Yay!!

Saints won! 3 - 0 Baby!

That was a great game. We are very happy, only regret was not being there ourselves. Oh well. We had a couple friends over. They're both in H Ditty's fantasy football league (FFL) and throughout the game they were ragging on each other. BF wanted the Saints to keep kicking field goals since he has their defense and special teams. JW had a Falcons guy (can't remember which position) so he of course wanted them to do well or at least just that guy. And both were making comments on and off about Saints players getting hurt. We've been jinxed twice by people saying someone was going to get hurt and then it happened. BF was one of those people. He said Ricky Williams was going to break a leg and then later in the game he did something to his ankle I think it was and was out for awhile. But it's all good, BF is a Dolphins fan and a couple years later he got Ricky and all his ups and downs to deal with.

Last week when Bush made a great move, he was running one way and then stopped bent backwards, stood up and went the other way, H Ditty mentioned how he had done a "Matrix" move, because basically it looked like Neo when he bent backwards to avoid the bullets in the first movie. Last night Horn did the introductions of the line up and when he got to Bush he says, "Baby Matrix sliding in." H Ditty and I just looked at each other and laughed. So of course we now call Bush Baby Matrix.

The Dome looked great, H Ditty was exited to see all the new screens all around the stadium. We both liked the lights on the outside of it. And we both can't wait to get back down there. We just might have to do whatever we can to start saving to make it to the the last home game.

Media quote of the day: Who dat, who dat, who dat say they gonna beat dem Saints? - anyone and everyone who's a Saints fan. I know, I know, it's not technically media. So what, it's my blog - bite me if you don't like it.

On my mind today

So, I've done nothing all day except make my rounds, numerous times, to the blogs I read. Oh wait, I take that back, I made two phone calls that needed to be made before the end of the day. So once again, I'm not earning my paycheck. I am such a damn procrastinator I can't even make myself look for another job. I have reasons, well, excuses really, on why I'm not doing so. Which I won't bore you with.

In the vein of TMI: For the last two days I've been peeing like crazy. I can't seem to stop and it's driving me nuts! Yesterday during work I pissed almost every hour. And today is only slightly better. I'm sitting here now shaking my foot trying to hold out as long as I can before I head back to the head (HA!) because I just went less than 45 minutes ago. And I can't even blame it on drinking water. I haven't had any for the last couple days, just diet mtn dew. Usually I only do this for a day or two after my period which I haven't had for a couple weeks now so I can't even blame it on that.

Dirk (who I'm not linking here because he's over on my blogroll) is driving all of his readers nuts. He went on a date last night and hasn't posted about it yet. You'll have to read his last 5 posts or so to get the whole story as to why we're all anxious. Go on, go read, I'll wait...now you see why we're anxious.

I didn't go fishing last night like I was hoping too. H Ditty and his friend had gone out around 3ish and called me on my way home to say they were coming back in because the lake was too choppy and the fish weren't biting. So we ended up staying home and watching a couple more Soprano's until enough shows had been recorded to Tivo.

Spoiler alert, if you watch The Office and haven't seen the premier yet don't read!

How about The Office! Pam dumped the fiancee. Wow, I really didn't think she'd do that, figured she'd get married still. But this just makes it all the more interesting now. And Michael, what a total asshat, it physically hurts to watch him sometimes.

Ok Spoiler done.

My right arm is itching like crazy. It's the one that was burned during the Green Bay game. It's dry as all get out. I've been putting lotion (it puts the lotion in the basket. What you mean you don't get this reference, I told you to go read Dirk's posts, go on now, go read) on it but apparently not enough.

Alright enough, I gotta go pee, be right back.....Ah, that's a relief.

So our 1 year wedding anniversary and 11 year together anniversary is coming up. October 6th to be exact. We haven't talked about presents yet, hmmm, I guess we should. Although we don't have much disposable income anymore. I do need a new monitor though. Mine blew in a power outage a few weeks back and we can't really share his computer, just not the best scenerio for us. We have talked about what we'd like to do. That is, if he can get off of work. I mentioned going to the restaurant he proposed in, which we haven't been back to since, and then to go see the new Matt, Leo, Mark, etc. movie, which I can't remember the name of right now. I said, "That way I can get to see all those hot guys." He asked what he gets out of it, I told him sex. I think that's a fair trade off. He just laughed.


Media quote of the day: 3) Call in dead for work tomorrow. - Dirk (ok if you haven't read yet, I've now provided no excuses, he's linked and how can you not read a post by this guy after this quote?)

Photos

Here are a few snapshots of our trip to Lambeau field. They have been trimmed down to 640x480 JPG files...I can upload higher-res versions if desired.

The first shot is of our Saint's flag on display before the game in the parking lot of the K-Mart near to Lambeau field, a common tailgaiting spot for home games.

The second shot is of the two fighter jets that flew over after the national anthem...they were monstrously loud...I loved it.

The third is the final score, 34-27, what a game...what a game!

The fourth is Katrina and me w/the winning scoreboard framed behind us.

Enjoy!

H Ditty

Media quote of the day: "As you wish!" - Westley, The Princess Bride.

No photos yet

As of right now H Ditty hasn't downloaded the photos. He swears he's going to do it soon. Cross your fingers it'll be today. We're supposed to go fishing right after I get off of work so I don't know if I'll get them up tonight even if he does get them loaded.

Unless, honey, you reading this? If so, you can post them ya know. Mainly the fly over and a pic or two of the parking lot if any are good. Maybe the one of us or me and your dad, only if it's ok that is. Heh And any others you think might be good. Love ya!


No media quote, there's nothing to go with this little bitty post.

At work, sucks to be me

So I'm sitting here hoping H Ditty has downloaded the photos from the Green Bay game. If he has then at some point tonight I'll put some up. He said he was going to, so we'll see.

Boss man has left to go to FL again to see his cousin. He'll be gone for the rest of the week and once again I have nothing to do. It's going to be a long ass two days. Oh, but I did earn my paycheck again yesterday and this morning. Woo Hoo!

On my way home yesterday I saw a good 7 or 8 flocks of geese flying South and the temperature was only 62. I'm giddy with anticipation of autumn. I love autumn, everything about it. The crisp air, the wind flying, the smell and the colors changing everywhere. The light too, it's just a different look, almost has a texture to it, don't know how to explain it any better than that. I love wearing sweaters and drinking hot chocolate. I love that it gets dark early. I love that dusty/musty smell the first time I turn on the heater. Of course, that means I should have it cleaned but who cares, it's a fall smell.

As H Ditty left for work yesterday I walked him out to his truck to grab something from mine for him and did a booty shaking dance singing how it's fall, it's fall, it's fall! Only a few more days and it's officially fall! Honestly, can you tell I like fall?

Media quote of the day: Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
Author: William Allingham
Source: Day and Night Songs--Autumnal Sonnet

Saints are 2 and 0!!

Now that was a great game! Pretty scary there in the beginning when the score was 13-0. My FIL's best friends (a couple who are Packer fans) called his cell phone and left a message all giddy about that score, which we didn't get until after the game. It went something like: What's the score? Oh yeah 13 and 0. And then a bunch of other stuff I don't remember. So of course H Ditty called them back about it and said, "You asked what the score was so I thought I'd tell you, it's 34 to 27. Final" Ah hahahaha!

So on Saturday we got on the road sometime after 5. We went up in my FIL's RV. Stopped for some food a little over an hour out of Green Bay then missed our turn off. But then, we didn't have directions either. Silly us. H Ditty didn't print out directions because his father was driving. His father didn't print anything out because he was going to bring an atlas, which he forgot along with his IPod. At least H Ditty remembered his. Luckily it's pretty much a straight shot up there, just two turns to make in Green Bay.

There's a K Mart right across the street on the North side of the stadium that allows people to park overnight. It's $20 if you only take up one spot, we took up two. There were probably around 20 RV's already when we got there at 10:45. Maybe even more. Most had Packer flags flying. We thought about putting up our Saints flags, etc. but then decided not too. Figured it would just invite hassling throughout the night and we'd rather sleep.

I woke up to a lot of talking and music as early as 8am going on around the RV. Over night we were surrounded by other RV's, cars and trucks. There were some guys playing a ring toss game right next to us. H Ditty and his dad, who was wearing his Saints jersey already, went out and talked with them. They were friendly despite being Packer fans. Around 10 H Ditty (who had now put on his Saints shirt) and his dad finally put up our Saints flag. Others who hadn't seen them yet noticed the flag so they got more ribbing. But still all good natured. But we were definitely in hostile territory though.

I have to say, between the few stadiums we've been too, Lambeau Field is the nicest. Not the seating though, those are benches, as in high school benches, that sucks, I'd rather have actual seats. The "hallways" where the food, etc are is pretty standard. But at the main entrance there's an actual food court type area and it just looks fancy in general compared to other stadiums. Their gift shop is huge compared to the Saints shop. We didn't go in, just looked through the windows of it as we went past. It looked like you could fit maybe 3 of the Saints shops in there with a little bit of room left over.

