vanillafluffy: (Yay ME!)
The dates aren't set yet, but it looks like I'll be house-sitting for the C's in July. Hooray! Whole-house a/c and just *one* self-sufficient feline (and the Rosenweasel). There are other benefits, but those are the biggies.

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vanillafluffy: (Roadtrip)
So, I'm at the C's. Ah, the coolth! I actually slept under a sheet last night for the first time in months---after taking a lovely warm shower. (At home, I've been taking cold---or at least tepid---showers since mid-April)

I brought my lilac pj's with me, but the buttons kept popping on the top. I think I'll have to sew them shut...cute, tho'!

The C's are in the process of remodeling their kitchen. The old one was nice enough---compared to mine---but the new one is palatial: Magnificent stone tiles of grey/tan, fabulous birch cabinets from Ikea, recessed lighting from multiple sources and all new stainless steel appliances. I'm smitten with envy!

There's canasta at J's this evening, which I'm looking forward to, and continued climate-control til tomorrow evening. Bliss!

Only downside: It's raining fish, so I can't take advantage of the flat driveway to clean out my car.

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vanillafluffy: (Roadtrip)
So, I'm at the C's. Ah, the coolth! I actually slept under a sheet last night for the first time in months---after taking a lovely warm shower. (At home, I've been taking cold---or at least tepid---showers since mid-April)

I brought my lilac pj's with me, but the buttons kept popping on the top. I think I'll have to sew them shut...cute, tho'!

The C's are in the process of remodeling their kitchen. The old one was nice enough---compared to mine---but the new one is palatial: Magnificent stone tiles of grey/tan, fabulous birch cabinets from Ikea, recessed lighting from multiple sources and all new stainless steel appliances. I'm smitten with envy!

There's canasta at J's this evening, which I'm looking forward to, and continued climate-control til tomorrow evening. Bliss!

Only downside: It's raining fish, so I can't take advantage of the flat driveway to clean out my car.

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vanillafluffy: (Veggie basket)
Mb invited me for Chinese food on Tuesday. We discovered when we got to Melbourne that her favorite Chinese Buffet has closed. Oh dear...we ended up at Cici's Pizza, which is AYCE. Mediocre pizza, but the price is right. Also, I discovered they have free wifi for the win.

Wednesday, J and I had a dog. It's a myth that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. You certainly can---IF you know how to go about it. However, teaching an old owner? Forget about it. This one was boohooing about not wanting to be "mean" to the dog. *eyeroll and gnashing of teeth* Having rules and letting the dog know what they are is NOTNOTNOT being mean. So we doubt we'll hear back from this one. It's the dog I feel sorry for.

Got confirmation about house-sitting next weekend, oh yay! I said YES quite smartly. I know they're having work done on the house, but I'll deal with that. I need the money AND the change of scene and air, glorious air! I'm also looking forward to a nice, flat driveway so I can clean out my car, which is a hot mess, literally. I'm also hoping I can scrape together a few nickels and see The Expendables 2, which is my kind of movie.

More running around with J on Thursday, including her comping me lunch at Five Guys Burgers, which was fabulous. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had beef. They were really sweet. When I said that the fries weren't very fresh, the counterperson immediately made us a fresh batch. Mmmm! I'd go there a couple times a month, if I could afford it.

Friday, I was kinda fatiqued from all the running around of previous days. I did some laundry, not much else.

Yesterday was canasta at J's, and it was a hoot. The first hand we played, I was getting skunked. J, her BFF and I were playing cut-throat, which is every player for herself. We got down to the bottom of the deck, and BFF got the last card in the pile. In the variation we play, the next player, which was me, can take another turn if they're able to pick up the pack of discards. I lamented that unless BFF discarted something I could use, I was screwed. BFF waved around the cards she had left; the highed value card she had was an 8. "They make lovely discards," I said breezily...and she promptly discarded it. I pounced. BFF couldn't believe it. J was laughing her ass off. I just smiled and completed a wild-card canasta from the pack. It was an awesome moment. I didn't win, but it put me in second place.

The second hand, the deck was getting low, not more than two or three turns left, and I just wasn't getting the cards I needed to complete sequences. I sorted things and realized I could go out if I didn't draw anything too unfortunate on my next turn. Sure enough, I got cards that would work with what I had, and proceeded to go out. There was some fussin' and cussin' for sure! I won that hand neatly.

When I got home, around 1AM, an odd thing happened. I walked into my living room, and it felt a little cleaner than I expected. Nothing had been moved, the elves hadn't magically come in and tidied up for me, it just seemed less dingy, more welcoming. I have a long way to go, but I could tell that there's been progress.

Today was church. The speaker was someone who's new, and she gave an interesting talk about the erosion of civil rights. Hospitality was plentiful; there was a Buddist retreat at the church this week, and there were plentiful leftovers. Enough that we all ate, and most of us got more to take home. I have a bag of salad greens, a bag of cooked brown rice, two onions, some grape tomatoes and two hard-boiled eggs. Woohoo, I'm set for the week!

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vanillafluffy: (Veggie basket)
Mb invited me for Chinese food on Tuesday. We discovered when we got to Melbourne that her favorite Chinese Buffet has closed. Oh dear...we ended up at Cici's Pizza, which is AYCE. Mediocre pizza, but the price is right. Also, I discovered they have free wifi for the win.

Wednesday, J and I had a dog. It's a myth that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. You certainly can---IF you know how to go about it. However, teaching an old owner? Forget about it. This one was boohooing about not wanting to be "mean" to the dog. *eyeroll and gnashing of teeth* Having rules and letting the dog know what they are is NOTNOTNOT being mean. So we doubt we'll hear back from this one. It's the dog I feel sorry for.

Got confirmation about house-sitting next weekend, oh yay! I said YES quite smartly. I know they're having work done on the house, but I'll deal with that. I need the money AND the change of scene and air, glorious air! I'm also looking forward to a nice, flat driveway so I can clean out my car, which is a hot mess, literally. I'm also hoping I can scrape together a few nickels and see The Expendables 2, which is my kind of movie.

More running around with J on Thursday, including her comping me lunch at Five Guys Burgers, which was fabulous. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I had beef. They were really sweet. When I said that the fries weren't very fresh, the counterperson immediately made us a fresh batch. Mmmm! I'd go there a couple times a month, if I could afford it.

