Easily amused

From comments regarding an article about dating and pets that was in the AJC:

By LahLah
June 30, 2006 08:34 AM | Link to this
I have a goldfish named Dorothy and if anything ever happened to her, I don’t know what I would do!

OK. I am JUST playing……

Seriously, when I was married we had a turtle, guinea pig and a dog. Oh and my husband had two kids before we got married so lets calculate shall we…… 2 adults, 4 children and 3 pets. After the divorce I took my two children and got the hell out of that zoo!!!! (only thing I miss are my step-babies).

Pets are cute. But I choose not to have any. I think about getting one of those little toy dogs that only weight’s 3lbs full grown but I would probably end up stepping on it in the middle of the night or something. Also, I’m not cleaning up after no shiddy azz animal. That was not God’s plan for my life. If I meet someone who has pets that’s ok, as long as he doesn’t expect the dog to sleep with us or eat at the dinner table or go every where with us or for me to have a relationship with it or take it for walks, walk behind him and be it’s personal pooper scooper. So as long as he isn’t obsessed with the animal and dosen’t have animal hair all over his kitchen counters and stuff like that, it will be alright.


I love this line:
Also, I’m not cleaning up after no shiddy azz animal. That was not God’s plan for my life.


BWAH

Now I've done it

Just got back from the dentist. I've had puffy gums for a while, and now I've… suddenly moved into gum disease. Um, yay.

I have to go back to get my teeth cleaned and scraped under the gumline, which requires numbing. It'll be two visits, half a mouth a visit, and a couple hundred bucks even with insurance. This is to hopefully hold off the periodontist.

While it's been caught pretty early, there's already damage and a line I've crossed, as in the gums aren't coming back, and I'm heading in a direction that ends up in losing teeth.

The cause? Genetics… and smoking. And not flossing enough. So, two out of three? MY FAULT. It's a sign that the smoking has to go. I have to stop it. Not in the distant future... SOON.

My parents have had teeth pulled from shit like this, and I do NOT want to go there. This really upsets me.

I've been annoyed with myself for my diet lately. And now I think this is a sign that a lot of things have to change about the way I take care of myself.

Sigh. I'm so bummed. This was avoidable.

Let this be a lesson learned, kiddies. Floss every day (which I now have to do, seriously).

Two kinds of cute

Love this kid.

And I've watched this video like 10 times this week. It makes me feel better. In other news, I figured out how to link videos!

Boring

Oh, my god... was this weekend boring. Kept my knee extended like a good girl, which meant I was on the couch most of the weekend. Even my lovely junk tv got old after a while. Let's see: I watched about five episodes of ANTM (there was a 'cycle' (bleh) 2 (the Yoanna/Mercedes/Shandi season) marathon on VH1 that I had DVRd). I watched an old Grey's Anatomy, a couple of TLC shows (the 627-pound woman!!) and, to my utter shame, the new Behind the Music for Nick Lachey. Dude.

Yes, I was desperate.

I also watched Iran v Mexico in the World Cup. I really love the World Cup: it's so exciting. And I have to again bring up my appreciation for fütbol hotties. Damn, y'all. It's the World Cup for hot boys too. Watch it and see, y'all. Tasty!

I just spent ten minutes trying to find the boy on the Iranian team I was crushing on, but I couldn't find a picture. I was cheering for Mexico, but hot boys transcend boundaries, yo.

I think I gained ten pounds back this weekend. I found my food trigger: boredom.

I did have stuff I could have done, but I was too busy feeling sorry for myself I couldn't actually handle being good and getting work done.

Sigh. I suck!

Pity party

Okay, more details. Pretend you care.

Was outside on a smoke break, sitting on this high curb. I tried to stand up, turn and hop up on the curb in one motion, but I caught my foot and slammed knee first into the sidewalk instead.

Five stitches, bitches!

I'm very talented.

Actually, at first I thought it was just a normal skinned knee. And then I saw the skin rolled up like a shade, which, uhhhhhh. I'm not squeamish usually, but that freaked me out. Luckily my co-workers were all, um, yeah, that needs stitches, which I'm not sure I would have figured out immediately. So my boss took me to the Piedmont Emergency Walk-In Clinic, I waited an hour and a half and then the nice doctor cleaned and stitched it. Ow. Ow. Ow.

So, this adds a smoking injury to my List of Ridiculous Injuries. So for those of you keeping track, I now have:

1) Dislocated my knee in a mosh pit.
2) Tripped in a patch of mud and slammed into a car shoulder-first while Easter Egg hunting. And, no, not as a kid: I think was 23 or 24.
3) Tripped over a rail on a Putt-Putt course and landed on my upper arm on the other rail. Miraculously didn't break it, but it was seriously bruised as hell.
4) Dislocated my knee getting off the Cyclone at Coney Island.
5) Cut off a little piece o' finger in an Xacto-blade-comping-a-project injury. Which, actually, every designer I know has had one of these.
6) Broke my toe zipping to the window to gawk at something weird my neighbor was doing.

