I had ice cream for dinner last night. I do that sometimes, just to reaffirm and assure myself that I'm a grownup who can eat whatever she damn well pleases.
Once again, I barely got some bill payments in on time last night. Thank God for online banking! Otherwise, I'd have been toast. I keep putting my mail in neat little stacks and then ... promptly forgetting about them. Weeks can go by before it dawns on me, "You know, you oughta open that mail." I need a better system.
The "going to bed early" stuff is history. Again. I'm back to staying up way too late. The later it gets, the busier I seem to get with stuff so that going to sleep is the last thing on my mind. I've been having to order myself, "That's IT, lights OUT!" at 1:00 A.M., and then follow through -- fighting it all the way. This ain't normal. Can't be.
We got a strange case in yesterday. This guy is charged with animal cruelty because a horse attacked one of his calves. And it wasn't even his horse. I had no idea that horses would attack. I've never been a bit shy about approaching strange horses, and I've never run into a problem with one.
The Neighbors From Hell still haven't budged. It looks like it will ultimately have to be resolved in court after all. At least they've been quieter. Maybe it was that night I gave one of them the finger in my nightgown. Not a very classy thing to do, but it felt good at the time.
My ankle has turned from black and blue to nauseating hues of green and lavender. I look like meat gone bad. Thank God it feels better than it looks.
I've banged up both of my knees on my desk drawers this morning, chipped a nail, and broken the chain on my bracelet. My watch has died and my cell phone has only one bar. Is there some new weirdness in the air that I don't know about? I have a headache.
TWISTED LINGUISTICS
Today, you're in charge. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to take the list of Words Gone Wild and use them in a story, poem, or whatever.
accessable
confascated
tramatic
faiting
colapse
comeplete
I had time to put my hair up in rollers;
feels so much better than flathead.
Well, ain't this just hunky-dory? Story of my life.:-)
| Your Anti Climactic Fortune |
 Deep into your future, I forsee: A goal you'll never reach |
32 comments:
A chipped nail? Please say it ain't so. All the rest is mere confetti in the parade of life, but the nail thing really concerns me. I think you know how I feel about nails. :-D
***Your Anti Climactic Fortune***
Deep into your future, I forsee: An unsatisfied curiosity.
Damn. Does that mean the burning question of "Do ex husbands explode" will never be answered?LOL
Oh! I shouldn't have scared you like that.:-) I am always prepared -- I was a Girl Scout, you know -- and filed it nice and smooth again. You can't even tell it got injured. Reeeee-lax.:-)
LOL, Roxan. I think the more pressing, burning question is whether current ones explode, implode, or... whatever.:-)
***Your Anti Climactic Fortune***
Deep into your future, I forsee: Burnt cookies
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Ice cream, toast, burnt cookies...I'm hungryyyyyy.
are you saying you had ice cream FOR dinner? Sounds delicious but I usually need something a bit more solid.
Strange about the horse, I do know they have some pretty tough teeth when they want to use them.
I don't know what's in the air but it feels a lot better today to me.
I'd join in on the words in a story but my creativity right now is zilch, nada so I'll pass.
Another great picture, I'm starting to feel like I know your office.:)
Your Anti Climactic Fortune
Deep into your future, I forsee: A high five
Eat something, Camille. Nice golden, evenly browned toast with butter and maybe even some jam sounds good to me.
I did, TC. I had it FOR dinner. I thought the attack horse was pretty strange, too. My morning started out in the crapper, but thankfully it's improved. I'm glad things are looking up for you. High five, dude.:-)
Two words for you- automatic payment. I suck at remembering to pay bills so I have made it so I don't have to remember anymore. Works great, although I do bounce checks sometimes now.
I could tell you horses attack. Horses hate me for some reason. I have rode those "tame" horses twice in my life and both times the horse tried to kill me. One tried to climb a mountain with me on its back and the other seemed to want to buck me off. After that I do not "do" horses any longer.
Think of your misfortune as the last of an icky year working its way out and you will be fresh and good by Sunday, my birthday, the most important day of the year.
Automatic payments is a thought, Kan, though I'd probably stay overdrawn.
Daaaaang!! I never heard of this killer horse thing before.
Never fear, things are looking up and your b-day celebration is on. Is somebody baking you a cake?:-)
Carvel is I hope. My mom tried baking me an ice cream cake once before, but she could not get those tiny chocolate crunchies just right so we outsource cakes now.
I don't try to bake any more, either. Fire Dept. got tired of coming.:-)
Is there some new weirdness in the air that I don't know about? I have a headache.
It's bad vibes floating around. You can't hear or see them, but they're there. You need to put on some music to chase them away. Jerry Lee Lewis, Great Ball of Fire, would probably do it.
