Seriously. This summer makes me want to stab Mark Twain in the eye with a spork. I don't care if he didn't say it, it'll make me fell better, dammit.
July & August is typically not our best weather (that comes in October). We typically have morning clouds that burn off around 9-ish and highs in the low to mid 70s around the Bay, then the fog rolls back in around 6-ish or so and lather, rinse, repeat.
I say typically, because this year, July & August have been January & February only without the rain. Silver lining is low fire danger. Hooray... (note sarcasm)
Not that I like wild fires, mind you. I'm just cranky about the weather.
July & August is typically not our best weather (that comes in October). We typically have morning clouds that burn off around 9-ish and highs in the low to mid 70s around the Bay, then the fog rolls back in around 6-ish or so and lather, rinse, repeat.
I say typically, because this year, July & August have been January & February only without the rain. Silver lining is low fire danger. Hooray... (note sarcasm)
Not that I like wild fires, mind you. I'm just cranky about the weather.
Saw Salt and Despicable Me the last two days. Both were good, not great. Salt was good in a Transporter, Action Porn kind of way, and I got to look at Angelina, so I'm not seeing a down side.
Despicable Me was cute and funny and pulled a bit on the ol' heart strings. I didn't think it was worth the 3D price, but I'm not a huge fan of 3D movies in general. I dislike the glasses and the fishbowl effect and don't think it really adds anything to the movie except for a minor whiz-bang factor. Fact is, my brain automatically translates the 2D images on the screen to 3D anyway. The fact that it looks like a half dozen things are floating in front of me doesn't really excite me, ya know?
We've almost gotten the house cleaned out, still need to sell the furniture and stuff. I feel like we're actually making progress now that all the closets and nooks and crannies have been emptied.
Seriously, we found boxes (plural) of magazines from 1958 and 1959. They moved into that house in 1969. I have no words.
The dog hasn't had to go to the vet in over a week! I'm calling it a win.
Also, wtf was the deal with Chelsea Clinton's wedding? Did anybody aside from the media give a shit? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand... why wasn't there that type of coverage of Jenna Bush's wedding in 2008? Hmmmmm I wonder...
Oh, and I'm sure all those famous people invited were Chelsea and What's-his-face's close personal friends. Dear loved ones whose presence (presents?) would have been sorely missed if they hadn't come...
Bitches, please.
In all honesty, and for the sake of full disclosure here, I have never cared for weddings. My wedding was Do You? I Do. Here's a ring. Let's eat! And? I was the frickin HOST OF THE PARTY! Anyone on my friends list reading this who isn't married, listen up: If you invite people to celebrate your marriage, you are their host. You are not a princess and it is not YOUR DAY. Seriously, women need to get over themselves and enjoy the fucking party.
But I digress...
Now that Doyle is divorcing his batshit crazy wife, we've been talking a lot more. It is great to have him back as a friend. It's funny how things work out sometimes. I missed him more than I realized.
Got our Cal tix the other day. It tickles me that one of our out of conference games is Colorado. The Pac 12 is going to take some getting used to, and you know how I dislike change...
God I hope the Raiders aren't a dumpster fire this year. I figure if our coach doesn't break any of his assistants' jaws, and our quarterback doesn't get high on cough syrup, we might be mediocre. Hooray low standards!
Despicable Me was cute and funny and pulled a bit on the ol' heart strings. I didn't think it was worth the 3D price, but I'm not a huge fan of 3D movies in general. I dislike the glasses and the fishbowl effect and don't think it really adds anything to the movie except for a minor whiz-bang factor. Fact is, my brain automatically translates the 2D images on the screen to 3D anyway. The fact that it looks like a half dozen things are floating in front of me doesn't really excite me, ya know?
We've almost gotten the house cleaned out, still need to sell the furniture and stuff. I feel like we're actually making progress now that all the closets and nooks and crannies have been emptied.
Seriously, we found boxes (plural) of magazines from 1958 and 1959. They moved into that house in 1969. I have no words.
The dog hasn't had to go to the vet in over a week! I'm calling it a win.
Also, wtf was the deal with Chelsea Clinton's wedding? Did anybody aside from the media give a shit? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand... why wasn't there that type of coverage of Jenna Bush's wedding in 2008? Hmmmmm I wonder...
