Stupid fucking Super fucking Furry fucking Animals again. Because iDJ played that song on his radio show last night. I bloody hate SFA. Can you tell?
Oct7
Monthly Archives: October 2011
Oct6
I’m pooped
Ugh, I’m not feeling spiffy this morning. Guts are unhappy about whatever it is that makes them unhappy all the damn time. Feel a bit like barfing, too. Back is giving me trouble, of course.
Think we did too much yesterday. Really annoying that doing normal things one day screws me up for the next two days.
I actually left the house yesterday! In the car! I went into buildings! I did some shopping! You can see how exhausting that is, just from all of the exclamation marks! !!! !! !
I needed to pick up my back x-rays from the hospital, so I can take them to the chiropractor tomorrow. Being as all that the National Health Service (NHS) has done for my back in the last 1.5 years is take one set of x-rays, I figure I should use them as best I can. So, because everything is done different here than I would ever expect, I had to get a letter from my GP and take it to the hospital’s x-ray department, and ask for my films. Which I do, and got them after a short wait. I also got questioned as to what I needed them for. “Oh, um, I have a consultation…no, I forget who it’s with… I’ll bring them back next month…” all the while blushing furiously because I am a totally shitty liar and even lying by omission shows all over my face. I didn’t want to say that I was going to a chiropractor outside the NHS for fear they wouldn’t let me have my x-rays of my back even with a letter from my GP. Because I’m so thrilled to be paying for treatment myself instead of being cared for by the NHS. Grrr.
Oh, I am totally going to take pics of the pics of my innards. I love that stuff! Don’t worry, I’ll share. 🙂
The hospital is under a ‘no visitors’ rule at the moment due to a vomiting bug going around. I should have taken a pic of the giant “No visitors” board that was propped outside the main entrance. Sort of fucking scary that the hospital already had a board to put out front. I very carefully touched nothing but the file they gave me. But… didn’t I start this post saying that I feel a bit pukey? Joy.
Okay, so then we stopped in at Horkan’s to get Dogzilla something for her birthday. We wandered around there a while. They have small pets, pet supplies, plants, and Weber grills. So me and iDJ were both happy. We also picked up a couple little Xmas presents to send to the US. Always good to find things that are small and lightweight. Dear god, did I just admit to buying Xmas gifts before Halloween?
Back home and got some schtuff for dinner. And we stopped into a pub, because it was 4:30, and he said that since he had been forced to take the week off as holiday time (instead of the dole; this way he actually gets paid), he wanted to have an early pint as if he was on holidays. So we did.
Aaaand that was enough to wear me out. Aaaand I need to RUN to the potty now!
Oct6
Oct5
It’s a dog’s life
It’s Neko’s second birthday today! I’m sure she cares. But we’re pretty good soppy doggie parents, so she got a carrot that honks and two rawhide bones.
Since she can’t have any treats that have grain in them due to her colitis, she gets a carrot a day. That’s it. I just know it’s gonna confuse the shite out of her to have a carrot toy. She really loved it, but started to pull on the felt leaves at the top right away. That is not like her – she’s 2 and never has ever destroyed a toy. Or anything else. Either I’m a really good dog trainer or have been lucky as fuck with my last two gigantic dogs. I’m going to go with a combo of the two, I do my best not to pick a dog that chews out of boredom. It’s a fine line between too smart and too dumb: smarter dogs take you seriously when you go medieval on them over an infraction of the rules. Too smart and they just do it behind your back.
The rawhide… We don’t like to give them to her. My poor Shade couldn’t have them at all. She’s never had an issue, but I’ll keep a close eye on her. We found some just the right size to make her happy for more than a moment but not make her sick if she eats the whole damn thing in one go.
So there ya go, my first post all about Dogzilla. Happy birthday, dogeen! I believe that for her breed, she’s officially an adult now.
May let her have a spoonful of Guinness later 😀
Oh noes! I just trawled through iDJ’s pics from Dec 2009 when we brought the queen home. I have to share the cuteness:
Aaaaaw, look at the widdle puppy legs! She was so small. Compared to now. Look at the size of her tootsies!
Ok, ok. I’m done with the baby talk. Just so you know, only baby animals make me talk like this. And even then, usually only MY baby animals.
Oct5
Earworm of the day
Morning! I think I’ll introduce you to something not-quite-sane today. I hope to do it as a regular post. My ‘theme’ (did you hear that in a teacher’s voice? Good.) allows me to post something called an ‘aside.’ Tomorrow, my earworm will be an aside.
I have really cool dreams. To me, anyhow. No, I won’t bore you with them.* Mostly because I can’t remember them for more than a few minutes. This really annoys me, some neat-o shit happens and I’m endlessly fascinated by what my subconscious gets up to. But, alas, something drives my dreams out of my head the moment I can think in complete thoughts.
My earworm.
You know what that is, right? A song that gets stuck in your head and plays in an unending loop? Usually just a fragment, a line, a bit of melody. I wake up with a new song in my head every damn morning. Every. Damn. Morning.
It took me years to realise this was happening. I’m lying there, trying to recall my dream in detail – if you don’t think about it right away it fades – and instead…lalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala… sheeeeit. Gone. After a while, I figured out that music is overwriting my memory. Dammit!
