I found this today while surfing for some information on the 'net....and it brought back a conversation (or series of conversations) I have had with Zen about what I consider one of those horrible habits I have. As in 'open mouth, insert foot' type of bad habit. So, Zen, I guess I can blame it on the stars. If you're curious about what your bad habit is - visit this site.
Brutally Honest Sagittarius
Archers have a bad habit of telling the truth. And while these folks have the best intentions, that doesn't take the sting out of comments like, "Gee, those pants make you look fat!" or "Were you drunk when you wrote this report?" The best way for Archers to cultivate tact is through prodigious study. Etiquette books will definitely help.
Monday, March 28, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
In honor of Easter
Which happy bunny are you? I have always felt an affinity for this bunny - - and now that I have taken the test, I know why!
you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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As they say, 'Cute, but Psycho...it all evens out'.
you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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As they say, 'Cute, but Psycho...it all evens out'.
Friday, March 25, 2005
Armageddon is upon us
http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.gsp?product_id=2226075
The Peep Maker
I need one. They are, unfortunately, out of stock at WalMart. Alas, I shall have to don my bunny ears and fuzzy bunny cotton-tail and celebrate Easter in a half-hearted manner.
The Peep Maker
I need one. They are, unfortunately, out of stock at WalMart. Alas, I shall have to don my bunny ears and fuzzy bunny cotton-tail and celebrate Easter in a half-hearted manner.
Oh, man....I think I may need some help here.....
Zen took the test - which made me wonder how I would stack up against my friends. Though it gives me the shivers...I took it anway.
Yeeeoooouuuuch. I didn't know I was this bad. *sigh*
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
Yeeeoooouuuuch. I didn't know I was this bad. *sigh*
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Second Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Very High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Very High |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | High |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | Moderate |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Very High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test
What is it with me and Friday Nights?
Give ya one guess what I am at home doing tonight.
You got it. Laundry. Geeeez....you'd think I do nothing but change clothes fifteen times a day. I truly don't...but I haven't been motivated to do it during the week. (Not to mention that I have been passing time with a certain individual of the opposite gender, out and about in Dallas. Darn social life - it's interfering with my domestic goddess status.)
Well, last night was fun - dinner with Blue Vertigo at Prego's on Greenville..then a quick trip over to The Barley House off of Henderson, to listen to a band and meet up with Liz, finally. Liz is totally awesome and hilarious - and hanging out with her and her friends was fun. I was just sorry I couldn't stay longer. It's just that 8:00am rolls around soooo soon for me.
Well, I shall continue my assault on Mt. Laundry. Zen's hanging out here at Villa d'Freeman this weekend, due to an educational engagement - and I am sure he doesn't want to have to slog through the jungle of clothing and the like that is currently covering everything here.
Oh - here's a shot from last night.....finally got my eyebrows done. Good gosh, they needed it!
Socially inept...but somewhat cute at times....welcome to my world.
You got it. Laundry. Geeeez....you'd think I do nothing but change clothes fifteen times a day. I truly don't...but I haven't been motivated to do it during the week. (Not to mention that I have been passing time with a certain individual of the opposite gender, out and about in Dallas. Darn social life - it's interfering with my domestic goddess status.)
Well, last night was fun - dinner with Blue Vertigo at Prego's on Greenville..then a quick trip over to The Barley House off of Henderson, to listen to a band and meet up with Liz, finally. Liz is totally awesome and hilarious - and hanging out with her and her friends was fun. I was just sorry I couldn't stay longer. It's just that 8:00am rolls around soooo soon for me.
Well, I shall continue my assault on Mt. Laundry. Zen's hanging out here at Villa d'Freeman this weekend, due to an educational engagement - and I am sure he doesn't want to have to slog through the jungle of clothing and the like that is currently covering everything here.
Oh - here's a shot from last night.....finally got my eyebrows done. Good gosh, they needed it!
Socially inept...but somewhat cute at times....welcome to my world.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
My Little Piece of Real Estate out in the WWW
I finally did it. I gave into the commercialism. No more Blogger for me (well, in the future).
