Not earth-shattering things but just events from my current life that I remember quite vividly.
In no particular order.
Sitting in an innertube on a lake in the summer reading a book.
My college roommate and I going to a store and me trying on this floor-length red-sequined strapless mermaid dress and exclaiming, "I'm a GIRL!"
My brother mouthing off to my mom and her smashing a pie in his face. Seriously.
The day I promised The Butter that I would never leave her (and I didn't).
Trying on swim suits at 16 and having my BFFs dad exclaim, "No!" when I tried on a bikini. (I thought I was too fat but I later learned it was because I had a small waist and ample cleavage).
Sitting around the campfire one night while some guy played the violin and bats circled overhead.
Being on stage for our HS play (specifically the look on BD's face when I pulled a bra out of my purse)
I'm sure there are others but my brain is tired. It's been a long week. A little stressful trying to get stuff together for this weekend and skate and get to the store. The normal stuff.
Horrible has mercifully kept to her lair - good riddance. I'm sure she'll be in rare form this afternoon when we have to meet with her. It will be an hour meeting with half of it taken up by her bitching about all the meetings she "has" to attend and how tired she is and how ill she is.
Such a drama queen. Nobody feels sorry for an idiot who can't tell what meetings are important and what meetings have nothing to do with YOU or YOUR JOB. Fool.
Enough about that idiot!
The other day I couldn't get Tobs to come in so I could take them for a walk. So I grabbed one of his poopy bags and rattled it at the door and said, "c'mon, let's go!" That little eye lit up and he zoomed to the door (nearly knocking me over).
It's funny that when I got them neither one of them wanted to really go for a walk. They were timid and kept wrapping around each other. Now they run to the door and whine when it's time to go and want to run down the street (until I or Tobs gets tired, then we make Bella slow down). It amuses me that they were so reluctant to do it at first and now it's what they seem to like the most.
Also getting to sit on the couch is a Big Deal to them. I think Batty likes it because it's easier to climb into my lap. Tobs can't get on the couch unless I put him there and that means he'll be on my lap, too. But he only wants to be on my lap for so long then he wants down to dig his face on the furniture. That is a very strange habit of his.
If you rub him down and scratch his ears, he likes it for a while. Then he will get up and go to something like a chair leg or the door jamb and start rubbing his face all over it as he growls. I haven't been able to figure that out. He doesn't want ME to scratch his face - he wants to rub it all over the house for some reason. Just one of his quirks, I guess.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 10:44 AM
Today I will talk about The Creatures for the most part.
With the cooler weather, Tobs has become more animated. The Bat's coat is thinner so she and I are not too happy with the cold evenings. But Little Tobs now will run down the street instead of dragging along like he did this summer. He is so cute with his little ears flopping and his tongue hanging out (it always hangs out since the one side of his face is paralyzed).
He looks like a giant fuzz ball - seriously. He has gotten quite fat and his fur hasn't grown totally out (I cut his hair down in the summer to help keep him cool) so it is sticking out like a halo around him. With those big fat furry sasquatch feet, you can't tell what is body, tail or feet. He's just a round ball of hair rolling down the street. But he is so CUTE!
The Bat (Bella) is becoming more possesive of me lately. She will put those "owning hands" of hers on me and roll over so I can rub her Bat Belly.
The other night, there was some sort of scuffle between them after I went to bed. It sounded like Tobs was asserting his dominance. Bella was trying to score some of his peanut butter treat action and he wasn't going to tolerate his treat being poached. That's the first time either one of them has growled at the other. Of course it's over food. They only love me for my thumb.
I've posted some pictures that I need to link to here from my garden. I finally got around to transplanting those Peonies that I discovered this spring. The poor things were about taken over by those hateful bushes. When I cut the bushes back, the sun finally reached the Peonies and they tried to come out. They didn't make it but at least I knew they were there and transplanted them. Hopefully they will do better where I put them since they will get more sun. One of them was seriously old, too. About the size of my hand.