There weren't many, nowhere near as many as at Cleveland, Saints fans walking around. But everytime we walked past them there were shouts of "Go Saints!" and "Who Dat!" There was only one fan that sat near us, only a couple rows ahead and just to the right. He had marked up a white t-shirt. I didn't see the front of it but the back he had written Geaux Saints!

This time we only had 2 guys that were a pain in the ass. Everyone else was nice. One guy was sitting two rows in front of us to the left a little. He kept telling us to go home as we were cheering. But not in a fun/ribbing way, it was in an angry way. The bad thing was that his son, maybe even grandson (he was around 7 or 8 at the most) was sitting next to him hearing and seeing this asshat.

The other guy was two rows back and to the right a little. His taunts were on the same intelligent level as guy #1 from Cleveland. Which is to say unintelligent. The first was right before half time. Saints were up 14 to 13 and we were standing and cheering because we had just got a 1st down or maybe stopped the Packers, I'm not sure. Anyway, this guy yells at us to shut up and sit down. But not just "sit down" he says, "Sit down you...fat guy." It took him a little bit to get the "fat guy" out, he made some noise like he was trying to say something but all that could/would come out was "fat guy." Then after half time when the Saints were stopping the Packers from scoring he starts yelling how "New Orleans has water in the basement." Said this more than once, this is just as intelligent as the guy from Cleveland yelling "Katrina" over and over. I don't remember how the exchange went exactly but he yelled something, H Ditty said something back and the guy responds that this is "Green Bay, get used to it, we'll say anything we want. Get used to insults." So I responded, "Fine, just make them intelligent. Otherwise they don't mean anything." I don't recall him saying much of anything to us anymore after that. But he did holler about water in the basement a couple more times.

H Ditty and I, we're good sports. If the opposing team does well we say it. We've clapped for the other team and high fived our seatmates when their team does well. We've never, at these away games or when we've been to New Orleans, ever heckled the opposing teams fans. It's just not in us to do so. So it's just all the more tiresome when it's done to us. Oh well, it's something that we'll always have to put up with.

I don't remember the guy who sang the anthem but he was good. Right after two jets flew over. They seemed to be bigger than the 4 at the Cleveland game. But then they were a lot closer than those too. They seemed to be just over the stadium and extremely loud. It looked as if there should've been one or two more though because they were pretty far apart. H Ditty got some good pictures that I'll post as soon as he downloads them to the computer. He's got a fancy camera that I'm not allowed to mess with, he's afraid I'll screw something up. Anyway, the pilots eventually made it into the stadium and there were 4 guys so who knows what was up. Although it did look like there was a guy in their suits standing on top of the stadium at the North end by the score board, which is the side they came from. The guy was there during the fly over and about a minute afterward, then he was gone.

Brees scared us a few times, not being able to hold onto the ball. Bush ran lateral too much. Although as H Ditty says, that's what he's better at, getting to the outside, finding a hole and running through. But the holes weren't there, I wanted to see him make one for himself and fly. But that's Duece's thing, making holes. He's the tank and Bush is the wind.

All in all, we got lucky in a few plays, played well in most. Imagine what it would've been if Brees hadn't gotten the ball stripped from him those couple times. More than likely the Packers wouldn't have had those 1st 13 points and the Saints might've been up by at least another 7. We were in the Southwest corner. Every score before the 4th quarter was done in the North end zone. H Ditty mentioned this more than once, which I said he needed to quit since the last quarter had the Saints going South. But they broke that fluke and made a touchdown and after that it was all over. The Pack just couldn't keep up. They tried, Favre looked good, but his receivers looked like shit.

After the game we headed back to the RV and put the flag back out and played "When the Saints go Marching in" while we waited for the roads to clear. Once again we were surrounded by just Packer fans but they were all cool. No one said or did anything. Finally we headed out and got home just before 10. We were all sunburned, it was supposed to be cloudy with a chance of thunderstorms but no clouds came until the 4th quarter and by then it was too late. We were already burnt. My right arm is as red as a lobster and it's quite painful right now. I think I'll go put on some more aloe vera.

Media quote of the day: "We're not going to win a game and start hoopin' and hollerin'. That's nothing. We have to keep on rolling." - Joe Horn of New Orleans Saints. Or as we like to call him Jiggedy Joe, although he doesn't jiggedy anymore like he used to.

I WON!!

It's about damn time! I finally won at Texas Hold 'em. It's been over a year since I won last. I did suck out though. I had 910 off suit and my opponent had QK off. 9K7 flopped, then a Q came on the turn, she had me big time but I sucked out and got the J for a straight. I'll take it though, I've been getting pissed coming in 2nd over and over again.

Well, it's late and I gotta get to bed. We'll be leaving in the afternoon to head up to Green Bay for the game on Sunday. But first we have to go to some GED graduation party for H Ditty's step cousin so we'll be getting up early.

Have a great weekend all. This is what we have to watch out for:

Media quote of the day: "I'm sure the Packers will want to respond after (last Sunday's) game against Chicago," - Coach Sean Payton

Saints weekend Part 2

Now that is a beautiful score, just saying.


So, we got up, got ready, packed, took everything out to the car and went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. We each guessed what the score would be, I said 20 to 17 he said, oh shoot now I can't remember what he said. I think he first guessed 20 to 7 and changed it to 27 to 10, but I'm not sure and he's sleeping right now. I'll find out and fix it later. Anyway, mine was closest, too bad we didn't bet on it.

We got there almost two hours early. Bought a Browns mini helmut. We started this thing last year. Our goal is to eventually get to every stadium. It'll take years of course because it'll only be Saints games we'll be going to but that's ok. Anyway, at every new stadium we're buying a mini helmut of the opposing team. Last year was the Green Bay Packers. We had also bought a mini helmut from the Hall of Fame that'll go with the rest.

Me in our seats

After buying the helmut we took our seats. 10th row in the corner of the field. But that was good, we were at the tunnel the Saints went in and out of. I sat and watched our things while H Ditty went down around the 50 yard line to take some pictures. While he was there the 1st person that would cause us grief reared his ugly head. He didn't say anything to me but every time a Saints player would leave or go onto the field this guy yelled, "Katrina! Katrina!" That was it. The first time he did I turned because, well, that's my name. But I noticed he was yelling at the players, yelling this as an insult. I couldn't believe it, what an ass, plus it doesn't make sense. He did it about 3 times before H Ditty got back, when he did I told him about it and said that I was ready to turn around and say, "I'm right here, you don't need to keep shouting, what do you want." Or something to that effect but I didn't.

2nd guy
The 2nd guy seemed to be drunk before the game even began. I can't remember much of anything he said except that the Browns were basically going to wipe the field with the Saints. Yeah, that didn't happen. This guy was more amusing than anything though. He was rude as all get out and pretty angry with his talking but I was amused by it. That 1st guy was just a complete moron.

Then there was a 3rd guy. I don't remember anything he said but I do know he was an ass.

The 2nd guy H Ditty talked back and forth with throughout the game. Most of the time having a good time sharing the barbs.

The people that were sitting immediately around us were very nice though. Most of them were season ticket holders, as the 3 assholes were. The guy sitting next to me was telling us how 2nd guy actually was threatened a few years back that he would lose his tickets if he didn't watch himself. I guess he could and would get very belligerent towards the visitors. He said for the next two years this guy would just sit in his seat all hunkered down not saying anything, figured he must have been on meds and watching himself. In fact, that's what he said first to me, that the guy must be off his meds again, I thought he was joking until he continued to talk.

I've never stood up and sat down so much during a game in my life. I don't know if Browns fans normally do this or if it's just because it was the home opener so they were more excited or if it's because it was such an intense game but my God it never ended. I'd want to sit back down and the family in front of us would stay standing. Then they'd finally sit to just turn right around and stand back up two minutes later.

But it was a great game. H Ditty had his camera ready everytime they were in the red zone by us just hoping for a Reggie Bush touchdown. Never came though. At the last two minutes of the 1st quarter it would've been great, we were all ready for it they were on our end. But they ended up running so much time off that the next thing we know they're walking down to the other end. That sucked. But they ended up not getting a touchdown anyway, field goal though. So it's all good.

OH MY GOD! I'm home now and just typed a bunch of stuff and Pretty Boy came up wanting love and hit a button or two and wiped it all out. A good 15, 20 minutes worth of remembering and typing. Now I'll have to try to remember what I wrote. Although, in some ways it may be good. Maybe I can figure out how to consolidate what I wrote.

I don't remember a lot about the game. I guess that's what I get for waiting so long to write it down. Although if you're a fan you more than likely saw the game and if you're not you don't give a shit and probably aren't reading this anyway.

But I do know there were many intense moments. There were quite a few times the Browns were ready to get another 1st down or score but the Saints shut 'em down. There were many times that the Saints were ready to get another 1st down or score and it didn't happen. Too many times they should've gotten a touchdown and had to settle for a field goal. Although, they still won the game so better a field goal than nothing. Reggie looked ok, Breeze looked ok so I guess it's all good.

