The Infestation, Yet Another Update

Last night I captured two monster big Yellow Sac spiders.

Add to that the couple I found on Sunday, and those captured on Friday and Wednesday of last week....Let's just say, I'm not keeping a spider count anymore because I'd never be able to sleep for fear they were crawling all over my body. Uggghhh.

On the bright side, thanks to The Brit, we have a mechanical contraption to humainly catch the spiders (that is, before flushing them down the toilet!). Viola! It is called the Spider Relocator


Dear, dear, Readers--I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank you all for your support during this difficult time. The spiders surely cannot win now that I have the Spider Relocator in my arsonal! I know those who read this blog always, at all times, have my best interests at heart.

What Doesn't Kill You....

Just might make you want to die.

Word of warning, when you buy new coffee creamer to replace bad coffee creamer, Throw Away The Old Coffee Creamer.

Or you will get sick. Like I got sick. Cause I'm an idiot. And I can't read an expiration date.

Air Quotes Of Doom

A majority of blogs that I read have made reference to the last presidential debate. I didn't really want to weigh in on that issue here, as this is a happy place where I laugh at my own misadventures.

When I watched the debate on Thursday, I had an almost physical reaction when John McCain used air quotes when speaking about the "health" of a pregnant woman (I'm sure you've all seen it by now, but just in case, here's the link). I thought, at first, that my reaction was a bit over the top. But after reading the blogs of some very articulate women, I realized that many, many women had the same reaction that I did.

I don't mean to open the can of worms that is the abortion debate. My reaction was on a simple, primal level--and it was this, John McCain must have a very low opinion of women. To simply dismiss an entire gender, and their right to chose to live, burns me up in so many ways......GRRRR.

So, here, I'm saying what many other women are saying--If you have a uterus, think very seriously about the kind of man you want to be our next President.

Yet Another Thing On My Plate

It might be a little early to share this, but I'm all about the build-up. And as it is in my nature to obsess, I'm sharing. And will continue to update.

I was just asked to contribute for a non-profit website. Sorry, I'm not able to disclose many details yet, but the gist is that I will be writing some articles and editing others.

I was on the fence about mentioning my blog as an example of my writing. But after I read some of my old posts, I'm glad I kept my freakin mouth shut. How could anyone take me seriously if they knew I was afraid Yetis were looking in my windows! (Look! I just learned a new trick! I can do hyperlink!!!!)

Yet another upside is that--between working two jobs, Pickle (Hah! I did it again!), crafting (Last time, I promise), and working on this new project--I'll be so busy I'll forget all about the stupid boy and his situation.

And Everything Was Right In The Universe

It's ALIVE!!!!!

Who knew Apple Support might actaully offer a fix that would work?

Two Elderly Gentlemen Discussing Escalator Maintenance

Today got off to a rough start.

I think I totally fried my iPod. ARRGGGHHHHH! Then, pulling the trash can off the curb, I got dirty and had to change. When I got to the office, I realized that I look like I was dressed by a family of clowns--pink and brown plaid pants, kelly green undershirt, and turquoise snowflake turtleneck sweater. If Tim Gunn saw me he would weep at the atrocity.

But as I was walking through Cobo Hall, I overheard two gentlemen discussing the state of the escalator. "The skirt is nice and tight." "Yeah, but this truss is showing a little wear."

It made me smile.

Oh Nips! Yes, I'm Going There.

Yesterday Sweets said to me, "I can't get rid of this headache." My response, "Yeah, my nips hurt earlier, and I don't know why."

Whoa, you say. Why would you say that to a guy? Well, it's OK. We get our periods at the same time, so he totally knows about sore boobs ;)

And without missing a beat he said to me, "Well, I noticed when you get involved in your book group, you start tweaking 'em."

And it just illustrates my gullibility that for 2.5 seconds I seriously had to think--Wait! Did I actually tweak my nips during my book discussion?!!!!?