I finally own my own little piece of the webworld:
unfortunateserendipity.com
Watch for great things. Um, or at least mortifying stories about my exploits.
I finally own my own little piece of the webworld:
unfortunateserendipity.com
Watch for great things. Um, or at least mortifying stories about my exploits.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
a GREAT Date.....What's That?
Believe it or not, Unfortunate Serendipity here actually went out on a 'date'. Yes, a D-A-T-E.
And, it was honestly the best date I have been on since moving to the DFW area. If he's actually reading this - I am going to be mortified. But, you know what? I don't think I care.
I kinda like this feeling of infatuation. Especially since I have a deep-seated terror of my heart being broken by a careless boy...and over the last year or so I have had to try to repress feelings and emotions when it came to members of the opposite gender.
So, I announce to the world....
When my phone rings - and it's him....I grin a little.
And, it was honestly the best date I have been on since moving to the DFW area. If he's actually reading this - I am going to be mortified. But, you know what? I don't think I care.
I kinda like this feeling of infatuation. Especially since I have a deep-seated terror of my heart being broken by a careless boy...and over the last year or so I have had to try to repress feelings and emotions when it came to members of the opposite gender.
So, I announce to the world....
When my phone rings - and it's him....I grin a little.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Friday Nights at My Place....
Yes, I am fully aware of the fact that it is shortly after 10:00pm on Friday night, and I am at home.
While all of my friends while away their evening at various locales in the area....I am curled up on my couch, determined to watch 'Vanity Fair' and finish cleaning the house.
Why the incessant housecleaning lately? Well, once again, I am getting a visit from (one of the) parental units. Dad should be here in an hour or so...which means I will have the couch again tonight. Part of me is seriously considering shelling out the money for a nice airbed....with all the parental visits I have been getting lately.....I have decided the couch just doesn't cut it for me. When it rains it pours.
Don't get me wrong....I am thrilled...I have so missed getting to see my mom and dad....and making a quick trip home is not as easy as it was once upon a time (when I lived less than an hour from the 'rents).
As for the automatic pee dispenser hereafter referred to as "Topher"....well, he's settling in quite nicely. We're still working on housetraining. Well...I am working on it...he's oblivous....still. I am soliciting sponsorships from Woolite and Resolve...for all the money I am spending on carpet cleaning supplies....they should be ready and willing to part with some money (or at least a few bottles of cleaner).
While all of my friends while away their evening at various locales in the area....I am curled up on my couch, determined to watch 'Vanity Fair' and finish cleaning the house.
Why the incessant housecleaning lately? Well, once again, I am getting a visit from (one of the) parental units. Dad should be here in an hour or so...which means I will have the couch again tonight. Part of me is seriously considering shelling out the money for a nice airbed....with all the parental visits I have been getting lately.....I have decided the couch just doesn't cut it for me. When it rains it pours.
Don't get me wrong....I am thrilled...I have so missed getting to see my mom and dad....and making a quick trip home is not as easy as it was once upon a time (when I lived less than an hour from the 'rents).
As for the automatic pee dispenser hereafter referred to as "Topher"....well, he's settling in quite nicely. We're still working on housetraining. Well...I am working on it...he's oblivous....still. I am soliciting sponsorships from Woolite and Resolve...for all the money I am spending on carpet cleaning supplies....they should be ready and willing to part with some money (or at least a few bottles of cleaner).
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Case in point...the weather is not good for the hair.....
this is what happens when I get out in the wind
Bada Bing!
Lookie here. A post NOT about puppies.
Wow .... this weather sure has some manisfestations of multiple personality disorder....
"I'm gonna be warm...and lure Jeri into wearing a skirt to work!"
Then.......a couple of hours later....
"I'm gonna spit drizzle all over Jeri and cause her to freeze her gams off..that'll show her....she'll never wear a skirt again!"
Yeah...Mother Nature...here's to you. You can kiss my stubble-covered legs. They're all your fault. Thank you very much.
