Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Monkeys
... because honestly, who doesn't love monkeys?
In a conversation with nicchus -- in which he told me this very strange and highly amusing story involving his mom, his counsins, and an unhealthy number of fish pillows -- I realized that the best way to document my adventures with Peace Corps (and this issue has been bothering me for a while now) is to do so through a monkey. nicchus declared that it's name should be TomTom -- and it shall -- and that photos and stories and maybe even postcards shall arrive detailing TomTom's adventures with me during my time with Peace Corps. You are all very lucky people, dear readers, that you can now anticipate the coming antics of TomTom the Monkey.
In other newish-type items: Taking the weekend off from the barn proved to be a much needed respite. I slept in both days, and on Saturday I achieved my goal of not leaving the house. Sunday morning I woke up and realized that I could, in fact, join friends at the movie that afternoon -- although I had known about the outing for ... weeks ... it didn't dawn on me until the DAY OF that I could actually go. Silly me. I wasn't even expected, and managed to surprise everyone there by showing up. Very good to see new friends and old. I haven't felt so relaxed in weeks. Mrs. Henderson Presents is a wonderfully hillarious movie, and dinner at Little Bangkok was lots of fun. Thanks, 100wordspermin for inviting me, even though I shouldn't have been there!
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Um. Yeah. Happy Valentines to all of you, dear readers, because I have the love life of a fence post and you're all I've got. Actually, the fence post probably gets more action than I do.
I'm off to see Annapolis with timba tonight. Maybe what's-his-hottie-name will be better as a badass Navy-boy than he was as a badass Dark Ages angst-filled British prince. Who cares? He's still hot. And eye-candy is calorie free. Yeah baby.
Ooooh! Speaking of Dark Ages Britian .... I can order my book now (now meaning as soon as I have money again). Boudica: Dreaming the Serpent Spear won't be available in the US until next year. Do I look like I have that kind of patience? Hell no. I'm re-reading the first three again, and I can't wait to see how she completes the story. Manda Scott's writing = love. And she's a vet and competitive Dressage Equestrian.
I'm also toying with ordering James Marsters album. I'm hesitant because I've never heard any of his stuff, so I have no idea what he sounds like. "Once More, With Feeling" doesn't count. But, I've read interviews in which he mentions people who influence him, and I like their sounds, so I'm tempted. I don't know if it's worth the 18 Pounds to import is from the UK, but I'm seriously thinking about it. If my frikkin internet on MY computer would stay on long enough for me to search -- just search -- on LimeWire it would make me happy.
For those of you who care: Jezebel is getting a fat little tummy from eating the dog food all day. AND she still demands her kitty-food every morning and evening. Little piggy.
Okay, I think the cleaning people are gone now, so I can now leave my hiding spot in mom's office. I hope everyone is enjoying the snow ... I had 3 flakes on my car this morning.
In a conversation with nicchus -- in which he told me this very strange and highly amusing story involving his mom, his counsins, and an unhealthy number of fish pillows -- I realized that the best way to document my adventures with Peace Corps (and this issue has been bothering me for a while now) is to do so through a monkey. nicchus declared that it's name should be TomTom -- and it shall -- and that photos and stories and maybe even postcards shall arrive detailing TomTom's adventures with me during my time with Peace Corps. You are all very lucky people, dear readers, that you can now anticipate the coming antics of TomTom the Monkey.
In other newish-type items: Taking the weekend off from the barn proved to be a much needed respite. I slept in both days, and on Saturday I achieved my goal of not leaving the house. Sunday morning I woke up and realized that I could, in fact, join friends at the movie that afternoon -- although I had known about the outing for ... weeks ... it didn't dawn on me until the DAY OF that I could actually go. Silly me. I wasn't even expected, and managed to surprise everyone there by showing up. Very good to see new friends and old. I haven't felt so relaxed in weeks. Mrs. Henderson Presents is a wonderfully hillarious movie, and dinner at Little Bangkok was lots of fun. Thanks, 100wordspermin for inviting me, even though I shouldn't have been there!
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Um. Yeah. Happy Valentines to all of you, dear readers, because I have the love life of a fence post and you're all I've got. Actually, the fence post probably gets more action than I do.
I'm off to see Annapolis with timba tonight. Maybe what's-his-hottie-name will be better as a badass Navy-boy than he was as a badass Dark Ages angst-filled British prince. Who cares? He's still hot. And eye-candy is calorie free. Yeah baby.
Ooooh! Speaking of Dark Ages Britian .... I can order my book now (now meaning as soon as I have money again). Boudica: Dreaming the Serpent Spear won't be available in the US until next year. Do I look like I have that kind of patience? Hell no. I'm re-reading the first three again, and I can't wait to see how she completes the story. Manda Scott's writing = love. And she's a vet and competitive Dressage Equestrian.
I'm also toying with ordering James Marsters album. I'm hesitant because I've never heard any of his stuff, so I have no idea what he sounds like. "Once More, With Feeling" doesn't count. But, I've read interviews in which he mentions people who influence him, and I like their sounds, so I'm tempted. I don't know if it's worth the 18 Pounds to import is from the UK, but I'm seriously thinking about it. If my frikkin internet on MY computer would stay on long enough for me to search -- just search -- on LimeWire it would make me happy.
For those of you who care: Jezebel is getting a fat little tummy from eating the dog food all day. AND she still demands her kitty-food every morning and evening. Little piggy.
Okay, I think the cleaning people are gone now, so I can now leave my hiding spot in mom's office. I hope everyone is enjoying the snow ... I had 3 flakes on my car this morning.