catch up
I have not been posting because I have been busy. So busy that those facebook macros that say, "People aren't really too busy, they're just making excuses," really piss me off.
Speak for yourself.
First things first, I had to get new front tires put on Big Blue Berta. I went to EvilMart, and Zor went with me. I was amused by an escaped cheeto near the photo department.
Then we went to an auto auction. Before we left the house, it hailed pea-sized. On the way there, it snowed.
It was a warm slooshy snow that melted almost as soon as it hit. I tried to take pictures as evidence, but well. You can maybe tell in the spatters that this isn't just rain. The weather guys said it was sleet. The weather guys were high. I saw hail, rain, snow, and more rain. Other people posted better snow pictures on facebook, but those are their photos.
There were surprisingly a lot of people at the auction in spite of the weather. Surprisingly few of those people actually bid on anything.
The auction place did not have bathrooms, only porta-potties. That may be it for my future as an auto auction attendee. My teeny bladder and I am not particularly fussy, but yuck. Let someone go who can stand up and pee.
Kind of a shame, because I love auctions. I love cars. Stupid porta-potties.
Anyway, I got to do a lot of people watching, and car snooping.
Mr Moth bought a van.
That's kind of an over-simplification. He picked the van he wanted and then did this weird psychout thing on everyone else who seemed to want it. Something like shooting death rays from his eyeballs. I pretended I didn't know him until it was over.
And here's the van. We are calling her Silver. Berta and I followed Silver and him home. Silver did not throw a rock and break one of Berta's headlights like what happened when we follwed him home after buying the Sonoma. More importantly, I survived driving home from Columbus even though I felt like crap, which I pretty much always do anyway.
Silver's inside does not have that brown tinge; that's a camera/lighting thing. It's gray, just like you'd expect it to be.
Silver used to be a prison van. She is a Caravan, two years newer than Berta who is a Grand Caravan, and better in a dozen details, like the storage drawer under the passenger seat, better quality speakers, a cd player instead of a tape deck. Silver has electric windows, electric mirrors, all her automatic door locks work, and she has no body damage. She does have a ding in the windshield.
We don't have a plan yet for what we'll do with the Sonoma. First we have to find time to take it to the car guy and find out why it's drizzling transmission fluid and what it would take to fix, whether it's worth it to us.
The auction and grocery shopping ate an entire weekend. I was simply exhausted and barely finished enough homework to scrape by.
Other activities included making soup with rutabagas. I wish I hadn't eaten it all, because it looks pretty good, even though it would have looked better, in my opinion, in a white bowl.
And buying a new vacuum.
This was at Meijer on a 2-Day sale, regularly $179, plus I had a 20% off M-Perks coupon. Except, even though I got there as soon as the sale started at 6 a.m., they didn't have any in stock, not even one. So they sold me the next one up for the same price. I didn't ask them to, they just offered to do that. Which I think was pretty swell of them, letting me take home a $200 vac for $102.
There is nothing particularly wrong with my old vacuum, a low-end Bissell, except that it doesn't reach under the sofa. (Yet it has a headlight that beautifully illuminates all the dog hair tribbles under there, blargh.) So this vac is supposed to let me clean under there without moving the heavy furniture, at least not every time. This will involve some disassembly which seems really complicated to me now, but which I'm sure will become easier as it becomes routine.
It's also very light, sucks so hard it actually pulls itself along, and did an amazing job on the short rugs in the kitchen which the other vacuum has never seemed to get truly clean. It pivots and everything like those outrageously priced Dysons with the balls.
My favorite thing about this vac so far is, it's so easy to empty. You take the dust cup off, and upend it over the trash can, and it's done. With the Bissell, it has a weird filter that's above the dust cup, and crud gets caught above it, and when you take that filter out, which I have to do every time I dump it, gravity does what gravity always does, and it makes a huge mess. And I generally have to empty it at least three times every time I run the vacuum.
When I say the mess is huge, I do mean HUGE. Like this.
Yuck. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong (I'm not wrong) but vacuums aren't supposed to make a mess--even if you have a husky mix that sheds like a husky mix twice a year.
And lastly I will say Oliver still doesn't like Artemis the Ckatten.
