Yesterday was better

Had breakfaat with a new friend yesterday, a lady I became acquainted with from LiveJournal. She and I have much in common, so we had a very nice visit. It was pleasant to meet someone here in town that I'll be able to hang out with on accasion. It's always nice to meet a new friend.
Dinsy woke us up at 6am by tearing down the string of skeleton lights we had strung up in the front window. I found little plastic skeleton parts strewn throughout the front room and the living room, and she had bitten the chord through as well. Since she was being a shit cat, she got very little attention this morning, not as much cuddling as she's used to.
We also went to the Record Convention. Adrian bought a DVD of Phantom of the Paradise and a Beatles t-shirt, and I bought a Joy Division DVD. Our buddy John talked Adrian into working there for him today for a couple of hours, so I'm hanging out at home alone, trying to get rid of an oncoming migraine.

I like being old.....so fuck you!

Today was a beautiful day. The temp stayed in the 70s, the sun shone, not a cloud in the sky. Work was slow, so I got a lot done. It's a bit too windy, or we'd be sitting outside burning sticks in the chiminea.....
Tomorrow, we'll go vote early for Kinky Friedman. He doesn't have much chance of winning, but I like the feeling of being able to vote FOR someone instead of against someone for once. Yes, I honestly believe that he would do some good for the state of Texas, and I don't think that his lack of experience in the political arena will do him harm. The Governor surrounds himself or herself with people who actually do the work.
All those snotty college students who consider Kinky to be a joke need to find a sense of humor. It helps make life easier when you can laugh at yourself and life. When I was 20 years old, I thought everything was a matter of life and death, and that sort of attitude will make you old before your time and a terrible bore to boot. I read all these posts from young people (especially on LiveJournal) and it's all about what they can't eat because it has chemicals or bad karma, or what they can't wear because it once had a face and roamed a pasture. And goddess forbid, if you happen to disagree with them, they'll rip you a new asshole. I mean, if that's what floats your boat, then whatever, but what a sad existence, to worry about every little thing. If it bothers you that much, DO something about it, don't just bitch about it.
I'm so glad to be 41. I wouldn't go back to my 20s for all the money in the world.

We have the best video store in the entire universe here: I Luv Video on Airport Blvd. It's 2 stories of videos and DVDs of every genre you can name, from silent movies to foreign to porno to etc., etc., etc. Movies are not only classifed under genre and title but by director too. It's an amazing place. Plus, if you bring your new releases back early, you get a free rental. I've rented stuff there that I would never have seen anywhere else. I used to think Premier Video in Dallas was great, but this place makes it look like a Blockbuster Video.
End of puff post.....

Austin radio is.....different

A conversation I just had with my husband:

Me: Is the toilet still running?

Him: No, that's something on the radio.

Me: Are you sure? It sounds just like the toilet running.

Him: No, it's the radio, listen. (he turns down the volume and the sound goes away).

Me: What record is that that sounds like a toilet running?

Him: I don't know, but the show is called "Commercial Suicide."

Booger Bears

I was looking at website that lists supposedly "haunted" places in Texas and was dismayed to find that my hometown of Greenville is not listed at all. I did, however, find it listed on a site that lists Bigfoot sitings by state: http://www.texasbigfoot.com/Fate779.html
Has Bigfoot Moved To Texas? So while Greenvile can't boast any haints, it seems to have a supply of "booger bears" or skunk apes. This doesn't surprise me in the least. Anyone with any common sense at all would get the hell out of Greenville as soon as possible and they certainly wouldn't stick around after death. But, there have always been loads of stinking things in the vicinity of Hunt County, and I mean only partially the church folks.
My uncle Larry told me once of a near miss with a booger bear (?) out at a pond in the woods near Campbell, Texas. Campbell is the place I usually tell people I'm from because I'm embarrassed as shit to be from Greenville. Anyway, he was fishing at this pond out in the woods with his dog. Suddenly, the dog starts cowering and runs under the truck and my uncle notices a terrible stench in the air. Church people around, you say? Not bloody likely. It was on a Sunday evening when they'd all be in church pretending. Then, an unearthly howl split the air, causing a chill to run up my uncle's spine. My uncle is a Vietnam vet and he's not easily frightened. He decided it was time to pack up and split for home. As he was loading up the truck, he noticed some unusual tracks that he couldn't recognize. They were too big to be a regular bear's tracks. So, he was being stalked by a booger bear.......that's his story and he's sticking to it, even after all these years.
I remember going to the theatre to see The Legend of Boggy Creek when I was a kid and it scared the crap out of me. That monster was allegedly in Fouke, Arkansas, right next to Texarkana. I rented it again a few years ago and laughed through most of it, but it did have genuinely creepy parts. I like the idea that there's something out there that people don't quite know everything about.....ah, sweet mystery of life!

