The Office.
Hated the episode. It was all about Michael outing Oscar. That would have been a good subplot, but as the main story line? No. A Gaydar detector? Isn’t that like five years old? Jim’s left the Scranton Branch? Noooo. Pam looked so forlorn and lost not having anyone else who “gets it.” The writing was superb though. There were some pearls:
1. Creed realizing that he could have had sex with a man. He’s done some wild things in the 60’s . . in the mud. A man “could have slipped in.”
2. Phyllis stating that she’s not a lesbian. She’s engaged to Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration.
3. The woman in Jim’s new office imitating his “looks to the camera.” Priceless.
4. Jim’s head shake and look to the camera when the guy whose calculator he embedded in Jello went ballistic.
5. Dwight’s smirk when Michael asked him why he didn’t think Angela was a lesbian.
This episode: C, Overall A +
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation.
It was a good episode (Part one of two). The back stage of a Cirque show was interesting to see. I loved when Grissom got Sara Sidle lunch. “I got you a veggie burger.” That was very sweet and probably the most romantic thing Grissom could have done for Sara. I love that these two are having an affair. I love the character of Sara Sidle, and I like Grissom, and these two are just perfect for one another. (I know that these characters are fictional so shut the hell up)
Now for the bad news. I was incensed when they ended with Catherine Willows being the apparent victim of a rape by roofies. That's so cliche and it's been done by other shows. They had better bring this to an end to my satisfaction, boy! She went out for a drink and dancing with Nick Stokes (as just friends) Nick scoped out a hottie and asked her to dance. Catherine was enjoying a drink and turned down a drink offered by a guy. As she was getting woozy and disoriented we see Nick, (leaving with said hottie) waving goodbye to her from across the room. Nick Stokes is the compassionate CSI! He feels for the victims and comforts them—that’s his calling card. He would never have left Catherine there without going and talking to her to see if she was alright with him leaving her behind!
On the other hand it was totaling in character that Jim Brass felt uncomfortable with getting a Medal of Valor for being shot. I thought it was cute when he got the date tatttoed on his skin—right beneath the bullet scar.
This episode: B, Overall A +
This is the original CSI. Accept no substitutes
Saturday, September 23, 2006
It's Autumn
A sign that summer's over?
A few nights ago it got down to 40 degrees overnight and now my basil's black. I hate when that happens. Basil doesn't like cold temperatures. I guess I'll have to start buying it from the supermarket--$2.99 for one ounce of fresh herbs. Tragic.
A few nights ago it got down to 40 degrees overnight and now my basil's black. I hate when that happens. Basil doesn't like cold temperatures. I guess I'll have to start buying it from the supermarket--$2.99 for one ounce of fresh herbs. Tragic.
Friday, September 22, 2006
Shoutout
Damn, but I have cute hair. Kasey cut and highlighted my hair yesterday. It was very much long overdue for a 'do. Layered and kind of "stacked" in the back. Have I ever told you that I love Kasey? She's in her 20's and cuts a mean head of hair. She just got married last week too. A big shoutout to my girl. Thanks for giving me cute hair.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
What We Can't Do
This bit of nostalgia is not for you young whippersnappers who read this blog, but for my older, more seasoned, readers.
What We Can't Do in Parking Lots Anymore
Remember when you saw someone walk away from their car and they had left their headlights on? Being the pleasant people we are, we'd call out to them, "Hey! You left your lights on!" They'd smile , kind of smack their heads in a Gee-I-Coulda-Had-a-V8-Moment, and say "Thanks!" and go and flip off their headlights.
You felt good because you had done a Good Deed. The other person felt good because another human being had saved them from a dead battery.
NO MORE!
You say "Hey! You left your lights on," and they turn and snarl "THEY GO OFF AUTOMATICALLY!" and look at you like you were from Outer Space.
Well, Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse the fuck out of me.
What We Can't Do in Parking Lots Anymore
Remember when you saw someone walk away from their car and they had left their headlights on? Being the pleasant people we are, we'd call out to them, "Hey! You left your lights on!" They'd smile , kind of smack their heads in a Gee-I-Coulda-Had-a-V8-Moment, and say "Thanks!" and go and flip off their headlights.
You felt good because you had done a Good Deed. The other person felt good because another human being had saved them from a dead battery.
NO MORE!
You say "Hey! You left your lights on," and they turn and snarl "THEY GO OFF AUTOMATICALLY!" and look at you like you were from Outer Space.
