Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Sunday, June 2, 2013
- nuts and
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Volvo has a mean sense of humor.
I know. I dropped off the face of the earth. Well, not dropped, exactly. More like yanked off the face of the earth. Yes, you guessed it.
No, no. I can't talk about it. It's really too painful. The fear! The uncertainty! The really weird smell! It was---
How can you suggest such a heinous thing!!! Lying? To you, dearest invisible friend? Why, I'm horrified you'd even...suggest....
Okay, fine. I was just lazy. Happy now?
Sunday, November 4, 2012
My landlady was diagnosed with Stage III pancreatic cancer, more than five years ago. Today, she is cancer free and walking a 5K in support of a cure. Roommate and I are walking with her.
She had a 2% chance of survival and she did it.
I think that's reason enough to walk in the rain. In Seattle. In November. I think that's reason enough to wear every scrap of purple I can find and get my face painted. I think that's reason enough to get up ridiculously early on a Sunday morning.
And if it weren't reason enough, the 98% who died, like my ex's mom, would make up the difference.
It's not a new sentiment, or even a particularly pretty one, but all in all, I have to say:
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
1) I renamed lasagna gardening. [I know, I know. You wouldn't have survived not knowing this. Critical stuff here.] After the forty-fifth layer of something....organic. Yes, we'll just call it organic. After the forty-fifth layer of something organic, I was reminded of another layered character. At that very moment, I dubbed my activity "Shrek Gardening." I do recognize that I am opening the door to endless, and annoying, impressions of Donkey, but what to do? Shrek Gardening was dubbed.
2) At one point, I looked over at my dog. All three dogs were keeping me company as I Shrekked away [see, now it's a verb!] and HRH Tuppence Marie had just visited her stylist the previous day. She was all clean and clipped and fluffy and white. She lay there, happily sunning herself, enjoying the beautiful fall day, watching birds wing by and gazing up at a cloudless sky...while draped like the Queen of Sheba across my newly created Shrek garden. I stopped Shrekking to shriek, "That's a FLOWER BED, not a DOG BED!!!!"
I believe the look I got from her could be accurately interpreted as, "Whatevah."
3) While I Shrekked away, Roommate helped with the yard work by doing one of her favorite things: demo. In yard terms, that means pruning some hapless tree or shrub within an inch of its life. I didn't realize that while doing so, Roommate's gardening attire behaved poorly. Her jeans had gotten too loose and wanted to slip downward. Her shirt kept riding up in back. If I had been paying attention, I might have noticed these minor wardrobe malfunctions and therefore not been surprised by Roommate's statement:
"I bet you're glad I put on underwear!"
I know. It was an absolute General Foods International Coffee moment. What else could I do but celebrate that moment in our lives?
Gardening. It's pretty awesome. ALmost as good as underwear.