vanillafluffy: (Polar bear sleepy)
It dipped into the 30s last night (35F according to the news this evening), which made venturing out into the predawn frost a desparate act of survival. Yea, tho there was actual frost on the ground, I wore layers and Mb had the heater in the car cranked.

We were numbers 47 & 48...and that was arriving at 5:30 sharp. The doors don't even open til 6. Not having any pockets, I tucked my number into the cuff of my left glove, which worked nicely.

Got ground lamb, carrot coins and a box of instant mashed potatoes, so I'm contemplating something resembling a shepherd's pie (except not, since I don't have a working oven). Also have some ground turkey sausage and peppers...add some tomato sauce and pasta, and that'll be a yummy dinner, too. The usual assortment of canned and baked goods, and Mb traded her eggs for some grapes.

On the way home, we swung by the library so I could drop off a book: A Week in Winter, the last Maeve Binchy novel. I liked it very much, and am so sorry there won't be any more. She uses a framing device I'd like to experiment with; the chapters are each from the PoV of a different character, all set around a small hotel. She used the same technique in Quentin's, a restaurant...it's really rather effective.

I think I'm going to grab some breakfast and log in early. I didn't get much sleep last night, and the sooner I can get my hours in, the sooner I can catch some zzz's.

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vanillafluffy: (2012)
Well, the world hasn't come to an end, so I guess I'm on track with my previous plans to spend the weekend baking. I'm still trying to figure out who's getting what and when...brownies for J and Mb. They'll probably both be getting theirs on Monday. I may take the C's a bundt cake---their "do" is Monday evening---I stocked up on flour and whatnot, so I can in theory do actual non-mix baking. We're having a cool-down, so slaving over a hot oven sounds cozy rather than horrific.

I need to take something to church for hospitality on Sunday. I'm thinking corn casserole; it's gone over well the other times I've taken it, and I have all the ingredients. (Eggs, corn, crackers and sour cream, although milk will do in a pinch.) It's quick to make, too---if I get up earlyish Sunday morning, I can throw it in the oven and take it in still warm....

Today was absolutely glorious, sunny and cool (mid 60s). I dragged my hoard of cans in to recycle---that netted me $8.50 at .50 a pound---so I'm set for movie money. (I'm going to concoct a big batch of Chex mix to munch on during the show. And I always bring my own beverage.) Then I went over to Publix...sat in their cafe updating apps for an hour, then stocked up on baking supplies and a few other items, detoured into Aldi, got a few more things there, and came home feeling well pleased with myself.

The trunk of my car is the emptiest it's been in months! That means I'll be able to load it up with some of my too-big wardrobe, destined for my friend at church. I'm excited about that: It's Stuff Going Out AND I know it's going where it's needed.

GK promises a box will be coming my way (she hasn't mailed it yet, oops!), more bulky than heavy, according to her, so more clothes, I suppose. All the more reason to find new homes for the old stuff!

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vanillafluffy: (Liberty Mod)
I'd planned to visit J this evening, but she's got a migraine, so that didn't happen. She has a dog event tomorrow, which I may go to in lieu of church---they're holding the county-wide UU picnic in SatBch, instead of South Rockledge as last year; no way am I burning $10 worth of gas for that!

Was miserably depressed last night, one of those "hide the steak knives" spisodes...I can't think too hard about how precarious *everything* is right now. If I do, my brain short-circuits and I go down the rabbit-hole of self-loathing and doubt. After J canceled, I spent four hours online reading about how miserable things are right now in my hometown: Staten Island. That was heart-breaking, but I feel less wretched about my own situation.

I'm glad the time change is about to kick in; I'm over it being dark at 7AM. Likewise, I will be very glad when the election is over; they're killing trees to send me bullshit mailers, trying to get me to vote for an asshole I'd just as soon ship offshore. In a shipping container. On a slow boat to China.

Also, I've had an earworm for three solid days: Istanbul (Not Constantinopele), which is ferociously peppy and has started to mash itself up with Puttin' On the Ritz. I keep trying to distract my brain with other tunes, but it keeps circling back...

I'm in the unusual position of having to foce myself to stay awake, because the last couple mornings, I've been up before the ass-crack of dawn, and I am *yawn* over it.



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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
My prayers and sympathy go out to those who are coping with Sandy. As a tenured Florida resident, I know what it's like to get slammed by a storm (or two, or three in a row, as in 2004). Thing is, we're used to it; the building codes and city planning takes hurricanes into account---NY/NJ? Have no idea. Blizzards and snow, sure. A fuckton of water and wind? Not so much. Blessed be!

I've had what I consider to be a fairly productive day: I've done a heavy-duty load (quilt and towels), put away all the unmentionables that have been living in the dryer, have a load of comforters (two) in progress, have remade my bed with nice clean quilt, and gotten together two black bags full of trash.