Well, Excuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuse the fuck out of me.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Here you go, Mems
This past Spring BP’s 85 year old Uncle Allen who lives in California announced to his four adult daughters that he wanted to move because, while he has a great pension and is richer than God, his “monthly output was more than his income.” They finally agreed than he could move “somewhere where he has relatives.” Goody. That left either Detroit Michigan where BP’s brother lives, or Indiana where Allen’s sister (BP’s mother) and we live.
A few weeks ago he called BP and asked if we had a car he could borrow (because he’s too cheap to rent one) during his stay while he’s looking for a house to buy, and if he could stay a few days at our house. I don’t mind an overnight guest and told BP this. But we do not have an extra guest bedroom. We have a small house--but a day or two would be fine.
BP picked him up at the airport on September 12, and when they got home and we were talking in the living room, BP offhandedly mentions that Uncle Allen will be here in Indiana a month. I turn slowly in BP’s direction, eyes bugged, (Uncle Al was sitting on the couch where he couldn’t see my face) and mouthed “A MONTH???!!!!!”
Well it turns out that he “only” stayed with us FIVE nights instead of one and he’s staying with his sister most of the rest of the time.
BUT he has allergies which meant our cat had to practically live on the backporch for the entire time, which LP decried as “unfair.”
When we went out to eat, did Uncle Allen take out his wallet and pay even once? Just once??? No, he did not. Did I have to fix his meals? I did for the first two days, then in a phone conversation I told BP “I’m not feeding that old man anymore—either you can fix his meals or he can fend for himself.” Am I a bitch? Hell ,yes I am.
When he took out the Honda, it was “It needs gasoline.”
When we went grocery shopping at Meijer’s he put “a few things” in the cart. We paid, of course. We went by the bottled water aisle and he said, “That’s the biggest con on mankind.” I thought of Verbie!
I thought of Tree too when, after he went out walking around the area one afternoon, he commented, “There are too many churches around here.” He’s an atheist and I told him that if he wants to move to Indiana he’d better get used to it.
Anyway, fish and guests stink after three days. I’m pissed at his daughters too. All four of them are wealthy and have fabulous jobs and ONE of them could have accompanied him here to see that he’s set up and has everything he needs.
To top it off, when he left for my mother-in-law’s he never said “Thank You” “Kiss My ass” or anything.
It rolled off of BP’s back “He’s old,” “He comes from the cheapskate part of the family.” Etc. BP said that I got “Good wifely points.” BFD
A few weeks ago he called BP and asked if we had a car he could borrow (because he’s too cheap to rent one) during his stay while he’s looking for a house to buy, and if he could stay a few days at our house. I don’t mind an overnight guest and told BP this. But we do not have an extra guest bedroom. We have a small house--but a day or two would be fine.
BP picked him up at the airport on September 12, and when they got home and we were talking in the living room, BP offhandedly mentions that Uncle Allen will be here in Indiana a month. I turn slowly in BP’s direction, eyes bugged, (Uncle Al was sitting on the couch where he couldn’t see my face) and mouthed “A MONTH???!!!!!”
Well it turns out that he “only” stayed with us FIVE nights instead of one and he’s staying with his sister most of the rest of the time.
BUT he has allergies which meant our cat had to practically live on the backporch for the entire time, which LP decried as “unfair.”
When we went out to eat, did Uncle Allen take out his wallet and pay even once? Just once??? No, he did not. Did I have to fix his meals? I did for the first two days, then in a phone conversation I told BP “I’m not feeding that old man anymore—either you can fix his meals or he can fend for himself.” Am I a bitch? Hell ,yes I am.
When he took out the Honda, it was “It needs gasoline.”
When we went grocery shopping at Meijer’s he put “a few things” in the cart. We paid, of course. We went by the bottled water aisle and he said, “That’s the biggest con on mankind.” I thought of Verbie!
I thought of Tree too when, after he went out walking around the area one afternoon, he commented, “There are too many churches around here.” He’s an atheist and I told him that if he wants to move to Indiana he’d better get used to it.
Anyway, fish and guests stink after three days. I’m pissed at his daughters too. All four of them are wealthy and have fabulous jobs and ONE of them could have accompanied him here to see that he’s set up and has everything he needs.
To top it off, when he left for my mother-in-law’s he never said “Thank You” “Kiss My ass” or anything.
