Wait 'til I get my Hanes on me
While sorting the mail, Betty Please pulled out the new Hanes catalog and set in on the counter in front of me.
BP: This is for you.
BP: For later.
me: For later? What are you trying to say about me?
BP: [gives me the, who do you think you're fooling look] Oh please. I know you're all like, "Oh yeah. Just (to the tune of the Hanes tag line) wait 'til I get my Hanes on me."
me: [laughing] you do know me, don't you.
BP: Yes I do.
Do you want to be alone with your catalog now?
me: Nah. I'll save it for later.
Hey, don't judge me. I've got a weakness for bare midriff. What can I say?
*edit* So, um, was it not clear that "wait 'til I get my Hanes on me" was a masturbation reference? Just checking.
Matching
Over the weekend, my favorite cousin mercilessly teased BP and I for buying the same brand, same style, same color, zip-up hooded sweat shirts. Or, as she would say, "matching." She went to comment that we were like the cliche' lesbian couple with our Subaru Forester, our dogs, and our matching sweat shirts... and that if we became any more cliche' she was breaking up with us. No mercy. (For those who haven't been around long enough to have read stories about my favorite cousin, she's cool, and is a great ally. She's allowed to tease me for this sort of stuff.)
So, yes, we did buy the same sweat shirt, in the same color, in our own sizes. We do, in fact, each own a lot of the same clothes; t-shirts, sweat shirts, shorts, and shoes. Most of our clothes are quite similar in style and color. But does that make us matching? I don't think it does. It is not our intention to dress the same, or to twin each other. We both just happen to have very similar taste. On days we do both throw on outfits which are close to matching, one of us will go change before we leave the house. We really do not want to be twins.
Our similar taste goes far beyond clothing. We have similar taste in music, books, movies, television shows, art, architecture, food, cars...but that doesn't mean that we don't also have our own individual taste or style either. Personally, I'm glad we are so similar these areas. I don't have to suffer through road trips listening to music I can't stand. And neither does she. We don't argue over what to watch on TV, or what movies or video games to rent. We don't spend our evenings with one of us leaving to go watch TV in the other room. Making big purchases like our house, our cars, our furnishings, is easy because we have the same sense of style (or lack there of). We are usually drawn to the same things. What can I say?
I don't know. I think our tastes are similar enough that it makes life easy, but divergent enough that it keeps life interesting. What about you? Do you and your gf/partner/spouse/whatever-you-call-your-other-half have similar taste? Would you call it matching?
Our vacuum went out with a bang this morning. Literally. I was vacuuming along, and without any kind of warning, the vacuum motor blew. It scared the shit out of me. I didn't see it, but an eye witness reports there were sparks and flames shooting out the front. It was a pretty spectacular death.
Since we have 3 cats and 2 dogs, all of whom shed like it's their purpose in life, we bit the bullet and dropped a wad of cash on a nice vacuum cleaner that might actually pick up hair. We bought a
Dyson DC28 Animal. It was ridiculously expensive. But after using it this evening, I believe it was worth every penny. Man does that thing suck. In a good way. And the design is super slick. I'm telling you, I think that thing sucked up dirt from the previous home owners.
My life in bullet points
So, for the 5 of you who still stop by here to see what kind of mediocre crap I've posted lately, I'm back up and running. Sorry for the interruption.
Not much to report here lately. I'll give you the high lites in bullet points.
- I'm a year older, and none the wiser.
- BP and I finally went to our first Pride Parade a few weeks ago. I posted my thoughts about that at BlogHer.
- My garden is feeling neglected, and is very weedy. But, the poppy I planted 4 years ago finally bloomed this year.
- I'll be missing my 20th High School reunion this weekend to go to my grandma's birthday celebration instead. I can't believe it's been 20 years since I graduated from HS. Holy crap! Where did the time go?
- Though I'm not going to the reunion, I am going to be meeting up with an old friend I went to HS with,who was my college roommate for two years. We had, I guess, a falling out of sorts, and had lost touch with one another. We recently reconnected through FB. It will be fun to catch up, we've both lived a whole nother life since we've seen each other last.
- HD TV is awesome, but I miss the functionality of our TiVo. The DVR we have now just doesn't work the same way, and I miss TiVo.
- I am addicted to Mafia Wars on FB. Who ever designed that game must have studied gaming theory.It's like playing slot machines. Or crack. Either way, an intervention might be in order.
- Though not evident from this post, I think I'm finally past my writers block, or struggle or what ever it was that was causing my inability to put words to the screen.
- I was excited to see that G4 is playing Arrested Development reruns. It's one of the best shows you may have never seen. Seriously, if you never watched it, you need to check it out.
- I haven't struck out in the last two games. [knock on wood]
So there it is, the last few weeks of my life in bullet points. It's strange to see it broken down like that.
Silly girl. You can't hit a double.