The activity has warmed me up, and closing the windows helped, although the window at the head of my bed refuses to go down the last stubborn inch. Ah well, I'll live.

Stay safe, folks.

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vanillafluffy: (Florida oranges)
Okay, so the rest of the world probably thinks I'm crazy. But a week ago, we were smugly congratulating ourselves that summer was ebbing, with temps in the low 80s and overnight lows in the 70s---and now it's mid-morning and it's 65 degrees!!! That's in my office. The National Weather Center has the outside temp as 54 with a high of 68! Honestly, this is the coldest it's been since late March.

J is back in town after an eventful trip to see her dad in Maryland---her traveling companion, TRT, needed emergency gall bladder surgery in Tennessee. However, they did eventually make it to her dad's and a good time was had. I'm going over there Friday or Saturday evening to catch up---hopefully my jury stipend will have arrived by then; I need gas money.

I'm going to spend the rest of the day doing laundry. A couple clean blankets would be nice, because I don't really want to shut the windows. Although it might tone down the hellhounds by a few decibels....

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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
What we're getting of Hurrican Sandy is basically a pissant tropical storm, big yawn. Gusts of wind, some intermittant rain, nothing terribly impressive. Was at Mb's for a couple nights---HAD to get away from the hellhounds, and we were making jokes about how it was just a big blow, which led to me cracking her up with blow job jokes.

Mb is easy, I can crack her up without half trying...I segued from there to "Grease"---Sandy and blow jobs being the launching point---I don't think she'll ever listen to "Summer Love" the same way again.

Got home and ran right back out for a loaf of bread---otherwise, I'm set. Not going anywhere til church tomorrow. (And I'm really looking forward to those funds for jury duty, because I'm on fumes. Good thing the price of gas is coming down a smidge, every little bit helps.)

And alas, in the middle of Blue Bloods last night, my old portable died. When I say "old", I mean I got it from [livejournal.com profile] sbjb 20+ years ago, and it wasn't new then. (The sticker on the back lists the date of manufacture as October, 1988.) It's served me well, and I'll miss it. Now I get to try to hook the converter box up to the big TV, which is nerve-wracking. Also, it's been nice, being able to watch at my desk. Oh well, all good things must come to an end.

Speaking of endings, I still haven't finished a "costume" for [livejournal.com profile] karaokegal's CAYN party. I have two things in the works, neither of which is begging to be written. Started something else last week, ran out of gas after the first thousand words and haven't gotten a darn thing done on it since. Am thinking about NaNoWriMo and [livejournal.com profile] yuletide, trying to work up some enthusiasm. Nope. My give-a-damn's busted.

Aside from the sloppy weather, it's nice, as in it's only 75F, which is downright blissful. And about darn time!

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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
We had welcome rain this afternoon. I, mad woman that I am, went out and stood in it for five minutes then came in and took a (cold) shower and washed my hair.

It cooled things down a smidge, by which I mean it's "only" 85F.

Talked to GK yesterday...she wanted to ask what I thought of EW's Johnny Depp/Dark Shadows cover this week, and I kinda went, "Whoops!" Because, although she got a subscription for me a year ago and renewed it for my birthday, the episode of the missing mailbox kinda screwed it up. As I mentioned at the time, the post office started sending things back, including EW, leading them to cancel my subscription.

I had so much other stuff on my mind at the time that it never occured to me to mention it to GK. (I hadn't really missed it, truth be told.) However, at her request, I dug out a back issue, read her my account number, and she's going to follow up. Meanwhile, I need to snag this issue while it's still on the stands. I'm really looking forward to the new Dark Shadows, campy as it promises to be.

YouTube threw the new Spiderman preview at me while I was looking at something else, which motivated me to look it up on IMDb. Some of the casting made me cackle aloud. Campbell Scott, for instance, whom j'adore as Boris the Billionaire on Royal Pains (Returning June 6th).

I am fighting the good fight---and the urge to call for a pizza....

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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
We had welcome rain this afternoon. I, mad woman that I am, went out and stood in it for five minutes then came in and took a (cold) shower and washed my hair.

It cooled things down a smidge, by which I mean it's "only" 85F.

Talked to GK yesterday...she wanted to ask what I thought of EW's Johnny Depp/Dark Shadows cover this week, and I kinda went, "Whoops!" Because, although she got a subscription for me a year ago and renewed it for my birthday, the episode of the missing mailbox kinda screwed it up. As I mentioned at the time, the post office started sending things back, including EW, leading them to cancel my subscription.