Friday, I was kinda fatiqued from all the running around of previous days. I did some laundry, not much else.

Yesterday was canasta at J's, and it was a hoot. The first hand we played, I was getting skunked. J, her BFF and I were playing cut-throat, which is every player for herself. We got down to the bottom of the deck, and BFF got the last card in the pile. In the variation we play, the next player, which was me, can take another turn if they're able to pick up the pack of discards. I lamented that unless BFF discarted something I could use, I was screwed. BFF waved around the cards she had left; the highed value card she had was an 8. "They make lovely discards," I said breezily...and she promptly discarded it. I pounced. BFF couldn't believe it. J was laughing her ass off. I just smiled and completed a wild-card canasta from the pack. It was an awesome moment. I didn't win, but it put me in second place.

The second hand, the deck was getting low, not more than two or three turns left, and I just wasn't getting the cards I needed to complete sequences. I sorted things and realized I could go out if I didn't draw anything too unfortunate on my next turn. Sure enough, I got cards that would work with what I had, and proceeded to go out. There was some fussin' and cussin' for sure! I won that hand neatly.

When I got home, around 1AM, an odd thing happened. I walked into my living room, and it felt a little cleaner than I expected. Nothing had been moved, the elves hadn't magically come in and tidied up for me, it just seemed less dingy, more welcoming. I have a long way to go, but I could tell that there's been progress.

Today was church. The speaker was someone who's new, and she gave an interesting talk about the erosion of civil rights. Hospitality was plentiful; there was a Buddist retreat at the church this week, and there were plentiful leftovers. Enough that we all ate, and most of us got more to take home. I have a bag of salad greens, a bag of cooked brown rice, two onions, some grape tomatoes and two hard-boiled eggs. Woohoo, I'm set for the week!

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Cool

Jul. 29th, 2012 06:05 pm
vanillafluffy: (Stained-glass spiral)
Made it to church today, and was rewarded with a bag of cans, which is nice. Showed my Nook off to AI and discussed the merits of Calibre. (I'm for it, and she's going to be looking into it, because apparently Adobe is not getting the job done.)

Cross your fingers, the C's are going away for a weekend soon, which hopefully will get me into a/c for the duration.

On the strength of my expectations, I went by Publix after church and got bread (on BOGO) as well as Pasta Roni White Cheddar and Shells and some Ghirardelli brownie mix (ditto and ditto).

I'm struggling to stay awake, but otherwise, I'm feeling good.

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Cool

Jul. 29th, 2012 06:05 pm
vanillafluffy: (Stained-glass spiral)
Made it to church today, and was rewarded with a bag of cans, which is nice. Showed my Nook off to AI and discussed the merits of Calibre. (I'm for it, and she's going to be looking into it, because apparently Adobe is not getting the job done.)

Cross your fingers, the C's are going away for a weekend soon, which hopefully will get me into a/c for the duration.

On the strength of my expectations, I went by Publix after church and got bread (on BOGO) as well as Pasta Roni White Cheddar and Shells and some Ghirardelli brownie mix (ditto and ditto).

I'm struggling to stay awake, but otherwise, I'm feeling good.

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vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
Got a call from PJ literally two minutes after turning my alarm off. (8:02 AM) Alarming news: They were off the boat, on the road, and expected to be home by noon. Going by what I know of cruises, I hadn't even expected them to be off the frackin' boat before 11.

That blew my plan of going calmly to church and coming back to the house to pack right out of the water. And unfortunately, I *couldn't* skip church, because PJ had printed out the programs for this week and entrusted them to me to deliver.

Had a very Ogden Nash morning: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout"... Add to that hospitality---I'd made a special trip to the price club on Saturday so I could do something nice: I planned tortellini salad with genoa salami, stuffed mushrooms, ruggala and grapes for dessert. Alas, packing took all my cooking time; I delivered the desserts---stressed spelled backward!---and dashed into WalMart on the way there.

Got to church and discovered that I was WRONG, that someone else was down for hospitality, although I think the fresh fried chicken was an improvement over cole slaw and cookies. (I have always thought cole slaw is a terrible thing to do to defenseless cabbage; if an atrocity is going to be committed on that veg, I much prefer sauerkraut.)

I went back afterward; the C's were back. I snagged my fridge stuff and departed. I'll have to got ahold of them, as I forgot my Tracfone charger and a loaf of bread, plus I need to let them know I have a package of fabric swatches coming. Honestly, when you place an order for something on Saturday, you except it to be shipped Monday, don't you? Certainly before Wednesday. Sheesh.

In good news---yes, there is some! )

Supposedly my fence gets installed tomorrow. Fingers crossed!

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vanillafluffy: (Sheep woman)
Got a call from PJ literally two minutes after turning my alarm off. (8:02 AM) Alarming news: They were off the boat, on the road, and expected to be home by noon. Going by what I know of cruises, I hadn't even expected them to be off the frackin' boat before 11.

That blew my plan of going calmly to church and coming back to the house to pack right out of the water. And unfortunately, I *couldn't* skip church, because PJ had printed out the programs for this week and entrusted them to me to deliver.

Had a very Ogden Nash morning: "When in danger or in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout"... Add to that hospitality---I'd made a special trip to the price club on Saturday so I could do something nice: I planned tortellini salad with genoa salami, stuffed mushrooms, ruggala and grapes for dessert. Alas, packing took all my cooking time; I delivered the desserts---stressed spelled backward!---and dashed into WalMart on the way there.

Got to church and discovered that I was WRONG, that someone else was down for hospitality, although I think the fresh fried chicken was an improvement over cole slaw and cookies. (I have always thought cole slaw is a terrible thing to do to defenseless cabbage; if an atrocity is going to be committed on that veg, I much prefer sauerkraut.)

I went back afterward; the C's were back. I snagged my fridge stuff and departed. I'll have to got ahold of them, as I forgot my Tracfone charger and a loaf of bread, plus I need to let them know I have a package of fabric swatches coming. Honestly, when you place an order for something on Saturday, you except it to be shipped Monday, don't you? Certainly before Wednesday. Sheesh.

In good news---yes, there is some! )

Supposedly my fence gets installed tomorrow. Fingers crossed!