Throughout the game the 3 guys were basically being assholes. 1st guy would still yell out "Katrina!" every now and then. At one point the Saints challenged a ruling. The guy shouts out something like, "Oh you want a challenge? Do you want to challenge Katrina, do you want a replay on that?" Just absolutely stupid! H Ditty says, "I don't know, let's ask her, Katrina do you want a challenge, do you want a replay?" I said that yes, I actually agreed with the challenge that was going on on the field. The guy sitting next to me asked if that really was my name and when I said that yes it was a few other people around us turned to look at me.

At one point near the end of the game the Browns pulled off a 1st down or something big anyway and the 3rd guy and H Ditty said a few things, smiling all the while. H Ditty goes over to high five the guy and he completely snubs him, crosses his arms even. Total baby about it.


At the end, when it was clear they wouldn't win, H Ditty goes over to 2nd guy, who out of all 3 said and did worse things, and talked to him, said good game and went to shake his hand. This guy actually did it, I was amazed and ended up with a little respect for him. On H Ditty's way back to our seats, 1st guy starts yelling at him all angrily, "Fuck you, go home, get the fuck outta here." etc. One of the two cops that had walked down to the end of the stairs about 10 minutes before goes up to him and has some words. The guy shut up after that, didn't say another word to us. In fact, I don't think he said much of anything.

But as I said, the people around us were much nicer and friendlier. At the end as people were leaving the stadium there were some who as they walked past us said good game. There was even one lady who actually stopped to say it and that she hoped we had a good time and enjoyed ourselves. We thought that was very nice.

They start

Almost directly overhead

They leave

The fighter pilots

Over all it was a good time. Lee Greenwood sang Proud to be an American while the military held up a huge flag that covered most of the field. After that he sang the anthem. And after that 4 fighter jets flew over, which H Ditty got quite a few pictures of. The half time show was the Ohio State Marching Band. They were pretty good but it was also kind of funny to see. It just doesn't look right a bunch of white people in band uniforms trying to be all funky in their playing and dancing. Now don't get me wrong, they were in synch and had rhythm, for the most part, but it just doesn't look right.

JOE HORN!

We stayed behind after. Went down to the wall with the other Saints fans hoping to get an autograph or two. Joe Horn was about 5 feet from us throwing gloves and stuff up into the stands, but I don't think he signed anything and after he was done just walked right past the rest of us and into the tunnel. Deuce was the last one off the field because he was giving an interview but he didn't do anything either after he was done. But that was ok, H Ditty got pictures.

After, we got in our car and headed home. We had been on the road a couple hours already when we saw the Goodyear blimp heading East. He got some pictures of that too. About an hour outside of Chicago we switched places and he took over driving. The sun had set by the time we were driving through Chicago and the skyline was looking good. At one point I noticed a building in the middle of them all. On the South facing facade specific lights were lit up to have 9 11 going down it. On the West side was the flag. I took a bunch of pictures but this was the only one that you can see it and then not very good.

I wish this had been better

We got our key back from his partner, got home and I pretty much went straight to bed and slept until 10:30ish.

So that was that, good time, glad we went, worth the trip. Now we have this weekend. We'll be driving up Saturday evening with his dad in his RV to Green Bay. Here's to hoping they do to them what the Bears did.

Media quote of the day: Are you ready for some football?! - Hank Williams Jr.

Saints weekend Part 1

My hat and our tickets
Cleveland Bound!


I was hoping to get out of work early Friday so we could get an early start on the trip to Cleveland but alas, no such luck. I made it home around 5:35 and ate a quick bite of spaghetti that H Ditty made the night before. Spaghetti is the one food that's 100 times better as a leftover. Then I headed out to get my oil changed. There's a place a 1/2 mile from our house and as I'm pulling in they're shutting their doors. They closed at 6, it's 6:15, sucks big time.

The closest place now is a couple more miles away. So I head on down giving them a call to make sure they're still open, yep, until 7. I pull in and all three bays are taken up with the 3rd bay having a car waiting. I pull up to the 2nd bay and proceed to wait. About 15 minutes later someone else pulls in and parks at the 1st bay. Another 10 minutes later the two cars in bays 1 and 2 are pulled out and I'm expecting to see my car pull in. Nope, the van in the 1st bay is pulled in and the car that was waiting at the 3rd bay pulls into where my car should've been. Now that one I understand, they were there before me but if they were going to take the time to move my car out of the way then they should've done the same with that van. Instead it's another 20 minutes at least before my car finally gets pulled into the 3rd bay. When it's all said and done I've been there over an hour.

To top it off H Ditty calls to say that The Brat Prince has taken another shit behind the tv, with H Ditty right there! We're not happy campers about it.

I rush home and immediately go down to clean the shit up (he's got a bad gag reflex so I get shit duty) and then go into packing mode. We're bad, we or I should say I, usually pack the day we're leaving. Every now and then I'll begin to get the clothes organized the night before but never actually packed.

We pack up the car, say goodbye to the cats and head to the gas station to fill up on gas, ice and cokes. After that we head to the station to drop off the key to H Ditty's partner that'll be feeding the cats. And by 10 we're on the highway.

There's construction through Chicago and we miss a turn off. Not a good part of town either and I'm all pissy that he wasn't helping me. Well, he was but not how I wanted him too of course. So I'm getting upset and we're raising our voices at each other but we get back on the highway in a couple minutes and it's all good. The rest of the ride went pretty well. He tried to rest while I tried to stay awake and keep us alive. Finally around 2ish and half way there I had to switch with him. We got in a little after 4 and within minutes I'm trying to fall asleep. Actually, they're an hour ahead so it's really after 5.

I had set the alarm for 9:15 or so but keep hitting the snooze. I finally make myself get out of bed around 10 to get in the shower, after that I get him up to get ready and we're on our way to Canton (an hour away) to go to the Football Hall of Fame. That was a good time. I could've spent longer in there but H Ditty is only able to do museums for so long and then he's done. I love to read so I could read everything there but he can only read so much. We were there about an hour and a half and saw most of what we really wanted to see anyway. Mostly Saints and Bears stuff. The busts of all the inductees were fun to see. Walter Payton didn't look like what we remember him as, but then, it was of him the year he was inducted so of course he wouldn't look like his football days. I observed that the first 7 years or so all the busts were of clearly white men. Finally the 1st black man showed up and after that it was pretty well mixed.

On the way back we stopped off at a couple stores for a few items and then finally made it back to the hotel room around 5:30. We decided to order pizza from a certain red roofed place. There's one phone number to call for the whole county for deliveries. H Ditty calls, places the order which includes an extra sauce for the breadsticks and crushed red peppers. He's told it'll be about 30-35 minutes. 30 minutes later we get a call asking if we had ordered a pizza, I said yes, the girl says ok thanks and we hung up. We're waiting and waiting and no one comes to the door. I can't see anywhere on the phone on how to get to the front desk so I head down there thinking maybe their policy is that they don't send food deliverers up to the rooms. I get to the lobby and no one is there with a pizza. I ask the girls behind the counter and they say they haven't seen anyone and when guests order pizzas they always send the deliverers up. So I head back up to our room and we wait some more. An hour later H Ditty calls the number back and they give him to "customer service." They say the orders been taken and the person should have been here by now. They say if the pizza is cold they'll make us another one. About 5 minutes later the doorman calls up to our room asking if we ordered a pizza. I ask him to send them up and she gets to our room within minutes. She keeps saying she's sorry, I check the breadsticks, they're warm enough. I ask if there's an extra sauce, nope, what about the crushed peppers, nope. She's sorry again, they didn't put them in there, sorry, sorry. She was going to get over 5 dollars in a tip for having to come to a hotel room and we're nice like that. It went down to just over 2 bucks and that's only because I didn't feel like being a complete bitch and gave her a 20. But she's really sorry, no excuse or reason given though. It would've been nice to get some kind of reason.

We've been playing cribbage and he's been kicking my ass. We continue to play while eating and watching Serenity. Great movie based on a great tv show, Firefly, that should never have been canceled.

After the movie's over I take a bath to relax and then we watch Dane Cook. Never seen the guy, his name is familiar to me but not to H Ditty. We decide to give him a look see. The first 15 minutes we can't figure out how he's managed to fill this huge stadium, people are laughing but we're not. Finally, he starts to make us smile/giggle and then eventually we've laughed out loud a few times. But I'd say more then not we're not even smiling. In fact, H Ditty's head is bobbing up down as he's falling asleep so I decide to turn this guy off and go to bed so we'll be rested for the big game.

Tomorrow's post will be of the game.

Media quote of the day: Let's play football bitch. - Nigel 'The Leg' Gruff from The Replacements

This is called: Nothing going on in my life at the moment so I'll do this

Meme stolen from Robyn

1. Do you say "Hi" to people you don't know? Yeah, I'll do it every now and then. I usually just smile at people though when going past them in the parking lot or sidewalk.

