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This is Brett’s new schtick. He started it last weekend and hasn’t stopped:
Him: “Muuuuuushlette… know what I’m thinking?”
Me: “What, dear?”
Him: “Bloooooow job.”
Me: “Yeah, right.”
Him: “Know what I’m thinking?”
Me: “What.”
Him: “Bloooooow job.”
Me: “I’m busy.”
Him: “Know what I’m thinking?”
Me: “Yes. Go away!”
Him: “Bloooooow job.”
Me: “Argh!”
Him: “Know what I’m thinking?”
Me: “Have you turned into a three-year-old?!??! Good god, leave me alone you freak of nature!”
Him: “Bloooooow job!”
Me: “You’re driving me nuts!”
Him: “Know what I’m thinking? Know what I’m thinking? Huh?”
Me: “You keep this up you’re never getting another blow job again ever! I am so serious, dude!”
Him: “Mushlette, know what I’m thinking?”
No woman will ever love him. I am so serious.
Mr. Brett just called me to ask me if I was interested in the Telluride Blues and Brews Festival. Government Mule with Gregg Allman? Hot damn, of course I’m interested.
So instead of driving sedately back to Iowa that weekend like responsible adults wishing to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed come a-Monday, we’ll be camping in Telluride and groovin’ through an outdoor music festival. Oh, and the beer too.
I haven’t been to a multi-day outdoor show in… since… well, in a long time. Damn! Possibly since the Grateful Dead in Eugene fifteen + years ago? Egad.
I’ve been to Iowa blues and jazz fests, of course, but that’s not really the same thing as a crunchy pseudo-hippy camping-vibe kinda thang. I hope I have fun, and that I don’t feel all weird or too much the shy, rural Iowan. I lost my crowd legs years ago and no longer love crowds for their own sake the way I once did. (Of course, at that point – the loving crowds point – I was twenty something and hot, so crowds loved me. But now I’m just your basic boring, married. not-so-hot-any-longer type person. Probably I no longer love crowds because they no longer love me for being scantily clad and twenty. Eek! What a horrible thought to have about oneself! Am I that shallow? Snort!)
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My ol’ man’s sold his house and bought himself a motorhome. He’s on his way to South America. Read the first post about his new nomad’s life in Chaos Leaves Town: Hit the Road – Easy. Dad, you’re uber cool dude.
It’s official: I have permission to take time off work and everything: We’re going to Colorado for a week and a half. Maybe two!
Brett’s taking a ‘working vacation,’ and will be taking tools with him. I’m not sure exactly what he’ll be doing, but it’ll be construction. I will have the Jeep and time on my hands to check out the Denver/Boulder area.
We’ll be staying at Ron’s house, and apparently there’s a working hot tub there, so you can bet I’ll be soaking my fat Iowa ass in that pretty frequently! Also, while it’s a Mac there’s still a computer I can use, so I’ll be sure to update the ‘box.
Brett was waxing poetic about a German restaurant not too far from our host’s house, but it really doesn’t sound like much of a vegetarian’s scene. What, kielbasa? Kuchen? Lager? Hmm. I don’t even know what German cuisine is, honestly.
We’ll be driving out, to accommodate the tools. So it’ll be me, hubby, three dogs, a miter saw and stand, a tool belt, some buckets, and a suitcase in the Jeep on the way to Colorado this weekend. I expect the drive to suck, but I’m not really from the driving planet.
I’m so excited! A vacation! Brett’ll get up and go to work in the mornings, so I don’t know what I’ll do with myself… drive around and check things out a little, I expect. Brett said there’s a lot to be said for “just kickin’ it on Ron’s porch admirin’ the view,” so I might do a bit of that.
I’m taking my knitting and doubtless there’ll be a LYS I can check out. Knitting a layette for Kris on a porch in Colorado! How’s that sound for relaxing vacation-type fun! And hot tubbing! And maybe a visit to the casino! And coffee, and veggie restaurants, and being away from home long enough to miss it!
Yay! I’m so excited! Whee!
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I just bought Calendar Plus because I’ve decided I like it, and my trial version was about to expire anyway. It turns the useless Calendar layout into something robust and useful.
The maker of this plugin, SBSH, also makes something similar called PocketBreeze which apparently does the same stuff Calendar Plus does. I ran a trial of that, but I think it does way more than someone of my relatively open schedule requires. It’s skinnable, though, which does recommend it.
The version I bought has more features than the trial version I had so I’m off to play with it… and maybe make some coffee or something… and maybe eat some brownies and milk for breakfast…
Good Lord but I’m getting tired of waiting on my husband! LOL!
Pamper, my ass! Brett finally decided that the couch – uncomfortable as it is – is not a good place to hang out when your back’s a mess. This means that he’s been hanging out on our bed instead. It also means that I’ve been bringing him stuff all day. Magazines. A TV tray to keep his tons of junk upon. (The man is like Pigpen. Wherever he goes, piles of junk appear. I have no idea how he generates so much garbage just sitting somewhere.) Food. Drink. Pillows. Slippers. A television. The PS2 and related cabling. DVDs. Ibuprofin. Juice. Ice packs.
(The TV is from Joe’s room; Brett called Joe at work and asked if he could borrow it. It’s even bigger than the one we have in our living room, and it’s perched precariously atop a speaker cabinet. I rolled it from Joe’s room to ours, but there was a scary moment trying to coax the ungainly beast – taller than I by several inches – over the lip of our bedroom’s threshhold. I envisioned the telly crashing down the stairs with a mighty noise and lots of little shards of glass I’d have to sweep up. Brett said, “Can I help with that?” and I said, “Yeah, right!“)
The lasagna is finally in the oven; I ended up serving lunch the last time I got off the Internet, and what with all the running up and down the damn stairs all day and trying to get a little housework done, it was 4-something before I started making it. It’ll be out at 5:45, just in time for a proper 6 o’clock supper.
It’s nearly 5:30 now, so I guess I’ll go tend to the garlic bread and Caesar salad. Off I go, domestic goddess that I am.
Snort!
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