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Still

Feb. 3rd, 2012 12:20 am
vanillafluffy: (Smiley)
Still house-sitting.

Still no glasses.

Still haven't gotten to see One for the Money.

Still no sign of ANY of the things I had ordered and shipped here: books, LUSH, fabric swatches.

Still being driven crazy by the fence company, who tried to force me to pop for a survey. Funny how speaking with the owner and demanding my deposit back made THAT go away. Permit should be issued shortly; Monday is supposed to be installation day, but we'll see.

J has invited me to a play on Saturday: State Fair. I'm not familiar with it beyond thinking it's Rogers and Hammerstein---and I may be wrong about that, but am too lazy to look it up. She loves the theater but doesn't care to go alone. I like theater, too, and free is good.

Have been watching reruns of CSI: Miami---some so old they still have Tim Speedle in them---and was delighted to catch the two that introduce Kyle Harmon as H's son. What can I say? I cougar the heck out of the kid, I'm still annoyed that they wrote him out.

Currently reading 11/22/63, the latest Stephen King, where his time-traveling protagonist is going to try to stop the Kennedy assassination. It's about 800 pages, and I'm barely halfway through. That's okay, I've got it for a couple more weeks. Also read Hothouse Orchid by Stuart Woods. Not exactly a mystery or a thriller, but still fairly engaging.

I'm on the schedule for hospitality at church on Sunday. It's a voluntary thing; I signed up enthusiastically when I came into money, and this will be the third time in less than six weeks. Time to ease up and make other contributions, I think....

That's about it. TTFN.

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Still

Feb. 3rd, 2012 12:20 am
vanillafluffy: (Smiley)
Still house-sitting.

Still no glasses.

Still haven't gotten to see One for the Money.

Still no sign of ANY of the things I had ordered and shipped here: books, LUSH, fabric swatches.

Still being driven crazy by the fence company, who tried to force me to pop for a survey. Funny how speaking with the owner and demanding my deposit back made THAT go away. Permit should be issued shortly; Monday is supposed to be installation day, but we'll see.

J has invited me to a play on Saturday: State Fair. I'm not familiar with it beyond thinking it's Rogers and Hammerstein---and I may be wrong about that, but am too lazy to look it up. She loves the theater but doesn't care to go alone. I like theater, too, and free is good.

Have been watching reruns of CSI: Miami---some so old they still have Tim Speedle in them---and was delighted to catch the two that introduce Kyle Harmon as H's son. What can I say? I cougar the heck out of the kid, I'm still annoyed that they wrote him out.

Currently reading 11/22/63, the latest Stephen King, where his time-traveling protagonist is going to try to stop the Kennedy assassination. It's about 800 pages, and I'm barely halfway through. That's okay, I've got it for a couple more weeks. Also read Hothouse Orchid by Stuart Woods. Not exactly a mystery or a thriller, but still fairly engaging.

I'm on the schedule for hospitality at church on Sunday. It's a voluntary thing; I signed up enthusiastically when I came into money, and this will be the third time in less than six weeks. Time to ease up and make other contributions, I think....

That's about it. TTFN.

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vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
I've kept up with my f'list, but haven't been posting much because prolonged computing brings on The Headache. My glasses, which were supposedly going to be ready a week ago will alledgedly be here next week. Grrr. Sure do hope so, because driving is getting scary.

Next week, I'll be house-sitting for the C's---they're cruising, again---and went over this morning to check in, renew acquaintance with the doggies, the usual. Afterward, I *wanted* to go catch One for the Money, if only to see how badly they corrupted the source material. No such luck; I'd've had to wait two hours for the next show---so I went to see Contraband instead.

As the reviews suggest, Contraband is a solid, somewhat predictable action-thriller. I spotted one Mcguffin immediately, well in advance of its plot point status. I also guessed another trope a half-hour before it became obvious. That doesn't necessarily mean Contraband is badly written or executed, only that I view things as a writer, and understand the nuts and bolts of how that kind of smoke and mirrors works. Besides, it has Mark Wahlberg going for it; he's a good, solid actor, and he's likeable in this part. There wasn't as much Bill Lucking as I'd hoped---only two scenes, but at least he's getting work.

On the way home, I stopped by the pawn shop to see Bunny and snagged a few goodies. I saw Sweeney Todd when it came out in theaters, and have wanted to see it again purely for the Burton eye-candy of it all. Also grabbed Star Trek the reboot, which I've seen and like. Bunny made me a good deal on my purchases, and says we may be able to get together sometime after Valentine's Day.

I need to do laundry tomorrow so I'll have something to wear next week. I briefly considered just transporting it all and doing it over there, but I'd really rather use my own machine---they've got this space-age thing you practically need an engineering degree to use. I've never quite trusted it since the time it boiled one of my good bras to death.

TTFN.

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vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
I've kept up with my f'list, but haven't been posting much because prolonged computing brings on The Headache. My glasses, which were supposedly going to be ready a week ago will alledgedly be here next week. Grrr. Sure do hope so, because driving is getting scary.

Next week, I'll be house-sitting for the C's---they're cruising, again---and went over this morning to check in, renew acquaintance with the doggies, the usual. Afterward, I *wanted* to go catch One for the Money, if only to see how badly they corrupted the source material. No such luck; I'd've had to wait two hours for the next show---so I went to see Contraband instead.

As the reviews suggest, Contraband is a solid, somewhat predictable action-thriller. I spotted one Mcguffin immediately, well in advance of its plot point status. I also guessed another trope a half-hour before it became obvious. That doesn't necessarily mean Contraband is badly written or executed, only that I view things as a writer, and understand the nuts and bolts of how that kind of smoke and mirrors works. Besides, it has Mark Wahlberg going for it; he's a good, solid actor, and he's likeable in this part. There wasn't as much Bill Lucking as I'd hoped---only two scenes, but at least he's getting work.

On the way home, I stopped by the pawn shop to see Bunny and snagged a few goodies. I saw Sweeney Todd when it came out in theaters, and have wanted to see it again purely for the Burton eye-candy of it all. Also grabbed Star Trek the reboot, which I've seen and like. Bunny made me a good deal on my purchases, and says we may be able to get together sometime after Valentine's Day.

I need to do laundry tomorrow so I'll have something to wear next week. I briefly considered just transporting it all and doing it over there, but I'd really rather use my own machine---they've got this space-age thing you practically need an engineering degree to use. I've never quite trusted it since the time it boiled one of my good bras to death.

