Who needs a map? The journey is sometimes just as good as the destination.
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I call dibs…
…on being LiLo in any of these random scenarios…unless we’re talking Paris, in which case I prefer to be Nicole.
Are we there yet? How much longer? Are we there yet?
Don’t hog the map; at least let me look at it from time to time so I know where we are.
quote of the day
A difficult time can be more readily endured if we retain the conviction that our existence holds a purpose – a cause to pursue, a person to love, a goal to achieve.
– John Maxwell
Chinese Democracy?
Sooooooooooooooooooo, have you heard Chinese Democracy, the Guns N’ Roses track from the long-promised album of the same name? Saw it on the Napster home page today so I thought I’d give it a listen. I’m not sure I like it so much–I guess with all the wait, all the hype, I thought there would be more to it, more complexity, more bad assery? It will probably grow on me with time, but my first reaction was so what? I’m so jaded in my old age.
Leaves suck
Today, I spent a few hours raking leaves and dragging them to the curb so the city can ignore them and the leaves can blow down the street into someone else’s yard. Even with several hours spent on raking leaves, there are so many on the ground and still so many more to yet to fall, you can’t even really tell I did anything at all out there.
The big project was to get the leaves off the back porch. Every time I opened the back door this week to let the dogs in and out, giant piles of leaves would blow into the house. I took that as a sign that I needed to do something and hauled 5 trash cans full of leaves off the back porch today.
I worked some on the mountain of leaves in the back yard with the help of our youngest dog, who is also our largest dog. He is a beagle-dinosaur mix, huge and still growing. He helped me out a lot by carrying the rake away every time I would put it down to carry leaves to the curb. While I was raking, he would throw himself on top of the rake and chew at the handle. He also assisted by gnawing a couple tines off the rake while I was bagging up random bits of trash from around the back yard, and when I was done bagging trash, he helped me out by tearing the bag of trash to shreds and scattering it everywhere. He wanted to make the work more exciting, I guess; no sense in being bored out there!
After I’d had enough of the magic of leaf removal for one day, I thought I’d drag myself back in the house and watch cartoons. Given that I’d been in the areas of the yard frequented by our three dogs, it was important to inspect the bottoms of my shoes for anything fun that I shouldn’t track into the house. Inspection of the right foot was cool, but you know what? Thanks to the glory of my recently sprained ankle, I couldn’t tilt my left foot up to look at the bottom of my shoe! Too weak, won’t go that way at all. To think all this time I’ve taken for granted the ability to inspect my shoes for poop…ah, when I get that ability back, I’ll be ever so grateful. No worries, though; Minime was thrilled (and by thrilled, I mean horrified) to be asked to inspect my left shoe.
I’m sure there’s more fun to be had as the leaves continue to fall…but if I had any money to spare, I’d pay someone else to have all the fun of removing those leaves. That’s some fun I’m willing to pass up.
HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY!!!
HEY! Happy 40th Birthday!
I take full credit for hot air balloons, green traffic lights and anything else awesome that happens today.
Birthday cake rocks! Woohoo! I want a do over!
Birthday lunches on a gorgeous fall day completely rock.
Birthday cake rocks even harder…even if whipped cream gets up my nose!
eyes wide shut?
I had an eye exam yesterday, and the bastards dilated my eyes. Much like a gremlin (a good one like Gizmo or a naughty one like Stripe), I do not like bright light under normal circumstances. Dilate my eyes and I want to climb in a coffin until nightfall.
So what they do is put the drops in your eyes and then leave you in the lobby in front of a huge sunny window and under the brightest indoor lights known to man and they wait…they peek at you periodically, waiting for your eyes to be optimally dilated. They know you’re ready to visit with the optometrist when you’ve made every attempt to crawl under the lobby chairs far far away from the light that’s searing into your brain and you’re trying to dig an escape hole in the carpet. Fun stuff.
The optometrist—I have no idea what he looks like, he’s a blurry man as far as I know—then proceeds to shine lights in my eyes until what little sight I had is gone…he then offers me a copy of the photos of the inside of my eye (“look, that’s your optical nerve!” “ummm, I can’t actually see anything you’re pointing at, sorry.” “I can make a copy for you to take home on CD.” “What a Christmas card that would make! No thanks.”)
Completely blinded, I’m led back to the lobby where I’m now supposed to shop for new eyeglass frames. WTF? I’ve decided it’s a ploy because they don’t want you to see how much the frames cost. Even without sight, I can put my hand on the most expensive pair of frames in every display the salesman has; it’s a gift, a talent.
It’s time to pay and I am running my hand over the cards trying to tell the difference between a Visa and a BiLo Bonus Card while the salesman calculates how much money he’s made off the blind that day. Lots, I’m sure. It’s easy to rob the blind. Bastards.
song of the day, commercial of the day
sing backup with me, chiquita…ooo oooo
if you watch the video closely enough, i think you can become hypnotized by marky mark’s bellybutton.
and because that’s truly not enough shirtless wahlberg for one day…
…sigh. and how did we get from that to “say hi to your mother for me???” ah, who cares…i’m gonna watch those videos again…and probably again. i need some privacy now.