Fantastic!

This is a little slice of awesome.

Enjoy!

"Well, I found it funny."

This evening I stopped in for a quick visit with my friend and former roommate, the H.O.P.S.F.  I was taking her some tea cause she's a fan and I'm a good friend.  While there, she offered me some of the loose leaf tea she'd gotten for Christmas from MarriedSister (as opposed to NotMarriedSister - btw, you should really be taking notes, cause there will be a test later).  So I was handed four teaspoons of black tea in a little zip lock bag.

Which made me giggle and comment that I hoped I wouldn't be stopped by a cop on the way home, as I would hate to have it mistaken for something illicit.  Several sophomoric jokes later I headed out to pick up some dinner  at our nearest "Why the hell did I eat that taco?" before going home.

I came to a stop at the shinny new traffic lights outside our local "Gigantic Chain Store."  A large SUV came to a stop in my peripheral vision and, with nothing better to do at the stop light, I glanced casually to my left.  And exploded into a fit of laughter.

The local police K9 Unit had pulled up beside me.

Passing Strange

Thursday night, on my way to trivia, I was stuck for quite some time behind this van.

Which had an Alaska license plate.

Yep, Alaska.

And yes, I know you can’t actually see the license plate…you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Passing Strange

This is where I went to church as a child.

Our church fell apart (thanks to two specific people) and the building was sold.

A local Hispanic congregation hold services there now.

That makes me happy…in a sad way.

Happy that this little church is still being used and taken care of.

Sad that that chapter of my life is now just a memory.

Passing Strange

I decided to drop by McBurgerandFries for lunch today. (It was a bad idea; btw…my stomach is going to be KILLING me in a little while.) And as I rounded the corner in the drive thru line I saw this…

"The Pepto-Bismobile."

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This, boys and girls, is what is known as a ‘chicken truck.’ They are VERY common in my hometown. And speaking from years and years and years of personal experience…this is about as close to one as you will ever want to get.

And OMG!!! The smell!!!

P.S. The blue truck in the picture belongs to a co-worker of mine…you know…the guy who told me I didn’t have job anymore. *avoids temptation and keeps foot firmly on brake pedal*

Hey...

Remember this little church I mentioned last month?


Yeah, that one.

Well, now it looks like this…


Yep, it’s gone.

They tore it down last week.

I’m bummed about it.

“It is Monday, once more.”

…and that means its time for an update. Please keep your hands and arms inside the post at all times and in remember, in the event of a water landing this blog can not actually be used as a floatation device.

Well, Friday night LibraryDiva and I dragged ourselves over to our local book seller and joined the crowd waiting for the release of Breaking Dawn, the final book in Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight Saga. I’ll skip the boring bits and just hit the highlights of the evening…you know…the random stuff that made LibraryDiva and I roll our eyes heavenward.

Hordes of teenaged girls wearing ‘prom’ dresses. (Yeah…apparently there was a theme to this event.)

A showing of the teaser trailer for the Twilight movie which resulted in fountains of tears, gnashing of teeth, tearing of hair, and the rending of garments. And I wish I was kidding.

A mob of irritated adults (which included LibraryDiva and myself).

A splitting headache due to the extremely loud and inaudibly garbled – youknowwecouldactuallyunderstandyouifyoutookthemicrophoneoutofyourmouthandwouldspeakjustalittleslower - overhead store announcements.

Oh, and we can’t forget the silver lining in this dark cloud of a ‘book release party’ storm. LibraryDiva spotted this on the shelf and I’m putting some serious thought into getting a copy for the H.O.P.S.F.

Once the book was finally in our hands LD and I headed back to Diva-stan…and went straight to bed. *Sigh* This is difficult for me to admit but I’m clearly getting too old for things like this. And to think…I could have been in bed at 10:00 pm….

Anyway, book attained, book read, and here comes the opinion.

This series ended with a whimper instead of a bang. As a reader I’m disappointed.

And yes, there is a whole lot more I could say on this subject but I’ll refrain from comment because 1) LibraryDiva hasn’t finished reading it yet, 2) I don’t want to incur any kind of backlash should someone else stumble upon my blog and 3) it would make this post overly wordy and VERY rant-y and I know you guys just hate that.

And in other news…

Apparently my bed is the most comfortable place in the world to take a Sunday afternoon nap. And I would agree…except that I don’t get to nap on my bed on Sunday afternoons because there are fuzzy punks in the way. Lazy bastards.

OH! And here is another picture of that little church I mentioned in a previous post. I haven’t been able to find out anything more about it…but I’m still intrigued.

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Hay!

Spotted in the middle of downtown on my way back to work after lunch today. Not that hay is strange...it was just such a weird place to see it...

Odds And Ends

Yesterday was seriously the day from hell. It was so awesomely bad that I swear I actually saw several former ‘worse days ever’ throw their hands up in defeat and resign their positions at the top of the list. Yes, it was just that craptastically bad. I’m not going to outline all the gory details for you, but I’ll mention some of the ‘highlights’…
- several hours of productive work that will be literally thrown out today
- a long frustrating battle with my horrible printer at work
- an emergency trip to the auto mechanic
- $125.70
- Fuzzy ‘temporary’ punk using my bed as a litter box…AGAIN
- More laundry then one person should have to do in one night
I’m just happy that I made it out the other side of my Thursday in one piece.

Random Notes…

I snapped this picture on Monday afternoon when I got into my car after work.