TTFN.

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vanillafluffy: (Torture Never Stops)
No, I'm not neurotic, what ever gave you that idea? Lay there for an hour, unable to sleep, finally got up, came downstairs and did some more packing: Corraling loose clothes and shoes, getting my staple groceries together, making sure I have something other than my nightgown to put on in the morning. Three pairs of shoes? No, four---don't forget the sneakers. Or my egg pan---apparently, I can cook on a strange stove, but not with a strange pan. Books, magazines, DVDs---I suspect I'll get home tomorrow afternoon and crash like the Hindenburg.

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vanillafluffy: (Torture Never Stops)
No, I'm not neurotic, what ever gave you that idea? Lay there for an hour, unable to sleep, finally got up, came downstairs and did some more packing: Corraling loose clothes and shoes, getting my staple groceries together, making sure I have something other than my nightgown to put on in the morning. Three pairs of shoes? No, four---don't forget the sneakers. Or my egg pan---apparently, I can cook on a strange stove, but not with a strange pan. Books, magazines, DVDs---I suspect I'll get home tomorrow afternoon and crash like the Hindenburg.

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vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Have been picking things up and packing them on and off all day. Crushed one very full bag of cans, which reduced it by about a third.

Watched my all=time favorite action movie tonight: xXx. Yes, I've seen it about fifteen times already, including twice in the theater and owning the DVD. Still, I got sucked in to where I forgot the Alphas season finale was on---good thing it's cable and repeats in a few hours.

Ran up to WalMart for caffeine and foggers so I can bomb my house tomorrow. Now if I could just acquire some Agent Orange to defoliate my frackin' yard....

I figure I've got about 36 hours before the C's return, or in practical terms, I get to dose Rosie's ear three more times. I just gave her her tonight's dose. I've gotten quite devious about it. I fill the syringe and wait for her to bring hr ball over for me to throw. Then I do a fast take-down, squirt the serum in her ear, hold her there for a moment, all the while letting her know what a good girl I think she is, then let her up and toss the ball. From my seat at the desk in the family room, I can get it up the three steps into the kitchen, and if I'm really good, it'll roll clear into the dining room. (It's a BIG kitchen.)

I'll miss said kitchen, and the ice-and-water-on-the-door fridge, and the full-size microwave. I'll miss the location, which is convenient to WalMart, the Mall, J's, and assorted other things. I'll miss the ease of entry via the garage door. I prefer my shower to theirs, but J's bath still ranks #1. I won't go on---it's too depressing. One thing I won't miss, though---that damned bed or those stairs.

I'm dreading getting on my scale. I don't know whether I believe theirs---it's digital, and only measures in half-pound increments---but if it's even vaguely accurate. I've gained about ten pounds. Well, I won't have cable or internet to distract me there, so maybe I can get my house cleared out/find a job/win the lottery. Yeah, I know, but as girl can dream.

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vanillafluffy: (Film fest)
Have been picking things up and packing them on and off all day. Crushed one very full bag of cans, which reduced it by about a third.

Watched my all=time favorite action movie tonight: xXx. Yes, I've seen it about fifteen times already, including twice in the theater and owning the DVD. Still, I got sucked in to where I forgot the Alphas season finale was on---good thing it's cable and repeats in a few hours.

Ran up to WalMart for caffeine and foggers so I can bomb my house tomorrow. Now if I could just acquire some Agent Orange to defoliate my frackin' yard....

I figure I've got about 36 hours before the C's return, or in practical terms, I get to dose Rosie's ear three more times. I just gave her her tonight's dose. I've gotten quite devious about it. I fill the syringe and wait for her to bring hr ball over for me to throw. Then I do a fast take-down, squirt the serum in her ear, hold her there for a moment, all the while letting her know what a good girl I think she is, then let her up and toss the ball. From my seat at the desk in the family room, I can get it up the three steps into the kitchen, and if I'm really good, it'll roll clear into the dining room. (It's a BIG kitchen.)

I'll miss said kitchen, and the ice-and-water-on-the-door fridge, and the full-size microwave. I'll miss the location, which is convenient to WalMart, the Mall, J's, and assorted other things. I'll miss the ease of entry via the garage door. I prefer my shower to theirs, but J's bath still ranks #1. I won't go on---it's too depressing. One thing I won't miss, though---that damned bed or those stairs.

I'm dreading getting on my scale. I don't know whether I believe theirs---it's digital, and only measures in half-pound increments---but if it's even vaguely accurate. I've gained about ten pounds. Well, I won't have cable or internet to distract me there, so maybe I can get my house cleared out/find a job/win the lottery. Yeah, I know, but as girl can dream.

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Just ducky

Sep. 25th, 2011 02:02 pm
vanillafluffy: (Rubber Ducky)
The ducks love me tolerate me because I serve them food.The cat loves me because I have nails and know where to scratch. The old dog sniffs me and wags in passing and is appreciative of the Velveeta I hide her pills in.

Rosie, on the other hand, is giving me the stink-eye. After her vet visit the week before last, she's been getting twice daily ear drops for a fungal infection that seems to be clearing up nicely. Still, she gets the drops until the drops are gone, and she's gotten to the point where, as soon as I open the bottle and she gets a whiff, she's gone.

There's a line from Shakespeare, something about pouring poison in the porches of someone's ears---I always think of that line when I've got her pinned and her ear flap pulled back so I can squirt her dose in. You'd think I *was* poisoning her from the reproachful looks I get! Silly bitch. You can run, but you can't hide. Like it or not, I'm your Pack Leader for the time being, and you WILL be properly murdicated. Er, medicated....

Heard from the C's yesterday that they currently expect to return on Wednesday, as in the day after the day after tomorrow, NOT next Saturday as originally planned. My back is rejoicing at the thought of not having to sleep on the padded brick for those three nights. The rest of me is not so sanguine; bye-bye a/c, cable. Back to Home Sweet Hell, where I'll be relying on my paygo phone, a converter box and portable and ceiling fans.

But hey, what can you do? As much as I've been missing my bed, I'm sure the C's have been missing theirs. Woke up this morning humming Que sera, sera--- and determined to enjoy it while it lasts.