Yes, I feel old

I turned 41 yesterday. I worked until 4pm. My co-worker took me to lunch and my boss gave me a small chocolate cake. I was still feeling crappy from the migraine I had the day before, so I wasn't running on full steam. I came home and fell asleep for awhile.
Today Adrian and I went grocery shopping for him because his mouth is still very sore from the surgery. We bought lots of soups and soft foods, vienna sausages (bleah!), etc. Then we came back home and I fell asleep again. Now I still feel like crap, like the migraine is threatening to come back. At least I remembered to get the Relpax refilled........

The alien in my head

I woke up today with a crushing migraine and worked all day long. The headache never relented. My left eye threatened to close up and kept tearing up. I finally got my Relpax precription refilled but I didn't take one until I got home at 6:30, so it didn't help. So, I took a Phenergan at 8pm. I baked some cookies, ate some Ramen noodles and now I'm gazing one-eyed at the computer screen.
At last, the temp out side is more fall-like. I can turn 41 tomorrow in comfort now....

A day at home

Adrian had major oral surgery today. They slit his gums open and scraped his teeth down to the roots, then sewed him back up. I brought him home this morning, gave him some pudding and a pain killer, then helped him to the sofa for a snooze. When he woke up later, he didn't remember getting home, taking the pill or eating the pudding he had to take his pill with. Now, THAT'S some good drugs!
I got some clothes I ordered in the mail today. Nice to see that they were actually the right size and good quality. I ordered some clothes from Land's End a while back, 3 shirts all the same size. One shirt fit me, one was way too big and one was too small. The material was cheap. I'll never order from them again.
I wish it would get cool. I don't like that it's nearly my birthday and it's still 90 degrees aoutside. That sucks. I should be able to wear long sleeves by this time of year. I went to get a sandwich for lunch and it was HOT. It's not supposed to be this hot in October, dammit.....

House Lurve

A nice day....went to the City-Wide Garage Sale, but didn't find anything that screamed out to come home with me. Had lunch at Shoal Creek Saloon, then went to Cheapo and bought two CDs: Neko Case's "Black Listed" and Revenge "One True Passion". I've been on a New Order/Joy Division kick, so Revenge fits the bill. It's a Peter Hook side project, kinda club type music.
We came home and watched "The Miracle Worker", then puttered about in the back yard. I lit the chiminea after loading it up with stick and fallen leaves from the yard while Adrian mowed. I love my back yard.......now I'm finishing up laundry and wondering what to get for supper. Like I said, a nice day.....

For Austin drivers.......

An Unpleasant Surprise

I "surprised" a loan officer at work yesterday morning. I go to his office early in the morning to deliver a fax confirmation. His door is closed and it looks like there's no light coming from underneath, so I fling open the door. A woman (who is not his very pregnant wife) is sitting on his lap. She springs up, he hunches over, I shout "Excuse me!" and slam the door shut. This idiot's wife is pregnant for the second time within a year and he's "entertaining" some skank......nice.
I go back to my desk and about 5 minutes later, Lover Boy comes over. Staring at the floor, he mumbles, "Hey, nothing was going on, she's an old friend, we were talking about her kids, just wanted you to know". I just calmly looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's NONE of my business. By the way, how's your wife?" He mumbles that she's fine and asks if I'm having trouble with any of his files. "No."
"Well, OK then...hey nobody needs to know about this, OK?"
You mean your co-workers or your wife, asshole? Fucking prick. He steered clear of me the rest of the day.....
Then it dawned on me that the skank he was fooling around with was this woman who came in to apply for a loan officer position a few days ago. I was at the front desk answering the phones, and she said that she was a friend of X's and could I let him know that she was there? I buzzed him and he came out and greeted her with a long hug and a decidedly non-friendly kiss on the lips. He better think twice if he thinks he can get away with that crap at the office.......somebody's on to him.

I'm here to stay

I think I will keep this blog as my only one for now. My other one has gotten boring and too competitive. Everyone writes as if there's a contest to see who can write the most politically correct piece of crap. This blog will be my journal. I write like I talk; not grammatically correct and I don't CARE. Yes, I have an English degree, but it's in Linguistics, not Grammar. I can tell you about the etymology of a certain word, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about whether to use "who or whom".
I've finally figured the secret of sleeping well in this new house. It's the ceiling fan. I usually don't like the fan on when I sleep because it dries me out too much, but I've been waking 4 and 5 times a night, most of the time bathed in sweat. We keep the temp at 75, so I was convinced that I was finally beginning menopause, but leaving the fan on at night has cured me of my difficulties. I slept very well last night and the pain was considerably less today.
Adrian won a contest at Groovy Automotive. We signed up a couple of weeks ago when we took the Cougar in to get fixed. He won a couple of very nice car coffee cups, fancy ones. I picked them up on the way home. I brought a co-worker home at lunch today to see the house. She's extremely allergic to cats, so naturally Dinsy, who usually hides when strangers come in, was following her around, rubbing against her legs and meowing. Being her usual, adorable furry self. "No, kitty, go away.....please?" I finally had to pick Dinsy up to keep her from tormenting my co-worker.

