wireless mouses and 28 fucking lotto tickets

BP had the bright idea to hook up one of his computers to our flat screen TV in the living room. He also bought a wireless mouse and keyboard (We had to take the mouse back because the range was like, two feet.) Now he can sit in “his” chair—he calls it “his” chair even though I had that chair before we were married---and surf. I asked him to increase the text size because I couldn’t read that little assed text size from 6 feet away.

He’s in his glory. Now if I’d only let him smoke upstairs here, he’d never leave “his” chair.

I’ve tried it out a few times, but I prefer being on the computer here at my desk.

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Here’s another thing:

On Sunday I stopped at a little store----It was a Village Pantry, but you probably have Seven 11, or a Milk Barn, or something like that. I went in to get a quart of milk. I was in line behind a raggedy older woman who was buying lottery scratch off tickets.

ROW: I’ll take three of number 2, one of number 7 and four of number 6. No wait. Four of number 2.

Clerk: Four Number 2, one number 7 and four number 6. Nine dollars.

ROW: Nine dollars?

Clerk: uh huh.

ROW: Here’s a ten. Don’t give me a dollar back . . . I’ll just take another of number 7. No. Number 6!

Clerk: Okay

(Me being exasperated)

ROW: Okay. Now I want 28 Hoosier Lottos, each on its’ own ticket.

Clerk: 28 Lottos each on an individual ticket?

Me: Oh, Good Grief!

I put down the milk and left.

I mean, Jesus Christ. There were two people behind me and this old raggedy woman wants 28 lottery tickets, each on its’ own ticket??? That’s fucking rude!

Emma: Bird Rescuer!

I wasn't even going to go out and work in the garden today because it's so freaking humid. Plus it rained about two inches yesterday. But I wanted to cut down some coneflowers and move some gay feathers and Shasta daisies. As I was finishing up I noticed some nearby rustling. I looked down at the Black Eyed Susans that had gone to seed and saw a female yellow goldfinch. Its' wing had gotten caught in the thorny seed and couldn't get away. After talking to it for a minute and asking if it needed my help (she did,) I went to get my camera and gardening gloves. I gently held it and disengaged its wing from the seed and branch, and it flew across the street and in my neighbor's tree with nary a "Thank You" or a "Howdy do."

The Dave Building

If reasonable people could put my name on a $21 million building, anything is possible."


Story

Lunch and Bashing

BP and I had lunch with his mother today. We took her to Chinese. She brought over these two ceramic churchy angels (each about 12 inches high) that she’d ordered from a catalog. They’re made to be hung on a wall. She said that didn’t look good in her house and she asked me if I wanted them. They were uglyass things but I was polite (I can be, at times) and declined. I said that I didn’t have an wall space plus I was into de-cluttering. She took them back home with her and said she’d give them to a gardening club friend. It’s the thought that counts.

During lunch we were ragging on BP’s “collection” of broken down vans (the one he has in the back driveway here has three flats, rusted out floorboards and barely is driveable) and other assorted vehicles. He has a blue Volkswagon Rabbit Diesel that’s been sitting in her yard (she lives in the country) for TWELVE years. The body’s good, but he wants to find another diesel engine and drop it in. She wants it out of her sight. Who can blame her? She said that occasionally guys drive by and stop and ask her if it’s for sale.

I told her “Tell him’yes’---sell it to him and keep whatever money he gives you as a storage charge for the past 12 years.” She said that the idea occurred to her, but she didn’t have the title. I asked BP if the title was here in the house somewhere. He said yes—so I told them that I’d make it my project to find it and sign it over to her so she could sell it.

Needless to say my husband was not pleased, but my M-I-L laughed. She told me that he also had a dump truck and an antique riding mower behind her barn too—she said that she’s sure that a family of groundhogs have taken up residence there in the dump truck’s cab.

Aside from the BP bashing, it was a nice lunch.

Hummingbird Lady

The two-doors down neighbor and her husband and I had a very nice chat yesterday evening. They credit me with bringing hummingbirds into our neighborhood. I showed them the plant that did it all: a mountain hyssop-type deal which I’ll post a picture of later. It’s not a spectacular plant at all, but the hummers love the small tubular flowers, and it blooms all summer long.
The lady said that she’d noticed hummers in my yard so her husband went out and bought 9 hummer feeders and put them in their backyard. They said they sit out there and see about a dozen birds fighting over feeders. Very cool.
I told her that I was planning on buying two more of the plants from the catalog and she asked for the catalog when I was finished.
Her husband is the guy who snowblows the whole block in the wintertime and won’t take any money, so I think I’ll buy her a few plants as a Thank you.
Please don’t post a comment “I see hundreds of hummingbirds in my yard.” Or “Hummingbirds are mean.” Or “One attacked me once, I hate them.” Hummingbirds are a pleasure and fun to watch around here so don’t piss on my parade. Besides they'll be gone in another few weeks.

Monday

Labor Day with not so much labor

Quiz

Who is your Movie Star Boyfriend?

Mine's Brad Pitt

A Man for blu or Respighi

''Here's a fascinating story: there's a man in Australia and he spent the last 15 years of his life typing — typing — the numbers 'one' to 'one million.' Fifteen years of his life typing the numbers 'one,' starting out with 'o-n-e,' fifteen years, 'one' to 'one million' — and, guess what, girls? He's single.''
--DAVID LETTERMAN, ON THE LATE SHOW

Garden pictures

1. The frilly zinnias Schell likes--only they're just about spent

2. Regular zinnias that are just butterfly magnets. everytime I walk by ten-fifteen buterflies fly up and away

3. This is just ONE single sunflower--with about twenty different flowerheads!

4. Another angle of same sunflower

Happy Mid Week

I'm tired of looking at the handsome Jonathan Rhys Meyers so I'm posting a new entry.
Nothing new or exciting, let me assure you. I wrote Spidey an email loaded with lots of nasty words insisting that she post to her blog. She is disrupting my morning routine of reading her blog.

