didn’t drink nor did I smoke so I really don’t know why I felt so sluggish. Some asshole decided it was fun to fuck with me. He called me a bitch (and some other crap that I couldn’t hear) and I flicked him off. Yeah, stupid reaction considering I was on a bike. The fucker and his moron passenger rode my ass most of the way down Lakemont. The moral of the story? It’s stupid to antagonize stupid men in cars. He was lucky I didn’t have a bat or something.
I am proud of myself. D and I worked hard on our homework this weekend, which left plenty of time for my new game. So far, it’s an adventure game. Not terribly expansive so far, and I’ve gotten my ass whomped on several times, but it’s interesting. I thought it was going to be an RPG but it’s essentially a first person shooter. I haven’t put more than 4 hours on it so I can’t give you a good idea on the story. I left my glasses at home. My eyeballs hurt. I can’t run home to get my glasses because it would take longer than the teensy half hour I have for lunch. Yes, you read that right, I have thirty minutes for lunch. Don’t get me started. D’s at home today, but he’s catching up on homework and I don’t want to bother him with my silly request. My head may essplode though. Wouldn’t that look cool ?
I would like to state for the record that people love beagles. I don’t know how they react to other breeds, but people stop all the time to tell me how much they love their beagle. We started to walk the beasties nightly, both to get us out of the house, and to get them all tired. The theory that it will exhaust them doesn’t work, but one can hope. Everyone thinks they are cute. They wear little blinky lights on their collar, a harness and a nifty reflective leash. I tie little bags to their harnesses to scoop up the poo. It’s a cute look. D and I walked them on Saturday (I think) and as we walked up to cross Virginia at Ferncreek a guy called out to us. “I have a beagle! I love those dogs!” I saw his smile in the dark. It warms my little heart, it really does
Comments
4 Responses to “I’ve got pots but not my glasses”
Leave a Reply
Twit This!
- Alternate uses for my recycling bin @ work. :) http://t.co/6tKdfdBo
- I'm going to disappear now... this deadline is chewing up my brain. #likeazombie
- Some days.... #vaguetweet #couldinvolvemurder #itsokay #imawriter
- @atfmb Awww... I only got 5. I feel like an underachiever. #FUspambots
- @KL_Grady way to be fucking charitable. I think it paid for her bad face lift. She should donate 1/2 of her money to Planned Parenthood
- RT @techglance: How Higher Education Uses Social Media [INFOGRAPHIC] http://t.co/bZWzTsWx
- @KL_Grady Yeah. I think they are more in love with their symbol & trademarks than they are in actually HELPING women.
- That's nice and all, but I think I'll let them keep their pink ribbons. I need to educate myself a lot more on who I donate to.
- RT @thinkprogress: BREAKING: Komen backs down, apologizes, pledges to fund Planned Parenthood. http://t.co/SJMvsiIz
- I was up at 4:30 this morning to finish up a project for work. Now I'm at work and need a nap. What kind of crazy person gets up that early?
Response
- Cat on Bedbugs, Cancers, and Listening to Fans
- Claire on Once Again
- moodymeow on Once Again
- Frankie on Once Again
- Cat on Confessions
Recent Posts
September 25th, 2006 @ 11:54 am
My parents get that all the time with my old beagle. There’s something about the breed. Meanwhile, I get, “Your dogs are so cute, I love bulldogs.” Ugh. Boston Terriers have such a different body structure than bulldogs. Get it right, morons. Ok ok, that was harsh.
September 25th, 2006 @ 11:56 am
ROFL!! I don’t think people realize that bulldogs are about the size of all of your dogs put together. At least they think your dogs are cute… that’s a good thing.
September 25th, 2006 @ 1:54 pm
You reminded me: I have to buy heartworm meds for the pups this coming Thursday. Fun fun.
September 25th, 2006 @ 7:00 pm
I saw a woman walking two beagles on Friday evening through our neighborhood…I too smiled.