It rolled off of BP’s back “He’s old,” “He comes from the cheapskate part of the family.” Etc. BP said that I got “Good wifely points.” BFD
Monday, September 18, 2006
Richer beyond my wildest dreams
Last year I bought one share of Martha Stewart Omnimedia stock from oneshare.com.
Well today I got my first dividend check in the mail and who-eeeeeee doggie my ship came in!
The total dividend was a whopping fifty cents. They took out fourteen cents for federal taxes so the check was for thirty-six cents. I'm going to frame it and mess up their bookkeeping.
Well today I got my first dividend check in the mail and who-eeeeeee doggie my ship came in!
The total dividend was a whopping fifty cents. They took out fourteen cents for federal taxes so the check was for thirty-six cents. I'm going to frame it and mess up their bookkeeping.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
small annoyances
I'm just not up to posting about the Uncle Allen ordeal. It's a long story, but I will tell you about it at a later date. With her cell phone post, blu got me thinking about other things that annoy me, so here's my list.
Small annoyances
Cheap people.
People who don’t flush public toilets.
Cashiers who don’t say “thank you” at the end of a transaction. A “Have a good day (like that’s sincere,) or handing you the bag with a “There you go” don’t cut it.
People who put the milk carton back in the fridge when there’s only a drop left in the carton.
People who emit a hand-covered cough right before they go to shake your hand.
That glob of gunk that forms on the pump end of hand lotion when it sits too long.
People who walk their dogs and let them poop on your lawn or the sidewalk but don’t clean it up.
When I go to use a flashlight and the batteries are dead.
Men who shake your hand and start pumping and your whole arm shakes.
People who spit when they talk.
The fact that DVDs have that tight wrapping and that security strip and you have to go and find a knife to cut it opened.
Pens that run out of ink in mid sentence.
Junk mail.
People who call and say “Guess who this is.”
Small annoyances
Cheap people.
People who don’t flush public toilets.
Cashiers who don’t say “thank you” at the end of a transaction. A “Have a good day (like that’s sincere,) or handing you the bag with a “There you go” don’t cut it.
People who put the milk carton back in the fridge when there’s only a drop left in the carton.
People who emit a hand-covered cough right before they go to shake your hand.
That glob of gunk that forms on the pump end of hand lotion when it sits too long.
People who walk their dogs and let them poop on your lawn or the sidewalk but don’t clean it up.
When I go to use a flashlight and the batteries are dead.
Men who shake your hand and start pumping and your whole arm shakes.
People who spit when they talk.
The fact that DVDs have that tight wrapping and that security strip and you have to go and find a knife to cut it opened.
Pens that run out of ink in mid sentence.
Junk mail.
People who call and say “Guess who this is.”
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Communicator/Reading List
Of course I'm not going to take Sparky's advice(so you can stop reading now Sparks and save yourself aggrevation) about psychiatry (hasn't the dumbass figured out I'm a Scientologist after all?) but since my Big 5-0 is going to come before the year's end, I've been making a list of things I want to accomplish over the next five years. Those of you who are in my age-range--remember the Soviet Union's infamous Five Year Plans? They'd have Five Year Plans, and more Five Year Plans, but I don't think anything was ever accomplished until the Great Communicator Ronald Wilson Reagan brought down Communism! YAY R.W.R!! What a Communicator he was:
RWR: Mommy, remember my heyday in movies?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: I was quite the actor wasn't I?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: I was handsome and debonair. Right?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: Did I ever win an Oscar, Mommy.
Nancy: (sadly, yet adoringly) No, Dear.
RWR: Was I married to you or Jane Wyman when I was in Bonzo?
Nancy: (gritting teeth) It's time for dinner, Dear. Dessert is your favorite! Applesauce!
Anyway, I digress. As part as my 5-0, on my LIST OF THINGS TO DO OVER A FIVE YEAR PERIOD, I'm making a list of books I want to read and/or reread. So if you will, please list four or five of your favorites (or ones that you've been meaning to read, even.) List them here or email me at EmmaWrites@aol.com . I am thanking you.
RWR: Mommy, remember my heyday in movies?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: I was quite the actor wasn't I?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: I was handsome and debonair. Right?
Nancy:(adoringly) Yes, Dear.
RWR: Did I ever win an Oscar, Mommy.
Nancy: (sadly, yet adoringly) No, Dear.
RWR: Was I married to you or Jane Wyman when I was in Bonzo?
Nancy: (gritting teeth) It's time for dinner, Dear. Dessert is your favorite! Applesauce!