2. What is the name of the first person you kissed? Dan, don't remember his last name.

3. Do you still talk to this person? Nope, summer fling (no sex though) when I was 15 and working in Wisconsin Dells. He was 18 and going off to college.

4. Recite a line from a movie? I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.

5. What movie was that from? Say Anything

6. Do you play by the rules? Usually

7. Name another word for penis. Willy

8. Do you complain a lot? To H Ditty, yes, and no it's not always about him

9. Have you ever been to Canada? Yep, the first time was the summer of 2001 for the 1st annual gathering of the computer friends. Have become very good friends of one of the couples up there and have been back several more times.

10. Do you have an addictive personality? No, not really

11. What size would you say your nose is? Average

12. What someone's name that begins with the letter, A? Amy and Ambrosia

13. Name someone whose plastic surgery turned out poorly? That crazy cat lady

14. Have you ever performed CPR on anyone? Nope, and I hope to never have to.

15. Name something that falls from the sky? snow

16. Are you polite? Yeah, to a fault sometimes.

17. Name a TV show or movie, that impacted society? The first Harry Potter movie. Stupid religious nuts saying it was all satanic and shit.

18. Name a song that has the word "baby" in it? Baby got back

19. Name your favorite Disney movie? Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas

20. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope, but I want to.

21. Name a profession you would NOT like to have? Sewer worker

22. Name someone you know who has red hair. Bri did, can't think of anyone right now but him.

23. Name a popular DJ. Martha Quinn, oh wait she was a VJ, hmmm let's see...Oh yeah, Howard Stern

24. Name something white. snow

25. Are you better at explaining things, or at performing them? Depends really

26. Have you ever been to a boxing match? Nope, and don't plan on it. But I would love to go to a UFC match, mainly between Stephan Bonner and Forest Griffin or Tito Ortiz and Ken Shamrock. That one's coming up for free on Spike next month, can't wait.

27. Did you ever stutter, or have a hard time pronouncing words? Not really, every now and then if there's an "r" and "w" to close together I might fuck up the "r" but otherwise I'm good.

28. Do you eat out, or buy groceries, more often? I'd have to say buy groceries but eating out isn't far behind.

29. What month are many of your friends born in? My friends are pretty well spread out throughout the year but there's four family members in November and Six in March including me.

30. If you could have been born a different ethnicity, which one? Hmm, tough one, I'd have to say any American Indian i.e. Cherokee, Chippewa, Sioux, etc.

31. Name something you think is disgusting? The smell of B.O. and Ass and also the taste and smell of cabbage and brussel sprouts, just to name a few.

32. What is your favorite type of soup? Cream of Chicken with saltine crackers dipped in.

33. Name a fattening food. Chocolate cake.

34. Name something that you are just NOT good at. Anything artistic, can't draw, don't have a good eye for coordinating things and anything musical.

35. How many glasses of water, a day, do you drink on average? Not enough, maybe a 16.9oz. bottle if I make myself. So what's that, a little over 2 glasses if we say they're 8oz.

36. Does your license plate say anything? Nope, just numbers and letters.

37. Name a type of dance. The Fox Trot.

38. Name a type of Martini. Chocolate Martini.

39. Would you rather do the dishes or fold laundry? I despise the dishes so laundry it is.

40. Did you have braces? Nope, luckily I didn't need them.

41. Name someone you were really good friends with, who you no longer speak to. Chantelle, we were the best of friends until she blamed me for failing college.

42. Name something blue. Eeyore. Such a cutey.

43. What is something good, about getting older? Wisdom.

44. And something negative? Responsibilities and the physical ailments.

45. Name a song you really enjoy. Strict 9 and Fritz's Corner by Local H

46. Name someone with the same middle name as you. My momma, love her.

47. Name a bar or a restaurant that really impressed you. Coyote Ugly in New Orleans, we had an absolute awesome time there a few years back, didn't hurt that our bartender looked like a prettier version of Reese Witherspoon and that's hard to do, she's gorgeous. Plus she made an awesome Long Island Iced Tea and kept 'em coming, didn't even have to ask, before SIL and I were even done with the one we had she was putting another down.

So that's it.

Media quote of the day: You can say ANYTHING to me - Say Anything

Our friend Bri

Today marks the one year anniversary of one of my friends committing suicide. I miss him. I still have some left over anger at him for doing it though. But I'm mostly sad for his girlfriend who is also a friend. Another friend, H Ditty and I have let her know we're available for her tonight if she wants to do anything, even if it's just to hang out and commiserate.

It was very surreal, that night. H Ditty had been at work and called me up to go online and see when our friend had last logged onto the fantasy football site. While doing that he got a call back from our other friend, JW saying that the girlfriend, CW, had found him out in the garage.

The cops went onto his computer to see what they could find and found that he had been researching on how to do it for some time. He finally decided on using the gas grill in the car, car in the closed garage trick. He had found that doing that was actually faster than just sitting in your car in the closed garage with it running trick.

What I still have some anger over is the gas grill. CW, who already takes things very personally and accepts guilt when she shouldn't had asked for a gas grill for her birthday which was the very next week. So of course she was blaming herself that night. I kept telling her to stop doing that, I know she felt she had to but it was his choice and he was going to do it one way or the other. It was just bad luck that during his research he found the gas grill would be better for his plans. I don't know if she's let that go or not, I haven't asked and I won't unless she brings it up herself.

I don't know what all was in his letter, at least he left one, but I do know that he said he was tired of being angry all the time and that she shouldn't blame herself. So that's the other reason I'm still a little angry with him, if he was tired of it, go get help there's all kinds of help out there. But of course there was more to it and I have never been in that situation so I don't know what it's like.

I can't even begin to imagine it, I'm one of the few lucky ones I guess. Even as a teenager I never wanted to kill myself. I only know a few people who are like me, most everyone I know has thought about it one time or another. I mean, I've said I wish I were dead before, but that's exaggeration talking when I've been embarrassed. But I've never meant it and I've never fantasized about it. I'm also lucky in that I don't suffer from any form of depression.

Obviously my friend had. Anger is a symptom of depression and more than likely that's what he was and not actually angry.

They had just been at our house two days before for the football draft and cookout. He had been laughing and having a good time, he had done a real job of drafting his team. That was one of the first questions I asked, did he draft like he should have or did he do it willy nilly. H Ditty said his team was one of the better ones, he did a really good job of it. He had been loving towards CW and even joking around with another friend that he had had a falling out with a little over a year earlier.

When I asked her if there had been any signs that we might have missed she said there were only a couple that in hindsight seemed odd. He had been more loving, more touchy feely than he had ever been before. They had been getting along a lot more than they had been lately. And the day of he was wearing jeans instead of shorts, normally he wore shorts to work. But it was Sept. so she thought maybe he was just changing to cooler weather clothes. Other than that there was nothing. She chalked them getting along better to him accepting things more, maturing. We're all in our young to mid 30's he was in his mid 20's.

During the wake and the few weeks after, different people were saying what they remembered about him. Many said all they could picture was him in the coffin. I'm lucky, the first image that comes to mind is of a happy time. We're all playing asshole (drinking game for those of you who don't know) and he's the asshole. The friend that he had the falling out with (but at this time hadn't happened yet) is sitting next to him. He's dealing the cards and every time he deals to the fall out friend he tosses his cards to the floor. Of course, fall out friend didn't like it but I found it highly amusing. The second image is him sitting at a table leaning in on one elbow with his hand near his mouth and his other moving around a lot as he's talking, laughing his goofy laugh. That's what I kept hearing for weeks afterward, his laugh and his favorite way to begin a sentence.

A year later and I still hear them. I hope I always will.

We miss you Bri, always will.

No media quote, just a regular one today: "The thing is, is..." - our friend, rest in peace

Life and Death

So boss man is gone for the rest of the week. He left a little after 2:00 and supposedly won't be back until next Monday. We'll see though, he's the kind of boss that says he'll be gone and then shows up a day or more early. But he's flying down to FL to see a cousin who's pretty sick so he may actually stay gone this time. The bad thing though is this means I'll have nothing to do for the rest of the week. Pray for me.

I went over to my mom and stepdad's house last night. My stepbrother and his wife were there. We sat around the fire and chatted for a few hours. It was a good night for it, it was just a little nippy so the fire felt good. No stars though, too many clouds. I'm a bad daughter, I don't see and/or talk to my mom enough. I can't stand talking on the phone so I never pick it up just to call and talk to her and they're so busy that they're hardly ever home so I can't just drop in unexpectedly. But when we do talk it's for quite a while. I told her that one of these days I'm getting my oldest brother on one of those online dating websites. She was all for it.

So I just went and checked statcounter. I'm obsessed with that by the way. I find it funny that on Saturday and today two different people did a google search for the fishy quote from Nemo and got me from my media quote of the day a few posts back. I'm not the first link but I'm only a few down. Makes me wonder if they're using that quote too on their site or what.

