I have slacked, and I repent. Two weeks without an update...eek. I told myself I wouldn't let that happen, and have doing good at avoiding a situation like that, for the most part. But, apparently I have slipped.
In my defense, there hasn't been a lot in the way of news in ye olde WiredMonkey's camp. My weeks have been filled with lots of work, dealing with a couple minor crisises....crisi? I'll go with crisises. I had a battery go out on me one night while returning movies to Blockbuster. The Cheat seemed to think it was my alternator, since I was having belt troubles in my truck (squealing like a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs), and I feared he was right. Luckily, it seems to have just been a bad battery, and after spending $50 on a new one, I'm right as rain once again. That was the biggest thing I guess in the last couple weeks.
This past weekend was LampLover and my three-month anniversary. Or, monthiversary as she is fond of saying. Being the resourceful monkey that I am, I came across a story in the newspaper the weekend before this last one that talked about blueberry farms in east Texas. I thought to myself, "that'd be fun to do for our monthiversary next weekend." Well, when I called to find out what LL thought of it, she said she had seen the same article and was excited about it too. So, our road trip was born. Over the course of the week, we added some new ideas, such as brunch at Humperdink's and a picnic lunch to take with us (since it was an 80 mile drive to get there, and it was in the middle of nowhere, we didn't think there'd be a good lunch spot...besides, picnics are kinda romantic).
We drove out Sunday morning, after a late start. The heat in Texas has been oppressive of late; this weekend was no different. As excited as I was about spending time with my sweetie while raking in a good crop of blueberries, standing out in the 100-degree heat for 2 hours was NOT on my list of fun to-do's. But, it would be worth it, I figured. We had little trouble locating Blueberry Hill Farms, the place we had decided to do our picking. The store was a quaint farmhouse-style building with a couple acres of berries on the backside of the unit where people could walk as they please, picking berries. The article and website had suggested bringing long pants and a hat, along with water, lunches and sunscreen...I highly recommend the sunscreen, water, food and maybe even that hat. But forget the pants, man...what are you nuts? June & July in Texas are NO time for pants...shorts all the way. I was glad I wore them.
LL & I had a great time...we picked about 4lbs. of blueberries, and are going to make lots of fun foods with them this week. Tonight, I'm gonna go home and just plow through them a bit all by themselves. Yum!
6.27.2005
6.08.2005
Can't I just lay in bed all day? Pleeeeeeaaase?
I hate being sick.
That's a stupid statement on it's own, when I look at it. Who would actually say "oh, being sick? That rules...sign me up!" But, still, I am standing by my stupid, obvious statement. Being sick really sucks...especially when you have no sick-time built up at your job. So, I schluff off to work every day, loaded full of ibuprofen, acetaminophen and pseudoephedrin, sucking down gatorade and tea like it's going out of business. This hasn't provided the relief I'd like though. So, I may have to change tactics - tackle this on an allergy-level. LampLover seems to think it's allergy-related, so I'll take up her suggestion to load myself full of Claritin this afternoon. Hopefully that will help.
I get my little nutball companion back today (my diminutive pooch, Hunter). He's been staying with my friends C & L (names left out to protect the not-so-innocent), and now that I've got my affairs at my apartment somewhat in order, it's time to relieve them of their unrequested dog-duty and pick up the little scamp. I'm just hoping he adjusts to my having a roommate well and isn't a true pain in the arse. I have serious doubts.
I'm currently uploading my music collection to my computer. I've been talking about doing it for ages, and I'm finally getting around to doing it. It's pretty cool when you really get a good shuffle of your entire music collection going. Makes me crave the iPod that LL just purchased. Having all of it on a little playing card-size box would be ultra cool. But, to get to that point, I need to get all my music in digital format anyway. I'm a bit worried that I won't have the space for everything, though. I've only uploaded about 70 or 80 discs so far, and I'm already at 3GB of music. I've still got about 450 more discs to load.....and I think I've got about 10GB of space...then everything is going to slow down. Ugh. So, I'm thinking about upgrading my laptop's hard drive. Or, I could just wait and go with that Apple Mini I've had my eye on....oh, the decisions....*sigh* In the meantime, I'm just gonna keep uploading.
From the web: Ran across this story while FARKing today...was a really funny story of what can happen when a NICE person ends up with a celebrity phone number. Kinda scary when you think of it, really...someone gets your number and can really play havoc with your life if they want to be malicious. Though, I suppose you're partly to blame if you're not updating people with your new number...but then again, think of how many companies and people you give your number to without expecting regular contact with them...if they call and said Malicious Pretender decides to have fun with it...could be a weird situation.
That's a stupid statement on it's own, when I look at it. Who would actually say "oh, being sick? That rules...sign me up!" But, still, I am standing by my stupid, obvious statement. Being sick really sucks...especially when you have no sick-time built up at your job. So, I schluff off to work every day, loaded full of ibuprofen, acetaminophen and pseudoephedrin, sucking down gatorade and tea like it's going out of business. This hasn't provided the relief I'd like though. So, I may have to change tactics - tackle this on an allergy-level. LampLover seems to think it's allergy-related, so I'll take up her suggestion to load myself full of Claritin this afternoon. Hopefully that will help.
