Archive for September, 2007

Living wrong . . . or right?

Monday, September 24th, 2007

I swear, I’m Joe Btfsplk’s twin sister. I can’t figure out if I live wrong or just under the black cloud.
A few days ago, I bought some hardware to hang the window shade I’m making. Today, I’m ready to put it together. Do you think I can find the screw eyes I bought ANYWHERE in […]

Dogs, surprises and UPS dudes

Wednesday, September 19th, 2007

We all know about my seriously hyperactive startle reflex and the shrieks and jumps that occur following something that startles me. So we have the background for today’s entertainment.
I’m standing in the kitchen, scraping the remains of dinner off my plate. I put the plate down and pick up some of today’s farm share veggies […]

New house!

Monday, September 17th, 2007

Since Snaotheus is obviously never, ever, ever going to update his blog, at least not during this century, I shall take it upon myself to make the following announcement to my extremely limited reading public (at last count, one, maybe two):
SNAOTHEUS AND KRISDI HAVE BOUGHT A MANSION!
They keep calling it a house, but it’s nearly […]

Organized to death

Sunday, September 9th, 2007

Finally!
Everything—EVERYTHING—except the final bits of my spare room is organized and cleaned out to within half a millimeter of its life. My postage-stamp, badly designed kitchen has nearly two completely empty shelves (though the space is pretty much unusable, so it’s not such a big deal); my bathroom shelves are cleaned out and organized; my […]

Smidgens

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007

1. There is something inherently wrong about a dog who understands the principle “it’s better to apologize than to ask permission.” She knows she’s not supposed to lie on my pillow, but when I’m gone she does it anyway and I come home to gaggy dog hair on my pillow. Even when I cover it […]

I didn’t do it!

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

Before snaotheus claims I melted the polar ice cap, inundated California, and caused global warming, thereby getting his shorts and forehead wet, I tell you the truth: I did NOT!
I will admit to knocking over an entire, large glass of water at lunch, slapping it into his lap and splashing it onto his forehead. Anything […]