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For anyone out there who things that my germ-o-phobia is strange, or takes issue with any of my other myriad of quirks (onions, tomatoes, people on the bus sitting too close, whatever else you can add)… here’s someone who’s just as weird as I am. So there.
I threw the shoes away. It was sad, because they were nice, except for the cat pee smell.
 was home sick yesterday with the flu. So last night I got some cleaning done, some sewing, some knitting, and shared chicken tacos with  . She’s been very talkative lately, mostly because she’s stuck on the couch all day long. There’s only so much to watch on cable, and only so many videos worth renting. Her dad is in town this weekend, so that will hopefully help. I’d be bored out of my mind too.
Anyone have any ideas of what to do with a nice pair of brown leather ankle boots that are only slightly chewed on by the cat on the toes? The only thing wrong with them is that they smell like cat pee. Anyone? Bueller?
I went into my closet this morning thinking I’d try wearing them. Last time I wore them was right after I’d done a bunch of de-odoring several pairs of shoes (as well as the floor, etc) from  ‘s behavioral disorder, and I thought they smelled funny all day at work, but wasn’t positive that the smell hadn’t just permanently lodged in my nostrils (that’s a horrifying thought). So I pulled them out today, and wham, hit with it right away.
So those need to go. Especially because I’ll need to buy replacements for them now.  Shoe shopping, while quite frustrating, still, in the end, makes me quite happy.
[Editor's apologies on the quality of this entry]
Brought to you courtesy of the Word Of The Day:
aubade \oh-BAHD\, noun:
A song or poem greeting the dawn; also, a composition suggestive of morning.
Goodmorning, sun that shines so bright
I can’t stay in bed and pretend it’s night
No more clouds to hide behind
Finally Spring as fates designed
Air, stagnant and stale, is blown away
And fresh winds invite me out to play
In grass so green and specked with mud
Under bright blue skies and trees that bud
I wish that I could sleep some more
But cats are pounding on the door
Demanding food and devotion
I slowly move myself to motion
Sun rising and the start of day
Is wonderful in its own way
My affection would be so much greater
If it could come a few hours later
And here’s a good reason not to take stock in astrology…. today’s fortune:
It’s no coincidence that emotions have always been your sign’s specialty. You know how to express them, no matter where you are or who happens to be watching, because it never occurs to you to hold them back. After all, aren’t feelings the best part of being human? Well, that’s debatable, from some of our points of view, but at any rate, when a very strong feeling hits you now, admirably, you won’t think twice before expressing it. You won’t even want to.
Emotions are my specialty? Who knew? Always know how to express them, never occurs to hold back? OK, waaaayyyy off base there. I mean, I’d be a horrible poker player, because I can’t hide what I’m thinking/feeling from my face most of the time. But I feel like, at the same time, I hold back a lot.
I don’t think I’m explaining myself well.
I feel like an old woman today. We grouted ‘s bathroom this weekend, and that means stiff joints and bruised knees and a sore shoulder, and some grunting when getting up and down. We did a lot of walking too, but hopefully that’s alleviated some of the pain my knees would otherwise be feeling, since I’m used to walking. We also… picked out paint, called  to fix her computer, and… watched some movies and ate. Slow-paced weekend. We tried to spend as much time outside as we could, since the weather was relatively nice. Hopefully next weekend it will be warmer, the grass will be visible on the ground, and there will be some mud to play in (mud-Frisbee, anyone?). We did go over to a friends’ house and ate crepes with Nutella with a bunch of people on Friday night. That was fun.
- Glass castle :: in the Sand
- Preserved :: Cryogenically
- Jealousy :: Distrust
- Territory :: Uncharted
- Coffee :: Cake
- Stephen :: King
- Slut ::
- Dynamic :: Duo
- Daybreak :: Dawn
- Dew :: Mountain
- What is your favorite time of year? Any time when the sun is shining and it’s warm enough to not have to wear a jacket. Preferably those times when I can wear a tank top and sandals. (Assuming, of course, that there’s some shade nearby, because as much as I love the sun, it does not love me.)
- What is it about your favorite season that, well, make it your favorite season? In the winter, the days get so short and it’s dark out so much of the day, plus it’s grey and cold, and I just feel like I’m hibernating for months on end, missing out on really living. The sun and the outside and the warmth make me feel alive again.
- What is your least favorite time of year? That time when to work a full 8-hour day, you have to wake up before the sun rises and you get off of work after it has set. I hate that.
- Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of the seasons? No. Minnesota’s kinda weird in that you can’t get too excited when the seasons change (especially winter to spring) because they might quickly change right back. Like the snow yesterday, even though last weekend I walked around without a coat on.
- What’s your favorite thing to do outside? I really like walking. And listening. And taking deep breaths. Frisbee’s fun too.