I was afraid it was bad vibes, Steve. Let me go find some music and see if I can't get them out of here.:-)
SJ,
So what is up? We come here to have fun, learn something about ourselves through your tales of stupidity of others, to find out how you're doing, and then you surprise us by lying right off the bat? Come on, we know you had ice cream for dinner last night because you didn't feel like cooking. ;) (I'm that way, in case you hadn't figured that out.)
What kind of whack-jobs do they have enforcing the law there? Are your officials stealing ours?
Green and lavender, who's your decorator? That sounds like a room from Miami. Seriously, I hope it gets better for you. Its gotta be hell finding shoes to match.
I've permanently banned myself from cooking, Charles. Long story. I'm hell on wheels with a microwave, though. LOL.
Those enforcing the law are the only ones around who aren't either in jail, indicted, or out on bail.
It actually isn't that hard to find shoes. It's finding a matching bag that's driving me to distraction.:-)
All right. I've had breakfast, 2 lunches and a snack between my comment this morning and now. I feel better; thanks, SJ.
(I was on the same/more similar timeline with most of you guys when I lived on the other side of the country. I'm still not used to you guys all being online HOURS before I get here.)
TWO lunches? Girl, you do know how to live.:)
I find time zones most disconcerting. I'm always having to stop and do the math -- it's an hour later where one friend is, an earlier for that one, three hours earlier for you, and five hours later in the UK. And it's already the next day in the Far East.
high fives back!
What for dinner tonight, snow cones? lol
A couple of years ago my microwave went out and before I bought another, I used the range. I never missed an appliance so much in my life.
So which are you?
You can always make one of those brassiere purses... Or are you looking for somebody with matching bruised ankles?
Noooooo, TC -- I had Chicken Parmesan. LATER I'm having ice cream.:-)
I have a stove, Charles, but I refuse to use it. It's sort of a pawn in an ongoing domestic battle. LOL.
I know some of those brassiere bags are pretty big, but I just don't think I could get all my stuff in one. I mean, aren't there only two pockets?:-)
Ice Cream for Dinner = a Dinner Made in Heaven. 94 degrees here in Oakland. Only ice cream will do.
You Scream
I Scream
We All Scream
For Ice Scream
Hi Serena...that ankle of yours sounds like a work of art! I hope it's on the mend by now.
My time is my own and I eat when and what I want. Ah...the joys of living alone!
I didn't get to sleep until 3am the other morning and thought, "What the hell!" I had nothing planned for the following day, but I still woke and rose at my normal time...around 6-6.30am. Same old, same old!
accessable - capable of accessorizing
confascated - when something confabulated was abruptly taken away
tramatic - a very, very rough ride on public rail transport
faiting - when Fate hits you so hard with something that you pass out
colapse - what happens after the enema
comeplete - how one feels after an exceptional sexual encounter
I knew you wouldn't see anything wrong with it, CD.:-)
I hadn't thought of the colorful ankle as art, Lee. Shoot, I should have taken pictures. LOL. I practically live alone, so I eat what, when, and where I want, sleep when I want... I really hate having to get up at 6:00 if I've been up 'til 3:00, though.:)
Greeny! You accepted the mission! And you did a superb job. Your interpretation of "faiting" had me howling, and I was thinking along the same lines as you with "comeplete." I just love it that we see eye to eye on these things.:-)
accessable - a cousin of the mink and weasel who grants interviews to the press
confascated - Government takes your money so fast you don't miss it.
tramatic - psychological damage when going on the Space Mountain ride at Disney World
faiting - duplicating work already done; (fait accompli - thing already done)
colapse - when you are late remitting your co-payments
comeplete - couldn't keep this one clean - besides greeny was already there
Seeing that you seem to accident prone lately, I would suggest you skip the chewing gum while you are walking. (wink)
Another excellent set of definitions, Mike. I'm going to order magic decoder rings for you and Greeny. I know, there's no way to keep comeplete clean. LOL.
I'm really trying to kick the gum/walking habit. I wonder if I could get into Lindsey's rehab place? I hear it's pretty nice.:)
Serena...?
Ice Cream?
Hahahaha....Imagine That!
xoxoxox
Yeah, G, how about that? Great minds... :-)
It's the Mercury retrograde, Serena. It's getting us all.
I wish I could have ice cream for dinner. That's one of the sucky things about being married with kids.
Then there's only one thing to do, December. We're going to have to shoot down Mercury.
You could always send the kids to grandma's a night or two a week and have yourself an ice cream orgy.:-)
I don't bother opening my mail either. It's only boring and nasty.
Some horses galloped over a car my son was in once. Actually galloped on it.
Daughter is very concerned about being attacked by cows. There seems to be a particularly aggressive sort of cow living in Devon.
Lord have mercy, Liz -- attack cows?! And here I thought cows were these big, lumbering, docile creatures.:-)
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