Miraculously, this new one was the first time I ever did anything to myself which required stitches (well, unless you count the stitches from the surgery to fix my knee). So, yeah. Whoo.

I have to keep my leg extended for the next 10-12 days so I'm not pulling on the sutures. Luckily, I'm quite accustomed at this point to knee injuries, so it seems like old times.

Yay.

I have a boo-boo.

I skinned my knee. Literally.

Ow. Hurts.

Link-o-rama

Woman on cell. One hundred dollars? You must have me confused with 1-800-Crack Whore.
—W 57th

God, I love this site. It's like the gift that keeps on giving.

I hope the dude gets back at these punk asses.

I hate Russell Crowe, so it's an easy thing to totally believe the author.


I was slammed at work earlier this week, and now... not so much. I'm waiting on one of my bosses to get back to me with changes on this one project, but until then I'm waiting. I plan to spend the day (unless something comes up) working on my brother's wedding invite. I'm gonna be drawin' flowers. Kind of have it designed in my head and am now trying to decide between an accordion fold or outward like a book. I have pulled back the complexity a bit, as I realized that I was looking at a bout of insanity if I had to hand cut two layers of paper for 150 invitations. Now I'm looking at some heavy stocks and utilizing the double-printing feature on the Canon here at work. Oh, I'm sorry. I was totally thinking out loud. That might not be interesting to anyone who's not me, but I typed it... so here it is. :)

Father's Day IS next weekend. I had it in my head it was later, but here we are. So I'll be heading to Columbia to see my family. And Jim. :)

Okay, gonna make some tea. Be back later.

Mornin'

Wish he'd been my commencement speaker.

People are driving crazy today. Maybe it's just Atlanta. But I almost got hit by a bus/shuttle thingy today, fun. Best part is G was driving by and called to say "that guy almost hit you!"

So at least I would have had a witness.

Happy 6/6/06, y'all. Don't click any funny links today.

Fool me once

What I got:

Hey Sheeri,

Sorry it took me so long to respond but I had to do a lot of weighing of the options and I have decided I'm going to stay in my house with Michael. Not as a couple but as roommates. We've talked it over and we are both comfortable with the idea so for right now $ wise it's the best option for me. I'm sorry to do this over email and it was a really difficult decision for me to make. I wanted to thank you for all you did and holding the room for me and I know you will find someone to rent out your room ASAP. It's a great house and you would be a great roommate. I'm sorry it turned out this way. I would say lets hang out sometime because you really are a cool person but I'm sure I'm not the top of your list right now.

Thank you and I'm sorry again,

Greg



What I wrote back:

I figured something had happened to make you change your mind. Last week I had several things to say about your lack of balls in at least letting me know, and now I'm glad that I didn't misread you THAT much.

Yes, I'm disappointed, and angry. I'm pissed you blew me off while you were making up your mind, and I'm pissed you let me wait a month and a half on you. I couldn't really afford to wait, but I did, because I really liked you.

I do appreciate your letting me know, though. I'm not happy, but I do understand. After all, I was certain of my decision to sell my house until I… wasn't anymore. My realtor was pissed, and I could only compensate her for her costs, not her time — but you know what? We had dinner last week, and she was awesome, and we might even be friends out of it. And staying in my house was totally the right decision for me. So I guess I did something damn similar. She let me off the hook, it's only fair I do the same for you.

I'm not angry about you changing your mind. You have to do what's right for you. I get that, and I hope it's all you hope it to be.

Good luck, and thanks again,
-sherri


It's my own damn fault for not getting earnest money Day 1. Mistake I damn well won't make again.

Friday night's all right

Even the dog.

So amazing. Read this entry, then read the most recent postings. Such a sad story for one family, and so amazingly happy for the other. The CNN story is here.

I took surface streets home and apparently it was a good call. H was returning from an emergency computer repair at the mall (well, the Apple Store) and got snagged in some nasty traffic, so, yay me... good call for once. Anyway, stopped off at a Salvation Army on the way, found a bunch of good stuff at half off, including some books I'm really happy about.

While I was at the Salvation Army it was pouring some much needed rain (my plants should be happy), which conveniently stopped as I left the store. All in all, including the thrifting, I got home in an hour and ten minutes. Considering the hour and a half on the connector last Friday, I was pleased.

So I'm enjoying one of my new 99 cent books, listening to the rain and having a glass of wine. A nice evening.

Good night, y'all.

Sherri and the Bee

Did you watch the Bee last night?

Oh my gosh, it was awesome. However, I had a bit of a devastating setback. I was on the edge of my seat, totally enthralled, when it… ended. As in, just stopped.

Yes, again, the perils of watching something on delay on the DVR: it ran over. So I missed the end.

/cue Florida Evans/ Damn! Damn! Damn!

Had to go online to see who won. Which is not exactly the same as watching it happen.

I am so dumb.

But yay for the winner, and the all-girl top 3.

Awesome.