- What is the easiest money you’ve ever made? Most babysitting jobs I’ve ever had. Even when it was the parents’ group and there were 7 kids ages 3-8, relatively speaking it wasn’t all that hard.
- What is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do to to earn money? It’s a toss-up between when I worked in San Francisco and when I worked in Arizona. In San Francisco, they were long hard days and I made $75/week (so at roughly 6-days a week working 15-hour days, that’s, what, 12-cents an hour?), so in terms of quantity of money made, I definitely worked the hardest for the least amount received. But in Arizona, the work was, like, ten times harder. I made… well, not ten times more than SF, but enough to pay my rent back in Minnesota and a few bills over the summer. I worked harder in Arizona, but earned more. So, I can’t decide.
- Other than money, what is the best inheritance anyone could ever leave you? The piano at ‘s house (though I would argue that it already is mine, I just don’t have possession of it, but not everyone sees it that way).
- Even if you didn’t need to, would you still work? Absolutely not. I know, I’m lazy. I’d volunteer a lot, and I’d do things, but would I work for someone else, definitely not. I’d rather be my own boss and decide what projects are of value and how I should spend my time, and when I can just lay on the hammock wasting the day away.
- What is the most you’ve ever spent for something really dumb? Wow, since most of my life could be classified under “poor financial decisions,” I’m really not sure. I have some items of clothing that cost a lot and weren’t worn nearly enough. I’d love to classify bridesmaids dresses as “really dumb” (since they’re freaking expensive for a one-time-use item). Anything in technology (because usually by the time I can afford it, the technology advances so shortly afterward that my investment is… not nearly as valuable). Cars are just stupid purchases in general because they cost a freaking lot of money and are constantly depreciating. I could go on…
OK, not really, because as I check the calendar it’s only the end of March, and in Minnesota I suppose it’s “allowed” to snow until… mid-April if it really wants to. It’s snowing today. Started while I was walking part of the way to work (no, I didn’t walk the whole way, I just missed a bus and thought I’d take a little stroll until the next one drove by). Still, it’s mite bit colder than I’d like, and it seems like snow is in the forecast for the next few days. Bummer. And here I was looking forward to spring.
Word of the Day:
uxorious: excessively fond of or submissive to a wife.
Lovin’ it!
I just called to schedule a haircut (getting really tired of the split ends – they’re quite… artistic these days), and it was either today at 2:30 or not until the end of next week. And when I get the bug to get it cut, it needs to be done now. Conveniently,  is letting me off for the afternoon. Yay! Just feeling a bit rushed now. Plus, I would have worn a different shirt today if that had been part of the plan (since the turtleneck isn’t exactly the best for haircuts, but whatever). Now I definitely have time for all I need to do today (since a trip to the Yarnery was also slated). Maybe even some yoga (because my neck still hurts).
It’s freezing in the office today! I’m wondering what I can burn to keep a little fire here under my desk to avoid frostbite. Think the smoke detectors will pick that up? Seriously. I’m going out to get some extra-hot coffee, and then I’m going to huddle under my lap quilt like an old woman. And then maybe I’ll blog about my weekend. Maybe. No promises – my fingers are like little icicles here, and all I really want to do is sit on them to keep them warm.
- Sugar rush:: Thirteen
- Chemical:: Imbalance
- Suspension:: Unwarranted
- Defending:: the right to free speech
- Conference:: Call
- Dance:: of the Sugerplums
- Weather:: Report
- Fuel:: for thought (isn’t that supposed to be “food for thought”?)
- Heartbreak:: Ridge
- Insult::
(late start on the memes today – like you cared anyways)
- Are you Irish? Nope. Not a sliver. Even though I have red hair. This is a very hard concept for some people to grasp.
- Are you by any chance wearing green today? Absolutely not. (OK, the band of my underwear might have little green stripes, but that’s totally incidental.)
- What kinds of special things do you do to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day? Nothing. I don’t celebrate. Getting drunk is not exactly my thing. (Well, today a co-worker brought me a cupcake they were giving out in the Skyway, and I ate it, so if that counts….)
- Do you believe in luck? How about fate? Not so much in luck (worked at a church once that really didn’t believe in luck, to the point they couldn’t have “potluck” dinners). And as a matter of semantics, I don’t believe in fate, but I do believe that God has it all planned out, and some would call that fate.
- What would you do if you found a pot of gold? Pay off my student loans. And then move to an island in the tropic.
crap·u·lence n.
- Sickness caused by excessive eating or drinking.
- Excessive indulgence; intemperance.
How are you feeling today? Crapulescent? Crapulous? Crapulent? Who cares – they all sound pretty cool. They all sound better than “craptastic.” And yes, I will be using it in the figurative sense (since having a hangover is so not likely to happen).
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