Did everyone else in the world know that bluejays eat bees? And that they pull down the little hives they try to create under your eaves?
Suddenly they are my favorite bird.
I read a lot of blogs and one thing I’ve noticed? For most of them a) their blog is their job (damn it, I wish mine was!) or b) they are stay-at-home moms (and yes, they have it very hard, but at least their kids eventually go to sleep!).
Ever since the Chop got fired (going on six months now), I’ve taken on more contract work. It’s good in some ways (money), but bad in others (hi, I work 15 hours a day). He does contract work as well, but as he doesn’t have a job that requires eight hours a day, he gets more rest and more playtime (bastard).
Sadly, this means I blog way less. Way, way, way less. And it’s sad, but seriously, do you want to read about how I built a new website today, a coworker got her car repo’d at the office (I KNEW she was sketchy when they hired her, omg) and how Internet Explorer will honestly be the death of me? I didn’t think so. (Well, OK, maybe on the coworker, but she’s a total fruitcake, so I try to ignore her.)
So I’ll read blogs to relax my brain… but writing my own? Less relaxing.
(P.S. Flipping Out is on and quite honestly, it might be the funniest show on TV as Jeff is totally INSANE… it’s making summer work so entertaining!)
Edited to add:
As a random aside, what the hell am I writing about that makes a John McCain ad show up on my Google Ads?! I SUPPORT OBAMA!
The big sport for the Chop is basketball, and seeing as how he came from MN, his favorite player is KG (Kevin Garnett), who, about two minutes ago, finally won his championship ring.
We’re pretty excited over here.
Woot!
Yesterday the Chop and I went kayaking. The sky was clear, the water was smooth and the sun was shining.
Oh, and we forgot to put on sunscreen.
Today the Chop and I are sitting at home, nursing our sunburns. He’s worse off, as he wore shorter shorts and a tank top, while I had on short-sleeves and longer pants (I was afraid I’d get cold). I’m trying to convince him to let me take a picture of his legs, because oh. my. god., lol, but so far he’s being very resistant.
A teacher I had in high school wants to be friends on Facebook.
Does anyone else think that’s just weird?
It was hot yesterday, a high of around 85Ëš where we are, but the Chop and I took the dog for a three mile walk to the beach. Somehow, I managed to stumble and roll-walk onto my right foot, successfully spraining the outside of the my ankle. Unfortunately I didn’t realize that until after we tried to take her on another walk today and halfway into it I found myself in agony. I had figured it was just a sore muscle, or perhaps a charley horse… no such luck.
So here we sit, the weather hovering at 90Ëš, with the only air conditioner upstairs, lol. Living this close to the water, we get a nice breeze, plus we have a fan running, but the indoor temperature reads 85Ëš right now and the dog is panting like crazy. Tomorrow the portable air conditioner we want goes on sale (damn you Costco! Couldn’t you have made it on sale a month ago!?), but the weather looks like it will go back to the 70s in a few days, so it will be all for naught!
Except for when the weather once again decides to jump from 50Ëš one day to 85Ëš the next. Blah.
Are you as deeply disturbed as me? I can’t believe I didn’t read about this before now, as it was posted on May 15th.
I am bored tonight, and what often happens when I am bored and the Chop is perfectly content (read: playing his PSP and watching a movie), I tend to page through the Internet (and I redesigned… you’ll probably need to refresh your browser a couple of times).
So this is yet another oddball post about Facebook. 😀
My godsister recently got back from a mission trip and I knew she’d post photos, so I headed there first. She had an awesome time, is planning to move there for two years in six months and came back sporting braids, a nose ring and a very hot boyfriend. I’m not entirely sure her mother is as thrilled by these things as me…. 😉
I noticed some other people who had updated their profiles, and being curious (read: bored out of my fucking mind), I decided to see what was up.
And can I just say, if you have a goddamn private-ish blog wherein you blog back-and-forth with your husband who you are temporarily distanced from due to work, do not, I REPEAT, do not post a link to it on your Facebook account.
Because sometimes, people get bored, and they look for something to do, and they see a blog link and think, oo, cool, a blog I’ve never read, and then they click to it and then THEY WANT TO CLAW OUT THEIR EYEBALLS.
That is all I’m saying. Just keep it to yourself. I don’t need to know. No one does, seriously.
The ants are successfully driving me bananas. They finally appeared to be slowing yesterday, until we went into the kitchen for dinner and found the black/grey granite countertops literally teeming. WTF.
After much death and destruction was wrought, the Chop and I looked up household remedies, and I proceeded to shake half a jar of cinnamon all over the counters, using a brush to dust the walls and the bottoms of the cabinets.
I think the Chop thinks I’ve gone over the edge.
The landlord finally got back to us (they were out of town, figures) and so we’ll be calling their exterminator today. Fingers crossed that they come out by this afternoon, ’cause I’m not sure my liver can continue taking the copious amounts of alcohol that I require to forget about the ants long enough to sleep.
Do not go see the new Indiana Jones movie. It is SO FREAKING BAD.
I’m not kidding. It’s slow, it starts and stops, the acting is bad, the whole script is bad and seriously, Indiana Jones and ALIENS?! Please.
Sorry. Probably spoiled it for you. Whatever though, it’s really bad. I’d rather see National Treasure 2.