I had so much other stuff on my mind at the time that it never occured to me to mention it to GK. (I hadn't really missed it, truth be told.) However, at her request, I dug out a back issue, read her my account number, and she's going to follow up. Meanwhile, I need to snag this issue while it's still on the stands. I'm really looking forward to the new Dark Shadows, campy as it promises to be.

YouTube threw the new Spiderman preview at me while I was looking at something else, which motivated me to look it up on IMDb. Some of the casting made me cackle aloud. Campbell Scott, for instance, whom j'adore as Boris the Billionaire on Royal Pains (Returning June 6th).

I am fighting the good fight---and the urge to call for a pizza....

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Forboding

May. 5th, 2012 07:29 pm
vanillafluffy: (Fan)
Here it is, barely May, and I'm already miserable from the heat. This does not bode well.

I've already begun taking cold showers. This does not bode well.

Walking back and forth to the refrigerator for cold drinks is about the extent of my exertion, and I feel stewed in my own juices. This does not bode well.

This morning, as I left Publix, I tried to lower my window for more air, and discovered it was already down. This does not bode well.

It's "only" 88F, and it'll be a lot warmer, soon. This does not bode well.

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Forboding

May. 5th, 2012 07:29 pm
vanillafluffy: (Fan)
Here it is, barely May, and I'm already miserable from the heat. This does not bode well.

I've already begun taking cold showers. This does not bode well.

Walking back and forth to the refrigerator for cold drinks is about the extent of my exertion, and I feel stewed in my own juices. This does not bode well.

This morning, as I left Publix, I tried to lower my window for more air, and discovered it was already down. This does not bode well.

It's "only" 88F, and it'll be a lot warmer, soon. This does not bode well.

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Wet

Apr. 19th, 2012 04:50 pm
vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
We're getting some much-needed rain. It's really coming down. There's even a little thunder rumbling.

Guess summer's almost here....

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Wet

Apr. 19th, 2012 04:50 pm
vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
We're getting some much-needed rain. It's really coming down. There's even a little thunder rumbling.

Guess summer's almost here....

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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
Had a pleasant (albeit WET) weekend. Friday night, LOST with J, first three eps, Okay, I'm hooked. It's well written enough that I'm not sitting there yawning, wondering if it's almost over, it's more like, Huh? Over already?!

It rained fish Saturday noon. Mb and I were a little late getting going because we waiting for it to let up, then had a fine time. She wanted to visit Ruby Tuesday, which I was good with; I like RT. I tried their meatloaf for the first time. Verdict: The BBQ sauce they serve it with is strong and *much* too sweet. Next time, get it on the side. There *will* be a next time---the meatloaf itself was very tasty.

They comped us a piece of the Italian creme cake, which was absolutly divine. OMG, nomnomnom! Refrained from ordering a slice of my own, because I'm trying to rein in my intake, but oh, tempting! So was the waiter....

Made it to TJ Maxx to return things, including the hat...I've got lots of hats, I didn't NEED that one. Did get a pair of pillowcases for $7.99...two of the ones my new pillows were encased in have split. They're old, so I'm not surprised, but the new ones, 400-thread count, should be good for a long time to come.

Mb dropped me off at J's for more LOST. We all shot the breeze for a while, then Mb took off and J's BFF came by with her kid and we watched Puss in Boots, which was cute. I can happily spend two hours listening to Antonio Banderas, cat or no.

We watched some more LOST, then as J was getting ready to run me home, it started pouring again. I ended up staying there til about 12:30, by which time the weather had calmed down somewhat. What the heck, we can use the rain, and I figure the capillary action will set the powdered concrete my mailbox is planted in.

Yesterday's speaker gave a fascinating talk about an archaeological dig she participated in. It was a local excavation---the Windover Archaeological Site---and I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the goings-on at the time.

Next week after service is the annual congregational meeting---electing people to do the heavy lifting---and the speaker's topic is "Fiction-based Reality", which sounds intriguing. (It was supposed to be "Pirates of the Atlantic", but apparently he changed his mind after signing up.)

I must be doing something right---two dresses that I've had for a while are looser. They still fit, they just fit better. One is the paisley that I got after Christmas a year ago. I actually had to pin the wrap neckline, because it was loose enough to droop down and show my bra. It's looser at the waist, too. The other dress is a rosy coral floral print that I got at the Melbourne Goodwill for Easter about five years ago. It was always tight through the bust on the few occasions I wore it, but now it's just right. I plan to wear it as often as appropriate this spring and summer to get some use out of it.

TTFN.

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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
Had a pleasant (albeit WET) weekend. Friday night, LOST with J, first three eps, Okay, I'm hooked. It's well written enough that I'm not sitting there yawning, wondering if it's almost over, it's more like, Huh? Over already?!

