The Inmates Run the Asylum

I've decided that I'm going to post every day until the end of the year.

That way my calendar for the whole year looks full and I can make posting whenever I feel like it a New Year's resolution.

I think that's a resolution I can keep.

Watch me blow it anyway.

Carrie had to go to the hospital today.

( Carrie's TMI, posted with permission. )

Made chicken fajitas tonight in honor of Carrie's birthday. I think it's been a good day for her, even though she did have some frustration and hasn't taken a shower yet. She spent her birthday being funky. Heh.

Damon's over. We ate dinner outside and watched a wicked storm front blow in. It didn't rain, but we had some lightening and some awesome wind. I was trying to take pictures of the incoming clouds and every shot was obscured by flying tree debris. It was kind of neat.

So now we've had carrot cake and we're talking about high school and if we had booze, there would probably by crying and declaring love for each other.

Okay, maybe not. Wouldn't that be funny though?

Anyway, the real party is actually Friday as we celebrate both Carrie and Damon's birthday (Damon turns 30 on Friday) with poker and food. Hopefully, the weather will be nice so we can be outside. Playing poker under the stars is a great way to spend a Friday night.

And a birthday, I'd think.

A little while ago Carrie told me the first case of swine flu has been reported in IL. I'm guessing in Chicago because that's a major travel hub.

But the news got me thinking...

I don't remember ever having a flu pandemic when I was a kid. I don't remember schools closing because of the lizard flu or most public places being off limits due to the bottle nose dolphin flu or people wearing masks because of the armadillo flu.

Maybe I was too young to remember, but I'm pretty sure we never had one when I was a kid.

I'm feeling kinda gyped here. At the very least, between the swine flu and the teabaggers, my current events class would have had a field day. It would have been like open mic night at the comedy club.

We all would have ended up getting kicked out of the class, but it would have been worth it.

You know how you do laundry and after you've pulled it all out of the dryer and you're folding it and you end up with only one sock and you say, "oh, the dryer must have ate it"?

Well, what if you don't have a dryer?

One of my monkey socks went missing almost two weeks ago. I looked in my closet where I keep my laundry basket. I looked in the washer. I looked around the basement floor. I checked the legs of my jeans because sometimes socks and panties end up in there during the wash. Nothing.

My monkey sock totally disappeared.

But then today, I went down stairs to wash my jeans because wouldn't you know that the pair I was wearing when I sat in cat vomit last night was my last clean pair, I found my monkey sock. It was on the floor by the washer in a place I know I looked.

So, since I don't have a dryer (which means this is clearly not a work done by the dryer gnomes), where did my sock go? And how did it get back?

My current working theory is Narnia. The cats around here disappear all the time only to reappear and it's strongly believed that they go to Narnia. Maybe my sock went there, too.

Hey, it has monkeys on it. You don't know what it's capable of.

We've hit a new level of geekdom in our house.

Carrie just took her Nintendo DS into the john with her.

I'm going to have to start taking my laptop in there just to keep pace.

Why yes, this was the most interesting thing that happened all day.

I think I've come up with a new food eating competition.

Contestants have to eat as many tuna fish sandwiches as they can in ten minutes. And they have to do it while surrounded by cats.

If they can eat two in ten minutes, they're doing better than I ever could.

Thanksgiving will be at my Aunt Jo's house, as per usual, so Carrie was going through and rounding up the containers that need to go back there (always get sent away from every dinner with food, always have containers that need to go back). All of them were emptied out and had been for quite awhile, save one.

One that is still full and in the fridge now as we speak. It contains this weird, liquid, vingear, corn and onion salad stuff that nobody ate (for the record, nobody at it at the dinner either) and its existence had been forgotten.

Then Carrie found it.

It's been in the fridge since Dad's birthday, October 19th. It could have been horrible. It could have been sentient.

It's perfectly fine. It looks and smells like it was just made yesterday. There's nothing wrong with it (other than nobody likes it).

So, it's our new science experiment (remember Fred? I'll have to find a link to that post). It's name is Prunella and come December 1st, we're going to stick it outside to see how it reacts to the cold. It handles the fridge okay, but can it handle below freezing temperatures and windchills. We're going to find out.

Leftovers have never been more fun than when they fall into the wrong hands.

The sleep I got last night didn't really feel like sleep. I woke up feeling like I hadn't even napped. But I've functioned surprisingly well today.

I know I must have gotten some decent sleep because I did have one dream. It involved dr_funbags going to Chicago to see the Angels play the Tigers (why they were doing it in Chicago, I do not know) and I invited her to come stay at my house for a day or two to hang out.

Cool, right?

Except I already had like six people staying at my house so I was trying to arrange everyone so no one would have to sleep in the bathtub. Then I was trying to figure out how to get a hold of one of my friends because he was going to Chicago and I wanted to tag along and have him take me to pick up dr_funbags.

All in all, I kinda came off as a douche in that dream.

And I never made it to Chicago. Sorry about that, Jenn.

I was taking a shower after belly dancing today (double routine so it was a late shower) when something odd happened.

We've got all kinds of stuff in our shower: three different kinds body wash, two different shampoos, two different conditioners, my face wash, my scrub, two different shaving gels, etc. It's like showering in the Beauty department at Walmart. Anyway, we've got stuff scattered all around the edge of the tub.

I was putting conditioner in my hair when I suddenly heard a popping noise and then something hit the tub floor. I turned to see what it was and discovered that the lid on Carrie's shaving gel, on the other end of the tub, popped off. By itself.

My thoughts went something like, "What the fuck? That was weird. How did that happen? I didn't even touch it! Maybe it was the temperature change or something. I need Bill Nye to explain these things to me. Seriously, that's really friggin' bizarre."

It was only when I was nearly done with my shower that it occurred to me that it could have been a ghost (my house is supposedly haunted).

That's a nice thought. If my house is haunted, then the ghosts are perverts.

Well, I guess they'll feel right at home here.