Heck, it's going to take me that long to pack---I don't thinkl I've been home more than 24 hours in the last two months; I'd just run in, grab a few items to vary my wardrobe and dash back out. So I've got a bunch of tote bags, laptop bag, stuff on hangers, a cardboard carton full of provisions, and that doesn't count the stuff in the fridge....

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Btw, if you're not the type to shun spoilers, just go to IMDb and look at the list of titles for upcoming eps of SPN. Fanservice much?!?! My pick for #9 is Bobby and Crowley, but we all know 'Fluffy's a little warped, right?

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Just ducky

Sep. 25th, 2011 02:02 pm
vanillafluffy: (Rubber Ducky)
The ducks love me tolerate me because I serve them food.The cat loves me because I have nails and know where to scratch. The old dog sniffs me and wags in passing and is appreciative of the Velveeta I hide her pills in.

Rosie, on the other hand, is giving me the stink-eye. After her vet visit the week before last, she's been getting twice daily ear drops for a fungal infection that seems to be clearing up nicely. Still, she gets the drops until the drops are gone, and she's gotten to the point where, as soon as I open the bottle and she gets a whiff, she's gone.

There's a line from Shakespeare, something about pouring poison in the porches of someone's ears---I always think of that line when I've got her pinned and her ear flap pulled back so I can squirt her dose in. You'd think I *was* poisoning her from the reproachful looks I get! Silly bitch. You can run, but you can't hide. Like it or not, I'm your Pack Leader for the time being, and you WILL be properly murdicated. Er, medicated....

Heard from the C's yesterday that they currently expect to return on Wednesday, as in the day after the day after tomorrow, NOT next Saturday as originally planned. My back is rejoicing at the thought of not having to sleep on the padded brick for those three nights. The rest of me is not so sanguine; bye-bye a/c, cable. Back to Home Sweet Hell, where I'll be relying on my paygo phone, a converter box and portable and ceiling fans.

But hey, what can you do? As much as I've been missing my bed, I'm sure the C's have been missing theirs. Woke up this morning humming Que sera, sera--- and determined to enjoy it while it lasts.

Heck, it's going to take me that long to pack---I don't thinkl I've been home more than 24 hours in the last two months; I'd just run in, grab a few items to vary my wardrobe and dash back out. So I've got a bunch of tote bags, laptop bag, stuff on hangers, a cardboard carton full of provisions, and that doesn't count the stuff in the fridge....

* * * * *


Btw, if you're not the type to shun spoilers, just go to IMDb and look at the list of titles for upcoming eps of SPN. Fanservice much?!?! My pick for #9 is Bobby and Crowley, but we all know 'Fluffy's a little warped, right?

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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Much to my surprise, because she's a nervy little thing, Rosie traveled very well. Her only lapse was when she barked at the teller in the drive-up window. Teller admired her and sent a biscuit over with my deposit slip, but I didn't give it to her until she calmed down.

The vet gave her a pill and a shot of something that's supposed to be "death to fleas!" (his words), plus drops for an ear infection they diagnosed, flea-be-gone pills for the other dog, and some goo I'm supposed to apply to the back of the cat's neck. Fun times ahead!

I'm glad it's nothing too exotic; a bit inconvenient, but not draconian. It also explains why I've been a bit itchy; I chalked it up to mosquitos, because I haven't actually SEEN any fleas, and I foresee much laundry and vacuuming ahead!


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vanillafluffy: (Porsche cabriolet)
Much to my surprise, because she's a nervy little thing, Rosie traveled very well. Her only lapse was when she barked at the teller in the drive-up window. Teller admired her and sent a biscuit over with my deposit slip, but I didn't give it to her until she calmed down.

The vet gave her a pill and a shot of something that's supposed to be "death to fleas!" (his words), plus drops for an ear infection they diagnosed, flea-be-gone pills for the other dog, and some goo I'm supposed to apply to the back of the cat's neck. Fun times ahead!

I'm glad it's nothing too exotic; a bit inconvenient, but not draconian. It also explains why I've been a bit itchy; I chalked it up to mosquitos, because I haven't actually SEEN any fleas, and I foresee much laundry and vacuuming ahead!


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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
We're having a typical August afternoon thundershower. Nothing at all unusual about this; we have more afternoons with rain than without at this time of year.

Commonplace as this is, however, the dogs don't seem to have gotten the memo. They're sticking close like Velcro hook-and-loop tape and basically trying to kill me by being underfoot every time I move. I stood up to go unplug the laptop (upstairs), and ended up stepping on the foot of the old dog, who was surprisingly spry at lunging to follow me at the first sign of movement.

It's okay, she's not even limping.

Laptop is safely unplugged---it would probably be alright, but I don't want to take that chance---and while I was upstairs, I snagged an armful of laundry. I have a very limited wardrobe with me, mostly schmatte and a few everyday basics, which means washing clothes more often than I would at home, where I darn near have a department store to choose from.

Two more weeks til the Sons of Anarchy season premiere. They showed a trailer for it the other night while I was watching Live Free, Die Hard, and I squeed loudly at the sight of a familiar face. A recurring role, I hope, although given his track record, he's gonna die eventually, no question.

Did I mention that Leverage was 57 varieties of awesome this week?! They gave a certain recurring character a doozy of a backstory...I would've been made happy by their appearance, the fleshing-out was gravy. (Looking good, too, they did....)

If I'm confusing you, see me in the comments; I haven't memorized the code for an LJ-cut (I've got a doc I copy/paste it from on my computer, which I'm not at the moment) and I don't want to spoil anyone. Some people are downright snarly about that.

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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
We're having a typical August afternoon thundershower. Nothing at all unusual about this; we have more afternoons with rain than without at this time of year.

Commonplace as this is, however, the dogs don't seem to have gotten the memo. They're sticking close like Velcro hook-and-loop tape and basically trying to kill me by being underfoot every time I move. I stood up to go unplug the laptop (upstairs), and ended up stepping on the foot of the old dog, who was surprisingly spry at lunging to follow me at the first sign of movement.

It's okay, she's not even limping.

Laptop is safely unplugged---it would probably be alright, but I don't want to take that chance---and while I was upstairs, I snagged an armful of laundry. I have a very limited wardrobe with me, mostly schmatte and a few everyday basics, which means washing clothes more often than I would at home, where I darn near have a department store to choose from.