It rained fish Saturday noon. Mb and I were a little late getting going because we waiting for it to let up, then had a fine time. She wanted to visit Ruby Tuesday, which I was good with; I like RT. I tried their meatloaf for the first time. Verdict: The BBQ sauce they serve it with is strong and *much* too sweet. Next time, get it on the side. There *will* be a next time---the meatloaf itself was very tasty.

They comped us a piece of the Italian creme cake, which was absolutly divine. OMG, nomnomnom! Refrained from ordering a slice of my own, because I'm trying to rein in my intake, but oh, tempting! So was the waiter....

Made it to TJ Maxx to return things, including the hat...I've got lots of hats, I didn't NEED that one. Did get a pair of pillowcases for $7.99...two of the ones my new pillows were encased in have split. They're old, so I'm not surprised, but the new ones, 400-thread count, should be good for a long time to come.

Mb dropped me off at J's for more LOST. We all shot the breeze for a while, then Mb took off and J's BFF came by with her kid and we watched Puss in Boots, which was cute. I can happily spend two hours listening to Antonio Banderas, cat or no.

We watched some more LOST, then as J was getting ready to run me home, it started pouring again. I ended up staying there til about 12:30, by which time the weather had calmed down somewhat. What the heck, we can use the rain, and I figure the capillary action will set the powdered concrete my mailbox is planted in.

Yesterday's speaker gave a fascinating talk about an archaeological dig she participated in. It was a local excavation---the Windover Archaeological Site---and I'm sorry I wasn't aware of the goings-on at the time.

Next week after service is the annual congregational meeting---electing people to do the heavy lifting---and the speaker's topic is "Fiction-based Reality", which sounds intriguing. (It was supposed to be "Pirates of the Atlantic", but apparently he changed his mind after signing up.)

I must be doing something right---two dresses that I've had for a while are looser. They still fit, they just fit better. One is the paisley that I got after Christmas a year ago. I actually had to pin the wrap neckline, because it was loose enough to droop down and show my bra. It's looser at the waist, too. The other dress is a rosy coral floral print that I got at the Melbourne Goodwill for Easter about five years ago. It was always tight through the bust on the few occasions I wore it, but now it's just right. I plan to wear it as often as appropriate this spring and summer to get some use out of it.

TTFN.

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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
It's raining hard, which is good. One, because we need the rain, but also because no one is out in it. (Dark alone is not sufficient deterrent to keep the noisy little hooligans off the street.) Two, because it'll giove my little rosemary plants a good soaking.

Otherwise, not a whole heckuva lot going on....


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vanillafluffy: (Rainy day)
It's raining hard, which is good. One, because we need the rain, but also because no one is out in it. (Dark alone is not sufficient deterrent to keep the noisy little hooligans off the street.) Two, because it'll giove my little rosemary plants a good soaking.

Otherwise, not a whole heckuva lot going on....


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Brrr!

Jan. 13th, 2012 09:59 pm
vanillafluffy: (Extra-special snowflake)
They're threatening an overnight freeze and frosty temps this weekend. With that in mind, I washed my hair this evening, because I know I won't want to if it gets uber-cold.

I know what I'll wear on Sunday if it IS cold: the grey and black ensemble I wore to court. (It was a wee bit warm for it that day, but if it's in the 50s or so, it'll be fine.) Dress is cotton jersey, faux-wrap style, dark grey with black border print. It has a silky (polyester) overshirt, lighter grey with a black border print. They're not a set, but they go together well, rather like my zebra "suit".

Happily, I found my wide black belt, the one that's infinitely adjustable. I like to wear that to cinch my cranberry chenille sweater with black pants. I'm just sorry that my favorite black pants are getting a little faded---and roomy, but still wearable.

I was thinking about the living room curtain situation...I might have a solution, IF I dig around in the middle room. I seem to remember getting a lot of industrial-grade muslin---GK knew a photog who got it by the mile to use for backdrops---it was something like ten feet wide. Trouble is, I don't remember how much I got, or where, exactly, it is.

Person of Interst was excellent last night. I'm turing over ideas for fic. Haven't actually written anything yet, but at least the wheels are turning....

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Brrr!

Jan. 13th, 2012 09:59 pm
vanillafluffy: (Extra-special snowflake)
They're threatening an overnight freeze and frosty temps this weekend. With that in mind, I washed my hair this evening, because I know I won't want to if it gets uber-cold.

I know what I'll wear on Sunday if it IS cold: the grey and black ensemble I wore to court. (It was a wee bit warm for it that day, but if it's in the 50s or so, it'll be fine.) Dress is cotton jersey, faux-wrap style, dark grey with black border print. It has a silky (polyester) overshirt, lighter grey with a black border print. They're not a set, but they go together well, rather like my zebra "suit".