Anyway, I digress. As part as my 5-0, on my LIST OF THINGS TO DO OVER A FIVE YEAR PERIOD, I'm making a list of books I want to read and/or reread. So if you will, please list four or five of your favorites (or ones that you've been meaning to read, even.) List them here or email me at EmmaWrites@aol.com . I am thanking you.
Sunday, September 10, 2006
I’m getting to be more and more like Barbara. Barbara is a woman who works at the same company as I do. A friend, Marcella, gave Barbara some old jigsaw puzzles because she’d heard that B loved them. Right there in the corridor B started crying about how kind Marcella was. I once told B that BP had gotten 6 bags of mulch and potting soil for me from Menard’s and hauled it all over the garden for me. She teared up and said it was a sweet thing for a husband to do. Someone else complimented her on her recent weight loss and again her eyes welled up. Hormones? Maybe.
Anyway, that’s me lately. I teared up after reading that Maira Kalman NY Times stuff that Tree sent. I well up when I see butterflies and hummingbirds, and when LP brings home a good school paper (maybe because that’s so rare!) I get misty when I see an old couple holding hands at the mall, or when that goddamn Prego commercial is on TV—the one with the melancholy violin music. Even when I read Spidey’s account of her recent weekend in the woods.
It seems that this happens when I see/read about GOOD things, not about the bad stuff. Maybe I need some stimulants! Just call me Babs. Arghh.
Anyway, that’s me lately. I teared up after reading that Maira Kalman NY Times stuff that Tree sent. I well up when I see butterflies and hummingbirds, and when LP brings home a good school paper (maybe because that’s so rare!) I get misty when I see an old couple holding hands at the mall, or when that goddamn Prego commercial is on TV—the one with the melancholy violin music. Even when I read Spidey’s account of her recent weekend in the woods.
It seems that this happens when I see/read about GOOD things, not about the bad stuff. Maybe I need some stimulants! Just call me Babs. Arghh.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Bucky, Bobby and Albuquerquerequereeeeeeee
1. A man named “Bucky” on the FBI’s most wanted list just strikes me as funny.
They caught him yesterday. Apparently he has quite a loyal following.
2. I am listening to Bob Dylan’s Modern Times. Can you say “GENIUS”? I dare anyone to listen to "Spirit on the Water" and not a) tap her foot, and b) well up with tears. Maybe it’s my hormones. I looked on His website (I capitalize “his” because Dylan is God) trying to find the printed lyrics to Modern Times and they’re not up yet. I want Congress to pass a law making lyrics in CDs mandatory. I bought the “LIMITED EDITION” version with a bonus CD. I’m special don’t you know.
His voice is so powerful and melodic (shaddup Kath, I don’t need you saying “I like Dylan’s music but his voice sux.”) Keep your mean anti-Dylan comments off my blog. OR ELSE! ; )
3. Not much happening in the Writes household: BP’s in Albuquerquerequereeeeeeee, and LP stayed the night with Eric. They supposedly went to a football game. He should be home at noon and then he gets to mow the lawn and clean his room. We’ll see how that goes. Me? I’m doing errands today and washing clothes.
They caught him yesterday. Apparently he has quite a loyal following.
2. I am listening to Bob Dylan’s Modern Times. Can you say “GENIUS”? I dare anyone to listen to "Spirit on the Water" and not a) tap her foot, and b) well up with tears. Maybe it’s my hormones. I looked on His website (I capitalize “his” because Dylan is God) trying to find the printed lyrics to Modern Times and they’re not up yet. I want Congress to pass a law making lyrics in CDs mandatory. I bought the “LIMITED EDITION” version with a bonus CD. I’m special don’t you know.
His voice is so powerful and melodic (shaddup Kath, I don’t need you saying “I like Dylan’s music but his voice sux.”) Keep your mean anti-Dylan comments off my blog. OR ELSE! ; )
3. Not much happening in the Writes household: BP’s in Albuquerquerequereeeeeeee, and LP stayed the night with Eric. They supposedly went to a football game. He should be home at noon and then he gets to mow the lawn and clean his room. We’ll see how that goes. Me? I’m doing errands today and washing clothes.
Friday, September 08, 2006
The moon looked absolutely gorgeous this morning!
I have been cheating on BP.
For the last three evenings around 7pm I sit out on my front porch and wait for Mister Hummingbird to come by. Again, last night, he did not disappoint. There is a butterfly bush right near my front porch and hummers must love them too because this guy flew from long flower to long flower sucking nectar. Insatiable. At one point, it got about three inches away from my face and just hovered. I love looking at hummingbirds.