Well, I gotta get out of here for right now. Gotta go make some copies for work at the big time copy place.

So I'm home now, H Ditty's at work. I've got the tv on but the sound on mute. 21 grams is on, haven't seen it before, only know a little bit what it's about. Kind of interesting watching without sound and still being able to tell somewhat of what's going on by just how good the acting is.

There's a scene on right now that made me think of Return to Me. Both movies someone had to die for another to live, they show both sides. Now Return to Me was a romantic comedy but it still had its very sad moments. Being that I can't hear what's on 21 grams I don't know if it addresses it but I know Return to Me does - the guilt of the person who lives because of the other dying. Its got to be awful. I'm a donor and I think everyone should be. Why wouldn't you, you're dead you don't need your parts anymore and you're potentially keeping someone else alive. At the very least just making their lives better by giving them sight, or skin or whatever. At least, that's what you hope for. I hope that when I go and whoever gets whatever from me does have a better life. I really hope they don't ever feel the guilt, that they only feel the joy of living. And on that note, I'm outta here.

Media quote of the day: I know that what's happened has been overwhelming. And I know it's going to take a while to sort it all out. But while you're sorting, I want you to remember that all the times I prayed that Gracie would have a second chance at life, I always knew that if God blessed us, the heart she got would have to be from a very special person, if it were going to be at home in Grace. When she met you, her heart beat truly for the first time. Perhaps it was meant to be with you always. - Marty O'Reilly - Return to Me

Happy Labor Day

Well, the weekend went pretty well, nothing to actually report on but thought I'd write it down for posterity. Friday and Saturday was spent getting the house in order and shopping done for the 13 people that were coming over for Fantasy Football picks. The cookout and the draft went well. My MIL came over for some food and then ended up sticking around for awhile after, which was nice. I didn't know what I was going to do while the draft was going on.

Today we recovered. Slept in until 10ish then got up and watched Soprano's season 2 until he had to go to work. I came on line and checked out a few of the sites I normally read. My mom called a little while ago and invited me over to sit around a fire and bullshit some so I think I'll be doing that.

I'm not going to do a Media quote today, can't think of anything off the top of my head that fits with this nothingness post and I don't have time to look up anything since I gotta get to moms.

Hope your holiday was good for everyone who celebrates Labor Day and for those who don't I hope your regular Monday was great.

Rambling again about nothing

So our friend that was supposed to be coming in for the weekend is no longer doing so. He and his wife just sold their house so they'll be moving instead. Which I'm glad all the way around about. They'll be in a nicer home and I don't have to have someone sleepin on my couch for a weekend.

Boss man was out all day today and will be so tomorrow. Did about 15 minutes of work and then had nothing to do for the rest of the day. Which means I won't have anything to do tomorrow unless boss man 2 comes in. When he does he's only in for about 2 hours and usually gives me about 10 minutes of work to do, so that's something to look forward to I guess. I was actually thinking of keeping a running tab in the margins under the archives list of every time I actually earn my paycheck. It'd look awfully sad only being updated every now and then though so I don't know if I'll do that, it might depress me. I printed out a few want ads yesterday, I'll read them over a little more and see who I'd like to send my resume to. A couple were actually in my town and one town over which would be fucking fantastic.

Well, I gotta go wake up H Ditty and find something for dinner, I'm outta here.

Media quote of the day: Take this job and shove/I ain't workin' here no more - Johnny Paycheck, lyrics by David Allen Coe

Public Service Announcement

I just went to the bathroom and once again, this happened Monday also, there was piss on the toilet seat. So I have to say this: Women, those of you who hover, please sit your ass down. It is highly unlikely that you will ever get germs on your sacred tushy. According to this post (scroll down to the next section) you're more likely to get a disease because of women not washing their hands. And your desk is even more likely to cause you to get sick. It's because of women like you who don't just sit down that we have any likelihood of this happening in the first place. And then, if you're one who does end up getting piss on the seat, you don't bother wiping up after yourself. You know you more than likely pissed on the seat, when you turn to flush take a look down, if there's piss there wipe it the fuck up!

AND FLUSH YOUR SHIT AND TAMPONS TOO!! I mean GOD DAMN people, is it too much to ask? I worked at a restaurant one summer and one of my many jobs was to clean the bathrooms. The women's room was always worse then the men's room. Shit and/or tampons in the toilets, sometimes coating the toilets; toilet paper all over the floor; piss on seats and just general trash all over the fucking place. The men's room wasn't spotless by any means, but it was no where near as gross, not ever.

So once again, SIT THE FUCK DOWN!

And about the first part of the first link, putting the seat down. I grew up with four older brothers and they almost always put the seat down. Now, I have fallen through because they haven't and yes it is my fault for not looking. But when you get used to them doing it 29 days out of the month you don't look. Besides, it just makes good sense to put the seat and LID down. I was surprised to see this article didn't mention it but every time the toilet is flushed tiny particles of piss/shit water floats up into the air and settles all over your bathroom. Now, some might think this is the perfect reason to hover, but the germs do die very quickly, it's just extremely gross. Sherri says it very well and funny, unlike me, when she talks about her farting theory and what it does. This is what flushing does.

Media quote of the day:
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
You were throwing caution to what you were pissin' in
Pissin' in the wind
And that's the shape I'm in

Strict 9 - Local H

Earned my paycheck! Go me.

Yay, I earned my pay check again today. Well, mostly anyway, I still had some time to lurk around to the sites I read. But that was while waiting on boss man to become available to go over the work I had done. And now I'm taking a break to get this in. I'll write more later.

More later:

So my weekend went pretty well. H Ditty had to work so we didn't go anywhere or do anything special. Just watched some shows off of tivo, played a little cribbage, which he's been kicking my ass in the last 5 games. I'm getting really sick of that shit! Did some cleaning that needed doing before our friend comes to stay next Friday. Probably do a little bit more of that over the next couple of days. We're both procrastinators so we'll do a little bit here and there and then quit, very bad we are. Then I watched the Emmy's, very happy The Office and 24 won. I thought Conan did a good job. Wouldn't mind seeing him back next year. Although I do love me some Ellen. I was very disappointed I missed the show in 2001, after reading how well she did and all.

The anniversary of my namesake is upon us. When she was blowing on in, oh who am I kidding, still to this day, I get remarks about it. Some are funny but for the most part it's same ole, same ole. But I actually don't mind it, it's a conversation starter. As I've mentioned before, we're Saints fans in this house and we try to go down at least once a year to see a game. We had tickets for the Bears/Saints game that got moved to LSU but the date didn't work out for us or his dad and stepmom who were going to go along. So no trip last year and unless something huge happens there won't be one this year.

We were very sad and still are about what's happened down there. I feel guilty because I never got around to sending any money and I had every intention of doing so. Now, even if I tell a place I want the money to go there I doubt it will. But we'll help out by going down every chance we get. And I encourage anyone who reads this to go there too. Go at least once in your life but it'd be better to go more often. There's no way in hell you'll be able to take it all in in one trip, even if you stay two weeks. I lived not far from there for 6 years and have been going back for a vacation just about every year since I moved back to IL in '92 and still haven't seen or done everything that's able to be seen or done. I miss Mardi Gras, haven't been to that since '94. I keep saying we need to go but so far haven't been able to convince H Ditty. But one of these years it'll happen.

The night of the hurricane H Ditty had to work. I was sitting in our living room reading a book, the blinds were up about half way and I was sitting under the lamp so I could be clearly seen from the road. He calls me up and tells me to, "Turn right, you need to turn right." So I turned right, so I was facing my kitchen, didn't see anything so I looked the other way out the window to see if there was a car in the street with maybe him in it but there wasn't. So I said, "What are you talking about?" He says, "You need to turn right right now." So I turned again, and again, saw nothing out of the ordinary. So I say, "Ok, what the hell, I've turned right now 2 times and there's nothing in the kitchen or anywhere else for that matter that I need to see that way, why the hell are you telling me to turn right?" He starts laughing and says, "You need to turn right so you'll miss New Orleans, why you wanna destroy our city?"

Media quote of the day: ...they mostly come at night... mostly = Newt - Aliens

Can't help it, every time I hear or say the word "mostly" I say this line, sometimes it's only in my head, but it's said.

F******G CAT! Aahh but I do love him.

We have four cats and one if not more are pissing us off to no end. We believe it's one, The Brat Prince, who make no mistake earned his nickname. He is a high maintenance, spoiled little brat of a cat whom I love dearly.

You see, he has a disease that if he eats hard food it will make him have bloody shits. We found this out when he started taking shits behind the tv and they were very bloody. Actually he'd taken a few before in the litter box but they had been so far between each other and not very bloody we didn't really think much of it. I kept telling H Ditty to take him to the vet (easier for him since he doesn't work during the day) but for whatever reasons he hadn't done it. Then one morning he's sitting at his computer and BP is sitting in my chair. Well next thing H Ditty knows he's smelling shit of the likes he's never smelled before. Looks over to see if BP is in the chair and sees a pile of steaming bloody shit. ON MY CHAIR! So needless to say he was taken into the vet that day and they did all kinds of expensive tests to determine he's got swollen anal glands or something of the like.

