Month: March 2003

Because I run a family-friendly site, I feel I should warn you that while the picture on this page is g-rated, the language isn’t. It’s still darned funny, and I’d love to see him using his cell phone attachment.

I guess there was a server bloop. Sorry if you tried to get here in the past 15 minutes or so. We’re back, though, so pull up a chair and a box of Raisinets and enjoy the show.

I guess I’ve been doing a good job of keeping busy. Or at least keeping myself amused. I can’t believe it’s Monday again. Didn’t I just put the trash out? How could it be trash day again already?

Actually doing the trash this week was like an immunity challenge on Survivor. It rained all day yesterday (poured, thank you, for most of the day) and by 8pm last night there was a thin glaze of ice everywhere. And I mean everwhere. Junior and I were coming home from my sister’s house, and after we got off the highway, we were on a side street. At a curve in the road, my car wouldn’t stop, slow or take the curve. VERY tense few minutes – luckily I wasn’t going very fast and pumping the brakes and downshifting took care of things. Luckily I was only a mile or so from home because then I was in a blind panic about the ice…if I hadn’t stayed below 20mph I would have slid right through a stop sign (luckily, Sunday nights traffic is much lighter, and there are no commuters on that road so there wasn’t anyone coming in either direction.)

Oh, so then I got home, and had to do rubbish. My driveway slopes down…boy howdy, it was a fun walk down the the end of the driveway and back up again!

This morning I ran out to pick up the empty bins in only a sweater (it’s nice and sunny out!) and nearly froze to death. Oh my word, is it cold out there. Yahoo says it feels like -7 (wind gusts are 20-30mph) but I’m here to tell you it feels MUCH colder than that. My fingers were aching, and I was only out there 30 seconds to a minute! My goodness, is it just me, or is that a little chilly for March?

I need to go to the grocery store. I’m leaving as soon as I type this (and take a potty break). Man, I’m tired of grocery shopping. Well, it’s fun if you’re buying something “good”. But “good” is all relative. This week a LOT of my staples are on sale, which is very exciting. My poison of choice, Barq’s root beer is only 77 cents for a 2 liter bottle, limit 8 per customer (actually, all Coke products, not just Barq’s. THIS time I’m going to look at expiration dates. I don’t want to have to drink 14 liters of soda in 3 weeks.

Junior’s dad is home for the weekend, so he’s thrilled. His work has him in London almost constantly. It’s very not cool. But he’s visiting, and that’s all that matters, right?

I swear, I thought I posted something this morning. Then I left for almost the whole day (what? a whole day away from the computer? The shame!) and came back and…nothing.

So I’ll tell you this: if you go to Kmart to buy feminine hygiene products and Rescue Heroes figures, get a shopping cart. Juggling tampons and pads etc while you wander the store draws attention you probably don’t want or need. I’m sure Martha Stewart would have frowned.