Dear US Gov’t:

When I asked you to stop fucking with the weather control machine, I didn’t mean to set things to the average temperature of Lower Penguin-ass, Antarctica. Maybe 30F or so, but not in the 60s, and certainly not this sub-freezing bullshit.

Sincerly,
the frozen girl in Pawtucket

We spent the day at Mom’s house watching football. I sincerely think that the NFL really needs to either replace off the officials or surgically remove their heads from their asses, because there’s been an assload of really shitty calls during the playoffs. When even I cmplain about the game - and mind you, I barely pay attention to anything other than the Superbowl - then you know that things are bad. We ate hot wings for lunch and had ribs for dinner. Mom gave me the most awesome hot pink metal purse/lunch pail, which is great because it will let me carry some yarn, pens, and my phone to class without squishing whatever animal I might be working on between my books.

Today was long. Actually, it was no longer than any other day, but it just felt that way.

The flea market was fun. Lots of junk to be bought, but we restrained ourselves and didn’t buy any of it. We did, however, enjoy seeing all the signs made by people who have no idea how to spell things. Today we saw one sign that said “this is a fleat marquet, not a free marquet”. There was another one over a box of clothes that said “These are $1, not 50 cents. SPEAK ENGLISH!” We’ve also seen “mirrow” (mirror), “bajammers” (pajamas), “tose rings” (toe rings), and one really strange speling of drawer that I can’t remember offhand.

Then we headed back to mom’s house for chicken wings and football and homework. I think my mother grinds up sleeping pills and puts them in the hotsauce for her buffalo wings, because I will always fall asleep after eating them, which wasn’t bad today because the Patriots once again showed the world how badly a Super Bowl dynasty can suck when their golden boy spends most of the time making credit card and truck commercials, they lose a coach, and release half their players. Before I fell asleep I tossed in a load of laundry and printed out the pattern for the kimono, so tomorrow I’ll cut the pieces out and see how much I need to change on it to make it fit the monkey. Other than the length of the pieces, not much should need to be changed, but I’ll do a quickie one first to be sure, and base my adjustments off that. I told my mother that after nother monkey or two I may experiment and make myself a skirt and work my way up to something like this, or even this .

Tonight I’m going to get some decent sleep and be ready for school in the morning. My scrubs are all fresh and clean, and god only knows why we needed two fabric softener sheets in a load of 5 pairs of khakies and a pair of scrubs, but hell, we smell nice now. I think I may pick up another pair or two tomorrow after class, so I’m not wearing the same exact ones every day. That’s nasty.

Eddie says he’s going to talk to one of the girls he works with to find out where she got her wig so I can keep my funky hair without pissing administration/employers off. I saw a couple of cute ones on Ebay, but most were shoulder length, and I can’t very well go from cropped hair to something longer overnight, although I could definitely get away with it during my internship next year, because they’ll never see this hair before then.

Neither of us slept very well last night. Eddie had issues with being either too hot or too cold, and I just had issues. I’ve been up, on and off, since 4am. I’m up early today because I wanted to do a dry run of dropping Eddie off at work and then driving to school, just to make certain that I’d have enough time. School starts at 7:30am, and I got there at about 7am, so I’ve got plenty of time. I didn’t even bother getting dressed, I jut put some jeans on with my jammy top and took off with Eddie.

Things to do today:

• drive to fabric store to find something good for Bridemonkey and purses
• find more trim for the monkey
• research stepdancing again - I’ve got to make a boy monkey this time around.
• finish upgrading my gallery pages and hopefully not break anything

We spent yesterday at Mom’s - without Pickle. We went out for breakfast then hit Petco to find some ferret toys and to Newbury Comics to check out the CDs and toys. I bought a wallet. It matches my school bag. We got to Mom’s just in time to watch the Patriots suck like nothing has ever sucked before. Granted, they did score 10 points in under 30 seconds, but when your quarterback keeps overthrowing the ball and completely missing the receivers, or on the rare occasion that the ball goes anywhere near a guy’s hands it’s someone from the other team or is dropped, you’re not going to win any ballgames. It was kind of amusing to watch Tom Brady get angrier as the game went on though.

Ok, why the hell didn’t anyone tell me that The Grudge was so friggin scary?!? My god was that a creepy movie. So much scarier than The Ring.

On a random note….

rickstellar: i never said that stuff you put on your web site, you should be ashamed of yourself, i will pray for your soul
xleather_n_lacex: You do that, if it makes you feel better.

Yep. Because I can just come up with such blatantly desperate stuff, and I just love to attribute it to random people.

My prediction for the big game tomorrow: Pats over Eagles, 27-21. It’ll be close, but I don’t predict Vinitieri pulling another last second field goal out of his ass for the third time in 4 years. I get to leave work early, but I have to go in early.

I love this time of year. I was sitting here playing FFXI for a little while, and listening to Skittles jingling his collar and I heard this weird-ass sound. It took me a minute to realize that it was the sound of the leaves skittering across the sidewalks outside.

We took Skit to the vet last week to get his itchy spot checked out. They sent us home with some cream and some medicines for him and it’s clearing up really nicely. I was expecting to get royally screwed since it was an emergency vet facility, but they were very nice, and while it was expensive, it wasn’t much more than we had anticipated paying for him. And all things considered, he’s a very healthy fuzzy.

The other night when I was attempting to get to sleep on the couch I watched Dirty Pretty Things, which was a really good movie, much better than I’d thought it would be. I mostly watched it because it has Audrey Tautou in it.

Last night we went to Mom’s for dinner and watched the Pats get creamed. Apparently only one New England team can be good at any given time. We passed out candy, turned the lights off at about 7pm, and some dickheaded kids came up the stairs and wanted candy. Of course, I don’t think any of them were in costume, and they were several years past the Trick-or-Treating age. At one point they rang the bell when there were no lights and no open doors and we ignored them - those are the ones that we think Silly-Stringed our car.