Wow .... this weather sure has some manisfestations of multiple personality disorder....
"I'm gonna be warm...and lure Jeri into wearing a skirt to work!"
Then.......a couple of hours later....
"I'm gonna spit drizzle all over Jeri and cause her to freeze her gams off..that'll show her....she'll never wear a skirt again!"
Yeah...Mother Nature...here's to you. You can kiss my stubble-covered legs. They're all your fault. Thank you very much.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Say Hello to My Little Friend.....
Here she is....Godiva...or 'Diva' for short. (and that's Diva...with a long 'i', people).
Jill Stewart from Stewart Labs in San Angelo, Texas sent me this picture of my new 'child'. In her email she writes,
"She has the best "puppy eyes". They are still blue so I am pretty certain she will have the really light butterscotch eyes like her momma."
Diva does have some pretty blue eyes....hopefully they'll still be that shade when I get her. And I love gorgeous dark chocolate labs with those eyes the color of honey. And, hopefully she'll be better behaved than her dachshund 'brother'...who is giving me fits right now. I know that dachshunds are notoriously hard to train...but he's taking it to extremes.
Right now...Topher thinks his name is 'NO!'
Friday, March 11, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Ok....so he's got the cute puppy face. But, ladies and gentleman...I present to you....the peeing machine.
I swear, tonight alone, he has had an output of close to a gallon. I swear. I'm not letting him near the water bowl any longer tonight. He's doing it to spite me.
My buddy Zen is over tonight and I was hoping to show off the cute, precious puppy in all his cute, puppy-ish glory. All Zen has gotten is a performance of the automatic canine pee dispenser.
All this can be yours for three easy payments of $19.95.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Topher's rear end.....hrmmm....yeah, he's definitely my dog.
Isn't he adorable? He looks so innocent and cute. Yeah.
DON'T LET THE 'SWEET PUPPY LOOK' DECEIVE YOU!!!!
Less than an hour later, he was a little fireball, jumping all over the place and chewing on anything he could catch in his little needle teeth.
Can anyone remind me why I wanted a puppy?
I am exhausted. Exhausted.....in the 'I can hardly move, there are massive bags under my eyes, I have a pounding headache' way.
Whatever could have caused this? Try a teeny-tiny, two pound fur-covered bundle of energy.
Mom and Dad came through yesterday, bringing Topher to me. Topher, of course, is a seven-week-old miniature dachshund puppy. Or, I that's what I have been told. I personally think he's a demon-infested dervish of the highest order. Cute as a button....but cute doesn't help ya sleep at night. Especially not him.
Mom and Dad had my room...and my comfy bed. So that left me with the living room couch. I don't care what Zen says....I do not enjoy sleeping on the couch. Part of it might have been the puppy - which chose to use me as a jungle-gym and chew-toy. Between midnight and 5:45am....I probably got a cumulative total of FIFTEEN minutes of sleep. FIFTEEN. He played...he cried...he wanted down...he wanted up. We went outside to do his business....he drank water...and we went outside AGAIN...and AGAIN to do his business. He gnawed on my fingers....tugged on my hair....bit my ears and scratched my neck. (Wow...in any other context..that would have sounded like a good date. J/K)
Anyway....5:45 this morning, I marched into my bedroom, walked across to the bed, and dropped that two-pound canine right between my parents, who were sound asleep.
You know what that dog did? He conked out, right then and there...up against my mom. "Hmmm..." I'm thinking, "Could it be because he's played all freakin' night?!?!?!?!"
That's it...when I get home....he and I are gonna spend two hours playing outside. I am gonna run that flop-eared thing ragged.
WOW....aren't ya'll all glad I am not a mother?
Whatever could have caused this? Try a teeny-tiny, two pound fur-covered bundle of energy.
Mom and Dad came through yesterday, bringing Topher to me. Topher, of course, is a seven-week-old miniature dachshund puppy. Or, I that's what I have been told. I personally think he's a demon-infested dervish of the highest order. Cute as a button....but cute doesn't help ya sleep at night. Especially not him.