Take a good long look at that temperature kids. Summer in the south doesn’t mess around.

Passing Strange…

This is a little old church that I pass every day on the way to and from work. I don’t even know if it is still being used or if it has been abandoned. I’m very intrigued by it.


Cheap Giggles…

LibraryDiva is out of town this weekend.

This is the quilt from her bed.

I stripped it off her bed, hauled it out to the kitchen and made a fort out of it, just like I do every time she goes out of town.

I call it “Fort Diva-stan.”

Or, if I’m being honest she left it in the dryer and since I had other laundry to do I stretched it out like this to dry.

But that isn’t as funny as the whole ‘fort’ thing, now is it?

A Very Monday Post

Notes from the Nightstand

Well, darlings, I’ve finished reading both New Moon and Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer. That makes three 600+ page novels in one week…which is really just proof that I need to get out more. Of course I put off mountains of other things in order to free up so much ‘reading time’ but I really don’t care. Dishes and garbage and laundry can wait when there is angst driven teenaged vampire love on the line.

So, long winded opinion cut very short, I have enjoyed the series. And I would even go so far as to recommend it to others…provided that they would appreciate this kind of literature. The final installment of the ‘saga’ is set for release at midnight on the 1st of August…accompanied by a special ‘release party’ at the local bookstore. And yes, I have a copy on reserve, and yes, I’ll be attending the release party and taking LibraryDiva with me, and yes, I’ll sneak in my camera and take pictures of the crowd dressed up like their favorite characters from the books, and NO, before you ask let me reassure that I am going dressed as myself.

P.S. They are bringing all this angst to the big screen this Christmas. Here’s a production still featuring the main characters. And here’s a little shout out to all my nerdy HP fan friends…Cedric Diggory didn’t die, apparently he just turned into Edward Cullen.

Diva-stan Update

The cleaning crew arrived this week and began the enormous/disgusting job of decontaminated the former apartment of our creepy neighbors. I wish them good luck.

Our resident ‘temporary’ fuzzy punk and I had an unfortunate encounter in my bedroom on Friday night. While I was in the shower shorty apparently decided that my ridiculously expensive Original Mattress Factory Orthopedic Luxury Firm mattress would make a fantastic litter box. Much swearing and gnashing of teeth ensued. Little man was ‘corrected’ and has been avoiding my room like the plague ever since. This doesn’t distress me in the slightest. Thing One and Thing Two seem to appreciate having an officially ‘kitten free zone’ in the apartment as well as illustrated by the following…

Saturday Afternoon


Saturday Evening

Sunday Afternoon

Speaking of home, here’s another story for you. Several weeks ago LibraryDiva and I were watching the Saturday night ‘cheese’ (it had something to do with a factory full of possessed dolls and the ancient Aztecs) on the Sci-Fi channel when the phone rang. Now, normally this wouldn’t be that big of a deal…but it was almost 3:00 AM at the time. A quick glance at the caller ID showed a local government number.

Me: Hello?
Caller: Is this McBurgerandFries?
Me: No, I’m sorry, this is a private residence.
Caller: Are you sure this isn’t McBurgerandFries?
Me: Yes, very sure. This is my home.
Caller: Oh! Sorry.

LibraryDiva and I were still wondering at this when the phone rang again.

Me: Hello?
Caller: Is this McBurgerandFries?
Me: *quick glance at caller ID* No, this is the same residence you called a few minutes ago.
Caller: Oh, sorry.

Now, I had all but forgotten about this little late night exchange with what a quick flip though the phone book revealed to be our local police on their ‘non-emergency’ number until my phone rang this morning at 6:20 AM.

Me: *very groggy and newly awakened* Hello?
Caller: Is this McBurgerandFries?
Me: No, this is a private residence.
Caller: Oh.

The frustration of this incident has been all but overlooked on my part owning largely to the fact that it is out local law enforcement who is calling in error. Were it simply a drunken idiot then my wrath would have been swift and mighty…but it’s the cops…which means I’m all kinds of polite and friendly because that’s the way I was raised. When I got to work this morning I fished my handy-dandy local phone directory out of the drawer and looked up the numbers for all the local McBurgerandFries. I spotted the problem immediately; the last four digits of our numbers can be very easily transposed.

At some point during this weekend I think that I was supposed to spend some time with another friend of mine…whom we’ll call NeedyAnimeDiva. I have a vague memory of her calling me at some point in the last few weeks and mentioning that we should go see the new Batman movie together. Despite much memory searching assisted by helpful prompts from LibraryDiva I was unable to scrape together any agreed upon details of our exchange. I felt sure that I hadn’t actually agreed to anything but had in truth been volunteered…because that is the NeedyAnimeDiva way. She called on Sunday afternoon and I ignored the phone (hey, I was up to my eyeballs in angsty teenage fiction and four loads of laundry). And while I know that this was in truth very badly done of me, if you knew NeedyAnimeDiva the way I do, you would have hit the ‘reject’ button too.

"So I was standing in the 'lair' talking to the Yeti..."

…and he offered me one of his old holiday snaps to share with his emerging fan club. I told him he could have at least brushed his hair. He explained that it was taken after an all night blow out during Spring Break of his junior year at NYU. I told him that explained a lot about him. He grunted and threatened to fling poo.

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Seen while driving to work on Thursday morning.

For all your 'emergency' dog styling needs.