Off to work in awhile but I might stop at Panera Bread for a coffee and one of their Asiago CHeeses bagels, sliced and well-toasted. I like my toast well-toasted--none of this lightly- toasted crappola. I WANT BROWN. MAYBE EVEN CHARRED.

Side note to blu and Tree: More fucking tears from Amber--even on Power of 10. haha--she defended Michael Vick when Drew Carey made a joke. She doesn't even know! Dumbass. "I don't know what 'scrutinized' is." Dumbass

Eric's a weasle. Jameka need to live atop a mountain so she can pray and contemplate her naval and/or navel and/or oranges. Jessica and Eric in bed made me vomit a little.

Match Point

This man is beautiful.

I just watched Woody Allen's Match Point starring Scarlett Johannson and Jonathan Rhys Meyers. This man is beautiful---I couldn't take my eyes off of his lips. The movie was very good and you should rent it.

Despite being a pig in his real life, I love the way Woody Allen directs movies. The shots are incredible. He wrote and directed this one and it's set in London. The main theme is how luck plays into life.

Muggy Saturday

I've got four of the six "Things to Do This Weekend" things done already!

1. Clean back porch
2. Clean the bathtub
3. Clean the toilet
4. Clean bathroom and kitchen sinks
5. Go to Target for plastic tubs and cat food
6. Laundry

2, 3, 4, 5 DONE

I'm doing laundry right now and the back porch later or on Sunday.

Since I'm going to win the Powerball jackpot ($300 million) tonight, instead of Spidey. I'm going to give her a consolation prize. I'll send her and BigJoe on a two-week dream vacation anywhere in the world--all expenses and travel money included. (I'm sure they'll pick Indiana to visit since I'm here!)

Where in the world would you go and where would you want to stay? No fair saying a non-specific "Beach", or "Europe," or "Hawaii." Be specific, include a link if you'd like.

And no, Schell--you can't say "Naggypoo's bedroom"!!

Sex at 5:30 in the morning doesn't appeal to me.

Yesterday some of the schools got out early because the heat index was about 106.
Perhaps if school started in September like it's supposed to and not mid-August they'd alleviate this problem.

It's humid.

My husband tried to have sex with me at 5:30 this morning. I don't know about you, but my pussy does not want to be played with at 5:30 in the morning. I told him that if he wanted to have sex at 5:30 in the morning, he'd have to go solo---or maybe I'll suggest that he IM Meme.

Good news: It's Friday.

Bad news: We'll be busy at work.

I hope your day goes well.

More cute cat pictures

The cat climbed up onto a desk and took a nap and just looked darned cute!

5:02 PM

Work sucked.
It's sunny outside.
I'm eating a chunk of hot pepper cheese.

And I await Big Brother tonight because I read on one of the spoiler pages that Jen and Dick have a knock down, drag out--she destroyed all of his cigarettes. He called her "fucking bitch" numerous times. And she took herself off of slop and may be evicted by BB for breaking the rules. She probably won't since she'll more than likely be voted out soon anyway.

This cheese is very good.

Rain

We finally got some rain today.

Rain, rain, rain.

Downpours, actually but man do we need it!

You know you want me to have this

As I've posted before, I enjoy watching House Hunters and especially House Hunters International. Friday I saw a couple searching for an apartment in Portugal. I got online and found THIS HOUSE in Ireland. I want it. And I know you want me to have it too! So cash it your CDs, IRAs and your retirement savings and the money to me. I'd be ever-so- grateful.

Thanks in advance.

Pissed Cat

LP had thrown a sleeping bag up over a book case. Nesta of course jumped up there and fell asleep. I said "Kiki Marie!" and woke her up. She was not amused.

Updates and Stuff

1. The bathroom. The shower, bath, vanity and toilet are functional. BP had to go back to work so he still has to do the ceiling light and vent, the walls and trim. I told him that if I felt like it, I’d clean the baseboards and the door, and paint them. We’ll see.

2. Tomorrow LP and I are meeting my sister for lunch and shopping.

3. My assistant’s husband called her at noon today and told her to high tail it home and take him to the emergency room. She called 911 and got an ambulance to the house. Now you know it’s bad when a man admits to being sick and demands to go to the ER. Turns out his hernia was about ready to burst and his colon (or some other innard part) was twisting around his bowel and if left a few more hours could have ruptured----gangrene—and death. He had emergency surgery. So he’ll be in the hospital for at least 5 days—the second day and the third are the worst and will tell the docs whether or not they’ll have to take him to surgery again. Oy.

4. Remember that Hoosier Raffle I blogged about in June? I bought tickets with my oldest sister and my youngest sister and we won $1000. Split three ways. Hmm. Better than a kick in the ass, I guess.

5. I’m glad it’s Friday night.

For Spidey

My computer at home keeps shutting down when I turn it on, so something's funky. BP said he'd look at it--he said there's dust probably clogging it, so he was going to take the hard drive out to the garage and blow it out---but he's still working on the bathroom.

I used his laptop last night for awhile, but I hate not having a mouse.

I watched Last Comic Standing last night but wasn't too impressed with any of them.

I like your Question of the day thing--but the physical appearance question is interesting. Do most people think they are "average"? I don't think most ugly people will 'fess up to being ugly, and most physically attractive people will probably be too embarrassed to say so for fear of being called conceited.

I see a lot of people throughout the day and I 'd estimate that only 5 to 10% are what I consider attractive. the rest are average-looking, with a few fuglies thrown in.