Monday, September 26, 2005

I hate September.

That's when they screw with my late-night TV shows. My back to back weeknight eps of Roseanne at 12:00? Gone. And now my Sunday night Buffy at 12:00 is gone. It's been replaced by Alias. It appears to be the first ep. Maybe this would be a good time to give it a shot. Or maybe get some sleep for a change. But if Buffy is still on the channel that starts at 12:05, that's where I'll be.

Nope. It's now ST Enterprise.

Now what am I supposed to do?

They've even taken away my weekday 2:00 pm buffy.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

I am the world champion

at bruxism.

I grind my teeth in my sleep. I even catch myself clenching them during the day. When I was a teenager I got a night-guard to protect my teetch. I had it for 6 years before I lost it. By then, I didn't seem to need it anymore.

After Michael died I went to the dentist to get a new one ($300.00!) because I knew I was doing it again. A lot. In the 5 months that I've had it, and with all that's happened, I've made cracks over an inch long on both sides of it, running back to front. Some of one end is chipped away.

I just went back for my regular cleaning and they had told me to bring it with me so they could clean it. The hygenist saw what I'd done to it and showed it to the dentist. The hygenist said that in 23 years she's never seen anyone do that to a night-guard. I'm so proud. They're making me new one, at no charge.

Nah, I'm not too stressed.

Friday, September 16, 2005

Stolen from Callie

The One True Slayer

94 Bites of Slayage

Damn. Not only have you died twice doing what you do, but no one understands your burden and you find yourself disturbingly attracted to vampires. You are the ultimate repository of what it takes to be the Slayer, and no one can tell you otherwise. If you don't own all seven seasons on DVD, it's cause they haven't been released in your country yet. I am in total awe of you, and maybe just the tiniest bit creeped out.

My test tracked 1 variable

How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 97% on bites

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Someone posted these lyrics on another board I go to:

Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off

She said I'm going out with my girlfriends
Margaritas at the Holiday Inn
Oh only thought
was tequila makes her clothes fall off

I told her put on an extra layer
I know what happens when she drinks patron
her closets missing half the things she bought
tequila makes her clothes fall off

She'll start by kicking off her shoes
loose an earring in her drink
leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
drop a contact down the sink

Them pantyhose ain't gonna last too long
if the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
she might come home in a tablecloth
tequila makes her clothes fall off


She can handle any champagne brunch
Bridal Shower with Bacardi punch
Jell-O Shooters full of Smirnoff...
but tequila makes her clothes fall off


She don't mean nothing
She's just having fun
tomorrow She'll say
Oh what have I done
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
Cause tequila makes her clothes fall off

It reminds me of my Ally-Bally. :D Whenever we used to get to work, we'd have to check and make sure all her clothes were on and fastened. And she's a lot of fun when we go to the bar. :D I emailed it to her. She took no offense. :D

Thursday, September 8, 2005

Now I'm very sad. :(

My wine is bad. When I first got it I noticed that the back of the label looked as if wine had spilled on it. But the cork and seal looked secure. So I just put it in the fridge and waited.
Now I've uncorked it and poured it. The color is wrong. It's cloudy. It smells icky. It tastes icky.


Yay :)

I'm not a big fan of wine. But there's a wine that I got when we went on the big vaca to the Vineyard (yes, there's actually a vineyard on Martha's Vineyard). It's a sweet, fruity wine, called Cranberry Satin. I liked it. I've been wanting it. But I did not go to the Vineyard this year, and I don't know when I will be able to go. Too many memories. :( Anyhoo, they don't ship their wine, but there are vendors on the mainland here who carry it. I did all the research I could on-line, and the places closest to me do sell Chicama Vineyard wines, but not this particular flavor. But I found one that sells it on-line! The shipping cost as much as the wine, so I feel kind of silly. But I'm rationalizing it:

  1. Round trip tickets on the ferry to go get it myself would have cost more than the shipping
  2. I could have attempted to drive to a vendor that carries it, but with my nerves and with the price of gas these days, I wouldn't really be saving anything there, either
  3. I've been in dire need of shipping boxes, packing peanuts and bubble wrap. Now I've got some of all 3 for free! Good enough for me!

I can't have any wine now because my boy will be home soon and who knows if we'll need to drive somewhere this afternoon. But I'm going to have a glass tonight! Mmmmmmmmm.

Tuesday, September 6, 2005

I'm wondering...

Does it mean there's something not quite right with me that I actually feel a bit put out when my cat sleeps on the couch instead of with me?

Did I do something to make him mad?