Misc.

My eyes are better. Currently listening to Video Killed the Radio Star. I like doing the "oh-ohoh" parts. And bobbing my head from side to side. Week of excitement! Last night four hour board meeting. Not so awesome. Wed night dinner with German class friends, followed by drinks with friends in from Denver. Thursday a certain Canadian arrives in Chicago for some shenanigans. We'll be having some beers with Shannon and TheMarty. Friday MenD and I head off to parts unknown to spend some quality time with some other people we know. Sunday we'll head back to Chicago, and he'll head back to the North. I think. Who knows, that dude's always traveling. Ohh, and now on to "Rock the Casbah" (probably spelled it wrong, really don't care) At least it's an interesting radio day!

Various ramblings

Ever have one of those weekends where you are glad to get back to work? Yep, that was my weekend. Well, mostly my Sunday. My routines make me calm. Remind me that the world doesn't stop, even when you think it does. There's something wrong with my eyes. Both of them. I was around a cat yesterday, and four smokers in a smallish space. Truth be told my right eye swelled up. Badly. Went to my parents' house right after cat/smoke house, and freaked the hell out of both parents. It took a few minutes to convince them that no, I hadn't been in a fist fight. I had to tell VonMom at least twice to not get upset. She kept staring at my eye. After a couple of doses of Benadryl, they got better. However. (isn't there always a however?) they started itching and burning and swelling again last night. Pretty sure it's not pink eye - I've had that enough times in my life to know. Not sure what it is. Hope it goes away! I'm pretty sure the peach I'm eating right now is not ripe. Can an unripened peach kill me? Why oh why did they tell me to eat more fruit? Oh, and I'm slicing it with a knife. I'm afraid my teeth will break or something if I bite into it. Yes, I'm a little odd. Couple of people on my blog roll aren't posting again. C'mon, people, get on the ball. You act like it's hard to do or something. I know, you can write a haiku.

Who says I can't write a haiku?

1 Someone said I can't I say, someone, was not trying See someone, I did 2 A haiku, for you Today is Tuesday I see Tuesday, indeed be 3 Computer screen lit Before me, so mocking, evil Cannot ignore you your turn...... :)

Monday bleh

Well, today certainly is a Monday. I think I'm coming down with a cold or sinus thing. Work is crazy busy, but leaning more towards the crazy. Saturday I went to StepSis's house, her family lives in Round Lake Beach. They have a kick ass deck and pool, so it was pool/bbq fun time. Except for the fact that both my StepBro and StepBroInLaw were wearing WAAAAY too much cologne/body spray/whatever it was. Way way way too much. I ended up with a massive sinus headache that no amount of Tylenol could cure. That part of it sucked. Oh, turns out I suck at Rock Band. Huh. I told my 16 year old nephew that when I was his age we sat around and played real and actual instruments. I got a blank stare. I don't think he was impressed. I'm a little cranky and annoyed today. Can you tell?

Last night

My lovely sitting outside looking at pictures of friend's trip to Europe was brought to me by:

Um, can you say YUM?

I love Allagash, it's delicious.

I also love sitting outside at a bar, having a few drinks, good naturedly swatting away bugs. There's nothing quite like Chicago in the summertime.

WILD life

Y'all recall the fairly recent "racoon incident", as I like to call it? Well, here's what happened last night: Pulling up to my house last night. A little tipsy, and on the phone with Shannon. Me: "I gotta go!! There's two skunks right in front of my house!" click These two baby skunks (awesome, there's a big fat momma skunk somewhere too) look at me, give me the finger, and RUN UNDER MY CAR. THAT I'M SITTING IN. I call VonSis "Halp!!!!! Halp!!!!" "What?" "There's two skunks under my car! Oh my God! Are you home!?!?!" "I'm looking out the window at you. I don't see them" "That's because they are under my car! Halp!" "Put your car in reverse." I do. One skunk runs out and across the street. He sits just across the street, grinning and glaring at me. The other skunk? MIA. Fuck "Halp!" "Only one came out. I see it! Come up the front stairs!" "No! Halp!!!" I decide to risk it, and try to jump out of my car. My backpack strap gets stuck on my emergency brake, and I can't get out of the car!! I'm shaking and bouncing around, totally looks like I'm having a seizure. VonSis is watching this all from the safety of her second story window. Angry punk skunk is still looking at me from just barely across the street. He gives me the finger again. I get the bag loose, fly out of the car, walk quickly to the front door. Going "Eek! Help!Eek! HALP!Eek! Bleh!" the whole time. Get in the house. Look out the window. And the evil brat skunk? Back in front of my house. What is up with the Chicago area wildlife!?!?!?

More throwing $$ away

I'm thinking about getting a cleaning lady. For reals. But, Von, you ask, don't you live in like 418 square feet? Why, yes, reader, I do. And thanks for paying attention these last couple of years. No, I'm not that lazy, as some might think. It's more of a time thing. This past weekend I cleaned and scrubbed and dusted and scrubbed the hell out of my bathroom. This took time. The bathroom is now immaculate. And then I ran out of time. The living room crapet (not a typo. I hate the carpeting so much, it's now the crapet) is in need of vacuuming. Or wacumming - direct quote from old room-mates very German father: "Wonnie! Und you must wacuum!! Dis whooooole room! Wonnie! Must wacuum!!!" Ahem. The living room crapet is in dire need of a good solid vacuuming. I.ran.out.of.time. No kidding. So. I'm thinking of throwing yet more $$ away and hiring someone else to clean my place. Not weekly or anything, it'll be more of a once a month deep clean, with me doing the weekly maintenance. I like a clean neat house. Of course, the German in me will need to be there, at least the first couple of times, to make sure things are done right. This, then, will save me no time at all. But it'll be done right. Hey, don't judge.