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Mar. 20th, 2006 12:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quidditchgrrlI'm really sick and tired of Girl Scouts attempting to extort $3 out of me for cookies. Whatever happened to selling door-to-door, at church and to the family? Molesters don't bother kids whose parents chaperone them. *I* bother girls who holler in my face and heckle me when I say no, thanks.
I bought ten boxes of cookies this year; don't mess with me, greenie.
Other news, other news...
Music: If you don't have this little gem, you're missing a great compiliation set. And there's a DVD companion *adds to Amazon wishlist*
Books: Have been reading When She Was Bad: Violent Women and the Myth of Innocence. Heavy stuff, pretty damning. While the author has a clear conservative bent (not Conservative, mind), the points she makes are right to the point. Women can be just as evil as men, more so, and society does all it can to enforce the stereotype of women as helpless victim, even in the face of clear sociopathic behavior (such as Karla Homolka's).
Movies: Watched Walk The Line. Not sure it lived up to my expectations, but it was worth the watch. Reese Witherspoon = my hero.
Sex: yes, please.
Drugs: Need to remember to take my Protonix every.single.day. (Note to self: that burning feeling? That's your stomach eating itself.)
Rock N Roll: I want to see NIN. I do not have money to see NIN. *pouts* I have no idea how I ever managed to see 15+ concerts a year in college (oh, yeah, running every credit card I could get into the ground. I remember now.), but there are several bands coming to town in the next few months.
Love: I love Honeybunch, even when he breaks his glasses trying to clean them. Anyone who knows Honeybunch knows why this is to be expected.
Money: *sigh* Owe ~$1500 in taxes. Bloody marriage penalty for not filing jointly (by which the Feds would make a cool $8K from us). >:-O Andy's brakes are shot, my deductible has to be paid tomorrow, we need a new couch, and Bernie has to go to the vet for his shots. Not to mention the geriatric PC and my ratty, ill-fitting clothes. The lottery is the only way we're gonna get out of this mess. But eh, while it's stressful, I can deal with it. It will work itself out eventually (and so long as we have DSL and something to route it through, we'll survive).
Health: Feeling frisky. Bike needs a tune up and new seat (no more butt blisters) before I hit the road this season. Goal: 10-15 miles, twice a week, with no "bonk". Must invest in low-calorie power bar of some kind.
Family: Niece still pregnant. Brothers still crazy. Dad still acting like 16-year-old. Nat had her ears pierced (and only cried for ten seconds before giving everyone a gummy smile, the stinker).
Friends: Loving all of you. Hitting the town for Gallery Hop (maybe?) for birthday bash next weekend. I haven't seen the birthday girl since she was in the clinic for her WLS...and she's almost 100# lighter. Wow. :)
I think that's every last thing I can think of! *brain empty*
Good night!
I bought ten boxes of cookies this year; don't mess with me, greenie.
Other news, other news...
Music: If you don't have this little gem, you're missing a great compiliation set. And there's a DVD companion *adds to Amazon wishlist*
Books: Have been reading When She Was Bad: Violent Women and the Myth of Innocence. Heavy stuff, pretty damning. While the author has a clear conservative bent (not Conservative, mind), the points she makes are right to the point. Women can be just as evil as men, more so, and society does all it can to enforce the stereotype of women as helpless victim, even in the face of clear sociopathic behavior (such as Karla Homolka's).
Movies: Watched Walk The Line. Not sure it lived up to my expectations, but it was worth the watch. Reese Witherspoon = my hero.
Sex: yes, please.
Drugs: Need to remember to take my Protonix every.single.day. (Note to self: that burning feeling? That's your stomach eating itself.)
Rock N Roll: I want to see NIN. I do not have money to see NIN. *pouts* I have no idea how I ever managed to see 15+ concerts a year in college (oh, yeah, running every credit card I could get into the ground. I remember now.), but there are several bands coming to town in the next few months.
Love: I love Honeybunch, even when he breaks his glasses trying to clean them. Anyone who knows Honeybunch knows why this is to be expected.
Money: *sigh* Owe ~$1500 in taxes. Bloody marriage penalty for not filing jointly (by which the Feds would make a cool $8K from us). >:-O Andy's brakes are shot, my deductible has to be paid tomorrow, we need a new couch, and Bernie has to go to the vet for his shots. Not to mention the geriatric PC and my ratty, ill-fitting clothes. The lottery is the only way we're gonna get out of this mess. But eh, while it's stressful, I can deal with it. It will work itself out eventually (and so long as we have DSL and something to route it through, we'll survive).
Health: Feeling frisky. Bike needs a tune up and new seat (no more butt blisters) before I hit the road this season. Goal: 10-15 miles, twice a week, with no "bonk". Must invest in low-calorie power bar of some kind.
Family: Niece still pregnant. Brothers still crazy. Dad still acting like 16-year-old. Nat had her ears pierced (and only cried for ten seconds before giving everyone a gummy smile, the stinker).
Friends: Loving all of you. Hitting the town for Gallery Hop (maybe?) for birthday bash next weekend. I haven't seen the birthday girl since she was in the clinic for her WLS...and she's almost 100# lighter. Wow. :)
I think that's every last thing I can think of! *brain empty*
Good night!
