Apparently I will be leaving at some unGodly hour in the morning to go to Maryland for the weekend. If I can swing it at all, I'll line up some posts so you won't even know I'm gone.
Today was seven hours of running around all over town and I'm beat. Clearly, I'm not done with the whole healing of the ruptured disk thing because I wanted to shove a fork through my right side after walking so much - which, ironically, wasn't much at all.
Oh, and I ate Mississippi catfish for the first time today.
With a side of deep fried pickles.
That sounds horrid, doesn't it?
it really wasn't bad...
I had to get the fork somehow though, right?
I've come to the conclusion that I'm a real asshole when it comes to just giving in. I can't do it. I don't know WHY, but I can't. Three times I should have just said, "Fuck this, I'm not walking over there" and refused to get out of the car.
That must be some character flaw.
I never really think there's anything I can't do (just things I won't do) - even if I say I can't (which I rarely say, because again - stubborn and see first part of this long ass sentence).
So, of course - I'll be paying later for being a dumbass today.
You would think that being my age, I'd own at least ONE pair of shoes that weren't heels, right? Wrong. So, yeah, that was fun too.
I can't even think about a seven hour drive either or my mind will explode and I will pack cutlery. I know me. I'm not above that to prove a point.
Grant is out cutting the lawn. I got an amusing little speech about how cutting the lawn is important for the social...something or other... basically, he likes the social aspect of fitting in with the neighborhood.
I guess so people don't look at the house like it's a foreclosed abandoned lot or something... and we're just squatters... never mind that practically everyone on the two streets I intersect all know me...
It was akin to the, "Keeping up with the Joneses" speech. I just stood there and smiled. I figure it's a matter of time before he finally realizes that I *am* the "Joneses".
as if he'd hear me anyway...
I don't keep up with anyone.
Everyone else can keep up with me.
Or not.
I really don't care.
It's your house, your lawn - do whatever the hell you want with it. More power to you! I don't care what you do, I don't expect you to care what I do. Though, I promise to not turn old cars into lawn furniture. That's the deal.
FYI: I want credit for not making ANY cracks at Lowe's while picking up another gas can for the lawn mower. Saying things along the lines of, "You know, I can take care of that pesky dandelion problem with that and a pack of matches" and, "I don't understand why you have such a problem with me cementing the whole thing and painting it green" was always 2 seconds away from coming out of my mouth...
He's a good guy though. He's out there mowing away - because he cares more than I do. He totally ignored my, "The world will not stop revolving if it has to wait until Tuesday" comments.
I'm sure he didn't even hear me... but I heard me and I find me funny most of the time even if he doesn't... so, all was not entirely lost...
The kitten is still alive.
Cute as a button and ready to take her first road trip.
If I'm laying down on the couch, she HAS to be all squashed up under my face to sleep. I'm unsure as of yet whether she really, really likes me - or is trying to suffocate me.
Jury is still out.
She's currently rolled up in a ball on my lap purring away like a motorboat.
And for the record: No matter what anyone says, including Grant - this cat WILL be trained. I've never in my life had an animal that wasn't trained. Trained the last cat, this won't be any different.
I like her - and I'd like to KEEP IT THAT WAY.
So, she has no choice but to be trained.
When I saw the title of your post I thought, oh no! She's going to the doctor! Has something gotten worse? But ha, you east coasters are just off to go even further east.
ReplyDeleteI have darling flats, but they have absolutely no cushioning. I have learned that going on any sort of long walking venture should involve the most comfortable shoes I have, which are ....... virtually none. I have some cushioned tennis shoes, but by God it better be cold out if I'm going to wear those things. Haven't worn them in YEARS. I also have bunches of pumps but they're not meant for long bouts of walking either, no matter how good they look. If they look great, they're going to kill your feet and back for any extended wearing sessions.
Fried pickles - yuck. Pickles in general, good.
I don't like yard work, but I like directing what should be done. Luckily my hubbie is a saint. He NEVER says "Why don't you do it? or Why don't you help?" The last bit of significant help I gave involved the spinny fan ordeal and all I had to do was stand on the bed and hold the fixture while he finagled with tools.
You DO know that some cats don't like road trips? And you have to have a carrier for safety sake. There might be lots of mewling, but thank God it won't be as bad as a full grown cat in distress in a traveling vehicle. I had one cat that ALWAYS projectile vomited for the freakin 2 mile drive to and from the vet. And I drove slow and took turns carefully. Nope, still puked.
Here's wishing you a cat puking free weekend and stop harassing Grant about the lawn. As my husband says "You're not doing it so why do you care? aka shut up (in his head, I know it!).
The title was for the sake of not letting the link name spill over the line by not being too long.../laughs
ReplyDeleteThank you for caring though, that was very nice.
I'm in NY, so I can't get any further east - we're just going south for a few days (absolutely no pun intended).
Your comment about "you're not doing it, so why do you care?" made me laugh. You're preaching to the choir again.
We were at Lowe's and I didn't want to walk with Grant down the gas can aisle, so I sat on one of the rider mowers.
He came over and did his bit of hitting on me and then said, "Hey, can we buy one of these?"
"Sure"
"Good... Wait, you're suppose to be the voice of reason here"
"Let me put it this way, I'm NEVER going to mow the lawn. If that makes your life easier when you do it - get it"
No issue.
[And the cat will just have to deal.
She's going to Maryland.]
Love this post. I think the lawn thing is a guy thing (generally). Women have outfits and shoes that declare their status... men have lawncare as a symobl of your abilities. Well manicured and green - you rock, if not then you rock not so much.
ReplyDeleteI thought the same thing when I saw MD (yikes).
oh for the record I thought deep fried pickles would be odd but I was pleasantly suprised too. Light buttermilk batter around adill pickle - plunk in the hot oil and yummy.
I am guessing you went to sticky lips ? their cheesy chirizo grits are off the hook.
enjoy the trip and if teeny gets upset look for Nature's remedy at the holistic store or petsmart.
Fried pickles? That would be new! The catfish sounds good, too. And there is nothing sexier than a guy mowing your lawn. Except maybe raking it in the fall with leaves blowing around him a big smile while you watch from the porch with a cup of coffee, contented.
ReplyDeleteI am really enjoying your blog these days.
the mine and mind thing is starting to bug me... put it back to the original. Please!
ReplyDeleteYep - Sticky Lips.../laughs
ReplyDeleteWent there again yesterday too.
This time I had their spinach and artichoke dip with the fried chips.
Was excellent.