It has a Y!: December 2006

Place Your Bets Here!

So, I was supposed to be going to Denver to meet up with my friend K over New Year's. We haven't seen each other in almost 4 years and, quite frankly, that's just ridiculous. Of course, she did spend 3+ of those years in Australia, and I was broke for those years. So you can understand why I'd be quite excited to be seeing her again, right? Enter Mother Nature with the second dumping of heavy, wet snow out there in a week and exit my NYE plans. Not so much liking Mother Nature right now, let's just say that. That gives me a 3-day weekend here in DC. Good, yes?

Then a former US President goes and dies on us. Okay, okay, I'll cut Jerry some slack. He was, after all, 93 years old and, from all reports, quite a genial fellow. Hell, I've even been to his Presidential Museum/Library/Whatever in Grand Rapids, MI. But now Shrub has declared that Tuesday will be a federal holiday as well, so we can all join in the Mourning. (Aside: dude, he was 93 f'ing years old, he had a good, long life, there's not really a lot there to be sad about. But I digress.)

So now I have a 4-day weekend. Which basically forces me to be productive on the homefront, right? I mean, on a regular 2-day weekend, you can get away with not really getting anything done beyond the minimum of washing dishes and clothes. On a 3-day weekend, you can get away with the same IF you a) have a huge hangover one of the 3 days, b) have a terrible cold/flu, or c) there are lots of great movies on cable or a good Six Feet Under or America's Next Top Model marathon.

But a 4-day weekend? No excuses there, I fear.

However, I'm willing to bet that I can do absolutely nothing productive in 4 days at home. On the other hand, I'm making a list of all the productive things that need to be done. They range from cleaning out the fridge (which desperately needs it - I think there are things growing in there and the smell is enough to kill small animals) to putting up a newly acquired Toulouse Lautrec framed print (thank you, Freecycle!).

So what do you think will happen? Place your bets here.

Screw Christmas

I just spent an

hour detailing my Christmas weekend, but then Blogger wouldn't post the pic I wanted to (of course, now it's there), and then it wouldn't C&P my post from Word, and now I've re-read it and it's so fucking boring anyway that I'm not going to bother. Instead, you can salivate to the pic of the sweet potato layer cake with orange cream cheese frosting that I made for Christmas Eve dinner. From scratch, yo! I'm the baking shiznit!

Yeah, so Merry Christmas!

Hell, Here I Come!

So this guy on the bus this morning sat right behind me. Then he leaned up in his seat and proceeded to sing hymns right in my ear in this voice like he was trying to be sexy. Hymns are all nice and all, but not on my bus at 8 am. So I turned around after about 5 minutes and told him to stop, if I wanted to listen to hymns I'd be in church, not on the bus, so leave me the fuck alone. (Yes, I really did use the F word.)

I'm going to hell, aren't I?

I am not a computer dunce!

I was right! My lack of internet connectability at home has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the landlord's wireless router. It's not working.

Yay, me!