Oh, and I'm sure all those famous people invited were Chelsea and What's-his-face's close personal friends. Dear loved ones whose presence (presents?) would have been sorely missed if they hadn't come...
Bitches, please.
In all honesty, and for the sake of full disclosure here, I have never cared for weddings. My wedding was Do You? I Do. Here's a ring. Let's eat! And? I was the frickin HOST OF THE PARTY! Anyone on my friends list reading this who isn't married, listen up: If you invite people to celebrate your marriage, you are their host. You are not a princess and it is not YOUR DAY. Seriously, women need to get over themselves and enjoy the fucking party.
But I digress...
Now that Doyle is divorcing his batshit crazy wife, we've been talking a lot more. It is great to have him back as a friend. It's funny how things work out sometimes. I missed him more than I realized.
Got our Cal tix the other day. It tickles me that one of our out of conference games is Colorado. The Pac 12 is going to take some getting used to, and you know how I dislike change...
God I hope the Raiders aren't a dumpster fire this year. I figure if our coach doesn't break any of his assistants' jaws, and our quarterback doesn't get high on cough syrup, we might be mediocre. Hooray low standards!
Our puppy enjoys costing us money. I'm starting to seriously believe this. He hurt his back some time late Tuesday, early Wednesday. By Wednesday night he was whining in pain anytime he had to move. First thing Thursday morning, Hubby takes him to the vet.
Puppy is an energetic fuzz ball charming the nurses and eagerly taking liver treats from the vet. Vet doesn't know what's wrong. Says he probably just did the doggy version of throwing your back out, and now he's getting better.
$77.00.
Sigh...
other than that, everything's good. Vegas was super fun (duh) and the A's took 2 out of 3 against the Red Sox. I'm ignoring the NFL at the moment. The Raiders have fooled me before... although without DeMarcus I am feeling cautiously optimistic. I'm so gullible. Cal is a mystery to me. SC's unfortunate sanctions (snickers) notwithstanding. I'm trying to not be so gullible... nope, still not working. WE'RE GOING TO THE ROSE BOWL FOR SURE!!!!
ahem...
I'm better now.
Have a great weekend peeps! See ya on the flip side.
Puppy is an energetic fuzz ball charming the nurses and eagerly taking liver treats from the vet. Vet doesn't know what's wrong. Says he probably just did the doggy version of throwing your back out, and now he's getting better.
$77.00.
Sigh...
other than that, everything's good. Vegas was super fun (duh) and the A's took 2 out of 3 against the Red Sox. I'm ignoring the NFL at the moment. The Raiders have fooled me before... although without DeMarcus I am feeling cautiously optimistic. I'm so gullible. Cal is a mystery to me. SC's unfortunate sanctions (snickers) notwithstanding. I'm trying to not be so gullible... nope, still not working. WE'RE GOING TO THE ROSE BOWL FOR SURE!!!!
ahem...
I'm better now.
Have a great weekend peeps! See ya on the flip side.
The pasty part of this sucks... I am 79% addicted to bacon. I'm wondering how that breaks down. Is it top to bottom, or a percentage of the whole or what?
I think it would be cool if all of my but my feet were addicted to bacon. The rest of me would go on a bacon binge and my feet would sigh quietly and start planning the intervention.
I think it would be cool if all of my but my feet were addicted to bacon. The rest of me would go on a bacon binge and my feet would sigh quietly and start planning the intervention.
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Hubby took Puppy for a walk day before yesterday and while he was sniffing around in the park (as dogs are wont to do) he found himself a chicken bone. He swallowed half of it before Hubby to get it from him.
And I can totally understand why someone would leave a chicken bone in the grass. It was probably entirely too far to walk the TEN FEET to the garbage can. Seriously, the park is not that large and there are no fewer than seven garbage cans. The bone was probably too heavy to carry that far...
We gave him a hamburger bun (with some hamburger in it, cuz that's how we roll) and kept our eye on him. The bread is supposed to wrap around the bone like fur would if he were a wolf eating Bambi. *nods*
So this morning he was super lethargic getting out of his crate and then he vomited. Hubby cancelled taking the car in for service and took Puppy into to the vet. After xrays and exams, they think the vomiting was from the burger and not the chicken bone and he's fine.