I get my little nutball companion back today (my diminutive pooch, Hunter). He's been staying with my friends C & L (names left out to protect the not-so-innocent), and now that I've got my affairs at my apartment somewhat in order, it's time to relieve them of their unrequested dog-duty and pick up the little scamp. I'm just hoping he adjusts to my having a roommate well and isn't a true pain in the arse. I have serious doubts.
I'm currently uploading my music collection to my computer. I've been talking about doing it for ages, and I'm finally getting around to doing it. It's pretty cool when you really get a good shuffle of your entire music collection going. Makes me crave the iPod that LL just purchased. Having all of it on a little playing card-size box would be ultra cool. But, to get to that point, I need to get all my music in digital format anyway. I'm a bit worried that I won't have the space for everything, though. I've only uploaded about 70 or 80 discs so far, and I'm already at 3GB of music. I've still got about 450 more discs to load.....and I think I've got about 10GB of space...then everything is going to slow down. Ugh. So, I'm thinking about upgrading my laptop's hard drive. Or, I could just wait and go with that Apple Mini I've had my eye on....oh, the decisions....*sigh* In the meantime, I'm just gonna keep uploading.
From the web: Ran across this story while FARKing today...was a really funny story of what can happen when a NICE person ends up with a celebrity phone number. Kinda scary when you think of it, really...someone gets your number and can really play havoc with your life if they want to be malicious. Though, I suppose you're partly to blame if you're not updating people with your new number...but then again, think of how many companies and people you give your number to without expecting regular contact with them...if they call and said Malicious Pretender decides to have fun with it...could be a weird situation.
6.02.2005
Organizing, Assessing and Soaking in One's Own Filth
It's been a quiet couple of weeks. Sometimes it's difficult to get to the computer to post, regardless, and so I haven't. I've spent plenty of time with LampLover...and she's a chief distraction; a very pleasant one, of course. I've also been doing lots of work and then there was the fun organizing my closet...this all sounds like random, mundanely boring stuff. Well, it was...but it was kind of fun too.
I'm mainly speaking of the closet re-organization. I abstained from taking photos because, well...it's a closet. But, it is organized pretty well at this point. After taking grief from my roomie and LampLover about it, I finally decided to drop some coin and put my room in order. Got rid of the boxes and crates all over the floor...and tables...and bed. Yeah...stuff was all over. But now, thanks to an expensive venture to The Container Store, It's organized in hanging shelves, stackable bins and plastic storage containers. I did learn one important thing throughout this organizational voyage: I still have too much crap.
My sister came to visit me the weekend before last. She thinks I lead a crazy lifestyle, I think. But, my sister's always been a bit more of a home body. She's never really gone through the "wild and crazy" phase of life (but then, compared to some, neither have I). She settled down quite early and planted roots (of sorts)...and so is married and has a house and all that...at the ripe old age of 22. Me? I'm 30 (almost thirty-one-derful) and have very few assets holding me down. I don't know that I relish that descriptor of my life, but it's how it is for the time being.
This week I get to housesit for a friend - he has gone out of town and left me the keys to his nice North Dallas pad, complete with big-screen TV and hot tub. W00t! The WiredMonkey plans on unplugging a bit and getting down with some relaxation this weekend. You better believe that hot tub will be getting some use....nothing like soaking in your own filth to make your cares slip away...
I'm mainly speaking of the closet re-organization. I abstained from taking photos because, well...it's a closet. But, it is organized pretty well at this point. After taking grief from my roomie and LampLover about it, I finally decided to drop some coin and put my room in order. Got rid of the boxes and crates all over the floor...and tables...and bed. Yeah...stuff was all over. But now, thanks to an expensive venture to The Container Store, It's organized in hanging shelves, stackable bins and plastic storage containers. I did learn one important thing throughout this organizational voyage: I still have too much crap.
My sister came to visit me the weekend before last. She thinks I lead a crazy lifestyle, I think. But, my sister's always been a bit more of a home body. She's never really gone through the "wild and crazy" phase of life (but then, compared to some, neither have I). She settled down quite early and planted roots (of sorts)...and so is married and has a house and all that...at the ripe old age of 22. Me? I'm 30 (almost thirty-one-derful) and have very few assets holding me down. I don't know that I relish that descriptor of my life, but it's how it is for the time being.
This week I get to housesit for a friend - he has gone out of town and left me the keys to his nice North Dallas pad, complete with big-screen TV and hot tub. W00t! The WiredMonkey plans on unplugging a bit and getting down with some relaxation this weekend. You better believe that hot tub will be getting some use....nothing like soaking in your own filth to make your cares slip away...
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