Too Much to Blog About

Gotta get it out. It pisses me off that I have a shitload of notes from the trip that I wanted to write about and haven't yet. I will. It will be just. like. this. too.

But let's get started.

To get the bitching out of the way before I get to the fun stuff, I hate spending all of my "free" time doing household chores. I'm sick of having to do dishes whenever I want to eat. We've bought paper plates, and should have gotten cups, too. But do you see me washing one of my 50-cent tumblers to have a glass of wine? Does it matter that there's more than one serving in the bottle? Do you think I'm going to put it back in the fridge? Yeah, didn't think so on all counts.

The moving company was contracted to deliver our shit on Monday. TMO didn't call today to schedule, meaning the shit still isn't here. Fuckers. I want my dishes. My toaster. My clothes. My big-ass comfy sweatpants. My swivel rocker with ottoman. My crock pot (which rhymes with gock!). I'll come back and add more. You betcha.

Here's more. My blender. My spice rack. The pots and pans for my pot rack. How gay is an empty pot rack?

Blog reading these days is just about every other day. One day I start at the top, the next at the bottom. I apologize for you middies.

I'm already sick of the mosquitos here. Fuckers. Bug and I found THE PERFECT duck pond today, complete with eagles (who weren't present at that moment) and peacocks (I didn't know they could fly - ever seen one fly? It's SOOOO COOL!). We didn't stay more than the time to throw in the leftover grilled cheese, biscuit and potato chips because of it.

Saw some assless chaps with assless chaps. I guess the Hell's Angels in town hang out in the WalMart parking lot. Don't these people know that leather pants (not leather assless chaps) can make any ass look good?

As mentioned in my new sidebar, the only wildlife I've seen in Alaska is a black bunny and a baby squirrel. (Add now ducks, geese and peacocks -- peacock rhymes with gock, too, you know!) I saw the black bunny in a drainage ditch several times, not having the camera with me. When I did have the camera, little fucker never made an appearance. Till yesterday. And I got him. Here he is for the collective ooooh's and aaaaaah's.

For Pope Fonz.

Med update. I'm not super bitch again... although mister mrtl would say I'm having my moments. What tone?

Now that Bug converses with us, I'm trying to get her to respond to "How are you?" with "I'm super! Thanks for asking!" just like Big Gay Al.

Is that all? It's pretty long as it is. Not by Wave of Modulation standards (and oh my what a picture you have up - I hope I get there tonight), but maybe by Amy standards. Right?

Updated Update:

I've decided to get bangs. With my high forehead and the new glasses (warning: very long post which only Kalki has already read/commented, for which she is getting a star on her DV graphic), surely I'd look great with bangs.

In case you were hanging on the edge of your seat for this, the Neilson shit came too late.

Reason #11 to read The Happy Heathen.

Comments

[Susie]

You will go down in history as the wino who killed Pooh and raised her precious daughter to imitate a South Park character. Nice. Real nice.

Is this a trick question: "How gay is an empty pot rack?"

What I'm trying to say, is, Aw, you poor dear, living virtually stuffless. No wonder you're mean and nasty, and saying fishy things to nice, young people.

[Bente]

You know I wasn't aware peacocks could fly. The bunny is cute and it totally sucks the movers haven't got your stuff there yet. I'll keep my fingers crossed for you and hope they get there soon.

[kalki]

I got a STAR, bitches!!! I GOT A STAR!!!

You rock, mrtl. And in case you haven't seen my blog yet today (wait, you're sleeping right now probably huh?), know that I am coming to Alaska to live with you. ASAP.

Going out of town again right now, but will post my NEW BADGE when I get back. The one with the star, the one that NO ONE else has! HA!

[MrsDoF]

I'm a bit confused about where you live now. Alaska? is it?
If so, I am going to tell my cousin in Fairbanks to visit here at your site.

It's been 22 years since we moved, but I was glad it was warm weather so we could get to know the neighbors. Here's hoping your stuff arrives soon and you and Pooh can take a breather from each other.

[mrtl]

Susie - I'm pouting now. You can no longer wear the "I'm Susie and I'm in charge of the warm fuzzies" name badge.

Bente - It was a sight to behold.

Kalki - Now, now. Such taunting is not becoming one with your [#1 Google term not to be snarked here - I learned my lesson with Robyn's sandwich shop vegetable and feel mighty guilty about that]. I'm intrigued! Are you coming up to be a Bug Nanny and teach her how to properly shop for shoes? I'll head over to read up really soon.

Howdy MrsDoF! We're in Anchorage. I hear the weather in Fairbanks is hostile.

[Von Krankipantzen]

Maybe if you hold the bunny hostage you will get your stuff back sooner. Just a thought.

[Susie]

Oh...if I had only seen that badge. How can I get it back . . . pie?

I sent someone to your site earlier today. Someone interested in vibrators, Jomama, formerly known as Rina Bee, antisocialcoder.blogspot.com

I want a badge that says I'm in charge of something warm and fuzzy! Now I'M pouting.

[MrsDoF]

One of my favorite things to do in the winter is visit the camera on top of the New-Miner building in Fairbanks.

http://www.arcticcam.com/cam.html

It shows the parking lot of the newspaper's building plus the one of restaurant across the way, and a street intersection.
There was awhile in March when the temperature was warmer up there than we had here on the Illinois prairie.
The Northern Lights were beautiful, even over the roofs of the buildings.

[mrtl]

Kranki - That bunny is quick. I do need the exercise, though.

Susie - Let me think about a suitable penance. I'll get back to you.

MrsDoF - I'll hold onto that link. I'm sure we'll get up that way at some point.

[mrtl]

Oh, and Jomama? If you're here, I couldn't tell you why Susie referred you to me for vibrators. Not that there's anything wrong with them; I just don't have any.

[Amy]

My poor poor Mrtl. This move is the gift that keeps on giving you shit to deal with.

Email me your address. I will mail you all my pot lids. They probably won't fit. But the thought will.

Hang in there!

[kalki]

Now I'm going to harass THIS post with my comments. Why not?

"...assless chaps with assless chaps" cracked me up. And I love Big Gay Al. If you can really teach Bug to say "I'm super! Thanks for asking!" you will be my hero even more than you already are. Also, you will look totally hot with bangs.

Really going now to post my STAR BADGE. Suck it, Susie. (Sorry, that really wasn't nice. I'll try harder not to taunt. Just don't cut me off from the badges and stars.)

[mrtl]

Amy - No use having pot lids without pot. Uh, pots.

Kalki - So far she says "pooper" and "assing."

Did you see Robyn's cowboy lamp? He's rocking the assless chaps. I've asked her to post a posterior view.

[Susie]

*sigh* I referred Jomama to you for RABBITS.

[mrtl]

Susie - I apologize for not making that leap.

Having been to a sex party, I should have known perfectly well what a rabbit is. lol