nobody here but us chickens

Month: January 2012 (Page 1 of 2)

that’s what people drink

i’m procrastinating, which is something i only ever do when i have to write a paper.  right now i’d much rather be curled up with some Sherlock and hot tea, in my moriar tea tee, and dozily sneaking in a nap.  tee hee.

but i’m making a silly post and not writing my paper.

i worked the scholarship competition this morning, which meant driving in wretched winter weather.  but the kids are adorable in their nervousness and the parents are generally very fun to talk to.  they’re so proud.

and then i watched Miss W go off the diving board 3 times and do the backstroke all on her own.  and i was proud.  she has taken to using the phrase “i love me some” … i quietly roll my eyes and wait for her to outgrow this particular grammatical atrocity.  i suppose it is no more or less offensive than my lack of proper capitalization.

i’ve just this minute realized how late it is.  we should have much protein for dinner.  we eat so poorly on weekends.

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ghost story

i finally finished editing two batches of photos that have been waiting on me to find the time.  the first was from my march 2011 trip to baltimore with the HZRT.  the second was from my friend heather’s visit home last august.  it’s nice to have that crossed off my epic list of Things That Need to be Done.

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Random Wednesday

could it be so wrong, so wrong?
~the weakest shade of blue, pernice brothers

It’s the condescension, really. The condescension

8 days.

I need to get more thank you cards.

waste another year like a minute

I would like to go to New Orleans.

digits. digitalis.  digitalic.

Lent.  I don’t think I’ve ever given anything up for Lent.  Not even when I was Catholic.

I’m pretty sure I’ve accidentally engaged auto pilot.

Something I actually appreciated on HuffPo for a change.

“This week’s been 9 days long already!”  Amen, sister.

I don’t know how many people that is.  I should count.

mine

What the predicate says.

Conferences conferences conferences.  Your daughter talks too much.  Yes, I know.

There’s pretty much a flood advisory every day of the year at this point.

37

We have to stick together.  Like a secret club.  Speak in code.

Hasn’t Pinterest been around for a few years?  It’s all anyone is talking about lately.

appreciate your concern

I will not miss your passive aggressive scented lotioning.

You are a toxic hate filled poisonous misery.

I need some water.

This is not a Journey kind of day.

How’s your skull?

trouble

Damn.  I’m out of ibuprophen.

These apples are teensy!

This one kind of tastes like dirt.

everyone everyone everyone

No, you start.

What the huh???

I will not vote for Gingrich.  I will not vote for Romney.  What a disaster.

My music mix is disappointing me today.

Hilarious because it isn’t.

ain’t no one

The numbers.

Ha!  I would totally wear this.

“Go forth and show em how it’s done,” she said to me.  I love that woman.

I havent had a diet coke since 6:30 this morning.  How many hours is that?  I mean other than too many.

All those pieces of junk.  Stupid cars.

Numbersome.

See, it’s on accounta the fact that in my mind, I already don’t work here any more.

Oooh word searches!  I love those guys.

Dear Newt Gingrich, stop emailing me, I’m not giving your creepy ass any money.

It isn’t 42.

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why won’t you leave me quicker?

twenty~nine. (milk)                                                                                         ~watching you well
the national

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thursday soundtrack – nobody here but us chickens

heavy in your arms – florence & the machine
down in the valley – the head and the heart
graduation day – chris isaak
taillights fade – buffalo tom
the rain – melody gardot
civilian – wye oak
sorrow – the national
please – chris isaak
the golden state – john doe featuring kathleen edwards
gypsies, tramps, and thieves – cher
ghost wiring – neko case and her boyfriends
radiation vibe – fountains of wayne
c’est la mort – the civil wars
gonna be a darkness – jakob dylan and gary louris
yes i’m cold – chris bathgate
somewhere a clock is ticking – snow patrol
september – john paul white
you’re so vain – carly simon
gold mine – breanne duren
how lucky we are – meiko

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Random Wednesday

             mississippi

It’s. Oh.  Huh.

I don’t want to help you because you’re mean.  But I’ll help you because I’m not.

Damn.  I brought the wrong book.

No!  No headache!  No!

13 days.

Happy as a clam.  Where does that come from?  What makes clams so damn happy?  And how would we even know if a clam was happy or sad or in the midst of a murderous rage?  It’s a clam.

are you alone now?

so cold.  so very cold.

Fight SOPA.

I do not want to work Saturday.  I do not want to work next Saturday either.

How do I get on these mailing lists?

I wish I carried a camera

I won’t say a word.

I like these “from where I stand” photos everyone is doing.  I think they’re fun.  Makes me want an iPod Touch even more so I could shoot some with those newfangled apps too.  But not that hipster app, cos I still hate that one.

Probably if you spent less time talking and talking and talking you wouldn’t be so far behind.  Hang up the phone.

Perhaps I was gone longer than I thought.

Quick!  To the Post Office!

There’s a long list.

Spit face!  What?

You have to keep moving!

Fight PIPA.

I’m excited about season 3.  You should check this show out.

5 inches of snow is nothing.  Silly westerners.

Crows are interesting creatures.

Sheesh.  The heater gnomes are particularly angry today.

Stop.

I would consider moving down south if it weren’t for the size of the bugs and the poison of the snakes and spiders.

So sneezy today!

I think they’re on to me.

Such a slacker.

My knee is hurty.

sweet suite

I don’t even know where to start.

And while you’re fighting SOPA/PIPA, fight for the repeal of the NDAA as well.  The government won’t be satisfied until we’re all quiet slaves in a nightmarish, fascist reality.

but babe that doesn’t mean i’m gonna be a better man.

January always seems like it takes years to get through.

mmmmchaimmmm

Oh yes, now I see.  That poor poor thing.  However does she manage?

sorry, please continue

Enough with the one sided business.  I’m moving on, thank you.

Oh, God.  No begging.

I ran with dirty angels

Duck butter???  Man this place is weird.

I’m off for a celebratory meal.  It will taste like victory.  And possibly scotch.

It’s not spilt milk.

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