Mom and Dad had my room...and my comfy bed. So that left me with the living room couch. I don't care what Zen says....I do not enjoy sleeping on the couch. Part of it might have been the puppy - which chose to use me as a jungle-gym and chew-toy. Between midnight and 5:45am....I probably got a cumulative total of FIFTEEN minutes of sleep. FIFTEEN. He played...he cried...he wanted down...he wanted up. We went outside to do his business....he drank water...and we went outside AGAIN...and AGAIN to do his business. He gnawed on my fingers....tugged on my hair....bit my ears and scratched my neck. (Wow...in any other context..that would have sounded like a good date. J/K)
Anyway....5:45 this morning, I marched into my bedroom, walked across to the bed, and dropped that two-pound canine right between my parents, who were sound asleep.
You know what that dog did? He conked out, right then and there...up against my mom. "Hmmm..." I'm thinking, "Could it be because he's played all freakin' night?!?!?!?!"
That's it...when I get home....he and I are gonna spend two hours playing outside. I am gonna run that flop-eared thing ragged.
WOW....aren't ya'll all glad I am not a mother?
Monday, March 07, 2005
In fear for their lives....
The dust bunnies underneath my bed have requested political asylum.
Since I am the despot who rules this little country known as XXXX N. Belt Line Rd....I am giving them the impression that I am, indeed, giving consideration to their plea.
In reality....I just realized that I don't have a vacuum cleaner any longer. The little buggers are safe for at least one more day, because I don't feel like going to buy one. And the vacuum cleaner I inherited from The Wired Monkey was borrowed by someone else...and I think it's gonna stay there.
/wants a Dyson
//doesn't want to pay for it
///realizes she's out of luck
Since I am the despot who rules this little country known as XXXX N. Belt Line Rd....I am giving them the impression that I am, indeed, giving consideration to their plea.
In reality....I just realized that I don't have a vacuum cleaner any longer. The little buggers are safe for at least one more day, because I don't feel like going to buy one. And the vacuum cleaner I inherited from The Wired Monkey was borrowed by someone else...and I think it's gonna stay there.
/wants a Dyson
//doesn't want to pay for it
///realizes she's out of luck
Visitors
Mom and Dad are coming to see me!
Ok...they're not coming to see ME....they're passing through on the way to a funeral. BUT, still....it will be the first time they both have come to DFW together since I moved here.
AND, they're bringing my little puppy. The mini-dachshund. Topher. I just went and spent a fortune on crap for that little dog. He'd better be the best darn puppy, ever.
I am working from home right now - reconciling stuff from the office...and washing the sheets on the bed so that mom and dad can sleep here tonight.
Ok...they're not coming to see ME....they're passing through on the way to a funeral. BUT, still....it will be the first time they both have come to DFW together since I moved here.
AND, they're bringing my little puppy. The mini-dachshund. Topher. I just went and spent a fortune on crap for that little dog. He'd better be the best darn puppy, ever.
I am working from home right now - reconciling stuff from the office...and washing the sheets on the bed so that mom and dad can sleep here tonight.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Grocery Stores.....
I HATE grocery shopping on my own. It is a chore when I have to brave the aisles...the woman with four kids hanging off of the sides of the basket....the man who is oblivious to everything and walks into you no matter how many evasive actions you take to avoid him......
You know how it goes. Tonight was no exception. I have been feeling slightly lethargic all day long. Of course, none of it can be traced back to staying up way too late singing 'Johnson Grass Farm' and various and sundry other Elvis T. Busboy songs at the show last night. Nope. That has no bearing on it....or at least none that I will admit.
The show was fun. It was a great show down in Deep Ellum Blues. Good friends.....Zen, the Wired Monkey, TM, and one half of 'Wooke' (great name for them, Wired Monkey!) all gathered to relax and enjoy one another's company. I love my friends. All of them. And their quirks. Heaven knows...they put up with mine.