So, what have we learned? We already knew this dog was a freaking money pit, so not that, although it was once again confirmed. We learned that chicken bones rarely cause problems (but still don't give them to the dog) and that while Puppy can eat In 'n Out burgers until the cows come home (we don't have cows, calm down), his delicate tummy can't tolerate Sonic burgers.
And before you get all excited, we order them plain. Just meat and bread. We are aware that he's spoiled. And a touch over weight (or not, depending on which vet we talk to).
So in the end, if it hadn't been for the chicken bone we would have been all, really? You puked? On the carpet? Why can't you puke in the kitchen? and that would have been that.
Stupid chicken bone.
And I can totally understand why someone would leave a chicken bone in the grass. It was probably entirely too far to walk the TEN FEET to the garbage can. Seriously, the park is not that large and there are no fewer than seven garbage cans. The bone was probably too heavy to carry that far...
We gave him a hamburger bun (with some hamburger in it, cuz that's how we roll) and kept our eye on him. The bread is supposed to wrap around the bone like fur would if he were a wolf eating Bambi. *nods*
So this morning he was super lethargic getting out of his crate and then he vomited. Hubby cancelled taking the car in for service and took Puppy into to the vet. After xrays and exams, they think the vomiting was from the burger and not the chicken bone and he's fine.
So, what have we learned? We already knew this dog was a freaking money pit, so not that, although it was once again confirmed. We learned that chicken bones rarely cause problems (but still don't give them to the dog) and that while Puppy can eat In 'n Out burgers until the cows come home (we don't have cows, calm down), his delicate tummy can't tolerate Sonic burgers.
And before you get all excited, we order them plain. Just meat and bread. We are aware that he's spoiled. And a touch over weight (or not, depending on which vet we talk to).
So in the end, if it hadn't been for the chicken bone we would have been all, really? You puked? On the carpet? Why can't you puke in the kitchen? and that would have been that.
Stupid chicken bone.
Really, NSFW. Seriously. The only Lyrics are RIVERSIDE MOTHERFUCKER! but I just love the music. Totally obsessed atm. I think I want this as my ringtone ^_^
Previously, on Jeni's World...
*montage of FIL passing away, starting to clean out his house, getting back in touch with Doyle and a few trips to Vegas*
So, while a lot has happened, a lot has stayed the same. We are slowly but surely cleaning out the house at Fairview. The garage is a freakin mess. The amount of rat poop is disgusting. FIL had bags and bags of bird seed that we didn't know was there. Apparently, the rats knew.
Dana found a box of original Transformers. Did you know that they used to be made of dye-cast metal? We've also found piles and piles of just straight up garbage. Like, why would you keep the plastic bag the sheets came in? Seriously? Why would you need that? More over, why would you need seven of them? Also? The man had Proactiv. You know, the anti-acne stuff Diddy and Jessica Simpson hocked before they were famous-ish. What does an 80 year old man without acne need with Proactiv? There's a lot more stuff like that, but frankly I've blocked it from my mind. I will stay saner this way, believe me. It's mind boggling what he bought and what he saved.
I am boggled...
So we've gotten to the point where Junk King can come and haul away all the big crap and we can have the estate sale and then actually start the remodel. Dana's having fun planning his new kitchen. We already know we need to redo the electrical, and there's a ton of plumbing work that needs to be done, and some water damage that needs to be repaired (the shower pan in the 2nd floor bathroom has been leaking for as long as I've known Dana), I'm just hoping the inspector doesn't find a ton of shit wrong with the structure of the house that we don't know about.
The dog is still a dick to other people, but he's getting a little better with the help of frequent walks in the park and lots of liver cookies when other people are around. Not great, and I still wouldn't trust him around children or other dogs, but baby steps, ya know?
I've been trading emails with Doyle. He's moved to Hawaii and is in the process of divorcing crazypants. He was always too good for her. hrmmm... I wonder if she still checks on my lj? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone say hi to the crazy lady! *waves*
What else?
