Month: July 2003

I was just trying to figure out how long it had been since I last watered the various flowers when I glanced outside and saw little drops on the deck. I hope it rains a little harder than that.

Okay, here’s a photo from the weekend. This was on Saturday, Junior and his two cousins wait patiently for the ice cream man.

And finally, trying to decide what to get. For the record, Junior got the Mutant Ninja Turtle bar and I got a Choco Taco. That adult is my sister.

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(Okay, before you ask, Junior is the one with the navy Spadafore Oil t-shirt. Consider that advertising, kids.)

No, I wasn’t killed by the neighbors or their dog. Just on a little vacation from the computer that involved sleeping out in a tent (anyone want to donate an air mattress), lots of swimming in my sister’s new pool, and drinking LOTS of margaritas with her neighbors. I mean, what a great weekend! Of course, there’s a ton of laundry now, including everything we used to soften the ground for sleeping and I will probably have to wear something other than jeans to work this week.

Unless they declare it jean week.

Junior’s day care provider took today off so I’m trying to get as much work from home done as possible so the day isn’t a total loss, paycheck-wise.

Oh, and the dog was barking prior to 6 again today but I was so tired it hardly bothered me. Also, I think they took him back in as soon as he started. Still….

I swear to God, if they let their dog out before 6 am AGAIN tomorrow and let it bark like the big brain-dead [expletive] it is, I’m going to have to go over there and take matters into my own hands. I mean, how rude is it? And just when the arsewipes on one side of me FINALLY stop putting their yappy little beasts out at FIVE in the morning, the neighbors who used to keep the dog in the house all the time have suddenly lost their minds. I’m just glad I’m not in the house directly behind theirs (like, 20 feet away).

And if anyone out there reading this is wondering “Hmmm. Is she talking about me?” then let me be the first to say, if the shoe fits, keep your damned dog in the house.

p.s. No, I’m not threatening anyone. But at 6 tomorrow morning, all bets are off.

Wow, that seems a little, well, low for this time of year.

I’m borrowing my parents’ really really awesome terrific expensive fantastic car while mine is in the shop. Oh boy, spoiled am I. I’m not going to want mine back, that’s for sure.

Funny thing, though. When I threw my Annie Lennox cd in the player, it sounded really odd so I checked the settings. Basically all the sound was coming out of the front driver’s side speaker, with the bass turned all the way off and the treble all the way up.

My parents were apparently simulating a really piss-poor mono AM radio.

Boy, are they going to be surprised the next time they use the radio. “Where in the heck did all that depth of sound come from? And is that music coming from behind my head? And in my right ear? Holy cow, it’s a miracle!” If you pay that much for a car (it’s a Toyota Avalon…you do the math) you should probably get the stereo set properly.