I’m not sleeping well lately. Mostly in a good way: my brain is happy and wants to write. I’m up at 4, 5 am and thinking away! But this means I’m now getting two bloody earworms a day! Not fair!
Since I’m such a nice person, I’m going to share them with you.
5am: Queen, Don’t Stop Me Now
8am: some song by Super Furry Animals that was on the radio yesterday. It’s still in there.
Enjoy!
*I lied. Here’s a bit of my dream at 5 am. Totally about blog anxiety… the phone rang and the guy in bed next to me reached over to answer it. It wasn’t my husband, and I sure as hell don’t have a corded Princess phone in babyshit brown next to my bed. Anyhow, it was some whack job who had figured out who I am from the blog and rang up to ask me creepy questions. My bedmate didn’t reply but also didn’t hang up the phone right, so I could still hear freakboy talking and getting angry. This because I posted a comment to a cool cartoon site and used my blog URL. Paranoid much?
Oct4
Dinner will be late tonight
It’s 9:45pm. I’ve been reading, checking the classifieds in the local papers, and smoking too much in front of the fireplace. I needed another drink (cheap non-brand rum n Pepsi Max, since you ask) and went to pour myself one in the kitchen, as you do.
The oven is on. iDJ is making Cajun spiced roast chicken breast for dinner. I had helped put the spices on the meat at 8:30, so he didn’t have to wash his hands a bazillion times. Poor didums got cajun spice and chicken ook in the numerous cuts that he managed to give himself today. There was much whining and ouching and a FB post. Anyhow, he wanted to let it sit ten minutes to let the rub ‘marinate’ or whatever a rub does to soak into the meat. If that is even possible.
At 9:45… the roasting pan full of meat is still on the counter.
All we could do was laugh. And FB post. And now, oh joy! blog…
The reason for the name iDJ is: he’s a complete Apple Nerd and he’s an Internet and pub/club DJ. Apple had some launchy-thingie tonight, and he was watching that while listening to new music and prepping for his next Internet show… he can multitask! but apparently not so much as to include shoving a pan in an oven.
Love you anyway!
Oct4
Playing around with my new toy
I’ve downloaded the WordPress app for iPad. I was finding some things not so easy to do, and others are impossible using only the iPad. Poop. One of the main reasons I went with WordPress is that they are very iPad friendly. As I think I have this thing permanently grafted onto my thigh now, I fully intend to blog just from said thigh. So, not all is sparkly just yet. I’m sure I’ll sort it out in time.
So here’s a picture, my first, as a test-tickle. What? Yeah, I did say that. This is a fiddlehead, pic taken by me out in the bog last spring. It happens to be Socks’ favourite picture of mine, too, which is the only reason I robbed it off my FB a few weeks ago. Because I had great intentions of drawing it again in Brushes. But it sucked, and I never finished. Gawd, I’m lazy.
Feic it, I didn’t want to sicken anyone by immediately posting cat pictures. So here’s a damn plant.
Oct3
Hello world!
Hi! I think I’ll leave this as ‘Hello World’ as it seems appropriate.
Well, where to begin? I spent ages picking a theme that seemed eejit-friendly. I had ‘A Christmas Story’ in my head the whole time, “Now boys and girls, I’m going to give you an assignment. I want you to write … a theme.” Here’s hoping I get an A++++++++++++!
Next was picking a name for my blog. I’ve always liked ‘here there be dragons,’ from what ancient cartographers wrote on the edge of maps. “Fuck if we know what’s out there, it’s the edge of the world and no one has come back to tell us” must have been too long. Dragons. Much easier to fit on a map. And they could draw a spiffy picture of a sea beast, too! That had to be way more fun than wiggly lines and words.
Right, where was I? Ah, yes, the unknown as a theme for my blog. Not cool unknown things, like unicorns or the chupacabra or why cats prefer to barf on carpet instead of an easy-to-clean floor. More the unknown inside of my head. I think it wants out.
Actually, I’m 100% sure I’ll be blogging about catbarf again. I bet you just can’t wait.
Ditto the chupacabra. Just what the fuck IS that thing!?!? Have you seen the videos? Freaky shit, man.
Ugh. I was really, really into unicorns as a kid. Bet they come up again, too.
But ‘here there be dragons’ was taken. Not surprising. I got out my 1977 Webster’s New Collegiate Dictionary (yes, I’m old) and leafed through words starting with ‘dr,’ hoping to find something close to ‘dragon.’
I could only come up with ‘dragonflies’ and ‘drinking’ as words that would remotely suit. But! ‘Spiders’ popped into my head. I love spiders. Yes, really. Most people don’t. So, spiders as a substitute for the mysteries of the mind? Why not? ‘Dragonflies’ is a bit too girly and rainbow-y for me. And I’ve not always been an alcoholic. But I’ve liked spiders since I was a wee girleen.
I took a text poll of my friends, and no one voted for ‘spiders.’ Shows you how much I care about what others think! Sorry, folks. Not really.
By the time I had all that sorted out, dinner was ready. We eat late, by the way. Hubby (hereafter known as iDJ [I think. I might change it later]) is off work this week so we really, really had dinner late. I had 15 minutes left to put up my first post before midnight… but I was too thick to figure it out in time. But hey! it’s still dated the 3rd cuz I’m magic.
heretherebespiders 