Happily, I found my wide black belt, the one that's infinitely adjustable. I like to wear that to cinch my cranberry chenille sweater with black pants. I'm just sorry that my favorite black pants are getting a little faded---and roomy, but still wearable.

I was thinking about the living room curtain situation...I might have a solution, IF I dig around in the middle room. I seem to remember getting a lot of industrial-grade muslin---GK knew a photog who got it by the mile to use for backdrops---it was something like ten feet wide. Trouble is, I don't remember how much I got, or where, exactly, it is.

Person of Interst was excellent last night. I'm turing over ideas for fic. Haven't actually written anything yet, but at least the wheels are turning....

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vanillafluffy: (2012)
I'm waiting for laundry to dry...J and I have a dog at noon tomorrow, and I needed a clean black shirt.

I emailed the company I'd ordered my fabulous glasses from and cancelled the order today. I didn't want to, but they emailed me saying they couldn't fill my prescription as ordered unless I altered one of the lens indexes AND went with a more expensive lens material. To which I responded that I wasn't comfortable with substiting something other than my shiny new prescription, so thanks but no thanks.

Back to the drawing board. This afternoon, Mb and I went to Eyeglass World, where I had the exam done, BJ's Wholesale Club and Sears optical. BJ's outright said they couldn't do it, Sears was helpful, but both they and EW are pricing two pairs at +$200. Yikes. I know I'm nearsighted and astigmatic, but holy cannoli, I didn't realize it was this bad!

Current plan, before heading back to Sears, is for us to run up to visit a church member who has an optical practice. (She's at the other end of the county, which is one reason I haven't seen her already.) I'm getting increasingly annoyed by the time this is taking; I'm tired of squinting like a mole!

Saw an excellent 1948 Ford wagon this morning while picking up Mb at the garage. Magnificent cherry red, with a baroque pinstripe motif on the trunk.*sigh*

It's supposed to approach freezing tonight, and Mb wanted to get some cheap bedding for her outdoor cats. (Feral colony in her backyard.) We went to the new Goodwill location on Merritt Island, where I found a nice knit top that'll go well with my low-low price skirt from Lane Bryant AND a swimsuit. It's a one-piece of watercolor blues---I won't have to worry about the bottoms going south on me. I know, I know---but I'll wash it with bleach, it'll be fine.

And now, I really hope the clothes are dry, because I only had about four hours sleep last night and I'm over it....

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vanillafluffy: (2012)
I'm waiting for laundry to dry...J and I have a dog at noon tomorrow, and I needed a clean black shirt.

I emailed the company I'd ordered my fabulous glasses from and cancelled the order today. I didn't want to, but they emailed me saying they couldn't fill my prescription as ordered unless I altered one of the lens indexes AND went with a more expensive lens material. To which I responded that I wasn't comfortable with substiting something other than my shiny new prescription, so thanks but no thanks.

Back to the drawing board. This afternoon, Mb and I went to Eyeglass World, where I had the exam done, BJ's Wholesale Club and Sears optical. BJ's outright said they couldn't do it, Sears was helpful, but both they and EW are pricing two pairs at +$200. Yikes. I know I'm nearsighted and astigmatic, but holy cannoli, I didn't realize it was this bad!

Current plan, before heading back to Sears, is for us to run up to visit a church member who has an optical practice. (She's at the other end of the county, which is one reason I haven't seen her already.) I'm getting increasingly annoyed by the time this is taking; I'm tired of squinting like a mole!

Saw an excellent 1948 Ford wagon this morning while picking up Mb at the garage. Magnificent cherry red, with a baroque pinstripe motif on the trunk.*sigh*

It's supposed to approach freezing tonight, and Mb wanted to get some cheap bedding for her outdoor cats. (Feral colony in her backyard.) We went to the new Goodwill location on Merritt Island, where I found a nice knit top that'll go well with my low-low price skirt from Lane Bryant AND a swimsuit. It's a one-piece of watercolor blues---I won't have to worry about the bottoms going south on me. I know, I know---but I'll wash it with bleach, it'll be fine.

And now, I really hope the clothes are dry, because I only had about four hours sleep last night and I'm over it....

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vanillafluffy: (Scenic)
I'm at Mb's, by way of the recycler's, where I planned to drop off the four full bags of cans I've got squashed into my trunk and backseat. Alas, at some point in the last year or so, they discontinued their Saturday hours. (And they're not open Mondays, so I hope I don't need my trunk.) I've purged the expired coupons from my binder, and we've been to Walgreens and Publix.

Mb, bless her heart, is contributing to my hospitality with some rolls and a container of bbq beef, so I can make mini-sliders to go with the bean-corn salad. I've also got a bag of corn chips for scooping. Sara Lee products are on 50% off sale at Publix AND I had a coupon, so that'll work for dessert. I think I'm set!