Today was fun, too....in a very slow way....Brunch at Ozona with Zen and Her Royal Fabulousness , except I kept zoning out. I am sure Her Royal Fabulousness thought I was taking valium or some other narcotic..Zen already knew I was useless today. I was just tired, had gotten some bad news the night before and was thinking of things I needed to get done when I got back home.....so, my apologies to those two. They deserved more of my attention.
Anyway...I was supposed to go up to Addison for sushi tonight..but my tummy gave me a stern lecture this afternoon. I am not much on fish...cooked or otherwise....and I want to make sure my first true sushi experience (I don't count trying it back in 1993 in D.C.) is a good one.
So, I took some medicine and tried to sleep it off. That did not work. I went to the fridge and opened it and faced that scene right out of 'Ghostbusters'.....remember that one? Sigourney Weaver's character opens her fridge and is confronted with a demon calling 'Zuul'. You can now find that fridge in Irving, Texas. Drop me a line and I will give you directions. With your paid admission you can also listen while I run my dishwasher...it has delusions of grandeur and thinks it is a space rocket.
I decided to finish clearing out the fridge. It looked a little sad..and bare. So, off to Kroger for me. Along with the basics (diet coke being a necessity)...I decided I was going to go 'lazy' for the next couple of weeks. I stocked up on pre-packaged dinners. Fifteen Lean Cuisines and Healthy Choice meals later I was out of there. (yippee! I got a free 12-pack of Yoplait yogurt. Wait. I don't eat yogurt. I can't stand the stuff. I am willing to donate it to a needy friend - - holler if you want it.)
You know how it goes. Tonight was no exception. I have been feeling slightly lethargic all day long. Of course, none of it can be traced back to staying up way too late singing 'Johnson Grass Farm' and various and sundry other Elvis T. Busboy songs at the show last night. Nope. That has no bearing on it....or at least none that I will admit.
The show was fun. It was a great show down in Deep Ellum Blues. Good friends.....Zen, the Wired Monkey, TM, and one half of 'Wooke' (great name for them, Wired Monkey!) all gathered to relax and enjoy one another's company. I love my friends. All of them. And their quirks. Heaven knows...they put up with mine.
Today was fun, too....in a very slow way....Brunch at Ozona with Zen and Her Royal Fabulousness , except I kept zoning out. I am sure Her Royal Fabulousness thought I was taking valium or some other narcotic..Zen already knew I was useless today. I was just tired, had gotten some bad news the night before and was thinking of things I needed to get done when I got back home.....so, my apologies to those two. They deserved more of my attention.
Anyway...I was supposed to go up to Addison for sushi tonight..but my tummy gave me a stern lecture this afternoon. I am not much on fish...cooked or otherwise....and I want to make sure my first true sushi experience (I don't count trying it back in 1993 in D.C.) is a good one.
So, I took some medicine and tried to sleep it off. That did not work. I went to the fridge and opened it and faced that scene right out of 'Ghostbusters'.....remember that one? Sigourney Weaver's character opens her fridge and is confronted with a demon calling 'Zuul'. You can now find that fridge in Irving, Texas. Drop me a line and I will give you directions. With your paid admission you can also listen while I run my dishwasher...it has delusions of grandeur and thinks it is a space rocket.
I decided to finish clearing out the fridge. It looked a little sad..and bare. So, off to Kroger for me. Along with the basics (diet coke being a necessity)...I decided I was going to go 'lazy' for the next couple of weeks. I stocked up on pre-packaged dinners. Fifteen Lean Cuisines and Healthy Choice meals later I was out of there. (yippee! I got a free 12-pack of Yoplait yogurt. Wait. I don't eat yogurt. I can't stand the stuff. I am willing to donate it to a needy friend - - holler if you want it.)
It's been a whole week.....
and I am sorry I haven't posted. Working, live music...and the promise that my sis was coming to visit all conspired against me and kept me from blogging.
Well, the sis bailed. She's busy moving her business from one location to another. So, I was left with the other two -- working and live music. I have had plenty of them for the week!
Well, the sis bailed. She's busy moving her business from one location to another. So, I was left with the other two -- working and live music. I have had plenty of them for the week!