Dude, sucks to be you tone of voice, “And then you’ll see a bright light in your right eye and it’ll go out, and you’ll die.” She gave me two days – not “at most, two days” or “two days at the very least” but exactly two days.
AND FRED DIDN’T EVEN STAY HOME FROM WORK.
I spent the entire two days running around trying to get everything in the house organized so Fred would be able to figure out how to do everything after I’d died.
AND DID I MENTION HE DIDN’T EVEN STAY HOME FROM WORK?
Bastard. If he can’t be bothered to stay home from work during my LAST TWO DAYS OF LIFE, he can figure out how to do everything on his own, damnit.
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We were watching CSI (Vegas) the other night, and there was this case where a body was found in a toolbox in a ditch, and fire ants were using the body as a nest (shudder). Anyway, whatsherface, the blond woman Grissom has the hots for was able to reconstruct the guy’s face and they were able to identify him as a Down’s Syndrome man who’d been reported missing months previously.
So Grissom and Nick – and possibly other CSIs, I don’t remember who-all was there – are at this ranch, and they’re talking to the guy who took the missing man’s job, and they show him the picture and there’s a whole lot of blah-de-blah, and then the man who took the missing man’s job says “They call him ‘Stub.'”
Whereupon Nick Stokes, Ace Detective and CSI Genius jumps in and says, a dark scowl upon his face, “What is that, some kind of nickname?”
And I about fell directly onto the floor, I was laughing so hard, because what kind of LINE is THAT? I mean, how the hell do you respond to such an OBVIOUS question? Did he expect the guy to say “Actually no, Nick Stokes, ACE DETECTIVE, that’s his REAL NAME!”?
Ever since, we can be heard saying, in an accusatory tone, “What is that, some kind of NICKNAME?”
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We taped last week’s episode of CSI: New York last week and tried to watch it Saturday night, but as soon as Gary Sinise picked up a piece of evidence without wearing a glove, we were completely turned off. HE PICKED UP A PIECE OF EVIDENCE WITHOUT WEARING A GLOVE, PEOPLE! There could have been epithelial tissue ALL OVER that piece of evidence, and he was all ham-handing it all over the place without gloves. GOOD-BYE, EVIDENCE! Good to know ya! We won’t be solving THIS case, ’cause
Lieutenant Dan fucked up the evidence!
Seriously, though, we both GASPED OUT LOUD when he did it. We are great big huge dorks.
Luckily we have a few more seasons of CSI (Vegas) to go before we need to start worrying about what we want to watch next. I think I’ve got Fred convinced to give season 1 of Grey’s Anatomy a try. I almost don’t want him to watch it, though – what if he doesn’t love it like I do, or even worse, thinks it’s stupid?
Then I’d have to divorce him.
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Lately I’ve been not only waking up earlier and earlier, but actually getting my ass out of bed earlier on a regular basis. This disturbs me, because I have ALWAYS been a person who loves to sleep. In the past, if given a choice I would have slept ’til 10 or 11 every day (though I haven’t done that in years, because it disturbs Fred if I sleep too late. Nevermind that he’s in bed at 9:42 and I’m up ’til midnight; I’m still burning daylight). But in the past couple of weeks, despite the fact that I’ve got my alarm set to go off (playing the radio) at 7:45 every morning (that particular time because I like to be out the door on my morning walk by 8:30, and I generally need to putter around the house for half an hour to 45 minutes before I’m ready to go) I’ve been up almost every day by 7:30.
I’m sure that at least part of it is due to the fact that it’s getting light outside earlier, and maybe once we turn our clocks ahead this weekend I’ll start sleeping in later. Who knows, though? I could be turning into one of those annoying morning people – in fact, I’ve been going to sleep earlier and earlier except for a few nights ago when I stayed up ’til midnight to finish the book I was reading; most nights lately I’ve got the light turned off by 11, though – and that, dear readers, would be a tragedy. For 38 years I’ve been a night owl, and have firmly believed that night owls are the coolest of the cool (I, however, am not the coolest of the cool. I am the dorkiest of the dorks.). Now all of a sudden I’m turning into a morning person?
Say it ain’t so.
(Now watch – in a few weeks I’ll no doubt do an entry wherein I talk about staying up ’til 2 am every night and sleeping ’til 10.)
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Currently
reading:
The Best Awful, by Carrie Fisher. I’m not loving it, but I’ll probably keep reading it.
Finished last night:
Strange But True, by John Searles. Didn’t love it, but I liked it. It’s worth a read.
Finished before that:
Sleep No More, by Greg Iles. I like the Greg Iles books, but his sex scenes are kind of stilted and self-conscious, and I’m not sure I care for them. I prefer my sex scenes to flow in an unstilted manner, thank you.
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Oh, I almost forgot! Best movie we’ve seen in a while:
Derailed, believe it or not. There are not one but two sweet little twists toward the end that made it worth watching.
Fred thinks Jennifer Aniston has cold, dead eyes, though.
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Bad picture, but do you SEE how high the ridge of fur on Sugarbutt’s back is standing up? That’s a ticked-off kitty, right there.
Sugarbutt snuggled up under my lap quilt (which I wasn’t using at the time), and then Miz Poo snuggled up to the OTHER side of the lap quilt and didn’t seem too disturbed that she was, in essence, snuggling with Sugarbutt. I never thought I’d see the day.
If that ain’t a sashay, I don’t know what is.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Previously
2005: Because there’s nothing worse than having your eyes scooped out with a spork when you’re not quite dead yet, believe you me.
2004: No entry.
2003: Your “shit” discussion is now over. You may move on.
