a close
call?
Deep
Sea Monster
Sunday, June 30, 2002
Saturday, June 29, 2002
Saturday, June 29, 2002
We thought about going out for dinner tonight
but decided against it. We tried to do the whole Saturday Night Out
thing a few weeks ago and were highly discouraged. There was a 20-40
minute wait at 9 PM at 2 different places, which is probably typical at
other restaurants. We ended up at
Stir Crazy and had
a great meal, but what a hassle!
Friday, June 28, 2002
Friday, June 28, 2002
OMG, will this week never end? I have to
work tomorrow, too. :(
Thursday, June 27, 2002
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Yay, I'm flying home to my honey!
:-D
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Tuesday, June 25, 2002
Role-playing.
:-( That's not fun for me! It's even
worse because I had an audience. If I had wanted to be an actress, I
would have moved to L.A. Well, the good news is that it was at the end
of our conference and people were anxious to leave, so perhaps it could have
been worse. Yay, I get to leave tomorrow!
Monday, June 24, 2002
Monday, June 24, 2002
OMG, I was up early! How do people do this
everyday? I guess it would have helped if I had gone to sleep at a
decent time. But really, it's hard for me to sleep in a strange bed in
a strange room with scratchy sheets that are bolted to the bed so tightly
that my feet are suffocated. Plus, I met up with a friend yesterday,
and we stayed up late talking. :D
Sunday, June 23, 2002
Sunday, June 23, 2002
I have to fly up to Virginia/DC this morning.
I miss my honey already.
Saturday, June 22, 2002
Saturday, June 22, 2002
a really
mad cow
Friday, June 21, 2002
Friday, June 21, 2002
Drive-In
Theaters near you.
Thursday, June 20, 2002
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Wednesday, June 19, 2002
I need to rant for a minute.
Some lowlife stole (yes, STOLE) our one & only lime on our cute, Dead-Man-Walking lime tree, Bertram. Poor little Bertram is planted so close to death row (don't get confused with Dead Man Walking. Death row is our back line of foliage/weeds that gets as much water as Mother Nature can provide in a drought) and doesn't get nearly enough water that he needs. Yet, he still managed to produce one beautifully perfect lime this year. And some scum-sucking troll took it. Bastages!
The reason he is dead man walking is because we (meaning south Floridians) currently have a Canker Crisis going on. Every other day, some bullshit politician, who is paid off by Big Citrus, is making some global decisions about which perfectly healthy, privately owned citrus trees need to be removed with serious prejudice. Then, on alternate days, there are some judges (who not only remember the constitution but actually enforce it) who make global rulings such as, "The government cannot just come into Wendy's yard without permission and start ganking her trees." There is some unsubstantiated research that someone pulled out of his arse that says all citrus trees, whether healthy or not, that are within 1900 feet of an infected tree need to be killed. 1900 feet is a long fucking distance! Poor Bertram! :-(
Some lowlife stole (yes, STOLE) our one & only lime on our cute, Dead-Man-Walking lime tree, Bertram. Poor little Bertram is planted so close to death row (don't get confused with Dead Man Walking. Death row is our back line of foliage/weeds that gets as much water as Mother Nature can provide in a drought) and doesn't get nearly enough water that he needs. Yet, he still managed to produce one beautifully perfect lime this year. And some scum-sucking troll took it. Bastages!
The reason he is dead man walking is because we (meaning south Floridians) currently have a Canker Crisis going on. Every other day, some bullshit politician, who is paid off by Big Citrus, is making some global decisions about which perfectly healthy, privately owned citrus trees need to be removed with serious prejudice. Then, on alternate days, there are some judges (who not only remember the constitution but actually enforce it) who make global rulings such as, "The government cannot just come into Wendy's yard without permission and start ganking her trees." There is some unsubstantiated research that someone pulled out of his arse that says all citrus trees, whether healthy or not, that are within 1900 feet of an infected tree need to be killed. 1900 feet is a long fucking distance! Poor Bertram! :-(
Tuesday, June 18, 2002
Monday, June 17, 2002
Monday, June 17, 2002
Ever wondered about
etiquette in Japan?
There's also a really cute (READ gross) cartoon explaining
how a Japanese
toilet works.
Sunday, June 16, 2002
Sunday, June 16, 2002
This really is genius at work, although I'm
fairly certain that not everyone can appreciate this kind of brilliance.
Have a gander at an alternative
Romeo & Juliet.
[I've been told that link doesn't work for everyone. Try
this one if
that's the case.]
Saturday, June 15, 2002
Friday, June 14, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
Thursday, June 13, 2002
I'm beginning Day 5 of the
Great CoQ10 Experiment. I had another migraine come by on Saturday
and smite me. Then, I had a friendly reminder to try the CoQ10 thing
on Sunday. (But, I've actually been pain free only since Tuesday.
So maybe this is only day 3?)
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
Monday, June 10, 2002
Monday, June 10, 2002
I watched (on TV) the Canadian Grand Prix yesterday, migraine and all. I love the singing whine of the Formula One race-cars.
Sunday, June 9, 2002
Sunday, June 9, 2002
We watched
Harry Potter again today
before we had to return the video. It's such a good movie.
:-)
Thursday, June 6, 2002
Wednesday, June 5, 2002
Wednesday, June 5, 2002
Isn't this funny? I always knew cats hated
everyone. My Cat Hates You
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
Tuesday, June 4, 2002
Isn't
this fabulous?
I keep meaning to read
his book, but I haven't gotten around to it yet even though it's sitting
upstairs in my library. I bought it for Galahad several years ago.
I wonder if he ever read it.
Monday, June 3, 2002
Monday, June 3, 2002
Back to work for us.
:( I think I forgot what my job is.
May I see my job description again? :-p
Saturday, June 1, 2002
Saturday, June, 1, 2002
Hurricane Season already. I just read an article (sorry I didn't save the link) that said the experts at the Hurricane Center want to re-categorize Hurricane Andrew (August 24, 1992) from a Category 4 to the worst possible, a Category 5. They have learned new ways of analyzing storms and have gone back to look at the data. I was living about 40-50 miles north at the time, so I wasn't hit as hard (well, my head was, but I'll try not to whine so much about that). However, my parents lived in Miami at the time, still in the house I grew up in. When I couldn't get in touch with them all day, I convinced my brother to drive down with me. I was on some serious Percodan at the time, so I was in no condition to drive. Damn! It was the most bizarre and surreal trip. We barely found our way there despite having lived there for 15 years or so. It was really awful to see and fit all the clichés of a war zone.
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