Quick Hits

Work still sucks, and I still haven’t heard from anyone about the other gig.

Crap, I still have to pay bills like I promised someone I would do.

I bought SpongeBob Monopoly today because I’m determined that my kid is going to learn to play board games.  Prepare yourself, dear; we’re playing tonight.

Strawberry Whoppers are kinda good, right up to the point when you eat too many of them.

Damn do I wish I had played some Rock Band today while the kid was at his friend’s house.

Microsoft has reaffirmed my faith that they are the devil.  TB will probably explain on his blog at some point, but let me just say:  Choose your Xbox Live name wisely, as it (a) change your profile name on your Xbox 360 and (b) cost you MONEY to change it in the future - even 3 minutes in the future.

Beagles do not like being left alone.  I love my mutt, but that is the biggest downside to pet ownership for me.

I hate shopping for clothes, pants in particular, and little did I know that if you want to buy decent summer clothes, you’d apparently need to be shopping for them in March since the only things left in June are scary.

My kid started jumping off the diving board today; I can’t wait to go see him do it. Which I am going to do right now!

 

You could put an eye out.

When I said before that I was accident-prone?  Yeah, that might have been understating it just a bit. 

Tonight, I was playing with the dog with her most fabulous toy, which is basically very tough tennis ball material in the form of a jack –of the type you played with as a child, not so much the jumping kind or the cards kind.  We were doing our patented tug-wrestle, with one arm of the jack in my hands very near my face and one arm of the jack in her mouth (because I was worried that you might think she’d grown an opposable thumb there…).  She apparently didn’t have quite as good of a grip as I imagined, or she’d decided to let me have it for being gone part of the day, because she lost her end, and I took the big rounded end of the arm directly in the eye.

IN. THE. EYE.

Not the eyelid.  The Eye.  It hurt enough that I was rendered incoherent for a couple of minutes and had trouble explaining to my husband, who was just re-entering the room, what had happened.  All I knew for sure was that it felt like my eye was going to explode and that whatever liquid was trapped under the eyelid I could not possibly open felt warm.  Not a reassuring feeling.

I’m at least happy to report that not only was it not blood, but I can also see.  My eyelid is a bit puffy, and my eye is very red and irritated, but everything seems to be working pretty well so far.  I was quite happy that I’m not supposed to work tomorrow and quite bummed that I wanted to play Rock Band tonight but figured that it suddenly wasn’t a good time to be keeping my eyes wide open while trying to follow the notes scrolling toward me.  Thhppptt.

Mental note:  Let the dog win more.

My dog knows.

It’s a sad and sorry truth that my dog knows that I have ADD. 

Not because those years of woof—>English lessons paid off, mind you.  No, every time I get into the shower, the dog slumps down into a completely depressed pile of fur and watches the door like a hawk.  Why?  Because she knows that when I get into the shower, the odds are 90% that I’m leaving as soon as I get out and leaving her here by herself.

Procrastination.  If my dog can tell, I guess I really wasn’t fooling my teachers in high school, huh?