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Bastards.
Monthly Archives: June 2006
No ants in our pants no more
The sad truth about ants, kids… they only live a couple of weeks. Maybe a few weeks, if you are lucky.
R.I.P little fellas!
Dr. Stevil says he’s gonna get some more ants, tho.
Sunshine state
My allergies have been bothering me something awful, this past week. I’ve resorted to taking OTC allergy medicine during the day. Something I don’t really like to do because it makes me dopey. Dopier. Even if it’s day time non-drowsy formula, I still feel doped up. With the warm weather, and the dopiness, I feel lethargic and completely void of creative thought.
I blame the sunshine. We’ve had record highs in temperature with way way way too much fucking sunshine for my tastes. The longest day of the year was last week. My sleep is all off balance. It’s not good. Summertime, as delightful as it sounds, is not my peak season.
I’m willing to compromise, however. I will let everyone here have their bright sunny days, with cloudless blue skies, if we could just keep it in the mid 70’s? Ok, how about 77? That sounds good, yes? If we could just do that, I’d be ok for a while. But I’m going to need some cloud coverage in the next week or so. Light showers, just a few sprinkles.
Please?
To Estimate the Song
I was poking around Six Apart’s new VOX service and I came across this game, which I think is great.
- Randomly pick a song from your music library.
- Find the lyrics for the first four verses/chorus
- Go to Google translation and translate the lyrics from English into German.
- Take the new German lyrics and translate them into French.
- Take the new French lyrics and translate them into English.
- Post the NEW English lyrics and have people guess the original song
I don’t think mine is too difficult, if you read through it a a couple of times.
Wells I do not know, why I came this evening;
I received the feeling which does not have something right;
I frightened thus, if I fall far from my chair;
And I am astonished to the bottom, as me the staircase receives;
Clowne on the left side me; I am on the right, here birds of recreation;
Adhered to the medium with you;
I am adhered in the medium with you;
And I am astonished, which it would owe me makes is;
It is so hard to hold this smile of my face;
Conclusion Orientation yeah I am whole on the place;
Clowne on the left side me, birds of recreation on the right;
Here, I, am adhered in the medium with you. ;
You do not pour ace started outside with nothing and you are proud that yourself are which it man is formed;
And your friends all, come it crawlin, you on the back strike and please say. Ask;
Attempts to be logical slightly at him all;
But I can see that all of it is logical none;
It is necessary to coldly go to sleep on the floor;
It does not think cause I that I can take more;
Clowne on the left side me, Birds of recreation on the right;
Here, I, am adhered in the medium with you.
Safe as houses
I love this house I live in, surrounded by trees. I wish I could afford to buy it from my stepfather. But it’s too much yard work for a girl like me. Who does not do yard work. You have to get up on the roof on a regular basis to remove the pine needles. There is a lot of maintenance stuff like that. Even if I could afford this house, I would need to be able to afford someone to do yard work and needle upkeep as well.
In the next couple of days, it’s going to get quite warm for the PacNorWest. Upper 80’s into the 90’s. Pretty warm for a place that doesn’t have a lot of residential air conditioning. But I’ll be fine in my dark, little house surrounded by trees. The shade keeps it pretty cool. It’s my favorite thing about this house. The trees.
You wouldn’t know I loved this house by the insides either. It’s an unholy mess. It is still my intention to get it picked up and organized enough to have someone else clean it. Just the other night, my stepfather stopped by and was unable to resist the impulse to point out one of my better known unflattering qualities. Despite the fact that we’ve all known this my entire life.
“Jodi… you’re a slob! Still!”
Duh.
Let’s go fill your tummy up with sugary niblets, okay?
Yesterday, we had a Company Meeting. It was two hours, but I made it about 47 minutes. And then I died. I don’t know what they expected to happen when they talked about financial for over 10 minutes.
After the C.M., we had a BBQ outside in the courtyard. Of course. Don’t you do that at your P.O.E.? I had chicken, it was all very nice, and a good time was had by all. Afterwards, however, my stomach felt very rumbly. And not in a good way. You have to understand, I can eat just about anything. That doesn’t mean I will, but I really don’t have digestive issues. Not even with Taco Bell. Considering I had my gall bladder out about 12 years ago, that’s pretty cool. A lot of people have issues with certain foods after. Especially cheese and other high fat foods. Not me. I love the high fats!
Jodi: soemthing is making my tummy rumbly. not like … in a good way.
Evildeb: interesting
Jodi: i can feel my guts.
Jodi: it’s weird.
Jodi: it’s like… my guts are ALIVE!!!
Evildeb: maybe your guts are trying to tell you something
Jodi: well, it’s not “feed me” wouldn’t it be cool if i had PSYCHIC GUTS?
Evildeb: I’m not sure
Evildeb wasn’t feeling too hot after the BBQ either, and we briefly entertained a fantasy that everyone would get food poisoning and have to go home early. But the truth is, we didn’t eat the same things. So it was probably just our poor attitudes making us queasy. I asked KK and she felt fine. So I explained to her about the possibility of my guts being psychic
KK: psychic guts?
Jodi: yes, and even now they are trying to tell me something.
KK: and they see the future?
Jodi: Well, no. I mean, they don’t have eyes, KK. They are guts. Sheesh. It’s more like they intuit things.
KK: don’t they use chicken guts to tell the future in voo-doo?
Jodi: Why, I believe they do! And I had chicken at lunch! I have PSYCHIC VOODOO CHICKEN GUTS IN ME!
KK: that’s it… you’ve come down with PSYCHIC VOODOO CHICKEN GUTS!
If only I could figure out what my Psychic Voodoo Chicken Guts were trying to tell me.
Some of them just accepted it… some where pretty annoyed… and a few quietly plotted revenge.
When I have trouble coming up with a blog entry, I redesign the blog theme. That being done, I am now searching for other blog technologies I could tweak or add, because I still don’t have a good blog post.
I was extremely crabby yesterday and everything annoyed me. My job, my hair, the pants I was wearing, my breakfast, all the other drives on my roads, oxygen… you name it. I tried to come up with things that made me happy, to counter-balance all this annoyance, and all I came up with was power washers and thunderstorms. Once I got to “2” something would annoy me and I would lose focus of the task at hand.
So… ummm… I’ll try to better later and actually write a post.
The ants say “hi!”
So does Amelia.
Nothing says summer like a picnic!
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