More weird shit.

Here’s another roundup of weird shit brought to you by the Internet.

Oh, and finally, this keeps cracking me up on TV:

I think Twitter’s just randomly redisplaying my favorites now, so that ought to hold you for a while.

A few quick notes

Spent Friday working from home because Kaylee tried to choke herself on her leash that morning. At least, that’s our current guess… Vet said she could’ve also tried to swallow something weird, and considering that on a walk around our building she usually tries to eat or carry around no less than six things, I can’t say that idea would shock me much. The short-short story was that in the amount of time it took me to turn away to holler at Chance and then turn back she went from bouncy and bubbly and causing trouble to quiet and subdued and clearly in pain. She was also making a nasty nasty choking noise every few minutes, and my extremely vocal dog wasn’t even whining.

Anyway, within 36 hours she was totally back to normal, though we have moved both dogs to harnesses on walks instead of clipping their leashes directly to their collars just to keep that from reoccurring.

Saturday I took a well-deserved break to go out and visit my sister at LVC, and we decided to go to Hershey Park in the pouring rain. We got in free because some group in front of us had two extra tickets and they’d already paid for them so they just gave them to us, so I paid $10 to go ride roller coasters and flume rides with my awesome sister all day. Can’t beat that.

(OK, $10 plus the money to buy some sweats at Walmart so I didn’t have to drive 1.5 hours home in incredibly sopping wet clothes. The Tidal Force was one of the rides that was still open.)

Today was lots and lots of errands and chores, and a huuuuuge sinus headache. Plus, the Eagles pissed me off. But altogether I can’t complain.

Tomorrow (whoops, today, Monday) I test for orange belt so I’m really hoping my sinuses clear by then. And considering that I test for orange belt, I’m thinking I should go to bed. Now: sleep.

Things I did this weekend:

Friday:
Came home to a holy couch.

looked like a miniature cotton candy factory exploded.

Cleaned up the stuffing and tried duct taping the couch closed. (DISCLAIMER: I didn’t want to duct tape the couch. I think duct tape on living room furniture looks trashy. I was talked into it as a temporary fix and it did get us from Friday to Sunday, but dude, do not duct tape the couch.) Mopped the pee off the kitchen floor for the third time this week, cleaned up some other stuff, did some chore-like things.

Saturday:
Played me some Civilization IV most of the morning after getting up at 6ish with the terror twins.

Gave Chance a bath. He was less than thrilled and when all was said and done he voiced his opinion by peeing on the towel. Took Kaylee to get her lyme vaccine and discovered the back window of my car (which I previously learned no longer closes) now opens randomly when it feels like it.

Invited my brother and sister over for baseball, steak sandwiches, sushi, and Mario Party 8, then hung out with my husband for a little while and went to bed.

Sunday:
Got up relatively late with the terror twins, since Nighthawk got up with them for the 6:00 pee break. Cleaned up the kitchen, cleaned up the livingroom a little, helped with the laundry. Gave Kaylee a bath. She cried and cried and cried and I’m pretty sure the neighbors think I was killing her, but she was so dirty that the water actually ran brown for the first 30 seconds or so as the mud washed off her paws. She didn’t pee on the towels at the end, but that was about the only break I got on that front.

Then, some retail therapy. Bought a swiffer wet jet so I won’t have to drag the whole mop/bucket combination in the house every time Kaylee decides the pee pads don’t really apply to her. Bought some dog supplies for vet trips and the like as well.

Also bought a staple gun. Half inch staples hold the couch’s gaping wounds closed much more successfully than duct tape. Planning to have new livingroom furniture by the holidays. Maybe sooner if I have to keep sleeping on the couch in the morning because the dogs are up stupid-early.

Got a bean bag chair for $20 from K-Mart. It’s no Sumo but if the dogs shred it I’m only out $20. And considering that it’s relatively small, it’s still billions of times more comfortable than the floor.

More on my K-Mart trip coming later this week in Life is Odd comics if I get to it.

Mopped the floor with the wet jet and it’s much easier than doing the whole mop/bucket dance. Helped with laundry, did a KFC run for dinner, did the food shopping, came home, and bought a new camera, which ought to be here in a few days.

Now I’ve got a terror at my feet asleep and another terror in my lap who keeps resting her chin on the keyboard and typing (but “ttttt tttttttttttttttttttt” isn’t exactly riveting conversation so I’ve taken her opinion back out of this article at least three times now.) In a few seconds I’m taking them up to bed and then trying to get some sleep. Tomorrow is work, of course, so it’s back to the grind.

Welcome to 2006!

The thunderstorm earlier waffled around from thunderstorm to thundersnow and thunderslush, but somehow warmed up enough to keep the roads from being overly deadly, a turn of events I’m thankful for. We spent the evening at Mike and Steen’s with my sister and brother and Amber, where we played much Killer Bunnies (with all seven boosters!!) and laughed and had a great time.

The ride home was engulfed in a deep fog which would cause a less exhausted version of me would wax poetic. (The new year enshrouded in an almost comforting mystery appears too metaphoric to ignore; I can’t see what’s ahead, but at least I feel like I’m on the right road to get there.) The fog came from the ice that formed earlier, which had melted enough to give safe footing, and we were greeted at the door by a tiny dog with a cold nose who missed us very much.

I wish to you and yours the gifts of health and safety, peace, and prosperty. May we all walk into the fog knowing the way home.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne?
And days of auld lang syne, my dear, and days of auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness then, for auld lang syne.

Because we’re always what our situations hand us…

My sister had a concert that went rough tonight, strings sliding out of tune, missing orchestra members, just not a good time.

A man I knew in passing who couldn’t afford a lung transplant because his insurance wouldn’t cover it died this morning. And, y’know, even though I try not to get attached to every single person I meet on the lists, it bothers me.

A man whose writings I respect is feeling (rightfully so) attacked for writing what he feels like writing about on his own blog – which in this case, is his comic. So he’s stopped writing about his comic on his blog because he doesn’t feel comfortable doing it. If I did that, there’d be almost nothing on here. But I’ve pulled posts of this site myself, so I feel his pain.

I spent the entire day running around like a nut trying to do what was right, and I think I pissed some people off for doing so. I’m beyond caring at this point. Let them think of me what they want; I don’t have any regrets.

My husband’s asleep, my dog is snoring, and I’m waffling between the desire to work out and the desire to kill someone.
(In the novel. Calm down. Sheesh.)

…it’s either sadness or euphoria.

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