Climate Control

I was planning on mowing my lawn today. I woke up slightly before 9am, went outside and melted. Therefore, my lawn is still a jungle. Somehow my neighbor managed to mow his lawn without spontaneously combusting, so now I look like the white trash on the block, but I don't really care. It feels like it's a billion degrees outside.


I bet you didn't believe me... but that's totally from the weather channel...

Anyway, I had a great day of napping indoors while trying to recover from that melting bit of the day. I had a chocolate malt. It helped a lot.


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You Have Lettuce in Your Hair

I grab fast food for lunch all the time. (Which probably has a lot to do with the additional 15 pounds I've put on since moving to Kansas City.) It's just too hard to cook something at home and then put it in little containers to heat it up at work. (And I'm lazy.) I'd rather spend 5 or 6 bucks a day for the convenience of fast food. However, we don't have a wide variety of fast food selections near my workplace. Yesterday I settled on going to Taco Bell because it's cheap, I hardly ever eat there, and I was looking for something different.

Usually my standby is a turkey sub from Mr. Goodcents (with provolone, lettuce, onions, black olives, banana peppers, and mayo). But yesterday, I thought... why not? And I had the number 5 combo from Taco Bell. (Don't worry, I felt pretty horrible last night. I probably won't be eating there again until I forget that I didn't feel well.)

Anyway, the point is, when I was done eating and about to throw my trash away, I noticed that I had lettuce in my hair. Cue the laughter that only I understood. This will explain it all:

I'm sure that a reason why I love this show so much is that a small portion (or maybe more) of me is just like Liz Lemon. Did you notice she was eating a turkey sub?

Once again, I praise this show, its writing and continuity, and Miss Tina Fey's portrayal of the woman who acts exactly how I feel sometimes. This comes from episode 01x06: Jack Meets Dennis.

I'm happy that 30 Rock is coming back in April because the last episode that aired (02x10: Coffee and TV) was probably my favorite so far. Liz sets out to purchase a condo, which I totally understand from my house hunting days. And on top of that, there's a musical feature with "Midnight Train to Georgia". So, you should check it out at nbc.com, or by clicking here.

Liz: "Look at those floors. I would walk all around inside of that."

I also like to sing show tunes really loudly.


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Merry Spring

Happy first day of spring, y'all. We had a lovely day today. So lovely in fact, I swindled my friend into holding the base of her own ladder for me while I finally took down my Christmas lights. Yes, you read that right. I finally undecorated the house. What? They were only up since the day after Thanksgiving...

That can't be right. Man... four months? That's like a third of the year! I'm a horrible homeowner.

You know what I need? A tenant... who pays rent... and has a ladder.

Wanted:
Quiet, unobtrusive dog lover seeking home filled with dirty dishes, dog hair, and obnoxiously large video game equipment for the few games actually owned. Must own ladder, garden hose, and install own window coverings in available room. Large DVD collection and ability to cook a plus. No cats, smokers, drug users, snorers, light sleepers, felons, mental health patients, vegetarians, hypochondriacs, or generally freaky people need apply. I reserve the right to evict from premises without notice, at any time. And I'm not kidding about the ladder.


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Lazy Weekend

Remy and I spent a wonderful weekend at home. I wouldn't really call it doing nothing, so much as preparing for an hour of lost sleep.





We love daylight saving time... we just hate switching to it.


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Ant-EYE-biotics

My right eye has been bugging me for about a week or so and since Martin Luther King Jr. gave me the day off today, I figured I'd finally go and figure out what was causing the annoyingly excessive tearing and sneezing. Just because my eye was rather swollen this morning and had bothered me all night, doesn't mean that I wasn't planning on having someone look at it today anyway. Although, I totally wasn't.


Doesn't my eye look perfectly healthy and normal to you?

Well, it seems that my optometrist thinks that I have a low grade viral infection in my eye, which was determined by putting a fluorescent dye in my eye and looking at it with a blue light that was similar to the ALS I use at work all the time. Although, he says, it might be accompanied by bacteria as well... and since I'm in discomfort, I might as well have a prescription for some eye drop antibiotics and use them four times a day. Peachy.

I'm not sure if anyone knows this other than my mother (remember that time I had pink eye?), but... I simply can't do eye drops. The whole thing is beyond me. I could stick my finger in my eye if I had to, but dropping liquid from a bottle is just completely beyond my technical abilities. I can't see the drop, so I don't know when it's going to fall, and those drops just hang on the end of the bottle forever, now, don't they? Actually managing to get it inside my eye and not somewhere on my cheek or eyelid is impossible.

Imagine my surprise when I got the first dose in properly on the first try. I hope the rest of the applications go as smoothly, because I really have no faith in my ability to conquer the complexity that is eye drops. Cross your fingers (or your eyes) for me. I can only hope that this will clear up whatever's been going on in there the past few days. Especially since it cost me $45 for the eye exam and antibiotics.


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