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by JaneAll You Never Knew You Needed to Know... and Then Some
August 20 Felony assault, for sureThis morning as I headed toward the master bath to zip through my pre-work beauty routine, I was assaulted by a horrific cloud of post-intestinal Indian Curry odor. My toenails curled and my shadow (PepperAnn) whimpered as we popped a quick 180 and ran for the safety of the hallway.. where we met up with the alledged source.
I said "Dude! Have you no mercy? THAT toxicity coming from the bathroom is exactly the reason some brilliant woman invented the vent fan. For the sake of keeping the paint on the walls, please use it!"
Notice I said please.
I think Homer started to apologize but caught himself and took the more traveled route. "I can't do anything right in your eyes, can I?"
Well, as long as he'd opened that door, I was about to mention the fact that he only poured me a measly little half glass of Diet Dew to lure me out of bed this morning, when he jumped in with "I even gave you all of the Dew this morning while I drank the ice tea that I planned to take to work instead."
"Um, hun-nee... there was a full 2-liter bottle in the door of the fridge and you can take those cold-brew tea bags to work and make yourself some ice tea in like, 5 minutes." I rebutted.
He looked like he was thinking and opened his mouth... but it was just a false alarm.
Case rests.
'IN YOUR EYES' shall be stricken from the record.
August 15 Title goes here... when I think of oneI rode my bike to work again today. I'm not saying that to brag, just to introduce you to the special kind of lazy that is Jane. The reason I rode my bike is because I could not pry myself out of bed at 6 o'clock this morning and drive Omega to practice - a 20 minute round trip. Noooo, instead I lounged in bed... but didn't sleep... for another hour and then got up and rode my dam bike for nearly an hour, to get to work... where I sat until eventually I rode another hour home. I'm really glad it's Friday. My laziness is starting to catch up with me.
Speaking of lazy, I've been doing very little with my spare time this week besides watching the Olympics. In true Armchair Olympian fashion, I have some observations to share about this week's games.
1. I might know the secret to all of Michael Phelps' success.
I think maybe he got his body from Pixar...
... how could he lose if he's part Mr.Incredible?
2. NBC, it would be so helpful if your could put subtitles on Bella Karolyi when he gets excited. I caught about every 5th word that he uttered last night. You might consider a seat belt as well.
3. Is anyone else getting a little bit sick of beach volleyball? Is that really the only choice night after night? Okay, at least they could do more MEN'S beach volleyball.
4. This one is a bit delicate and I probably shouldn't even bring it up for fear of getting nasty-grams from internet America, but since I can't help myself, I will. Do we really need to sit through 2 or 3 minutes of primetime while every gold medal winner stands on the platform and they play the national anthem? Frankly, the athletes look a bit uncomfortable with the international camera in their faces.
5. Does anyone know why the swimming medals are different from the gymnastics medals? The swimming medals look like they are half plastic while Nastia's looks like solid gold. Inquiring minds....
There's probably more but I'm out of time so send in YOUR questions and comments.
You all have a top notch weekend!
Peace... Love... Cheesecake!
August 14 Thoroughly ThursdayI wish I could think of something interesting to write about but it’s definitely been a slow news week at the Why’s. Homer is having boat issues – still. This all stems from the big boat-mudding fiasco last fall. Who knew that forcing your boat through a 2’ deep inlet would burn up the engine? Not Homer. The engine was totally rebuilt but seems to have lost half of its horses. Every time the boat doctors try to fix it, they only make it worse. He has wisely chosen NOT to let his frustrations show around me because he knows that I am all too willing to pull out the dummy hat and place it squarely on his head – still. Alpha is just playing the college-student –in-waiting. She’s excited and nervous, I think, but is ready to take on the campus. I think she is mostly excited to be away from the high school dress code police. She and her short-shorts are soooooo ready for ‘higher’ ed. Omega has been busting cheers all week. They have 6am to noon practices every day. By the time she finishes her daily power tanning, and takes a nap, it’s time to call me at work and ask what we’re having for dinner and tell me about the many things I totally need to get done… for her. Okay, it’s seriously not as bad as my attitude and it might just be some sort of mom-issue. This morning at 5:45 when I heard her come into our room and wake Homer to tell him that he needed to move his truck so she could get out, I woke from my coma just enough to panic at the thought of my baby girl driving off on her own. It’s not even close to the first time, but in my drowsy state, it took me quite a while to convince myself that she isn’t 12 anymore. Jane is 4 for 4 on bicycle commuting this week – 100 miles so far. See above paragraph for where my car is going. I made it to work in a record 45 minutes today! I am even proud to say that I transported a LINEN blouse to work and it doesn’t even look like I slept in it! I think I am getting darn good at this. Of course I am, now that I only have a week of it left. I think that once school starts on the 25th, the roads will be too scary and the train too crowded, so here’s my plan: I am going to hitch a ride with Alpha in the morning, at *yawn* 7 a.m. and then ride my bike home at 4ish – before rush hour. At least for as long as the weather holds which could be Thanksgiving… or October. Then I expect I will just blow up like a blimp from lack of exercise. I am also rather peeved to report that, here in Why-land, gas is still going for about $4.10 a gallon. This is a bit hard to understand because we have a huge refinery on the edge of town which is supplied via pipeline yet we are paying like $.30 a gallon more than most of the country. The state Guy-in-charge-of-gas says it’s the stations that are holding the prices up. Asses. If only we could fill our tanks via the internet. Besides the fact that I’ve cut my gas consumption by about half, I’m protesting by not buying ANYTHING but gas when I fill my tank. Okay, it doesn’t sound like much to you but it’s quite the sacrifice for ME! No soda… no gum – I always need gum – and NO PEANUT BUTTER M&M’s. Shoot me now. August 13 um.... really.Boy when you all are right, you are right.
It had beend quite a few years since I watched Kim Possible
and I sure don't remember the rat but, yes indeedy, there it is...
coming out of his shirt?
Am I the only one who thinks this is WAY weird?
And, as long I'm in a questionish mood,
does anyone know why my Space colors have spontaneously changed?
Perhaps MSN judged my color scheme too offensive? August 12 Yes, life could be worse...I got this little gem from Jeankfl and I was so inspired by its message that
I didn't want to take the chance that any of you might have missed it.
I think it's good reminder for all of us.
This little animal is called the Naked Mole-Rat and is from Africa.
If you are having a bad day and
feeling sorry for yourself, remember:
You could look like a penis with buck teeth.
After reading Mailladay's comment, I began to wonder if maybe someone was pulling our legs or that this was something that bored teenagers dreamed up to make their parents look silly... so I googled.
Happy to say, it's true - naked mole-rats are fer real.
Here's another picture of the little darlings.
So, my next thought is OMG, can you imagine if you saw one of these running across your backyard???
Personally, I'd swear off the drink for quite a while.
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