Unidentified noises

I hate unidentified house noises. Last night I heard noises coming from the basement. It would stop, then start. It’s hard to sleep with something like that going on. BP’s on a road trip and won’t be home until tomorrow but I called him at 1am anyway and told him that I heard a noise from the basement.

BP: what kind of noise?
Me: I don’t know. Kind of like a tap.
BP: Like when that bird got in last summer?
Me: No.
BP: Well, it’s not a person. If someone was trying to get in through the basement window, there’s so much stuff in front of that small window you would have heard a crash.
Me: I suppose so.
BP: Is Liam asleep.
Me: Yes, I checked on him.
BP: I leave my computers running because of the Seti thing. Maybe it’s coming from the computer. Go down in the basement and check.
Me: ARE YOU CRAZY?? Me . . go down in the basement? At 1am??
BP: (laughs) Did you look outside? Maybe it’s coming from outside.
Me: Yes, I looked thru the blinds. Everything’s normal out there.
BP: Maybe it’s the hot water heater kicking on.
Me: No, I know that sound.
BP: Maybe it’s the cat, getting revenge for being put on the porch.
Me: No, I checked on her too.
BP: Is it a constant noise?
Me: No, it stops and starts. A tapping.
BP: I wonder if it’s that Jehovah’s Witness I walled up alive down there.
Me: (in my Maude voice) God’ll get you for that, Walter.
BP: I’m out of ideas. Try to sleep between the noises.
Me: You are no help.
BP: Puddin, I’m in Nebraska. I can’t go downstairs and investigate. I’m be home Sunday and I’ll figure it out then.

So I have to wait until tomorrow so he can look down in the basement for the noise

PS: Blogger made me switch to the "New" Blogger, which sucks.

Sweet Tired Cat

To cheer up Mems!

Stephen Colbert, George W Bush's Words

Overheard at Books-a-MIllion

Two clerks talking:
"I hate books, and reading bores me, I can't get into it. I'm just working here until a job at Aeropostale opens up."

A Stephen Colbert Fan!

Dave Letterman Wins A Bet

haha

Compliments

It's National Compliment Day!

Do these pants make my butt look big?

Thanks Teri!

Teri (of F and Teri fame) sent me this "where are they now?" story about Joe Sambito! He's done pretty well for himself. He has a good life and time hasn't ravaged his looks too badly :)
Thanks Teri!
I don't think Teri will mind me telling you that she and Fred are celebrating ten years together, nine married after meeting in our beloved BookShelf. One of the Shelf's success stories.

Joe Update

Joe Sambito

At one point in time (in the early 80's) I enjoyed major league baseball. I liked listening to slurry-voiced Harry Carey.
My favorite player was left-handed relief pitcher for the Houston Astros, Joe Sambito. Very good looking. When I lived in Florida, I'd heard that he had a home on Long Boat Key or Sarasota or somewhere like that--I forget now. Once, a girlfriend and I drove around trying to find the place just to gawk. I don't even know what would have happened had we spotted him. See? I was a stalker before stalking wasn't cool.
I don't know what he looks like now, or what he's doing.

I'm one not much for football

"Our" Indianapolis Colts are going to the Super Bowl. Good for them, but I don't understand rabid sports fans. How does it better their lives if a team they like wins? It's like they have a personal investment in it. Oh well, Peyton Manning seems like a good sort of fellow. Not unlike another footballer long time ago who seemed handsome and nice until he sliced his ex wife's neck to the point of almost decapitating her, and killed a guy who was just doing a good deed for her. I hope better things for Peyton's family.
Friday it was "wear Colts blue at work." I didn't. Call me odd but I didn't want a huge horse shoe in the middle of my chest.
Our dumbass governor put this gigantic blow up Colts footballer up on the lawn of the Governor's mansion. Talk about looking like Trailer Trash. I'll post a picture if I can find one online.
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UPDATE: The appraiser came yesterday, was an hour and ten minutes late, stayed for three minutes and snapped six pictures, and left. Not two hours later LP threw a pair of his dirty socks on the living room floor. I picked them up by the non dirty part and put them in his bed, not on his bed, in it.

NOTE: This post is pictured in nearly "Colts Blue."

Snow, Victory Garden, Orchids

I wanted to take LP out to breakfast this morning but if he wants to go, he’ll have to shovel some snow. I woke up to two inches on the ground, and it’s still coming down. It’s very pretty though. I like a fresh snow, but when it gets grimy and dirty and slushy from car exhaust that’s a different matter.

The appraiser guy didn’t call me back, so I don’t know if he’ll show up today or not.

To date I’ve received about 15 garden and seed catalogs. I looked through them last night, dog-earring pages as I went. If I ordered everything I wanted, I’d need a place the size of the Biltmore Estates.

Yesterday at lunch I watched Victory Garden. I loved when ole bearded, scruffy-looking Roger Swain hosted it. That now have this fey, younger guy who doesn’t know squat! WTF is that all about. He planted a miniature greenhouse full of different ferns and it looked like shit.

Anyway Erica Glasener was a guest correspondent. She used to have a kick ass garden show on HGTV where she’d visit normal people’s gardens and discuss plants with them. I loved that show. On yesterday’s Victory Garden she visited an orchid specialist and they showed the basics about growing orchids. It reminded me of Sparky and it put me off of my egg sandwich so I didn’t even finished lunch. (no offense Sparks)

That’s all