Church = Bad
When my parents were here a few weeks ago, my mom decided we must all go to church. I suggested the LDS church since it's so close, she wasn't amused. Anyway, my dad and I went along to keep her happy. All seemed fine. Then yesterday, a random stranger came up and said she'd seen me in church and was I single? What the hell? Who does this? You do not walk up to total strangers and ask them about their personal lives.
She apparently wants me to date her son. Lovely. I remained noncommittal without being rude and quickly extricated myself from the situation.
Smells Like Nirvana
I'm wondering who declared this month "Remember How Awesome Nirvana Was?" month. In the last week, I have seen three separate Nirvana features. Now I'm not complaining about VH1 Classic running Nirvana Unplugged 'cause that was nice to have on in the background, but really, must we worship and bow down to Kurt Cobain?
That said, can grunge come back in again? I loved the flannel shirts. They were super comfortable.
All Pillows Need Cases
I am deeply saddened to report that the Janesville Ramada Inn - infamous for its lack of pillowcases - has been torn down to make way for a Menards. While I'm sure the world needs more home improvement hardware stores, it makes me just a bit sad to learn of this hotel's demise.
Sheer Smut
The other day I was in Barnes and Noble looking at trashy romance novels when two teenage girls came along. Seeing the books (and apparently me looking at them) they proceeded to go off on how romance novels are pure smut and only trashy people would read them. They're so gross. I guess that makes me trashy and gross.
One wonders if they've ever read any type of fiction. There are plenty of books more full of sex than [some] romance novels. Hell, there are romance novels out there with strong religious overtones and absolutely no sex. There may even be a [gasp] LDS novel in the Deseret bookstore about some guy with his fun Mormon underwear and the girl who loved him. I can't stand it when people form uninformed opinions and proceed to spout them at total strangers. Then again, what else would you expect to find in
hell Utah?
And Gracie's now on doggie Valium
Would you like to know why?
An absolute fear that the furnace is going to attack her leads to such sheer panic that she put a massive hole in the wall trying to get away from the heat. Lovely. We're hoping the meds will calm her down enough that I can work with her to overcome her problems with the furnace. Right now, she's too irrational to do anything with her when the heat is on.
Lily Comes to Call
I was all nice and warm and sleeping in this morning for my day off when out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Throwing on clothes, I flew like a flash outside to the deck to stop the upcoming clash. Once there what did I see? But my next door neighbor rescuing her raccoon from Gracie.
Damn dog wouldn't shut up. Lily the raccoon thought it was great fun. Sadly, after that, I was awake so I got dressed and drove to Wal*Mart. I hate Wal*Mart.
Delta, Brownies and Alcohol
The other day I decided I wanted some brownies. So I bought some brownie mix and prepared to make some brownies. Bastards added some part where I had to add my own flour because I live high. Even more annoying was that apparently, I live too high to make their brownies. Someone needs to have a chat with Betty Crocker.
Delta is on my list too. I made arrangements for my flight home for Christmas with specific times in mind and paid more for the tickets I bought for that reason. What's Delta do? They send me a freaking e-mail saying they've changed my flight home from 6:00 PM Christmas Day to 1:30. Which, way to destroy Christmas, Delta. I hate them. They did mildly redeem themselves by providing a phone number which did not put me on hold for years and a very nice operator who agreed with me that Delta was trying to screw me. Sadly, they did not have a later flight that day so I'm flying out the next morning. It should be early enough that I won't have to deal with the Christmas crowds though, so I'm satisfied.
And finally, I've added another reason to the list of why Utah sucks - all liquor stores are closed on Veterans Day. The stupid government owns all stores and they close them on federal holidays.
I've Got Nothing
Surely something has happened in the last couple weeks. Sadly, I can think of nothing. I know, I can update you on my poor neurotic dog who is scared of the heat vents. When the furnace comes on, she goes into panic mode. A couple times each night I wake up to hear Gracie pacing back and forth trying not to get eaten? by the vent. Now that George, her stalwart friend and companion, has returned to his home, poor Gracie is alone and must protect herself.
She and George became quite close but I think everyone was a little relieved when it was time for George to return home. I know my carpet let out a sigh of relief. I'll post some new house pictures when I can get some where the light is right.