Two more weeks til the Sons of Anarchy season premiere. They showed a trailer for it the other night while I was watching Live Free, Die Hard, and I squeed loudly at the sight of a familiar face. A recurring role, I hope, although given his track record, he's gonna die eventually, no question.

Did I mention that Leverage was 57 varieties of awesome this week?! They gave a certain recurring character a doozy of a backstory...I would've been made happy by their appearance, the fleshing-out was gravy. (Looking good, too, they did....)

If I'm confusing you, see me in the comments; I haven't memorized the code for an LJ-cut (I've got a doc I copy/paste it from on my computer, which I'm not at the moment) and I don't want to spoil anyone. Some people are downright snarly about that.

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vanillafluffy: (Caffeine supply)
I ran up to Publix this evening. I wanted to swap a couple cartons of diet cherry for diet lime.
All day long, I was lounging around in an old black knit shift, but a few years back, I pledged that I wasn't going to go out looking like a shlub, so I changed before I left---black palazzo pants and a silver leopard print top with grey flats. Nice looking, although the pants are several years old, the top was on extreme markdown and the flats were Payless BOGO.

This has become a habit; I have a neurotic fear that the ONE time I go out in some tattered housedress, I'll run into someone from my past, who'll sneer patronizingly at me. (I have a certain someone in mind, someone I never liked to begin with, a two-faced individual whom I haven't seen or heard from since the job before last, when I *was* a habitual schlub.)

Long story short, as I was coming out of Publix, a horn honked, and there in the handicapped space was J. Now, I love J, but I think it does her good to see a certain standard of couture. She saves her "good" clothes for church, "good" being whatever doesn't have holes in it. *sigh* At my worst, I still at least *patched* the holes. I don't think J sews...at all.

Anyway, we shot the breeze for a little while, and now I'm back at the house watching Hoarders. After that, Alphas, and then I'll probably head upstairs and watch another ep of Ellery Queen on DVD. It stars Jim Hutton, Tim's dad. There's a family resembl;ence, although oddly, I swear Jim sounds like he's channeling Jimmy Stewart.

The C's called from the road, gave me a few instructions about what to do before Hurricane Irene gets here, AND put me on the track of a working garage remote. THAT will make my life much easier!

Oh happy day: Sons of Anarchy's new season starts Septemper 6th!

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vanillafluffy: (Caffeine supply)
I ran up to Publix this evening. I wanted to swap a couple cartons of diet cherry for diet lime.
All day long, I was lounging around in an old black knit shift, but a few years back, I pledged that I wasn't going to go out looking like a shlub, so I changed before I left---black palazzo pants and a silver leopard print top with grey flats. Nice looking, although the pants are several years old, the top was on extreme markdown and the flats were Payless BOGO.

This has become a habit; I have a neurotic fear that the ONE time I go out in some tattered housedress, I'll run into someone from my past, who'll sneer patronizingly at me. (I have a certain someone in mind, someone I never liked to begin with, a two-faced individual whom I haven't seen or heard from since the job before last, when I *was* a habitual schlub.)

Long story short, as I was coming out of Publix, a horn honked, and there in the handicapped space was J. Now, I love J, but I think it does her good to see a certain standard of couture. She saves her "good" clothes for church, "good" being whatever doesn't have holes in it. *sigh* At my worst, I still at least *patched* the holes. I don't think J sews...at all.

Anyway, we shot the breeze for a little while, and now I'm back at the house watching Hoarders. After that, Alphas, and then I'll probably head upstairs and watch another ep of Ellery Queen on DVD. It stars Jim Hutton, Tim's dad. There's a family resembl;ence, although oddly, I swear Jim sounds like he's channeling Jimmy Stewart.

The C's called from the road, gave me a few instructions about what to do before Hurricane Irene gets here, AND put me on the track of a working garage remote. THAT will make my life much easier!

Oh happy day: Sons of Anarchy's new season starts Septemper 6th!

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vanillafluffy: (Kojak)
Got up this morning, showered and washed my hair and went to church. Admittedly, it was more for CUUPs, which featured a presentation on angels by CapeGypsy, than it was for the main talk, which is from a guy I regard as something of a windbag.

Stopped by my house afterward to check for mail and snag a few things. Walked through a giant spiderweb that was blocking the way to my front door, eww! I have nothing against spiders in general, but icky webs are icky. I spent the next couple hours feeling itchy and going, "Did something bite me? I don't think anything really bit me...did it?!" I think not.

Ran across "Kiss Me Goodbye" on one of the movie channels this afternoon. Sally Field is being haunted by her late husband, James Caan, while her nerdy fiance Jeff Bridges tries to be a good sport about it. I saw it several times when it came out in 1981 (It was part of my James Caan/The Godfather fixation.) Jeff was a plus, I've always been fond of him.

Leverage soon. I'm going to go find some nosh....


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vanillafluffy: (Kojak)
Got up this morning, showered and washed my hair and went to church. Admittedly, it was more for CUUPs, which featured a presentation on angels by CapeGypsy, than it was for the main talk, which is from a guy I regard as something of a windbag.

Stopped by my house afterward to check for mail and snag a few things. Walked through a giant spiderweb that was blocking the way to my front door, eww! I have nothing against spiders in general, but icky webs are icky. I spent the next couple hours feeling itchy and going, "Did something bite me? I don't think anything really bit me...did it?!" I think not.

Ran across "Kiss Me Goodbye" on one of the movie channels this afternoon. Sally Field is being haunted by her late husband, James Caan, while her nerdy fiance Jeff Bridges tries to be a good sport about it. I saw it several times when it came out in 1981 (It was part of my James Caan/The Godfather fixation.) Jeff was a plus, I've always been fond of him.

Leverage soon. I'm going to go find some nosh....


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vanillafluffy: (Rubber Ducky)
The C's live on a canal, and there are ducks living in their backyard. (There's a bin of cracked corn out in the garage. These are well-fed, happy ducks.) There are a family of IDK ducks---the adults are irridescent black with white and have red faces, and at the moment, they have four (that I've counted) fluffy little yellow and black ducklins---so cute! There's also what AI refers to as "the glee club", a flock of 20 or so basic brown mallards who drop in to cadge corn. At least, she says they're mallards.