So now he gets fed a special prescribed diabetic soft food. The others eat the hard version. He also is only supposed to eat twice a day which means the others only get to eat twice a day. He gets put on the landing to the basement stairs to eat while the others have theirs in our bedroom. He prefers theirs and two of them prefer his but of course he's not supposed to have it. Because of this none of them finish their portions. The other two, Cry Baby and Whiskers (also well earned), I will let eat the remainder of his food so it doesn't go to waste but not so him. We toss theirs back in the bag. There are times, like this morning, that he won't eat until the next time because he doesn't eat his food in hopes of getting the hard. Which I, I admit, will let him do every now and then, at least a little bit so he's not starving. H Ditty gets very upset with me. :p

If he doesn't get his way or is locked in the basement longer than he wants without H Ditty or myself there he will take a shit behind our tv. Monday I got home with 5 minutes to spare before H Ditty had to go to work. I walked out with him to go deposit my check. Normally I feed them as soon as I walk in the door but since I wanted to make the bank before they closed I didn't this time. I was gone less than 20 minutes. As soon as I walked in the back door I smelled it, nasty shit smell. I was hoping and praying that one of them had just taken one but I should have known better. I went down the basement and sitting on top of the litter was a pile of shit that which ever one did it didn't bother to cover up, so I did it. A few minutes later I notice the smell is still there just as strong as it had been. So I look behind the tv and sure enough that fucking cat left a pile. The only good thing about it was that it wasn't bloody and it at least was more solid then normal.

Wednesday I walk in the back door and not two steps into the kitchen is a soupy mess of BP's puke. He doesn't upchuck like most cats. There's hardly ever any solid mass, it's almost always watery that when it dries looks like piss. Always pleasant to step into in the middle of the night, blech!

Then, THEN!, last night I walk in the door and the smell of cat piss hits me. We've never had that before! I've asked family and friends, ones I know would tell me the truth, if our house smelled at all like cats, even as far back as when we had 6 of them, and I was always told no. H Ditty is up and on his computer in the basement so I go down there and ask him if he smelled it too. He does and has looked around but couldn't find it anywhere. I too looked and couldn't find it. At one point H Ditty says to me, "Pick one." So I said in a facetious way, "Brat Prince." He responds, "No, we each pick one cat and the other two go." He can be pissy when he wants to be. I sprayed febreeze on every one of the steps, the only carpeted area, and that didn't seem to help at all. The litter box didn't look particularly bad so I didn't bother with it. But after inspecting every nook and cranny and not finding anything I decided to clean it out anyway, normally I do it before I go to bed. Three scoops had the strongest ammonia odor I had ever smelled. Within minutes of that bag being taken out the smell went away. What was weird is that when I went over to the box before and took a deep whiff I didn't smell anything but the litter smell, no shit or piss mixed in. So at least that incident turned out ok.

The little bastard also wakes me up in the morning wanting fed. If he doesn't eat all of his food and I don't let him eat even one bite of the hard the night before he'll start bugging me as early as 3am. He's an Abyssinian so he's pretty tiny and doesn't weigh but 7lbs if that. But he'll run up and down my body, jump on it and "bite" any exposed skin he can get to. This morning he was nice and waited until 5:00. When he starts then Cry Baby starts acting up too. He usually chases BP around and up and down me and the bed. Now Cry Baby is a big cat, I haven't weighed him in awhile but I'm sure he's at least 14lbs. He hurts when he pounces or runs across me. The bad thing is is that I can't kick them out of the room, their litter box and water are in there. We plan on changing that one of these days but we're procrastinators so who knows when that'll happen.

Media quote of the day: Saved by kitty litter - Catwoman in Batman Returns

Damn power

Yesterday was the first day since I've been at this job that I actually truly worked. Sure I've done work before but nothing like yesterday. I was doing things for 4 different guys at the same time. Plus our receptionist is on vacation so I have to answer the phone and man the door while doing all of that other stuff. Normally our phone doesn't ring that much but one of the gentlemen is selling some property and the work number is the number he gave out. So therefore, the phone was ringing more than normal. I definitely would have liked our receptionist back. But at least I felt like I earned my paycheck for once. And in all that chaos nothing funny happened, no one got pissed at anyone else, it all went rather smoothly. Which is good, shows these people that I can multitask and all but it would've been nice if some kind of story came out of it.

This morning I was woken up to our power going out. I sleep with a fan going and when it quit working, in the middle of a pretty good dream I might add, I immediately woke up. I knew it was still too early for me to get up, since H Ditty had woken me up just a short while before feeding the cats, so I lay there hoping to fall back asleep. He had been down in the basement on the computer when the power went so he decided that it was good time to come upstairs and get me so I could help him pick up important stuff off the floor and unplug all the electronic shit in case the basement flooded again. So an hour before I even had to crack my eyes open for the first snooze I was in the basement unplugging and picking shit up.

I was thinking about laying back down again after we were done but knew it would be too damn quiet to lay there contentedly. Besides the fact that at least two cats would be all over me wanting attention. So instead I opted to go ahead and start getting ready for work. H Ditty had called the electric company's hot line and they mentioned that power was out in our town along with about 5 others and they had no timeline as to when it'd be back on. Luckily it wasn't raining much, it was more like a hard sprinkle so the basement should be fine as long as it stayed that way. I left for work and not two blocks away the power was on. And everywhere else I drove through for that matter. So I called H Ditty up to see if ours had come on in that short driving time but it hadn't. He did call about 15 minutes later though to say it had come on so no flooding worries. But now it's 10:30 and all I want to do is crawl back into bed.

So a small recap:
-- Sleeping peacefully dreaming a good dream.
-- Get woken up by dead silence
-- Have to go pick up items that can get destroyed and unplug electronics
-- Not worth laying back down again since it's too quite and cats would demand attention
-- All for nothing because it's not really raining very hard and the power is back on less than an hour later

I have some work I should be doing but I've done nothing but blow it off all morning so I guess I better quit writing this boring post and get on with it. But I don't want to, I just wanna go home.

EDIT: So H Ditty had gone fishing yesterday and caught a decent sized salmon. I was just searcing recipes on how to even begin cooking one of these things, it'll be my first fish cooking experience, when I came across this site . I'm very tempted to try it.

Media quote of the day: I wanna go home/Take off this uniform/And leave the show. = Stop - The Wall - Pink Floyd

Awwww

Fishy Wake Up!

Saturday morning we got up to go fishing at 6. We were supposed to be up by 5 but H Ditty set the alarm for pm by mistake since that's what he's used to doing for work. But because of the cats wanting fed I was woken up around 5:45ish. We fed them, threw on some clothes, stopped off at a gas station to buy a cheap styrofoam cooler to put the fish in, headed over to his work where a co-worker was loaning us a fishing rod and knife then on down to the lake. We went to the little store there to buy some minnows and my license and as we're heading out the door H Ditty realizes that he forgot his wallet at home with his license in it. We thought for a few seconds of not going back for it but Murphy's Law would've kicked in and he for sure would've been asked to show it. So we went all the way back home to get it. By the time we made it back down to the lake it was almost 7:00. That's a little late for starting but not too bad.

We walked along all these big boulders down to the very end (they were like a pier going out into the water) where we set up. Now in between every rock and boulder were spiders and spider webs. My last post said how I can't stand either one but especially the webs, I was thoroughly freaked out for a little while. But the cute ducks swimming around and a father and son who were also there at the end distracted me. Until I stood up to cast. I had been leaning on one of the boulders and when I went to reposition myself I looked back at it and there right where I had been was this HUGE spider, it had to be at least an inch long and it was this weird reddish brown color. I'd have taken a picture of it but we didn't bring the camera. So, yeah, I stood up for awhile after that.

The damn fish kept nibbling but never really bit. I mean we did catch a couple but they were too small so we threw 'em back in. Although there must have been a decent sized one or two in there; both of lost the whole bait and hook.

Over all though it was nice. It got us up and out of the house which we normally don't do, we're both homebodies. It also was a pleasant couple of hours with each other without the tv or computer going and that's always good.

Oh yeah, we were never asked to show our licenses, figures.

The evening held our poker game. I guess complaining about coming in 2nd was heard. I went out 4th. But H Ditty won so it's all good.

Media quote of the day: Fishy, wake up, why are you sleeping!?! - Darla in Finding Nemo

Spidey, Spidey where are you?