I also transplanted this Iris that was by the house. I'm guessing it's an Iris or a Glad - I don't know since it never bloomed. I moved that out into the sun as well. I also bogarted some wisteria seeds from a local plant and will try to grow them out back over the imaginary arbor I keep threatening to build.
So many grandiose plans, so little time!
My one rose bush is just going crazy. It was full of blooms and I loved looking at it. Most of the blooms have gone but it was just beautiful when it was out. The asters are really pretty, too. I have to remember not to spray those in the spring because the caterpillars eat them. I had forgotten about that.
Speaking of butterflies, I have seen several different kinds in the yard. Most of them are really BIG. There was a
Monarch,
Yellow Swallowtail and a black one with dark blue trim that was just stunning! They wouldn't stick around long enough for me to get pictures but I did get an eyeful! They seem to like the pinks and the liatris best.
The yellow mums are gigantic and I'd like to get some more mums to plant around but I'm a bit strapped for cash at this particular moment. It's brewing time, see. And after Pennsic. So my expendible income (what there is of it) has been given over to buying cider, honey, sugar and yeast.
Horrible Boss From Hell is hysterical again. Apparently someone sent out an email to various people and told her she is a dumb good-for-nothing (not me, seriously!) and it made her cry. Boo-fucking-hoo! Useless as tits on a nun. *shakes head* The sad thing is, HER boss hates her and her BOSSES BOSS hates her right on up the line. But no one will can her ass - they just keep shuffling her around like some sort of rotten fruit. Now she's stinking up THIS place until someone can find a place to shove her off on.
I just don't understand this mentality. She's an idiot. She's costing thousands of dollars a day in lost productivity, poor morale and stupid nit-picking yet nobody wants to do a damned thing about her. Damn, people! She got shoved off on us because her stupid shit finally started costing HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of dollars - but her stupid shit just started here.
Stupid shit - nit picking because you don't like the format of something. Nit picking because you don't like the program that's used to track materials so you refuse to use it. Nit picking because you only want 4 decimal places instead of 5. Fucking idiotic nonsense. But she does this ALL OF THE TIME.
It would be one thing if her stupid shit was worth anything - saving time or money or effort but it's not. It's just a bunch of stupid busy work that makes her think she's important. This is the same dumb ass who went to another departments meeting and didn't realize it until she was an hour into it and didn't recognize anyone. Well did you comprehend what was being talked about? Obviously not. Obviously you can't tell OUR department from another if you sit there in a meeting where the agenda is totally off your radar. That shows you how much she knows about US. Not a damned thing.
As my officemate so delicately put it "I just want her to go away. I don't care where but it needs to be soon and away from us."
Amen to that, brother! Amen!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 1:34 PM
Winter cannot be far behind. And I hate winter. The Farmer's Almanac says it should be a mild one and certainly do hope so. Last year more than made up for any mild winter's we've had.
I still need to get some firewood and figure out a new place to put it. Maybe I'll just put it on the back porch again and let the dogs pee on it. They can only reach the first row, anyway.
(My office mate talks waaaaayyyyy too much. Yap, yap, yap all of the time. Now, I talk to myself but I don't expect anyone to answer. He talks all of the time and expects me to be paying attention. Uh, no. I've got my own mumbling to do, thankyouverymuch. I wish he'd just be quiet some times!)
Our useless manager is gone all month - HOORAY! It's been like a vacation not having that hag around. It's just because she acts like everything is such a BIG DEAL and gets hysterical over the dumbest things that don't even matter. (oooo - so-and-so got a hangnail! Apocalypse!!!)
So it's been quiet and I've been able to get some serious work done without having to babysit her hysterical ass constantly. I've never met a more insecure and paranoid person.
We keep hoping that she will go someplace and stay there but it seems that nobody else wants to deal with her, either, because she's so awful.
My allergies have been pretty bad this year. Tobs has been having a hard time as well - poor little guy. He and I must be allergic to the same things because both of us start sneezing at the same time and have the runny nose.
The Batface doesn't seem to be bothered by allergies like we are.
Both of them are doing well. Becoming more spoiled with each passing day. How this has happened, I don't know but there it is.