It rained like hell early this afternoon, and made the bucks quite frisky. For a little while, a pair of little tan morming doves was splashing about in the ducks' water font. Quite a little wildlife sanctuary they've got going here. According to AI, there's also a manatee living in the canal by their dock, but I've not seen it.

I had hot dogs for lunch and watched "My Bloody Valentine 3D", although *not* in 3D. Lately, I've been entertaining thoughts of a crossover I started a million years ago between MBV3D and "DeVour". Jake Gray has been released from prison after serving 10 years for the murder of his girlfriend They couldn't pin his parents' deaths on him, but there's still hard feelings in town, so he's out at his uncle's cabin, which he inherited. He's surviving off the land, and keeping to himself, when a visitor arrives.

Harry Warden has been drifting around the country, dominating Tom Hanniger's consciousness at his own whims. He ran across a true crime book about the Jake Gray case, and was delighted at the potential mayhem inherent in someone who looks like himself/Tom. What he *doesn't* know is Tom's psychic abilities, which have sharpened in prison out of self-defense. Jake always knows who's who, and he forges a relationship with both Tom and Harry, hoping to find a way to free Tom once and for all.

The working title is "Identity Crisis", although "Tom, Jake and Harry" is a possible. Oh, and did I mention it's slash? Because Jensen Ackles times THREE is as hot as it gets. Some of it is fairly evil, since Harry is NOT a nice guy.

Wicked heartburn from the 'dogs. I may have a root beer float to calm my stomach....


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vanillafluffy: (Rubber Ducky)
The C's live on a canal, and there are ducks living in their backyard. (There's a bin of cracked corn out in the garage. These are well-fed, happy ducks.) There are a family of IDK ducks---the adults are irridescent black with white and have red faces, and at the moment, they have four (that I've counted) fluffy little yellow and black ducklins---so cute! There's also what AI refers to as "the glee club", a flock of 20 or so basic brown mallards who drop in to cadge corn. At least, she says they're mallards.

It rained like hell early this afternoon, and made the bucks quite frisky. For a little while, a pair of little tan morming doves was splashing about in the ducks' water font. Quite a little wildlife sanctuary they've got going here. According to AI, there's also a manatee living in the canal by their dock, but I've not seen it.

I had hot dogs for lunch and watched "My Bloody Valentine 3D", although *not* in 3D. Lately, I've been entertaining thoughts of a crossover I started a million years ago between MBV3D and "DeVour". Jake Gray has been released from prison after serving 10 years for the murder of his girlfriend They couldn't pin his parents' deaths on him, but there's still hard feelings in town, so he's out at his uncle's cabin, which he inherited. He's surviving off the land, and keeping to himself, when a visitor arrives.

Harry Warden has been drifting around the country, dominating Tom Hanniger's consciousness at his own whims. He ran across a true crime book about the Jake Gray case, and was delighted at the potential mayhem inherent in someone who looks like himself/Tom. What he *doesn't* know is Tom's psychic abilities, which have sharpened in prison out of self-defense. Jake always knows who's who, and he forges a relationship with both Tom and Harry, hoping to find a way to free Tom once and for all.

The working title is "Identity Crisis", although "Tom, Jake and Harry" is a possible. Oh, and did I mention it's slash? Because Jensen Ackles times THREE is as hot as it gets. Some of it is fairly evil, since Harry is NOT a nice guy.

Wicked heartburn from the 'dogs. I may have a root beer float to calm my stomach....


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Really?!

Aug. 16th, 2011 10:10 am
vanillafluffy: (Dean cuss)
Sometimes, upward mobility isn't all it's cracked up to be.

When, for instance, the lawn crew begins work at 7:45 right under your bedroom window.

I was going to say "being rich" as opposed to "upwardly mobile", but I suspect the Cs don't regard themselves as such.

What criteria do I use to proclaim upward mobility?

Okay, for starters, they have a home in a desirable neighborhood. If my house was the Taj Mahal, it would still be in a crap neighborhood.

When things break, they repair or replace them. Which sounds like a no-brainer, but if you've got zero savings or credit, easier said than done.

They have domestic help inside and out, a weekly or bi-weekly (as needed) cleaner in addition to the yard service.

They have automatic bill-pay on everything. I don't have it on anything, because my finances have *never* been that secure. One payment at the wrong time could topple the whole house of cards.

They buy new things. As in, lots of books and videos. I have yet to see a used bookstore stamp or a pawn shop sticker on any of them. I *have* run across a few 3-figure Barnes & Noble reciepts.

They both drive new cars. Not new as in "this model year", but as in "not previously owned".

They have savings, retirement accounts and credit. I have four bags of aluminum cans.

They win. I can't begin to comete. Not that it's a competition---keeping up with the neighbors is a mug's game---but I'm completely outclassed.


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Really?!

Aug. 16th, 2011 10:10 am
vanillafluffy: (Dean cuss)
Sometimes, upward mobility isn't all it's cracked up to be.

When, for instance, the lawn crew begins work at 7:45 right under your bedroom window.

I was going to say "being rich" as opposed to "upwardly mobile", but I suspect the Cs don't regard themselves as such.

What criteria do I use to proclaim upward mobility?

Okay, for starters, they have a home in a desirable neighborhood. If my house was the Taj Mahal, it would still be in a crap neighborhood.

When things break, they repair or replace them. Which sounds like a no-brainer, but if you've got zero savings or credit, easier said than done.

They have domestic help inside and out, a weekly or bi-weekly (as needed) cleaner in addition to the yard service.

They have automatic bill-pay on everything. I don't have it on anything, because my finances have *never* been that secure. One payment at the wrong time could topple the whole house of cards.

They buy new things. As in, lots of books and videos. I have yet to see a used bookstore stamp or a pawn shop sticker on any of them. I *have* run across a few 3-figure Barnes & Noble reciepts.

They both drive new cars. Not new as in "this model year", but as in "not previously owned".

They have savings, retirement accounts and credit. I have four bags of aluminum cans.

They win. I can't begin to comete. Not that it's a competition---keeping up with the neighbors is a mug's game---but I'm completely outclassed.


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vanillafluffy: (Catfeather)
It's my last night at the Fur Factory (aka Mb's). Tomorrow, the C's are off on their travels and I'm headed over there. I'll miss Mb's cooking and companionship. I'll also miss SO and Jazz the Wonder Akita. The cats, not so much....