This is where I was born, grew up, went to school and escaped from as soon as I could. The sign hung over Lee Street downtown for years until the NAACP made the city take it down. "The Blackest Land" refers to northeast Texas, known as the Blackland Prairie. The soil is jet black because of the mineral content. "The Whitest People"....well, you can draw your own conclusions. My mother worked for the City of Greenville, running the print shop, and after that sign was taken down, it was stored, in pieces, in her office. I use to see it when I went to work with her in the summers. I asked my mom once what made us whiter than other white people, but all she would tell me was "that's not what that means".
Greenville is also the place where Lenelle Geter, a black aerospace engineer at E-Systems, was imprisoned for years for a robbery of a KFC store in Balch Springs (almost an hour away) which he did not do. Apparently, the Greenville Police thought he could drive all the way to Balch Springs, rob and shoot up a KFC restaurant, then drive back and go back to work, all on his lunch hour. He eventually got out and sued the city and won.....
Greenville is also the place where a young black boy was drowned in 3 feet of water at a city pool while surrounded by older white boys and it was deemed "accidental".
My family has been in Greenville or Hunt County since the late 1800s. I don't even like going back to visit my family in that place........

We're in like Flynn

Adrian and I are finally in our new house. We started sleeping here Friday night and we're almost totally finished clearing out the old place. We're both taking Monday off to finish it up, so we can start the cleaning part, which I always dread.....
I LOVE this new house! I can't believe I actually own a house this nice. Dinsy loves it too. She's been running around and checking things out, but she's decided that it's home. She's made herself very comfortable, right from the start.
Wow.....I'm a homeowner.

Again

Those damned voices are in my head again. I know it's because I'm stressed out and exhausted from the long move and not sleeping well. They just keep popping up: "you'll die early like your mother"......"if Adrian dies before you, you'll kill yourself"....."you won't enjoy the house because you'll get really sick soon and die".......
I'm just waiting for this month to be over, so I can be in our new house and try to rest. I'm so tired and achy I feel like I'm coming down with the flu, but I know that the fibromyalgia. It makes me feel constantly like I've been run over by a truck. We've had to do this entire move by ourselves, and it should not take two people an entire month to move a two-bedroom house. We just have entirely too much crap.
I have no problem intellectually with getting older, but physically, it really sucks.

tired......

Painting, repairing, cleaning....and more painting. That's what skeleton and I have been doing for the last week. He repaired the hole in the living room wall, I cleaned the kitchen and the bathrooms, we both painted and are still painting. It's a BIG place, at least to us it is. We'll actually have room for everything. We'll be able to see records and books that we've had stored up in boxes for years.But for now, I'm just tired......

Music-related dream

Last night I dreamed that I was in a Taco Bell with the band New Order and Britney Spears and her entourage came in: baby, white trash husband and all. A ferocious hurricane was blowing outside, so we were all stuck there. Britney looked at each member of New Order like "don't you want my autograph?" and the members of New Order were looking around with expressions that said "get me the fuck out of here!! NOW!" and completely ignoring Britney, causing some consternation among her bodyguards, who whispered to each other.Then I woke up. The hurricane made me want to go to the bathroom.

Wh-huh??

The seller has agreed to pony up $8800 for plumbing repairs, which is the figure that the plumber his realtor found came up with (how's that for a badly composed sentence?). I can't believe it. That means that the seller is basically going to make no money at all from the sale of this house. He didn't agree to also replace the breaker box; that will be up to hubby and I to deal with, but at least we can roll that cost into the financing and not take too much of a hit payment-wise. I don't want to jinx it, but we may actually get this house after all.....
Went to my semi-yearly visit to the neurologist today. I asked her about going off the Topamax since it fucks with my memory and coordination, not to mention having to search for words constantly. It's hard to convince people that I have a BA in Linguistics when I'm going "duh, duh....." like a retard. She gave me loads of samples of my migraine meds and told me to just go down on the dosage of the Topamax and that should take care of it. She also told me that I HAVE to get more sleep (HA!!!) and gave me an article about the relationship between migraines and insomnia. She wants me to start taking melatonin at night to help with the sleep. Sure, why not? I've tried everything else......
I still have some cookie dough left! Hot damn!

the wild cat has left the building

Sophie has gone to her new home with a very nice family! I repeat, Sophie is GONE!

I get what I want

I just made a big batch of mint chocolate chip cookie dough in my new food processor. Now, instead of baking the cookies, I'm eating huge forkfuls of the raw dough. It's minty, chocolatey goodness.....there's nothing better than raw cookie dough.
I like my new food processor too. I had to fight off some old ladies at Tuesday Morning to get it. They can get quite stroppy with their walkers and canes, but I'm taller, faster and 40 years younger. I got my Cuisinart and left the oldies wobbling on their walkers......
Now, back to the cookie dough....