Although my garden looks pretty tired, it’s really alive with butterflies, moths, hummers and yellow finches. Yesterday evening a huge ass raven—it was as big as a cat!-- was bathing in the bird bath.
Oh, and the one-eared black cat that my neighbor Bill feeds and waters left me a present on my back porch. A dead mouse. I asked LP to get a shovel out of the shed so I could scoop it up. I saw Bill out on his deck so I told him that his cat accidentally left a gift for him on my porch. He laughed and said, “That’s okay….you can have it!”
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Kath sent me a wonderful interview with Angela Kinsey who plays Angela on The Office. It's terrific so I thought I'd share. Thanks Kath!
Uptight Angela
Uptight Angela
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
suri with the fringed top
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BP's 86-year old uncle is coming to visit and "stay awhile."
Don't ask me what that means. He lives in California
and wants to move to Indiana because it's cheaper to live here.
The man has his four daughters in California who
have offered assistance, both monetary and otherwise,
but he's being stubborn I guess. So he's coming out here
to see how the cold weather affects his asthma.
(It's not cold here yet so I'm thinking he'll stay thru
Thanksgiving at least.)
He'll probably stay most of the time with my mother-in-law.
He wants to buy a house here and that's what he'll spend
his time on--house hunting. It's got to have plenty of room
and a garage. He has more tools than BP--if that's possible.
He has a veritable library of engineering and technical books
(He's a retired engineer.) He said he wants to join a dance club.
Quite the lady's man. My m-i-l thinks the reason he wants
to move out here is to get away from one of his
girlfriends. He's the uncle we visited on our
California trip two years ago.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Monday: A Day off work
We had a nice time with my sister yesterday. We let LP pick the restaurant and of course he picked PF Chang’s. He loves that place—loves their steamed dumplings and orange peel chicken. I like their flavored iced tea (I think it’s mango.) Anyway I had the shrimp lo mein, and Lexus had some kind of spicy chicken.
Then she took LP shopping. Nowadays his favorite stores are Finish Line (for the sneakers—he got four pairs) and Man Alive for the shirts, jackets and jeans (which he got a boatload.)
I sat in the mall with a cup of Costa Rican coffee from Barney’s while they went into a record store. I saw three teenaged girls, obviously together, walking down the mall and they all had their cell phones glued to their ears. Walking with their friends yet talking to other friends (?) at the same time. Sigh. I don’t get it. This generation will all be deaf before they’re sixty. Mark my words on that.
Anyway I got a cool black Cole Haan purse and my sissy bought me Bob Dylan’s new CD Modern Times which I’m going to listen to today while house cleaning.
Yesterday when we got home I dug up two gigantic overgrown lavender plants that had grown into bushes and planted some Shasta Daisies, coneflowers, an iceberg rose, and Veronica that I’d dug up from various other places around the garden. Afterwards I was sweaty and hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire. (NotFan can steal that line for her next book.)
Today, if the weather cooperates, I need to dig up this overgrown sedum that flops in the middle and some bronze fennel and get rid of it. I have three potted scabiosa pincushion plants that I need to find homes for before weather gets cold, and I think they’ll go nicely in that spot.
Then she took LP shopping. Nowadays his favorite stores are Finish Line (for the sneakers—he got four pairs) and Man Alive for the shirts, jackets and jeans (which he got a boatload.)
I sat in the mall with a cup of Costa Rican coffee from Barney’s while they went into a record store. I saw three teenaged girls, obviously together, walking down the mall and they all had their cell phones glued to their ears. Walking with their friends yet talking to other friends (?) at the same time. Sigh. I don’t get it. This generation will all be deaf before they’re sixty. Mark my words on that.
Anyway I got a cool black Cole Haan purse and my sissy bought me Bob Dylan’s new CD Modern Times which I’m going to listen to today while house cleaning.
Yesterday when we got home I dug up two gigantic overgrown lavender plants that had grown into bushes and planted some Shasta Daisies, coneflowers, an iceberg rose, and Veronica that I’d dug up from various other places around the garden. Afterwards I was sweaty and hotter than a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire. (NotFan can steal that line for her next book.)
Today, if the weather cooperates, I need to dig up this overgrown sedum that flops in the middle and some bronze fennel and get rid of it. I have three potted scabiosa pincushion plants that I need to find homes for before weather gets cold, and I think they’ll go nicely in that spot.
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