Today is as pretty as my icon. I woke to the balmy temp of 82F in my room, which was delightful. I'm wearing a shirt with 3/4 sleeves, and I'm not roasting. Hooray! Fall is here!

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vanillafluffy: (Scenic)
I'm at Mb's, by way of the recycler's, where I planned to drop off the four full bags of cans I've got squashed into my trunk and backseat. Alas, at some point in the last year or so, they discontinued their Saturday hours. (And they're not open Mondays, so I hope I don't need my trunk.) I've purged the expired coupons from my binder, and we've been to Walgreens and Publix.

Mb, bless her heart, is contributing to my hospitality with some rolls and a container of bbq beef, so I can make mini-sliders to go with the bean-corn salad. I've also got a bag of corn chips for scooping. Sara Lee products are on 50% off sale at Publix AND I had a coupon, so that'll work for dessert. I think I'm set!

Today is as pretty as my icon. I woke to the balmy temp of 82F in my room, which was delightful. I'm wearing a shirt with 3/4 sleeves, and I'm not roasting. Hooray! Fall is here!

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vanillafluffy: (Panic button)
Pounds gained while house-sitting: 7 (Less than I feared; this is why I do not trust digital scales.)

Pounds of cans recycled so far: 20 (Good for $10 even. This was just what I accumulated at the C's and dug out of my trunk when I cleaned the car. Several more bags are awaiting egress at home.)

Looming crises: Too numerous to list. Assorted bills coming due, threats from the county about my yard, and what the hell possessed me to offer to bring hospitality for church this Sunday?!?!

"Ain't that just the cherry on the turd?" award goes to: The digital converter box, which picks up ONE channel (CBS)---when the weather is good. Raining pitchforks, not so good.

After three months, more or less, in relatively "normal" surroundings, I'd forgotten what an unholy mess I live in. Am in the mood to Throw Out All the Things---IF I had a shitload of trashbags and a clue where to start. It's times like this when I really miss GK---an hour of her whip-cracking and there was Serious Progress.

Thankfully, there are signs of autumn: It's still warm, but it's about three degrees away from being outright hot. They're predicting overnight lows in the 60s for this weekend, which makes me so happy, if I had a tail I would wag it. It reminds me that even horrible things eventually change for the better, if you just keep going.

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vanillafluffy: (Panic button)
Pounds gained while house-sitting: 7 (Less than I feared; this is why I do not trust digital scales.)

Pounds of cans recycled so far: 20 (Good for $10 even. This was just what I accumulated at the C's and dug out of my trunk when I cleaned the car. Several more bags are awaiting egress at home.)

Looming crises: Too numerous to list. Assorted bills coming due, threats from the county about my yard, and what the hell possessed me to offer to bring hospitality for church this Sunday?!?!

"Ain't that just the cherry on the turd?" award goes to: The digital converter box, which picks up ONE channel (CBS)---when the weather is good. Raining pitchforks, not so good.

After three months, more or less, in relatively "normal" surroundings, I'd forgotten what an unholy mess I live in. Am in the mood to Throw Out All the Things---IF I had a shitload of trashbags and a clue where to start. It's times like this when I really miss GK---an hour of her whip-cracking and there was Serious Progress.

Thankfully, there are signs of autumn: It's still warm, but it's about three degrees away from being outright hot. They're predicting overnight lows in the 60s for this weekend, which makes me so happy, if I had a tail I would wag it. It reminds me that even horrible things eventually change for the better, if you just keep going.

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vanillafluffy: (Caffeine supply)
I feel a nice sense of accomplishment (and a certain amount of horror): I cleaned out my car this afternoon. It is now possible for someone to ride in the passenger seat, novel idea. The weather, though sunny, was tolerable. I didn't have sweat running down my face, I wasn't staggering from incipient heatstroke---it was warm, not hot. Thank you, Mother/Father God.

The horror emerged from my trunk. ("The trunk? Oh, you don't want to look in there....") Two bags of cans (the kitchen-sized white ones, but still)---and another from the front and back seats. Now granted, I haven't done a can run since February, exactly seven months ago today, in fact. And because I've been lazy, they're not all crushed cans, which takes up significantly more room.

But holy cannoli, I've got a few more bags here, even more at my house---I don't think I can get them all in my car, not even if I take everything out. Not sure what the going rate is---last time it was 55 cents a pound---but it should help with either reloading my phone with minutes or a little gas for my tank.

My recycler isn't open on Monday; I'm thinking I'll do some packing tonight and tomorrow and load that and the cans into the car on Tuesday, drop stuff off at my place, grab the rest of the cans (Praying they'll all fit---I don't want to have to make a second run out there---15 cents a mile!---but I really don't want another trip like last time, where I couldn't see out of the windows and had a cop on my ass for four miles. I may wind up stomping cans flat out in the garage.)

