Success!
E now has the internet at home which means I can now read Beth's blog - something which was blocked from work. Don't ask me why Livejournal is blocked but Blogger is not.
Starting next week I will attempt to post some pictures of rooms in my house and their current state of transformation. I am now also free to discuss my coworkers - If I can remember them, I can think of some good stories to tell.
I wish my few and far between readers a very good Labor Day Weekend. I know I expect to have a good one.
Internet
Tomorrow is supposed to be go day for my internet connection. Here's hoping they actually show up to install it.
Do you know how occasionally you come up with a blog topic that someone might actually be interested in but then somehow can't dredge up the energy or creativity to write the actual post? That's me.
I promise though that as soon as the damn electric company installs the internet in my home, I will post something interesting. Actually, I'll just be able to be more free with my comments.
Have a nice day.
Whatever
This weekend Operation Weed Killer entered Phase II. Sadly, I think we'll need to quickly move into Phase III.
I was quite productive this weekend. I cleaned my kitchen, washed and primed the pantry door, attempted to clean the dining room, dug out and washed the shutters someone had stupidly thrown haphazardly under the deck, mowed the lawn, watered all the trees in my front and backyard, watched the Twins offense suck but still win two games and visited the library.
I really like the Rangers announcers. In the third inning of the game yesterday, they commented on how many they shouldn't have mentioned Johan's career high in strikeouts. By the end of the game, they were openly cheering for him. Also, as non-Twins employees, were quite free with their comments about how much the Twins offense sucks. Nice clean analysis is so much better than Punto's been struggling a little this year. Ya think?
E's Night Out
Last week I believe I mentioned that my fear of missionaries kept me from answering the door and receiving an invite to a party. Now E is nothing if not sociable, so she went to this "party". Really, I was after the free food and thought I could grab a plate, say hey and take off.
It turns out that I was right not to answer the door because this was a sneak attack by the church to get new recruits to come and meet their elders or whatever. E, however, was on to their plan and simply ignored all references to religion. I believe it was assumed that I shared their beliefs - although I may be a bit of a suspicious character as I'm neither married nor the mother of millions of little Es (scary thought that). Whatever, I was social. Now I'm done for a good long while.
Yard Work
I'm going to stop working. I don't think I'm making any progress anyway.
This weekend I decided to do some more landscaping/garden work. It seems the massive four foot weeds were ready to climb the fence and I worried that they might be trying to take over the valley. A weed whacker wasn't going to touch these things, so I got a hedge trimmer and went to town. Two hours later I was maybe halfway through the weeds. At that point, I hurt so I quit. I'm not going to finish. I'm too old for this crap.
On a positive note, given my lack of reaction to the large clouds of pollen and seeds falling all over me, I have concrete proof that I have no garden/plant related allergies.
Utter Ridiculousness
Last night, I was watching FSN Bay Area to see Barry break the homerun record. The power was out in Kansas City and the Twins were sucking as usual so they were not worth watching. Anyway, back to Barry, during the commercial breaks, they had a split screen one with the commercial and the other with Barry taking his warm up swings. Seriously? Did we need to see that? Who the hell cares?
In other news, it was damn cold last night. I'm thinking winter is on its way.
Also last night, my doorbell rang. It's pathetic but I wouldn't answer it because I didn't want to have to talk to missionaries. Who else would come knocking on my door? Anyway, after they left I went out to do something and found out it wasn't missionaries but a neighbor who wanted to invite me to a welcome party. Now I feel bad. Still not going to answer the door though.
Hark! Barry Bonds Approacheth!
Dear Vin Skully,
You are awesome. Quotes like the one above make baseball so enjoyable to watch when you're calling the game. It's also interesting to note that you do not mention your birthday or circling things when on the air. Keep up the good work.
Fondly,
E
Dear Target,
I adore you. I love how, from your clientele to your layout, you in no way resemble Wal*Mart. Even though I had absolutely no need to purchase anything from you, I searched and finally managed to find a couple things to buy. See what a great customer I am? How about opening a store in Western Wyoming?
Hopefully,
E
Dear CNN, Fox News, et al,
Apparently, unless a disaster happens in New York, DC or Los Angeles you are perfectly useless. Stop sucking and report facts. Making up bridge names is not a good way to report the news - I'm looking at you Fox News. Just in case you are wondering there is not a 19th Avenue bridge and cities do not put pedestrian walkways on the freeway. E, however, is smart enough to know that you are dumb and having lived at University and 35W for two years and walking across the
10th Avenue Bridge several times daily, she was quickly able to figure out that you people know jack and to push mute.
Regards,
E
Dear V,
I apologize for not calling to see if you were okay. Seriously, how was I supposed to know that after five years you still frequent your sorority? My advice is to stop going there when disasters occur. Actually, my advice would be to stop visiting the sorority altogether but that's another issue.
Sorry,
E
It's Fair Time
I'm extremely disappointed to announce that Billy the Incessantly Bleating Sheep has not gone off to the fair as expected. E was really hoping that Billy was a 4H project and would go away. Then again, the next door neighbors also have a pet raccoon which they wear on their heads, so I guess it's not beyond the realm of possibility that the damn sheep is also a pet - albeit one that can't sit on their heads.
My dad says I should one up them and get an alpaca. Apparently, they don't spit. He's also actively trying to borrow a goat from one of my coworkers. The last thing I need is a goat in my backyard. That said, the chorus of bleating from the two animals would certainly keep everyone awake. And I need something if I'm to keep up with the Joneses.