I got a double in my softball game the other night. It was a double on error, but hey with the season I've had so far, I'll take it. But not that double without any skill requirement. Not just anyone could have turned that play into a double. It was crap hit, and was going to be a really close call at first. But I could see as I was about two or three strides from the base that the ball was going to be an over throw, so full speed ahead I rounded 1st and booked it to 2nd. After I got on base, I said to myself, "a double on error, I'll take that any day." The pitcher replied (in a shitty serious and not in a friendly trash talking tone), "well that's the only way
you'll ever get a double." "Oh that asshole did not just say that to me. Did he?" I'm not sure if I just thought that, or if I actually said that out loud. Either way, it irked me. The sexist jerk!
Now it's true, that in our league, it's not too common for a woman of my scrawny ass size, or any woman really, to hit an out right double. But, for the last, I don't how many years, I've hit a double about every other game. And I mean a straight up double, not a double on error, a double. And last season I also had at least two triples. So, arg! that guy just pressed a my buttons with that comment. I so desperately wanted to prove him wrong. Had I been able to place my last hit about a foot closer to the right fielder, I would have had double that game. As it went down, the right center fielder barely kept the ball from gapping them. Bastard!
But I shouldn't complain, I batted a thousand that game. Which is more than I can say for the games we've played up til then. Unfortunately, my batting has sucked major ass this season. When I say sucked major ass, I'm saying I've struck out swinging. THREE TIMES! this season. It's slowpitch. It's embarrassing, I tell ya. And the the only thing I can come up with is that I've started wearing my glasses when I play, and it must have screwed up my depth perception just enough that my timing is off on my swing. Now I am no stranger to getting struck out looking. Sometimes the pitches just aren't called consistently or correctly, and what should have been a ball gets called a strike. Nothing I can do about that. But to strike out swinging. I just can't have that.
I think another trip to the batting cages is order.
So how psyched was I to find out Ilene Chaiken is going to be one of the keynote speakers at the BlogHer Conference this year. Oh yeah. I immediately emailed BP to let her know just how jealous she was going to be when she found out what she was going to be missing out on. She could have gone to the conference too, but oh no, she just wanted to come with and hang out in Chicago while I go to the conference. She is kicking herself now.
After the initial excitement of the news started to wear off, a new thought entered my mind; my last two L Word posts at BlogHer were a little less than kind to Ms Chaiken. Surely she wouldn't have read them. Right?
Are any of you going to BlogHer this year. I'm really nervous about going because, believe it or not, I am pretty shy. Especially when I don't have BP to lean on.
HD, coming soon to a living room near me
I'm sitting here waiting for the Directv guy to finish installing our HD dish. It's now 6 PM. He was supposed to be here between 8 and noon. He called at 11 to tell me he wouldn't be here until 2ish. He didn't get here until 3:45. He's now rerunning the cable he just installed because he got to the corner of the house where he was going to run it down to meet the existing dish cabling, and got scared of the power lines. I feel for the guy. Really I do.
Our old dish was mounted on the railing of our deck at a corner of the house. It's out of the way, and not too visible. Unfortunately, the new dish can't mount there. Since the HD dishes are larger and need a more clear shot to the south west, the new installation protocol is on the roof or mount on a pole. I was reluctant to have the guy mount it on the roof, but we have two rather large trees in our backyard, and a pole wasn't really an option. The dish is up, and it's so obnoxious looking. BP is going to freak out when she sees it. I've prepared her, but she's already had me ask what it would cost to have it moved.
I'm sure we'll get used to seeing the big obnoxious thing in the middle of our roof, but geeze it seems like there must have been better options. I actually don't care too much at the this point. I'm just glad that we'll FINALLY be able to get our local networks, and HD TV. Oh, and that we'll have a 100 hour DVR. We are forever having to clear the clutter off of our 30 hour TiVo.
At least this satellite guy didn't keep asking for
my husband like the last one did.
*update* The Directv guy finally left at a quarter til 8. HD is so worth it though.
karma bites
I'd like to know what I did to Murphy that he keeps smacking me down with his law. Aside from that fact that for the past 2 weeks it won't rain all morning,
until I get about 50' into taking the dogs for a walk. And then, sky opens up and pour buckets. Seriously. You think I'm exagerating, but I'm not. Do you know how much it sucks to spend the rest of the afternoon at work in wet clothes? Let me tell you, it's not pleasant.
And then...yesterday, BP finially got a check for some freelance work and we thought we would have a bit of breathing room in our bank account and maybe a little money to spend on something fun, and the fucking AC went out last night. You know that won't be cheap to fix. We just can't win I tell ya.
Can someone tell me what I've done to the universe, to bring on such karma. If I knew I could fix it, change my ways. Unless it's because I'm gay. In that case there is nothing I can do. Is there some sort of rating system for karma, like a credit rating, but a karma rating? Someone's got to have a karma rating repair service. I mean, isn't karma like the credit of the universe?