For good measure, I think I'll bug-bomb the house, just in case. Like I said earlier, I've barely been there since early July, and I suspect the palmetto bugs have been living la vida loco. Not to mention the spiders. Guh, Florida....

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vanillafluffy: (Caffeine supply)
I feel a nice sense of accomplishment (and a certain amount of horror): I cleaned out my car this afternoon. It is now possible for someone to ride in the passenger seat, novel idea. The weather, though sunny, was tolerable. I didn't have sweat running down my face, I wasn't staggering from incipient heatstroke---it was warm, not hot. Thank you, Mother/Father God.

The horror emerged from my trunk. ("The trunk? Oh, you don't want to look in there....") Two bags of cans (the kitchen-sized white ones, but still)---and another from the front and back seats. Now granted, I haven't done a can run since February, exactly seven months ago today, in fact. And because I've been lazy, they're not all crushed cans, which takes up significantly more room.

But holy cannoli, I've got a few more bags here, even more at my house---I don't think I can get them all in my car, not even if I take everything out. Not sure what the going rate is---last time it was 55 cents a pound---but it should help with either reloading my phone with minutes or a little gas for my tank.

My recycler isn't open on Monday; I'm thinking I'll do some packing tonight and tomorrow and load that and the cans into the car on Tuesday, drop stuff off at my place, grab the rest of the cans (Praying they'll all fit---I don't want to have to make a second run out there---15 cents a mile!---but I really don't want another trip like last time, where I couldn't see out of the windows and had a cop on my ass for four miles. I may wind up stomping cans flat out in the garage.)

For good measure, I think I'll bug-bomb the house, just in case. Like I said earlier, I've barely been there since early July, and I suspect the palmetto bugs have been living la vida loco. Not to mention the spiders. Guh, Florida....

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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: (Theomany)
I really should have an umbrella icon, but this will do. Hurrican Irene has passed us by. There was lots of wind and rain earlier---the TV went off in the middle of The Dog Whisperer---but it's settled down now.

Last night, I had a brainfart and forgot Royal Pains was on, but I found a download through an LJ community and watched it this evening. Was much struck by an enchanting guest-actress, who wasn't listed in the IMDb listing for the ep, but I tracked her by way of the on-screen credits, and holy cow! Madeline Zima was the littlest Sheffield on The Nanny, which I watched faithfully for much of its run. Haven't seen her since, but she's grown up a beauty.

I had wicked insomnia the night before last til 4AM and was worried I'd revert to vampire hours, but thankfully, I was awake at 8 this morning. And I'm yawning now, which I wouldn't have done a month ago, when I was up all night and snoring in Mb's a/c all day.

Movie night with J tomorrow...I'm not sure what's going to happen when the fall TV season starts. It wasn't a problem when I had a DVR...guess I'll have to spend a day at home setting up the tuner box and VCR. *wince* I may have to figure out a way to bribe Mb to record stuff for me, or I'm going to be severely deprived. Plus, it'll give me an excuse to hang out with her and love on Jazz the Wonder Akita.

I also need to clean out my car while I'm here on a nice, level driveway. I just need a day that's not too wicked hot or raining. Hopefully we'll get a couple of those between now and the C's return. Within the next two weeks would be best, because I really want to see Contagion. (I've got a thing for epidemics, of course I'm hot to see it!) I've got oodles of cans rattling around my car, the ones I've accumulated while I've been here, AND the hoard at my house, so that ought to cover movie money. We don't have an AMC theater around here any more---they're the only ones who do free birthday movies that I've found---and the distance I'd have to drive would be worse than the cost of a ticket.

Maybe after church, when I head home to check my mail, I'll rummage amongst my craft supplies and see if I can get a project going. I can't use AI's stuff, but it's calling to me, and I feel a desire to Make Something....


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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
I really should have an umbrella icon, but this will do. Hurrican Irene has passed us by. There was lots of wind and rain earlier---the TV went off in the middle of The Dog Whisperer---but it's settled down now.

Last night, I had a brainfart and forgot Royal Pains was on, but I found a download through an LJ community and watched it this evening. Was much struck by an enchanting guest-actress, who wasn't listed in the IMDb listing for the ep, but I tracked her by way of the on-screen credits, and holy cow! Madeline Zima was the littlest Sheffield on The Nanny, which I watched faithfully for much of its run. Haven't seen her since, but she's grown up a beauty.

I had wicked insomnia the night before last til 4AM and was worried I'd revert to vampire hours, but thankfully, I was awake at 8 this morning. And I'm yawning now, which I wouldn't have done a month ago, when I was up all night and snoring in Mb's a/c all day.