Believe it or not, HE is actually getting worse than SHE is. HE is starting to cry when I leave (according to mom) and not her. I thought it was her making all of the noise and crying but mom says HE is the one crying. That surprises me - he doesn't seem to be the type at all to care if I leave or not.
He's also getting quite fat. I think a lot of it might be hair (I shaved his belly and cut his hair down over the summer and it's growing in) but there is a pretty fat belly under there.
We still go for our walks every night - no matter how late. I think they might mutiny if I refused to take them. They will even go when it's raining.
I've been feeling rather tired lately. A lot of people have been really sick with sinus infections, bronchitis and pneumonia. My tiredness is probably due to lack of veggies lately (seriously) and just being really busy and worn out.
I'm taking a skating class on loops and twizzles along with my regular skating. It's fun and I like it (altho I probably won't be proficient at it for a while). I also put new blades on two weeks ago so I'm still getting used to them. It's the same type and brand of blade that I had on there originally but the grind is different and it is not very "forgiving". Just more of a challenge to add (as if MIFs weren't challenging enough!)
It's getting time to brew again, also. I need to bottle the brew from last year that I have in the cellar and start a new batch for this year. I've learned that a second racking is good (altho a pain in the ass) and filtration for the "flavored" batches is mandatory - no matter WHAT it looks like before racking. The vanilla flavored one is gross (but Mike likes it so he can have it all) and I haven't had the guts to try the hot ginger one yet.
I've amassed quite a collection of bottles that need to be washed, sanitized and filled. Then gifted. People keep asking me for the recipe and I tell them but I keep the "secret ingredient" to myself. (It's the moon - you've got to brew on the right phase of the moon!)
My bro is coming out on Saturday and I'm sure he will start bitching because I haven't bottled that beer of his. Oh, well. He'll deal with it. Maybe I'll take a day off to brew and bottle in October. I usually do.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:14 AM
that I have read too much and not played video games nearly enough.
Why? Well, because I sat down and read Erasmus
In Praise of Folly and actually *enjoyed* it!
Then I was struck with some sort of illness that made me start reading
The Decameron. And I liked the parts I read of that as well.
I was so frightened by this madness that I stopped reading and tried to play a game of "free cell". I was not successful because my reading experience had made me want to read even more.
Now I'm sure I didn't grasp all of the subtleties of either work but just the mere fact that I could enjoy them was enough to horrify me. I'd like to imagine that I'm more ill-bred than that but we'll keep it a secret, yes?
Nobody needs to know that I've never played a Wii or World of Warcraft or watched any brain-frying "reality shows" like "American Idol".
I wish I could say that I spent that time skating but the truth is, I usually spend it digging in the yard or preparing to dig in the yard or reading. Altho it has been so hot here lately that the grass has fried up and I have to spend a couple hours every other evening watering my vegetables and roses so there's been no time to dig in the yard.
There is a lot of ivy I'd like to pull out and some piles of sticks and old leaves that have gathered in places but I refuse to attempt this until the snakes are gone. Once it frosts, I will go in there and start rooting around. But not while the snakes still slither - EW! I hate those bastards.
I think I need to "rededicate" myself to skating more. I can tell my muscles have really started to miss it. Hopefully with the start of regular ice time I will be able to get to another session per week. I'd really like to get back to the three days a week skating but I probably won't be able to do that until the yard no longer needs mowed, watered, dug in or picked over. A while yet.
The Bat and The Flat are doing ok. Tobs is wanting more attention. I told him mom spoiled him and I'm not going to stand for it (altho there really isn't a whole lot I can *do* about it). Batface kept barking at me yesterday for some strange reason. I guess I wasn't giving enough "bat attention" to her and she wanted me to know about it.
So they are still rotten and getting worse every day. I still miss The Butter because she was my girl and would stay outside with me when I watered and dead-headed the flowers. Neither The Bat nor The Flat wants to stay outside with me for any length of time. They prefer to be in the house (until it comes to walk time). Maybe it's just the heat.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:02 AM