I killed a spider last night that was running willy nilly on my bedroom wall. Which set off a link of thoughts. First it made me think of Robyn and her saying in a few different posts how she won't kill spiders that are in the home as long as they keep their webs clean. Which made me think of spiderwebs and how I can't stand them. Hate them more than the spiders themselves. Which then made me think of a conversation I had with my SIL and her mother a few weeks back. We were talking about bugs and then spiders and who hates what and how much. Apparently my SIL's nephew has a phobia of spiders which made me wonder if he had ever read Stephen King's IT. And if he had, when he got to the end I wondered how freaked out he was. But they told me not to even mention spiders to him or he'd be jumpy for the rest of the day. Poor kid.

Which then made me think of the time about a month ago when I was driving home from a cousins wedding with a fairly decent sized black spider crawling around inside my car. Freaked me the hell out. I had my elbow resting on my door when out of the corner of my eye I see this dark shape coming towards it. It was nighttime so I couldn't tell what it was and when I jerked my elbow back in astonishment it did it's spidey thing and turned and ran down the side of the door; where my feet were in dress shoes. So in other words, the tops were bare. My mother who was sitting in the passenger seat asked me what was wrong so I told her and she tried to look for it but it was too dark. So for the next couple of minutes every few seconds I felt like I had something on my feet. I mentioned that to her and then she started feeling like it. But about 5 minutes later it ran across the top of the dashboard. I hurriedly got a Kleenex for her and she smashed that motherfucker good.

We had a few bags of lawn clippings inside our garage for a little over a week. We forgot to take them out to the curb when it was time. Anyway, after the car thought my mind turned to when H Ditty and I opened the garage door to talk about something in there and saw that the lawn bags were still there. In and around the bags are bunches and bunches of spiders and webs. There was a wicked looking spider right in front of us in its web that was between two of the bags. When we opened the door we startled another smaller spider that went running up the side of the right bag. The wicked one went running through its web grabbed the smaller one took it back into its web and started wrapping it up. Now I'd seen that happen on tv shows but never in real life. It was awesome to see but at the same time a little scary.

So after all those thoughts it took me a little while before I could turn off the light without worrying about one crawling on me as I slept.

Media quote of the day: Delbert McClintock: There ain't no spiders here.
Collins: Look! There's a giant spider web over there in the corner.
Delbert McClintock: Well yes, a spider web would reveal an arachnid presence

small scene from Arachnophobia

I still nominate...

Just wanted to get this down while it's still fresh in my mind. The radio station that I listen to in the morning while getting ready for work has this thing every Thursday called Open Phone Thursday. It's where anyone can call in and talk about anything they want to. This chick calls up to thank them for doing what they're doing in regards to the guy who got ate by the wood chipper the other day. I guess they've got some link on the website where people can go to to donate money for his family. And then the dj's and this chick start talking benefits, such as, the station will help promote and go to a benefit where they'll give out stuff to help raise money for them. They of course can't do it themselves but they'll help out if anyone wants to do one. Alright, no problem, it's they're prerogative.

This is where I have a problem. The main dj goes on to say how he had read an article where the dead guys friend and coworker was interviewed. He says that the chipper was an unfamiliar borrowed and faulty machine. So, dead guy was using a machine that wasn't his, wasn't familiar with the operations of it and obviously didn't make sure the safety precautions worked before using it. Because that was the faulty part, the switch or whatever that would reverse the teeth didn't work. So the teeth grabbed the guys foot and continued to pull him in. Also, friend says how everyone who's used that machine has used their foot. The dj also says how people he knows personally have used feet to shove wood further into their chipper so those of us listening shouldn't judge so quickly. BULLSHIT

As I said yesterday, tragic, horrible accident. But still, dumbass. It doesn't matter that the safety switch didn't work, it doesn't matter that everyone and their brother used their foot, it doesn't even matter that he left a family behind. What does matter is that he USED HIS FOOT not another piece of wood. What matters is that he didn't turn the machine off before trying to dislodge the stuck piece. What matters is that he didn't think of his family before doing what he did.

It's awful, absolutely and I'm sorry for his family and friends. The guy was a dumbass though.

Media quote of the day: Can't think of anything to go with this, nothing seems to fit.

I nominate....

I heard on the radio this morning that a guy over the border in WI accidentally killed himself. As soon as I heard the story I thought that the Darwin Awards should snatch it up right quick. This was tragic, no doubt about it, and being that he lives so close someone I know may very well know him (his name has not been released yet), hell I may even know who he was. But it's just so stupid. He's the OWNER of a tree shredding business. A chunk of wood got caught in the machine and this guy used his foot to try to push it through. Then his foot got caught and before his employees could get to him to free him the shredder sucked him in and chucked him out. I feel for his family and friends I really do, buuuut, he was a complete dumbass.

This weekend is poker weekend again. I'm getting a little pissed that I'm not winning, 2nd is nice and all, it shows that I'm a good player in our little group. But it also shows that I'm doing something wrong. Maybe it's because I don't bluff, at least not enough. It's that I don't want to go out early or lose too many chips so I don't take the chance. Which because I don't bluff and all the guys know it is the exact reason I should do it more often. Not go crazy or anything, just do it a little more. Because when I do have a good hand and I bet a decent amount unless they really have something they all tend to fold very quickly. This tendency to not want to go out or lose a lot of chips is also why it's fairly easy to bluff me out. I've been pissed with myself after this has happened. You'd think that after playing for a year and a half I'd get over it.

Just heard that boss man is on his way back in. He was out all morning at a meeting and it was bliss. It's 1:30 so even if he's back in less then 15 minutes (which he didn't say so we don't know) it won't be too bad. He's one of those guys that always has a phone to his ear. So when he first gets back he'll listen to voicemail then return all the calls he needs to. I'm hoping he'll do all that before I hear the first "Katrina" out of his mouth anyway. I'm also hoping, of course, that he won't be back for quite sometime. His meeting was in a town an hour away, if we're lucky he called right when he got in his car.

EDIT: WOO HOO, he's gone for the day and it's only 4:00. He got in at 2:00 and within minutes had called me into his office to dictate a letter and give me a few more things to do. But as he's giving me the things he says for me to do the letter first as he's going to be leaving as soon as that and one of the other items were taken care of. Then he proceeded to get on the phone and have two very long conversations. I finished my list, he signed two letters, and then got the hell out of here. So not only was he only here two hours but as he's leaving he's saying goodbye to everyone saying he won't be in tomorrow or Friday either. He'll of course call quite a few times throughout the days but at least we won't be seeing him.

EDIT 2: My homepage is Yahoo.com and I always read the headline news. Apparently there's a guy being held in the death of JonBenet Ramsey in Thailand of all places. I truly didn't think they'd every arrest anyone in that case.

Media quote of the day: And I guess that was your accomplice in the woodchipper. - Marge Gunderson in Fargo

One of those days

Have you ever had a day where you just knew you'd be called into the bosses office and get a reeming? Or at the very least, he'd/she'd ask you about something that you haven't done yet and you knew it'd cause a problem? I had one of those mornings today. The thing is, I had done everything that I was supposed to do by Friday night so there wasn't anything to be worried about. But for some reason I had that anxiety thing going on. The good thing is he didn't show up until 10:30 and then he left at 3:00. The I got to leave at 3:45 to go pick up some plans from a surveying company. So the day actually went just fine with no problems. That was nice but I sure did hate the feelings until he left.

My weekend went pretty well. As posted in the wee hours of Friday night/Saturday morning I went to see Local H. It was great show, had a grand ole time. Then Saturday and Sunday didn't do a whole lot. H Ditty learned how to play cribbage a couple weeks back at work so then he taught me how. Saturday before he had to go to bed we played about 4 or 5 games and I kicked his ass. Well, to be honest I just won more than kicked ass. But it was still a lot of fun.

Watched a few more old time movie favorites. Mr and Mrs Smith - kick ass movie; Then because I hadn't gotten enough Brad Pitt I wastched Fight Club - another kick ass movie; then brought it down with Much Ado About Nothing - which I used a media quote from in an earlier post. Then because Kenneth Bransgh sounds a lot like Rowen Atkinson I decided to watch Black Adder II. If you like British humor and haven't seen Black Adder get ye to a video store and buy it. It's some of the best tv that ever came out of England.

We have a friend coming to stay with us in a few weeks for H Ditty's fantasy football picks. He's from Oklahoma and instead of just calling in his picks he's actually spending loads of money to come up for the weekend. Which is nice and all but now we have to spend time REALLY cleaning the place up. So I guess that's what I'll be doing over the next couple of weekends.

Media quote of the day: Thank you young crone! Here is a purse of moneys...which I'm not going to give you. Black Adder in Black Adder II in Bells

Silly things

Fun stuff for the day

Your Pirate Name Is...

Lord Busty Bertha

What's Your Pirate Name?

You Are 27 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

In a Past Life...

You Were: An Arrogant Belly Dancer. Where You Lived: Turkey. How You Died: Decapitation.

Who Were You In a Past Life?