Bosslady is still amazingly dim and spaztastic. Vegas is still our vacation of choice (we'll be there on Friday as a matter of fact) and I'm still a conservative living in the People's Republic of San Francisco.
and I think that's about it. Remind me if I've forgotten anything ;)
*montage of FIL passing away, starting to clean out his house, getting back in touch with Doyle and a few trips to Vegas*
So, while a lot has happened, a lot has stayed the same. We are slowly but surely cleaning out the house at Fairview. The garage is a freakin mess. The amount of rat poop is disgusting. FIL had bags and bags of bird seed that we didn't know was there. Apparently, the rats knew.
Dana found a box of original Transformers. Did you know that they used to be made of dye-cast metal? We've also found piles and piles of just straight up garbage. Like, why would you keep the plastic bag the sheets came in? Seriously? Why would you need that? More over, why would you need seven of them? Also? The man had Proactiv. You know, the anti-acne stuff Diddy and Jessica Simpson hocked before they were famous-ish. What does an 80 year old man without acne need with Proactiv? There's a lot more stuff like that, but frankly I've blocked it from my mind. I will stay saner this way, believe me. It's mind boggling what he bought and what he saved.
I am boggled...
So we've gotten to the point where Junk King can come and haul away all the big crap and we can have the estate sale and then actually start the remodel. Dana's having fun planning his new kitchen. We already know we need to redo the electrical, and there's a ton of plumbing work that needs to be done, and some water damage that needs to be repaired (the shower pan in the 2nd floor bathroom has been leaking for as long as I've known Dana), I'm just hoping the inspector doesn't find a ton of shit wrong with the structure of the house that we don't know about.
The dog is still a dick to other people, but he's getting a little better with the help of frequent walks in the park and lots of liver cookies when other people are around. Not great, and I still wouldn't trust him around children or other dogs, but baby steps, ya know?
I've been trading emails with Doyle. He's moved to Hawaii and is in the process of divorcing crazypants. He was always too good for her. hrmmm... I wonder if she still checks on my lj? Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised. Everyone say hi to the crazy lady! *waves*
What else?
Bosslady is still amazingly dim and spaztastic. Vegas is still our vacation of choice (we'll be there on Friday as a matter of fact) and I'm still a conservative living in the People's Republic of San Francisco.
and I think that's about it. Remind me if I've forgotten anything ;)
Um, okay? I guess?
Holy delayed notices Batman!
I just got all the notifications from your comments to my last post. I have to admit, I was a little bit, huh, only 3 people commented *sad panda* I guess it's my own fault for never posting... *more sad panda* and then proceeded to ignore the lot of ya.
It's just like Romeo and Juliet! Only with sparkly vampires and shirtless werewolves! Oh, sorry... was just reading the abridged script to New Moon over at The Editing Room.
tbh, I couldn't even finish that, that is how much I want the whole steaming pile to gtfo.
anyhoo, replies forthcoming.
Also? At some point in the life of this building, someone decided to put heat detectors for the fire alarm system right next to a steam line in the basement. We've had the steam on all day long for the whole week, rather than the usual off at 10:30, so the pipe got really warm, what with the low pressure steam going through it from 5am to 4:30pm for 5 days straight.
At least the troubles we've been getting all day weren't an actual fire...
Have a great weekend everyone!
I just got all the notifications from your comments to my last post. I have to admit, I was a little bit, huh, only 3 people commented *sad panda* I guess it's my own fault for never posting... *more sad panda* and then proceeded to ignore the lot of ya.
It's just like Romeo and Juliet! Only with sparkly vampires and shirtless werewolves! Oh, sorry... was just reading the abridged script to New Moon over at The Editing Room.
tbh, I couldn't even finish that, that is how much I want the whole steaming pile to gtfo.
anyhoo, replies forthcoming.
Also? At some point in the life of this building, someone decided to put heat detectors for the fire alarm system right next to a steam line in the basement. We've had the steam on all day long for the whole week, rather than the usual off at 10:30, so the pipe got really warm, what with the low pressure steam going through it from 5am to 4:30pm for 5 days straight.
At least the troubles we've been getting all day weren't an actual fire...
Have a great weekend everyone!
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