Pick A Message

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Kwanzaa, May your Winter Solstice be Blessed, Season’s Greetings, Happy Agnostica, (oh, and my personal favorite:) Bah Humbug.

Yeah, I Know

I don’t know what’s wrong with me either. WhatsHisFace asked me the other day if I was nesting. I just seem to be in a cooking and baking mood these days.

I haven’t even posted the failures. At least I’m taking the results to work for the vultures my coworkers to eat.

Yay!

I won! I won! I knew that spending hours entering Fall Y’all blog giveaways would pan out for me!

So, thank you Jen over at The Pile I’m Standing In! I’m looking forward to digging into the book.

Saying Thanks

I got an email from a friend today pointing me over to Let’s Say Thanks. In the words of the folks running it (Xerox Corporation), it’s “a national program designed to deliver millions of cards to servicemen and women overseas with messages of support from home.”

Woman Rules

As part of a Fall Y’all giveaway, Sometimes, Can can is giving away a fun little board game called Man Laws -and- Woman Rules. It looks like it would be a fun party game, so I’m entering the contest. Cancan is requesting that anybody who wants to enter has to do a blog post with a rule or law.

So here’s my Woman Rule: At a dinner part, a Woman is required to offer cleanup assistance. Depending on the closeness of the relationship, she may also be required to ignore or accept rejections of assistance or be judged harshly by every other woman in attendance.

As an explanation, it’s a weird little dance that happens at a party or dinner. If a woman gets it wrong, she will be talked about after she leaves. I’m not sure I can even identify all the variables that go into deciding which way to go, but you’ll know it if you get one wrong.

Martha, I Ain’t

The pumpkins….

were pitiful.

And the bats started out looking pretty decent…

but came out looking diseased.

But we had fun.

What more could you ask for?

Weekend Quotes

“He’s an awesome bunter.”
“So then he’s Buntastic?”

“Dance, puppet dance!”

“That’s all right, the hookers and blow will kill me long before the little black cubes do.”

“Wait. What did we just do?”

“We’re being followed around by a giant insane killer robot.” “I see that.”

I Just Wanted To Say

I wore a Tigger shirt to work today.

That is all.

Oh, all right, so it was a very nice Tigger shirt, but still….

Mfph

• Stupid Rockies. I mean, I’m glad they’re winning. But they need to not sweep, damnitall! Boss bought a box for all the employees with some overflow seats nearby for Game 5 on Wed. All the experts were calling for at least 5 games last week, but the team had to go and decide to keep up the winning streak. They’ve won 20 out of the last 21 games. I’m so not a baseball fan, but it would be a fun game to go see.
• I had one of the most unproductive weekends ever. I didn’t leave the house on Sunday, and only changed out of my PJs around 5pm when I had the bright idea to go do a full grocery run. I got as far as starting the list of things we needed before inertia and WhatsHisFace convinced me to scrap it for the day and go next week. I figured that way I could cut coupons and make a real list on Sunday night, but then I logged into WoW (World of Warcraft) and all was lost. I’m 48th level with the warlock now though.
• I made this chicken with artichoke and mushroom thing on Saturday night. Basically, you lay all that in a 13×9 pan and pour white wine and the artichoke marinade on top. Bake it until it’s done. It was pretty tasty, and would have made a pretty plate for pictures. But I’m wired to care about feeding the folks and I didn’t even remember the camera until after everybody had eaten and the kitchen was trashed. I’m never going to be a food blogger….
• I’m still trying to come up with a theme for NaBloPoMo. I took pictures at lunch time last week, but had to use the 35mm since I couldn’t locate the digital. I finished up the roll that day, but I’m still carrying it around. At this rate, I may get the pictures back by the end of NaBloPoMo. Then I thought about doing a food blogging thing, but if you read the last bullet point, then you already know how that turned out. Maybe I’ll go with 30 places that I want to visit for my theme. Hmmm…
• Speaking of visiting: I bought some pictures of Scotland off of BigStockPhotos last week. I planned on buying some cheap frames and putting them in my office. I uploaded the pics to WallyWorld (that WalM$%^ place) and payed for faster shipping. They were due to me by last Friday, but there’s no evidence of hide nor hair (weird saying, isn’t it?) of the pics so far. And the shipping number on the order is bogus according to the shipping corp (FedEx). I think I might have to try and yell at someone about it today. I tried to get pictures of Loch Duart – because I will live there someday, oh yes I will – but the closest I could come from BigStock was generic Scotland pics.

My Poor Baby

So just a tip for anybody out there who might be tempted to buy a new handlebar for their motorcycle: Measure the damn cables first. Oh, and another tip? Never believe men when they tell you the cable is long enough. It’s never long enough. (No honey – I’m talking about throttle and brake cables, honest )

We put my new bar on 8 days ago, and everything was good until we tried to slide the controls on. No problem – we’ll just angle the bar up so it’s mostly pointed forward and slide em on. $%^&ing Hell – it’s fine as long as I can ride with the bars pointing straight up.

Here’s what my baby looked like for the better part of a week:

I had no idea that you could just take a gas tank off a bike. That’s my tank lying on a towel with the tank bib on top. It looks so sad on it’s own, doesn’t it? The guys took it all apart to try and reroute the cables to get enough play. Didn’t work, so off to the local salvage yard for replacement cables.

And this is what’s underneath the tank. Makes me want to take it all apart just to see how it works. Of course, I’m great at the dismantle and not so good with the mantle re-mantle fuck-it putting it back together, so I didn’t even suggest it.

The good news is that it’s all back together again (thanks to heroic efforts by WhatsHisFace with a partial assist by Ballchek and several visits to the local bike salvage shop for cable making – hehehehe, I said cable). And there was only one part that went missing. That’s good, right? Right?!?

Now if only the bags would get here…