Movie night with J tomorrow...I'm not sure what's going to happen when the fall TV season starts. It wasn't a problem when I had a DVR...guess I'll have to spend a day at home setting up the tuner box and VCR. *wince* I may have to figure out a way to bribe Mb to record stuff for me, or I'm going to be severely deprived. Plus, it'll give me an excuse to hang out with her and love on Jazz the Wonder Akita.

I also need to clean out my car while I'm here on a nice, level driveway. I just need a day that's not too wicked hot or raining. Hopefully we'll get a couple of those between now and the C's return. Within the next two weeks would be best, because I really want to see Contagion. (I've got a thing for epidemics, of course I'm hot to see it!) I've got oodles of cans rattling around my car, the ones I've accumulated while I've been here, AND the hoard at my house, so that ought to cover movie money. We don't have an AMC theater around here any more---they're the only ones who do free birthday movies that I've found---and the distance I'd have to drive would be worse than the cost of a ticket.

Maybe after church, when I head home to check my mail, I'll rummage amongst my craft supplies and see if I can get a project going. I can't use AI's stuff, but it's calling to me, and I feel a desire to Make Something....


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vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
Knock wood, Hurricane Irene is going to slide by offshore and miss us. Meanwhile, it's raining fish at the moment. The TV has lost the cable signal (In mid-F-Word, thanks so much) and there's booming and banging going on. My folks used to refer to it as "giants bowling", which I could easily imagine as my dad was a terrific bowler. He was also an excellent golfer.

You see, he'd been scouted by a major league baseball team while still under-age. However, his father, a staunch Lutheran minister, refused to sign for him because horror of horrors, it would've meant he'd be playing ball on Sundays. Small wonder that one of Dad's oft-repeated messages to his children was, "Nobody ever made a living doing what they like."

Me, I'd just like to make a living. My dad worked for the same company (Gulf Oil) for 35 years. He got service pins, a watch when he retired and all that. In those days, that was normal. These days, companies have no loyalty whatever to their employees, and working at one place for one's entire career is a complete pipe dream.

You've worked for us for five years? Too bad, so sad---we're shipping your job offshore---to India! To Guatemala! To wherever we can gouge the most profit out of our workforce!

It makes me furious, it really does. Things like, the medical billing office I used to work for has been outsourced---which makes me very uncomfortable when I think about the protected information like birthdates and SSNs those accounts contain. Gee, you think that stuff like that might help terrorists and other unsavory individuals create fake identities? Me too! So why the fuck are we allowing it to leave the US?!

Grrr. I wasn't planning to go off on this tangent, but rant happens.
vanillafluffy: (Theomany)
Knock wood, Hurricane Irene is going to slide by offshore and miss us. Meanwhile, it's raining fish at the moment. The TV has lost the cable signal (In mid-F-Word, thanks so much) and there's booming and banging going on. My folks used to refer to it as "giants bowling", which I could easily imagine as my dad was a terrific bowler. He was also an excellent golfer.

You see, he'd been scouted by a major league baseball team while still under-age. However, his father, a staunch Lutheran minister, refused to sign for him because horror of horrors, it would've meant he'd be playing ball on Sundays. Small wonder that one of Dad's oft-repeated messages to his children was, "Nobody ever made a living doing what they like."

Me, I'd just like to make a living. My dad worked for the same company (Gulf Oil) for 35 years. He got service pins, a watch when he retired and all that. In those days, that was normal. These days, companies have no loyalty whatever to their employees, and working at one place for one's entire career is a complete pipe dream.

You've worked for us for five years? Too bad, so sad---we're shipping your job offshore---to India! To Guatemala! To wherever we can gouge the most profit out of our workforce!

It makes me furious, it really does. Things like, the medical billing office I used to work for has been outsourced---which makes me very uncomfortable when I think about the protected information like birthdates and SSNs those accounts contain. Gee, you think that stuff like that might help terrorists and other unsavory individuals create fake identities? Me too! So why the fuck are we allowing it to leave the US?!

Grrr. I wasn't planning to go off on this tangent, but rant happens.
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: (Theomany)
It looks like Tropical Storm Emily is going to be rolling through this weekend.

It's not for sure yet, but the prediction cone gives it a good chance.

She's just a little storm, at this point, and as long as it doesn't stall out and flood us, no big deal.

Non-Floridians freak out about tropical storms and hurricanes...I had an aunt you used to call in hysterics any time there was any "major" weather. OMG, there's a Hurricane Watch for the coast!---er, yeah. Two hundred miles south of me, thanks, Tante.

Live through a few of them, though, and you start to get blase---"I'm not going anywhere for less than a Cat 2!"---and that's only if you live on a barrier island or in a trailer, and maybe not even then.

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