Your IQ Is 105

Your Logical Intelligence is Below Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional Your General Knowledge is Above Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

I guess it's time to work on my logical shit

Media quote of the day: Wasting time in Margaritaville - Jimmy Buffett

My buzzed bordering on drunken post

It's 4:31 in the am of Saturday the 12th. I'm still buzzed from earlier. Went and saw an awsome show by Local H. I haven't seen them in years. Went with 3 of my brothers and two SIL's. We had a great time, drank more than I probably should have. One Jager, and two hanging nazis or as our bartender called 'em, dead nazis. I don't give a rats ass what they're called, they're fuckin good. Love Jager but this shit puts that away. Apparently it's Jager and Rumpleman's mixed. They cut eachother and it just smooth goodness going down. So those three along with Long Islands, even though they were made from mix, I'm pretty well buzzed. Was getting pissed for awhile, my brothers and myself spending money on these damn drinks and not feeling anythign is just wrong. But finally, near the end of the show and my las LI I started to feel it. So of course to make sure I did we did the 3rd or I guess I should say 2nd haning nazi.

But back to Local H. If ya'll havent heard of them or even if you have, you have to listen to 'em more often. Great band that doesn't get their due. I grew up with the singer, don't have the 1st fucking clue who the drummer is. I take that back, he's from Queen's of the Stone Age. So I know one fucking clue about him. Heh. Couldn't fucking see the motherfucker though. Every now and then we'd see a drum stick in the air but otherwise it was just good ole Scott up there by himself. AT least that's what it looked like. But it was a great fucking show none the less. Is that hyphenated? Ah, who gives a fuck. I'm about to fall asleep sitting here typng this shit as I'm sure you about to fall asleep reading it.

Basically just wanted to say great show tonight, need to do this more often. You all need to get out there and buy an album or two or hey, why not all of them. One of the best bands out there right now!

Media quote of the day:
I'm not mad/I'm just bored
And everything I do is only because
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you
And that includes you
Mess around with you

Piss away potential
Everyday is a waste
And I'm wasted everyday
There's nothing much else for me to do
And that includes you - and that includes you
Mess around with you

You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror

- it gives me away
the things that I say

You think you know where I'm coming from
The words that I say when I'm playing dumb
It gives me away
It gives me away

One more thing before we go
I've stepped over everyone I know
Everyone I know

You see me now a little bit clearer
The face I make when I'm looking in the mirror

It give me away

You think you know where I'm coming from
The words I say when I'm playing dumb

It gives me away
It gives me away
It gives me away
I'm always ashamed

I'm always ashamed
and that's the way to be

Lyrics by Scott L of Local H


Now then, a disclaimer, drunken that is. The lyrics are as close as I could get them in the state i'm in and along with everything else I'm not going back to correct it so just fucking deal. Love ya!

FOOTBALL FOOTBALL FOOTBALL

Just wanted to say that I'm so happy it's August. That means it's almost autumn, THE ABSOLUTE BEST TIME OF YEAR and FOOTBALL is here. We are Saints fans in this house. My 2nd favorite team are Da Bears. H Ditty doesn't have a 2nd team, to him there is no other team but the Saints.

I'm excited, we have tickets to two games this year. Cleveland and Green Bay. I hope to God that they play better than last year against Green Bay. That was a sad sad day. Not only did the Saints get their ass handed to them but it was only 3 days after our wedding. We were hopeing for a great wedding present from them but nope didn't happen. Oh well, still had a good time.

We were hoping to get down to a game in New Orleans, especially the home opener but with me changing jobs we couldn't do it. Next year though we've gotta do whatever it takes. I'm having N'Awlins withdrawal.

Media quote of the day: Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez" (Let the Good Times Roll) - Just about any New Orleans musician

Mmmm Denzel

I've read many blogs/journals out there where people have complained about getting forwards/joke e-mails. I have to say that for the most part it doesn't bother me. The ones I don't feel like reading I just delete but most of them I do read and actually enjoy. The really good ones I send on to the few people I know don't mind getting them, in other words the ones who send them to me. I guess what I'm saying is, if it really bugs you so much tell whoever it is that's sending them to cease and desist and be done with it. Why complain about it on your site? But then, who am I to say what someone should or shouldn't complain about. Look at me, I'm basically complaining about the people complaining. I'll shut up now.

Today was a pretty pleasant day at work. The boss is gone until Monday so I was able to surf the web with very little worry about getting caught. I went to all the sites I normally go to and enjoyed them all.

I love my husband (from here in out known as H Ditty) but damn sometimes I wish he'd get his shit together. I work days he works nights. When I get home for the day I change into my lounge around clothes which of course entails taking off the constraints they call a bra. Today was no exception. I'm kicking back, got the tv on in the background and checking my e-mail. I've been home for almost an hour, my laid back groove is grooving along. He calls me up. He needs me to bring him some money so he can chip in for an ice cream cake for a coworker who's last day it is. Plus some for his dinner from the place their all getting their food from. This is typical of him. He'll tell me as he's crawling into bed that, "Oh yeah, I forgot I'm supposed to bring the sodas, plates and plasticware tonight for (insert what ever party/dinner thing here)." So that means I have to drag my sorry ass to the store to get the shit and then I don't even get to partake. Rip off.

Or take last Sunday, I'm not planning on going anydamnwhere as I mentioned before. Mind you, he was up for about 4 hours after he got home from work, before going to bed. As he's finally going upstairs he asks, "Are you going anywhere today?"
"No, I told you I'm doing nothing today until tonight when I'm playing poker." "
"Well, I need you to do three things for me." Then proceeds to tell me that since we don't have any cash on us he needs me to go to the bank to get him money for some dinner that his coworkers are wanting to do. Something he could have done on his way home from work! Then, go to the store to get him Albacore tuna fish because he really likes it and I didn't get enough last time so he needs more. Go to the store your damn self dammit! And then go back to the camera store to take back the camera bag he bought for his camera and get a new one. Don't think so, you ended up not being happy with the one you picked out for yourself there's no way in hell I'm picking one out for you.

The only thing I did was get the money because I could go through a damn drive thru all skankafied and not give a shit. Don't worry, I put a bra, jeans and clean shirt on.

Shit that Denzel Washington is one HOT and BOOTYLICIOUS MAN. Turned around to look to see what was on tv and there was a closeup of him. He's been in my top five list on and off for many years now.

EDIT: So he wakes me up the next morning and tells me he has good and bad news. The good news, his share of the cake, etc was just over 2 bucks. The bad news, get this shit, he had 10 bucks in his wallet already. He thought he only had 5 and that wouldn't have been enough for his share plus food. But he didn't bother to look to make sure. MEN, gotta love 'em.

Media quote of the day: Will you have me, lady? - Denzel as Don Pedro in Much Ado About Nothing
Me - yes, yes I will.

Well that sucked. I was out right at the 30 minute mark. I played well though, I don't think I did anything wrong with the two hands that ultimately put me out. I had trip 10's and the person I went up against had a straight, both on the flop. So I lost half my chips on that hand. Then I had to make a move, blinds were 50 and 100 and I only had 500 left. I had a A5, 66A flopped so I went all in. One person called, they had A7. So they already had me beat then to put the nail in the coffin they got a 7 on the river. Oh well, I wouldn't have played either hand differently. The only one I should have played differently was the hand just before the A5. I had pocket Ks and I went all in before the flop. No one called so I won the blinds. I mean, that helped with the next hand, gave me money for the next blinds but I should've only called so someone else might have too. But with the luck I was having two As would've flopped and someone would've had one.

Oh well, on to the next round as soon as they're up.

In better news. I did much of nothing this weekend. Every weekend this month there was something going on so I decided this one I'd do nothing. I rewatched some of my favorite movies again: Braveheart, The Others and Gladiator. I read and took a nap. Very nice and relaxing weekend.

This is what I would've liked to have done with the game -

Media quote of the day: Take the money and run - The Steve Miller Band

2nd place again

Oh well, came in 2nd place on Friday. We have a yearly tournament going. We play once a month and then one large game at the end of the year. Our year goes from February to February by the way. Last year we played a total of 14 games, out of those 14 I came in 2nd 9 times. This year we've played a total of 5 games and I've come in 2nd twice already. I get so close then it goes to shit. This time the guy sucked out on me, didn't win until the river.

At least I have this Sunday to look forward to. I'm not expecting to win let alone even get to the final table but I do have my hopes up. I'm a good player and the other website I've played on I've gotten to the final table many many times so it's not inconceivable.

Wish me luck

Media quote of the day: I call - any celebrity or professional player of Texas Hold'em

Texas Hold 'Em

I've been in love with playing and watching No Limit Texas Hold 'Em ever since I saw the first Celebrity Poker Show Down on Bravo. I've played it for free and for money, on line and at home. Whether I win or lose I have a good time. But now I'm extremely excited, I just won last night a qualifying tournament on Bravo's websight. On July 30th I'll be in the final tournament and the winner of that round gets a silent walk on role for the tv show Las Vegas. Hmmm, maybe I should start watching the show. I'll also be playing this Friday at a friends house. I'm hoping my luck keeps on running.

Media quote of the day: I'm all in - any celebrity or professional player of Texas Hold'em