2002: “Momma!” he cried “Momma, I’ll be good! Let me in Momma, let me in!”
2001: “Owowowowowow,” I whined, hand over my eye, and then stomped my foot in frustration.
2000: When I saw it in the theater, the ending so disturbed me that I sobbed all the way home from the movie theater.]]>
I started watching Grey’s Anatomy before Thanksgiving last year and loved it immediately. I kept trying to get Husband to watch it, but he poo-pooed the idea, saying it was too much like a soap opera (this from the man who used to watch Melrose Place religiously in college). About 6 weeks ago he accidentally watched an episode with me and has been hooked ever since. I hope you have the same good luck with Fred.
You’re not the dorkiest of the dorks, because I think I just outdorked you. I looked at that picture of Tom where you say he’s sashaying, and for some reason it made me think of your cat that went missing – Fancypants was his name, right? And I got sad. Sad over a cat I didn’t even know who has been gone for a long time now. Yes, I am a dork!
I think that is more Saunter than Sashay. I think of a chick wiggling her groove thing when I think of a sashay!
My younger cat (almost 2) gets into these moods where she *really* wants to cuddle with our older cat (around 8). She gets this love-drunk look in her eye, jumps up on the couch and stares at old cat for a couple of minutes, and then cautiously goes over and plops down next to her, usually butt to butt.
99 times out of 100, old cat (who looks just like Poo, except she has no white) gives a look of disgust and goes somewhere else.
OK, about your dream? I totally have dreams like that, too. (Thank god I’m not the only one!) Trapper often does horribly mean or thoughtless things to me in my dreams. The best part is that then for the rest of that day I will harbor a secret grudge against him, even though I know the real-life Trapper would never do something so cruel (if he knows what’s good for him), and he will have no idea why I’m glaring at him while he’s just sitting on the couch drinking his protein shake.
(After 6 years together, though, he’s pretty used to it, so he’ll often just sigh and ask, “What did I do to you in your dream THIS time?”)
Robyn, After I had my surgery, I started getting up earlier too. After 8 hours of sleep, I was done and nothing could make me fall back to sleep again. I had more energy and was eating better than I ever had in my life and I think it reset my body clock. Sadly, I am back to being sleep deprived and needing and wanting sleep.
I have said before that I think Tommy is your short haired Fancypants.
I’m an avid CSI (Vegas) fan too – in that episode, I thought Nick was using some righteous indignation when he said: “Is that some sort of nickname?” After all, they knew the victim to have Down syndrome.
Whitters: I’m glad I’m not the only one who gets mad at her husband for something he did in a dream. Heh!
Byakko: Yeah, I got the righteous indignation, but I think that saying to someone who calls a man with Down’s Syndrome “Is that some sort of nickname?” in an attempt to shame them is probably barking up the wrong tree. Also, it just struck me as funny. I should point out here that there’s no one on CSI (Vegas) I don’t like (Greg being my favorite), so I’m not so much making fun of Nick as making fun of the writers for that line.
Uh, just found your site from Terri’s. Made me laugh out loud! My one question is how the hell did you get your cats claws different colours? Please tell me there’s a food additive or something. I know I would get my ass kicked by my cat if I even suggested nail polish. Which is, what I mean to say is, I think it is the coolest cat thing I have ever seen. Really. Rock on!
Caddy gets that same ridge when he’s excited. Starts on his head and goes all the way down to his tail which puffs up to about the size of a baseball bat! LOL I call it his “kitty mohawk.”
I read Greg Iles “Dead Sleep” last year and it really creeped me out, but I just kept turning pages. Seriously don’t think I slept much that week.
I’m so stoked that the next Sookie Stackhouse is going to be out in a few weeks! (***HOO-RAY***)
They call him STUB?!
lol!
Yeah, how did yall get them cat’s claws all painted up??
*ducking*
My husband and I laugh hysterically at some of the lines on CSI (Vegas, of course). They’ve given Warrick some great ones! But every once in awhile they come up with some very cheesy lines.
You’re the third person I’ve heard lately that has been waking up earlier and wondering why. I feel the same way you do about staying up late and getting up late and was blaming it on the age thing too (I’m almost 38 and don’t want to stop being able to sleep in late). Anyway, the other day another person said they thought it was because the sun was coming up earlier and the birds were waking her up. I sure hope it’s not age yet!
Ande: Softpaws.com
Robyn, perhaps a new link on your sidebar is in order for questions about the cat collars and the softpaws. I just scrolled up and didn’t see one. Of course, there’s no guarantee that people would look there before they asked in the comments, but it’s worth a try anyway. It might also be a good place to put the info you have on the cat-urine-spray-stuff that people periodically ask you about.
Just a thought.
Sethra: Yeah, I’ve been intending to put up a “recommended” page for all that stuff, but haven’t gotten around to it.
I can guarantee it won’t stop the questions (might slow them a little!), though. I don’t think people look at the sidebar as much as they oughta. 🙂
Heh! You’re probably right.
Thank you for providing my belly laugh of the day. He didn’t even stay home from work. I just love the wow,I’ve got stuff to do before I die in two days and hmm, Fred’s gone to work. Such a dream thing. And then when you woke up, were you truly mad at him, even though he had only been a jerk in the dream? It’s happened to me.
Welcome to the Dork Side! I go nuts about the lack of gloves too and also when I see the all the long hair flowing around the corpse. I’d love to see an episode where some guy gets charged for a crime based on the evidence but it turns out he didn’t do it, its just that he’d recently been at the same place as one of the investigators and they’d accidentally transferred his DNA to the crime scene…