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How to Die of Doggie Tumbleweeds
One week of house-cleaning down. And oddly enough, I'm not done. That may in fact be due to much slacking on my part. *cough* This 'not done cleaning' delimma is compounded by teh fact that my grandparents are dropping by this evening as an incentive to me finishing the cleaning. And I'm working until 3:00. *snerk*
Luckily the cleaning only involves minor vacuuming, de-glittering the table, counter cleaning, a spot of dusting, reshelving of books, and making up the couch in the living room.
On a sad cleaning note, I have finally gotten up the majority of the Doggie Tumbleweeds. The dog was shedding so badly that one Tumbleweed stood six inches high. The vacuum cleaner was not amused.
AND I got to fog the apartment because the dog had fleas. *dies* He got a bath, then we spent the morning riding around in the car while the foggers did their nasty work. Then we got home to open the windows, which didn't really do much. Do you want to know the hell that is spending seven hours in a car with a dog?
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The McMurray Conspiracy
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plumsnickety, two down, one more to go. Seems there's a vast conspiracy in the state of North Carolina regarding McMurray. The owner of the local "sells NASCAR stickers" shop claims Jamie is too up-and-coming to have a sticker out locally yet. I pointed out that 1) at the Winston, the screaming for Jamie was nearly that of Junior and 2) if Jamie's so up-and-coming, why do they have Kasey Kahne's stickers?
I will be checking NASCAR Cafe next week. They have to have it. Have to.
Although, come to think of it, I haven't seen a Sterling Marlin sticker in stores either. It may be Gannasi's fault.
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The Christmas Conspiracy
My family is out to get me.
I have asked for one thing for Christmas. One thing. Just one.
It's simple. Money for my transmission. It's a need. But no, my family? My grandmother and aunt are big on the idea that a person should receive thing, not gift certificates or cash.
Yeah, because leg warmers are so helpful when you owe your dad $1,303.88 on a transmission. *snort* Although (and I digress), considering the fact that my mother's store has now been without heat for going on 4 weeks, and currently my knees are freezing, leg warmers would be quite helpful. Necessary even. Damn you Old Navy for pervading my brain with your evil commercials!
(No, I haven't had hardly anyone to speak to so far this week, can you tell?)
But the fun part of my family not wanting to give me money is the fact that now they want a list. Which I didn't prepare for, because I don't need anything! I managed to come up with four CDs (Josh Turner and Randy Travis are actually good bets from my grandmother, because at least they're gospel, or marginally gospel). Then it struck me...why are they asking for a list when I'm the easiest person in the family to shop for? NASCAR and dog items. That's all I really desire.
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I shall post on Smallville later. I had thoughts, and then whensullivanlane called me Wednesday night (*squee!*), I shared and she told me I had to post them. Hee.
Plus I need to post at some point about our big class crime scene. With actors. We joked ahead of time that the guy in the class in charge was going to be Grissom. The end result though? As close as I can tell, I got to be Brass. Or Warrick. Still not sure. I did wrestle with a guy for his car keys though. And I bitched out the media. And I got to man-handle witnesses and brothers threatening to kill people.
How to Die of Doggie Tumbleweeds
One week of house-cleaning down. And oddly enough, I'm not done. That may in fact be due to much slacking on my part. *cough* This 'not done cleaning' delimma is compounded by teh fact that my grandparents are dropping by this evening as an incentive to me finishing the cleaning. And I'm working until 3:00. *snerk*
Luckily the cleaning only involves minor vacuuming, de-glittering the table, counter cleaning, a spot of dusting, reshelving of books, and making up the couch in the living room.
On a sad cleaning note, I have finally gotten up the majority of the Doggie Tumbleweeds. The dog was shedding so badly that one Tumbleweed stood six inches high. The vacuum cleaner was not amused.
AND I got to fog the apartment because the dog had fleas. *dies* He got a bath, then we spent the morning riding around in the car while the foggers did their nasty work. Then we got home to open the windows, which didn't really do much. Do you want to know the hell that is spending seven hours in a car with a dog?
***
The McMurray Conspiracy
plumsnickety, two down, one more to go. Seems there's a vast conspiracy in the state of North Carolina regarding McMurray. The owner of the local "sells NASCAR stickers" shop claims Jamie is too up-and-coming to have a sticker out locally yet. I pointed out that 1) at the Winston, the screaming for Jamie was nearly that of Junior and 2) if Jamie's so up-and-coming, why do they have Kasey Kahne's stickers?I will be checking NASCAR Cafe next week. They have to have it. Have to.
Although, come to think of it, I haven't seen a Sterling Marlin sticker in stores either. It may be Gannasi's fault.
***
The Christmas Conspiracy
My family is out to get me.
I have asked for one thing for Christmas. One thing. Just one.
It's simple. Money for my transmission. It's a need. But no, my family? My grandmother and aunt are big on the idea that a person should receive thing, not gift certificates or cash.
Yeah, because leg warmers are so helpful when you owe your dad $1,303.88 on a transmission. *snort* Although (and I digress), considering the fact that my mother's store has now been without heat for going on 4 weeks, and currently my knees are freezing, leg warmers would be quite helpful. Necessary even. Damn you Old Navy for pervading my brain with your evil commercials!
(No, I haven't had hardly anyone to speak to so far this week, can you tell?)
But the fun part of my family not wanting to give me money is the fact that now they want a list. Which I didn't prepare for, because I don't need anything! I managed to come up with four CDs (Josh Turner and Randy Travis are actually good bets from my grandmother, because at least they're gospel, or marginally gospel). Then it struck me...why are they asking for a list when I'm the easiest person in the family to shop for? NASCAR and dog items. That's all I really desire.
****
I shall post on Smallville later. I had thoughts, and then when
sullivanlane called me Wednesday night (*squee!*), I shared and she told me I had to post them. Hee. Plus I need to post at some point about our big class crime scene. With actors. We joked ahead of time that the guy in the class in charge was going to be Grissom. The end result though? As close as I can tell, I got to be Brass. Or Warrick. Still not sure. I did wrestle with a guy for his car keys though. And I bitched out the media. And I got to man-handle witnesses and brothers threatening to kill people.