I am not hiding anything on this blog. I fill the pixels with TMI, emotive responses and concerns. I remind my dear readers of my mantra “If you come, you read, but I don’t justify.”

Oops – I wrote a whole part about something very embarrassing that happened to me, but I deleted it. Some things just won’t be shared. I just don’t feel like being mocked.

Battlestar Fridays – You will find D and I glued to our TV every Friday at 9 (the new time). This is the one show I get silly about. D bought me the 2.5 season. We haven’t had the time to sit down and watch it, but we will. I thought about reinstating the Battlestar Sundays (which started with Firefly) but am going to put that off. I just don’t feel up to it now. I heart Battlestar.

The Return of Shipyard Pumpkinhead – My favorite beer has returned. If you attended my punkin carving party last year, you will remember the beer. It’s great beer. A bottle of happy fall flavors. I love this beer in a sick way. I bought two cases. Obviously I can’t drink that much, but I am stocking up because you can only get this stuff once a year. I will pile up more cases in my kitchen until I have the equivalent of an end cap. My goal is to buy two cases every time we go to the grocery store. D and I contemplated a punkin carving party again. We shall see. I may just invite people over to drink Punkin Ale. So damn good.

I am a weed-eater: D and I cleaned up the yard this weekend. He mowed and I flailed around with the weed eater. The front yard looks nice now. I don’t think it looked terrible before, but it’s cleaner now and that should keep the Overlords off our ass. And that garden in the back that I fixed up for the wedding is dead. The bougainvillea and the killer fine from hell are back in force and have eaten my garden. It seems appropriate. We will move within the year and the backyard is returned to its previous state. The wildness of Florida plants, aggressive and green, sings in my soul. I love my tree, my yard and all of the animals that visit. But I can’t wait until we get to a place where the Overlords don’t dictate what I can and can’t do with my yard.

Cleaning house without the homework: My house is immaculate. I dusted everything; fans, floorboards, window sills. Before I headed to Target to pick up more toys for Pip, I cleaned under the couch and found: 3 squeaky tennis balls, the canvas frog, the squeaky snake, a stuffed fish, the rattle/squeak hedgehog type toy and a few cat toys. The trip to Target was crossed off the list. Everything smells nice. We kept the windows opened up all day on Saturday and the cross breeze helped clean the air. It’s nice to be in my house. Homework – finished some but not nearly as much as I wanted to. Oh well. At least the house is clean

Dune: What a crap-tastic movie. I’ve never seen the whole thing, and after watching the beginning half, I don’t think I ever will. The constant, whispered internal monologue is enough to drive me nuts. Then there are the effects – so very bad. The effects in StarWars felt more sophisticated although this movie came out in the middle of the madness of SW. D thought the book was far superior to the shite movie. I don’t know if I am willing to give it a chance now. The high points? A very young Patrick Stewart. Num.

Mole-y mole-y moley: I have to go to the dermatologist. I am not that thrilled about this. Thought I would share.

New battery: If you have a laptop, check with your maker to see if your battery is due to be recalled. Both of our Mac laptops were in the recall notice. A Dell, an IBM Thinkpad, and an HP have suffered spectacular deaths due to their defective batteries. The last one caught fire on a plane just before takeoff. A touch scary, methinks. Do everyone a favor and get it replaced.

Observation - When I am drinking, there are a few conversations that come up. I analyze the move to Portland and the one thing that makes me joyful about it - living near my sister. Because she is blood, and one of my best friends, I am eager to see her more often. And then we will be in the same time zone - no awkward timed phonecalls. Then I relive the shitastic trip to Chicago because it’s effected me more than I would normally like to admit. Then there are the peripheal characters involved in my life - friends and far off relations. They warrant conversation as well. I am trying to make sense of this unstable, insecure place in my life. The conversations soaked by the evil, fermented grape, give birth to undilluted truth. It’s a harsh experience and hasn’t gotten any easier. I am trying to shed the raw parts of me and get back to being a fearless, strong woman. So many things are tripping me up lately. I feel like I am hanging off a jagged cliff. Perhaps I will grow wings, but it’s my journey to make.

Ripples - Alexis is going to a wedding in March. Never mind. I was going to talk about this, but then I would have to give you the history of our family. A long conversation for another day.

Here are some fun links for your morning.

Be nice when passing bikes - or else!
*This lady is nuts! Why do people have such a problem with witchcraft? It’s a frickin pagan religion! It’s not about the devil and not about condemnation of Christian values. People really need to get a life.
*Reforestation of the rain forest. Happy stuff.
*Stolen monsters - this is just so damn rude. I feel bad for the homeowner.
*Dirty old men - This is just nasty. And I am offended because he is using alcoholism as an excuse. People use all kinds of diseases as “reasons” for their fucked behavior. This is bad for Republicans. I wish I could rejoice, but this guy is just nasty, and there’s nothing to celebrate with this shit.

I am going to get back to working. Sorry for the typos.

Oh - and it’s my little brother’s birthday! Happy Birthday Derick — you little snotface