Atten-Hut!

You would think that since I have a slight reprieve from the open houses, driving and other actions that make up the daily grind, that I would use this time to finish my book, right? Ohhh noo. I sit here writing, yes, but not the last 10 pages of my book, no. I am tippity-ing away here on blogger. Wonderful. I need a drill sargeant breathing down my neck, 30 push ups, run a mile, (metaphorically of course), write that book! "Yes! Drill sar-geant!"

Onto other matters, less profound, less extreme, yet still viable. (I do not theenk it means, what you theenk it means). It irks me that Linda calls Sooty "he" when she's a she! Poor Soot. I shall refer to her by her proper adopted name (since her cat name is too hard to pronounce with human mouths and v.c.) "Victoria"* until this matter is righted. Or I will just call her dog by her other dead dog's name until she gets it.

Okay, I'll have a look outside my window, grab my headphones and get to book writing. heh.
"Oh what fools these mortals be."

*Would it be or is it weird that I plan on naming one of my children (hopefully the girl) Victoria, when I've given it to my cat already? Well I guess I will look to George Foreman for that answer.

Moi.

Haha, oh I like that. Same sign off but in a different language and it makes it sound as if I were kissing you all.

P.S. New poll.

Alaskan Dream

I dreamt I was on a ferry in Alaska, crossing a vast water and looking out over the side and seeing this beautiful, technicolored sunset. Then when I went to check the mail today I found a little letter to me from Alaska.

I swear there's a weird connection with me and that place. I suspect that when I finally see it I will die or something strange. Have you ever heard of people going to Africa for the first time and feeling like they were meant to be there, in the "motherland"? The place where we first emerged? Perhaps that's how it'll be with Alaska.

Or I could just go there, find it a backwoods dump and be depressed. "I told you so."

Eh. It'll snow tomorrow.
Night night all.
Me.

More Stories On Carol

Just a quick anecdote. I was watching the beginning of "Anger Management" when 'Carol' walks in and says, "oh I've seen that one," and I nod, and then the woman on screen says "oh yeah my partner and I were having sex with a little filipino guy, but that was okay because that was part of the script" and I cringed and she walked out of the room. Then tonight she comes in and Seinfeld is on and it's "The Virgin" episode, and the one time that Jerry is actually making out with a girl Carol walks in and they're in there hot and heavy with a lot of little grunts and stuff. God, how does she manage it?

Cyclic Icicles

Here are a two pics of the icicles dangling from our awnings. Isn't it weird they're all ridged like that?

View From My Front Door and Other Events

Here are a few pics, all taken today, either this morning or 10 minutes ago. The wind's gusting it up like there's no tomorrow and I think Rich is buried somewhere outside. Even though he complains afterward everyone knows how much he enjoys the snow and the shoveling.


This is from my front door. It was taken this morning. I can't take a recent one just because it's so dark my flash upsets everything, and I'm too lazy to press the button to make it not so.


This is the view from the kitchen window, looking out onto the porch. I call it "Cheesecake Porch". I dunno if you guys can make out the table and it's strange cheesecake formation.


There's Rich, digging us out of the snow drifts so that we can spend the day driving around. heh. Speaking of Rich, I better go see if he's okay.

See yas,
Me.

"Ya End Up Doing What Y a Don't Like" or "Karmic Carol"

Maybe I should have changed her name to "Karen" for "Karmic Karen". Whatever VV.
So we know this lady, whom I shall call 'Carol', who dislikes any kind of reference to dirty, raunchy things. She dislikes Howard Stern for the same reasons. Now the troubling thing is that I will be listening to Robin giving the news on the Stern show and Carol will walk into the room and suddenly they'll play a moaning noise and she'll give me a funny look. You know, one of those, "what ever are you listening to?" looks and they wont quit with the sex references and sounds until she leaves the room. I swear they like to egg her on. Then, of course, I get a teeny bit embarrassed and switch the channel only to be presented with the line "do you have odor and itching? Try Vagisil". She brings it on herself. She's bound to repeat it over and over until she learns that sex and moaning go hand in hand and that it is all part of the naturalness of life and human behavior.

Oh and last night, I was watching some old repeat of a James Bond movie and she walked in just when Moneypenny says to James on the phone, "Oh James, you were always a cunning linguist". However, I'm not sure if she understood the double entendre or not but she hustled out of the room mighty quick.

hehe.
So that's cavorting with Carol.
I'll try to post up pics of "the road from my front door" in a few. Be safe.

Me.

State Of Emergency

Gosh, I creeped myself out from watching the travel channel and "Phantoms of the Opera", where they traveled to different places that are reportedly haunted by ghosts. It doesn't help that I entered our darkened room to find Rich fast asleep and winds howling outside. Now I am tucked into bed typing away while a blizzard rages outside my window.

The mayor declared a state of emergency because of the danger to the commuters still out on the roads. Be careful out there and keep warm!

There was a fire nearby one of the local schools here earlier today and that caused a power outage and we stood around freezing our fannies off, waiting for the heat to come on. If this isn't the town that gets the most power outages I just don't know which is.

Be safe all of you! Don't go out if you don't have to. It's a blizzard out there! Night night.

Me.
p.s. reminder to self... talk about "Carol" tomorrow and her special abilities. hehe.