Did I mention she acquired another one over the weekend?! It was lurking around the store where she buys her smokes, and she was afraid of its proximity to the highway. This brings the indoor total to six. There's a feral colony living in her yard, and while I haven't got an exact count on them, it's AT LEAST nine. Nothing exceeds like excess.

I visited with the C's last week, to discuss routines (their older dog is now taking daily glucosamine, for instance), and PJ has promised a choice selection of DVDs and the lastest Tom Clancy will await me in the guest room. Can you see why I enjoy staying there so much? It's climate-controlled, has a well-stocked pantry, great location, all the tech and extras---and the critters are delightful.

Maybe I should qualify that---their dog Rosie is an adorable little monster*, their older dog Bear is very mellow and no trouble at all, their cat, Gizmo, is a loner and only shows up to demand food, and the ducks...well, they're outside and over all, not that much trouble either.

In addition to critter-sitting, my goals are to reestablish something like a normal sleep schedule and, as always, to find a job, because otherwise, I'm not sure what I'm going to do for October's bills. (I'd sell a kidney, but how the heck do you market something like that, eBay? Craigslist? I doubt it!)


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* Half Jack Russell terrier, half Cavalier King Charles spaniel. She's slender and shaped like a JR, but has a silky "feathered" coat like a CKC. SO cute, but more than a little spoiled. One thing I want to work on while I have her for a while is her habit of charging the door, barking at guests. This will be a challenge!

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vanillafluffy: (Catfeather)
It's my last night at the Fur Factory (aka Mb's). Tomorrow, the C's are off on their travels and I'm headed over there. I'll miss Mb's cooking and companionship. I'll also miss SO and Jazz the Wonder Akita. The cats, not so much....

Did I mention she acquired another one over the weekend?! It was lurking around the store where she buys her smokes, and she was afraid of its proximity to the highway. This brings the indoor total to six. There's a feral colony living in her yard, and while I haven't got an exact count on them, it's AT LEAST nine. Nothing exceeds like excess.

I visited with the C's last week, to discuss routines (their older dog is now taking daily glucosamine, for instance), and PJ has promised a choice selection of DVDs and the lastest Tom Clancy will await me in the guest room. Can you see why I enjoy staying there so much? It's climate-controlled, has a well-stocked pantry, great location, all the tech and extras---and the critters are delightful.

Maybe I should qualify that---their dog Rosie is an adorable little monster*, their older dog Bear is very mellow and no trouble at all, their cat, Gizmo, is a loner and only shows up to demand food, and the ducks...well, they're outside and over all, not that much trouble either.

In addition to critter-sitting, my goals are to reestablish something like a normal sleep schedule and, as always, to find a job, because otherwise, I'm not sure what I'm going to do for October's bills. (I'd sell a kidney, but how the heck do you market something like that, eBay? Craigslist? I doubt it!)


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* Half Jack Russell terrier, half Cavalier King Charles spaniel. She's slender and shaped like a JR, but has a silky "feathered" coat like a CKC. SO cute, but more than a little spoiled. One thing I want to work on while I have her for a while is her habit of charging the door, barking at guests. This will be a challenge!

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Update

Jul. 19th, 2011 03:45 am
vanillafluffy: (Starlight lady)
I'm back at Mb's...the air is great, the food is better than my usual, and I can deal with sleeping in shifts in whichever half of the queen-sized bed is free. Mb and SO have kindly consented to let me put their landline down as a contact number for me on resumes and applications. My PayGo phone gets sporadic reception, especially at my house, pfft.

Watched this week's Leverage, which I liked (last season really turned me off, but I've regained my squee), although it was no mystery AT ALL where the MacGuffin was. I still have this week's Alphas to see, but no biggie.

Also saw Lifetime's JK Rowling biopic and cried. Not just because of the woo-hoo success story nature of it, but because as a writer, albeit one who is DRY, I could relate. Mb was playing on her computer, not really paying attention to it and commented on my sniffliness; I told her it was a Writer Thing. *sigh* What can I say? My Muse is languishing.

Sunday, I talked with PJ about the C's upcoming expedition...I'm looking forward to that, as they'll be gone for about 7 weeks. Huzzah, a/c, 'net and cable, and I don't have to share a bed---although it is a damned uncomfortable bed, with or without company.

J and I have tentatively scheduled the Great Memorial Cut-throat Canasta Tournament for next month...I'll be living at the C's by then, so it's just a short hop to her place. T only played to humor Susie---he's really a terrible, passive-aggressive player---attendence by [livejournal.com profile] sbjb would be nice, but play will go on with or without you.

Is any of this actually making any sense? My ability to put two thoughts together on a page is rather impaired....

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Update

Jul. 19th, 2011 03:45 am
vanillafluffy: (Starlight lady)
I'm back at Mb's...the air is great, the food is better than my usual, and I can deal with sleeping in shifts in whichever half of the queen-sized bed is free. Mb and SO have kindly consented to let me put their landline down as a contact number for me on resumes and applications. My PayGo phone gets sporadic reception, especially at my house, pfft.

Watched this week's Leverage, which I liked (last season really turned me off, but I've regained my squee), although it was no mystery AT ALL where the MacGuffin was. I still have this week's Alphas to see, but no biggie.

Also saw Lifetime's JK Rowling biopic and cried. Not just because of the woo-hoo success story nature of it, but because as a writer, albeit one who is DRY, I could relate. Mb was playing on her computer, not really paying attention to it and commented on my sniffliness; I told her it was a Writer Thing. *sigh* What can I say? My Muse is languishing.

Sunday, I talked with PJ about the C's upcoming expedition...I'm looking forward to that, as they'll be gone for about 7 weeks. Huzzah, a/c, 'net and cable, and I don't have to share a bed---although it is a damned uncomfortable bed, with or without company.

J and I have tentatively scheduled the Great Memorial Cut-throat Canasta Tournament for next month...I'll be living at the C's by then, so it's just a short hop to her place. T only played to humor Susie---he's really a terrible, passive-aggressive player---attendence by [livejournal.com profile] sbjb would be nice, but play will go on with or without you.

Is any of this actually making any sense? My ability to put two thoughts together on a page is rather impaired....

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