whiski_sour: (Can you stand on your head?)
The neighbor let her dogs out. She's got a yorkie/chiuahua mix and a pug-mix. The pug-mix, Rocky, went about his business. The yorkie-mix, Cockroach (okay, his name is Scruffy, but we call him the cockroach), decided two minutes after being let out that he wanted back in. I then had five minutes of entertainment.

He went over to the screen door and jumped on it, banging it.

Then he stopped and waited.

Then he walked away so he could look in to see if anyone was coming.


He banged the screen door again.


Walked away and checked.


Banged it.


Got distracted by Rocky.

Decided he indeed needed to potty and took a three legged dump. Then he went to another spot in the yard and kicked dirt in the opposite direction.

Then he remembered he wanted to go in.

He ran back to the door, banged it, and barked.

The neighbor came up behind him (walking another dog I've never seen) and asked him if he wanted to go in, which scared the shit out of him. But he did finally get to go in.

And, I did running commentary and giggled the entire time. It was a nice way to unwind after work.
whiski_sour: (plan)
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.
whiski_sour: (this just in)
From the "Things I learn when I'm awake and sick for a few hours in the middle of the night" file:

Both VH1 and MTV play videos in the wee hours. I noticed, though, at 3:30 in the morning that VH1 calls it "Nocturnal Static" (and yes, my brain just replaced "static" with "emissions" automatically) and MTV calls it "AM". A slight difference of opinion there.

Also, at 4 AM VH1 changes from "Nocturnal EmissionsStatic" to "Jumpstart".

As a rule, I don't like to jumpstart anything that early in the morning. I'm just saying.
whiski_sour: (seems inapproriate)
Carrie had to go to the hospital today.

Carrie's TMI, posted with permission. )
whiski_sour: (whiny nun)
I've had a headache all day.

I can't figure out if it's from the Michael Jackson songs that have been on heavy rotation in my brain for the past two days or that "Fat Bottom Girls" by Queen was stuck in my head the two days before that or the heat or the crap sleep I've gotten most of the week.

But, I bet it's one of those.
whiski_sour: (jedi)
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.
whiski_sour: (skeletor)
I've had a blah bordering on downer day and I'm watching some He-Man to give myself a lift.

And for whatever reason, I just had a bizarre realization.

I've seen people in the real world that have teeth like Beastman. Maybe their fangs weren't as long, but there were definitely similarities.

I don't know why my brain works like this.
whiski_sour: (up to no good)
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.
whiski_sour: (Can you stand on your head?)
Carrie is rather disturbed that I know all of the words to "Ice Ice Baby".

My talents are rarely appreciated.
whiski_sour: (superhero)
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.
whiski_sour: (vrooom!)
How is it that I like Reese's peanutbutter cups, but I will knock down old ladies to get Reese's peanutbutter eggs?

They are essentially the same candy. It's chocolate coated peanutbutter. The shape is the only difference.

I think Reese's puts some kind of narcotic in the chocolate they put on the peanutbutter eggs. They're all like, "I know we only whip them out at Easter, but the novelty of the egg shape will wear off for the older crowd who's seen it all before. I know...we'll put happy crack in the chocolate! That'll hook them!"

And it does. I can pass up a peanutbutter cup, but if I am presented with a peanutbutter egg, something clicks in my brain and I am now willing to do hard time for that sweet, Eastery goodness.

I bet the Easter Bunny is a pusher on the side.
whiski_sour: (wtf bleu)
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.
whiski_sour: (Default)
Right now it's 10 degrees, which is only two degrees cooler than it was at noon. I'm not sure we broke 15 degrees today.

Carrie had to point out the weatherbug forecast for today said "bitterly cold". Ya know, just in case we got the impression that since the sun was shining it was safe to wear shorts (and I'm not lying when I say that some people probably were...I've seen people wear shorts and flip flops with snow on the ground and a windchill below zero).

Speaking of the windchill, we were blessed to have the twenty mile an hour winds with gusts to forty die down last night (did I mention that yesterday it was 52?), so the windchill stayed above freezing. Because, let me tell you, when you live in the middle of a cornfield and there's nothing to block the wind, the windchill becomes the temperature you go by.

Nothing says "fuck it, I'll use a magazine for toilet paper because I am NOT leaving the house" like -10 degrees when the wind blows.

Unless you're one of those hardcore stupid people I mentioned above that shuns shoes and pants. Then you taunt frostbite just to look at the DVDs at Walmart.
whiski_sour: (Can you stand on your head?)
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.
whiski_sour: (girly)
I have this annoying habit of picking at my fingernails. It started when I was in grade school and continued until, well, a few years ago. To help break myself of the habit, I started painting my nails (I painted my nails before, but not so often). You see, if there was polish, then I wouldn't pick.

Now, you'd think from painting my nails off and on for many years and then frequently in the past few years that I'd be good at it. Wrong!

I'm so very sloppy. And I'm not just talking about painting my nails with my non-dominant hand, either. Both hands are equally bad. And I don't bother to clean them up with polish remover, either, because the polish that gets on my fingers comes off the next time I take a shower and that's good enough for me.

Also, the fact that I do such a bad job and then don't clean it up immediately is an affront to Carrie's girly nature and that amuses me.

But, that's just more proof that being girly has to be a talent and not an acquired skill. Because by all rights, I should be a hell of a lot better at painting my nails by now.

I just do no possess the gift.
whiski_sour: (Cocktail?)
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.
whiski_sour: (boom)
You know those "I'm there" insurance commercials, I think they're for State Farm?

Well, I need one. It needs to be about doing something and then a year later being asked to do it again, but not remembering how to do it.

'Cause, yeah. I'm there.
whiski_sour: (stuck on stupid)
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 [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.
whiski_sour: (*headdesk*)
Stuff happened today and I did stuff.

But I'm too lazy to type it up in a coherent manner.

I'm also hot. Fleece is a good thing.

I've felt blah all week. I can't kick it. It's ridiculous.

Everyone in my house and that has come to my house has been very talky today.

Yeah, I give up on trying to get something of meaning out of this post. You should, too.
whiski_sour: (wtfx4)
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.


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