Oliver lost his first tooth when he was quite a young cat. Well, first he grew an extra fang, twice, which was quite creepy, but not all that unprecedented since he kinda sorta grew his testicles back, at least part way. The second time he grew the extra fang, it pushed his original fang out, and then the new fang fell out. It was all very no-fuss, which is why it's not too surprising that other teeth have departed since then. It hasn't affected his appetite or ability to eat at all, but I started giving him a little cat milk and gooshy fudz to supplement, and he does not want to share and tries to bury the leftovers. Here he stuffed a rag in the dish. He would rather have a dirty rag on his food than share.
But I have started giving Artemis her own dish of gooshy fudz and a miracle occurred.
Yes, I am letting cats eat on the kitchen table, and yes I agree it's gross (hence the cleaning rag) but if I want them to get any, I have to give them the food where Cobie can't reach it. And yes I also know the table desperately needs de-cluttered, and I promise to get to that right away...because I am not really too busy, I am just making excuses.
And now I must find food, eat it, and then commence my studying. Last week I swore I would stop letting homework eat my Sundays, but it's not looking good for that promise at this point because other stuff just keeps pushing homework back until there's no more room to push, which generally means no day of rest for me.
I'm sure the makers of not-really-profound facebook macros would say I shouldn't have written this blog post if I really didn't have enough time, but luckily for them, I don't have time to track them down and beat them to death with my Sanctimonious Turd Silencing Stick.
Speak for yourself.
First things first, I had to get new front tires put on Big Blue Berta. I went to EvilMart, and Zor went with me. I was amused by an escaped cheeto near the photo department.
Then we went to an auto auction. Before we left the house, it hailed pea-sized. On the way there, it snowed.
It was a warm slooshy snow that melted almost as soon as it hit. I tried to take pictures as evidence, but well. You can maybe tell in the spatters that this isn't just rain. The weather guys said it was sleet. The weather guys were high. I saw hail, rain, snow, and more rain. Other people posted better snow pictures on facebook, but those are their photos.
There were surprisingly a lot of people at the auction in spite of the weather. Surprisingly few of those people actually bid on anything.
The auction place did not have bathrooms, only porta-potties. That may be it for my future as an auto auction attendee. My teeny bladder and I am not particularly fussy, but yuck. Let someone go who can stand up and pee.
Kind of a shame, because I love auctions. I love cars. Stupid porta-potties.
Anyway, I got to do a lot of people watching, and car snooping.
Mr Moth bought a van.
That's kind of an over-simplification. He picked the van he wanted and then did this weird psychout thing on everyone else who seemed to want it. Something like shooting death rays from his eyeballs. I pretended I didn't know him until it was over.
And here's the van. We are calling her Silver. Berta and I followed Silver and him home. Silver did not throw a rock and break one of Berta's headlights like what happened when we follwed him home after buying the Sonoma. More importantly, I survived driving home from Columbus even though I felt like crap, which I pretty much always do anyway.
Silver's inside does not have that brown tinge; that's a camera/lighting thing. It's gray, just like you'd expect it to be.
Silver used to be a prison van. She is a Caravan, two years newer than Berta who is a Grand Caravan, and better in a dozen details, like the storage drawer under the passenger seat, better quality speakers, a cd player instead of a tape deck. Silver has electric windows, electric mirrors, all her automatic door locks work, and she has no body damage. She does have a ding in the windshield.
We don't have a plan yet for what we'll do with the Sonoma. First we have to find time to take it to the car guy and find out why it's drizzling transmission fluid and what it would take to fix, whether it's worth it to us.
The auction and grocery shopping ate an entire weekend. I was simply exhausted and barely finished enough homework to scrape by.
Other activities included making soup with rutabagas. I wish I hadn't eaten it all, because it looks pretty good, even though it would have looked better, in my opinion, in a white bowl.
And buying a new vacuum.
This was at Meijer on a 2-Day sale, regularly $179, plus I had a 20% off M-Perks coupon. Except, even though I got there as soon as the sale started at 6 a.m., they didn't have any in stock, not even one. So they sold me the next one up for the same price. I didn't ask them to, they just offered to do that. Which I think was pretty swell of them, letting me take home a $200 vac for $102.
There is nothing particularly wrong with my old vacuum, a low-end Bissell, except that it doesn't reach under the sofa. (Yet it has a headlight that beautifully illuminates all the dog hair tribbles under there, blargh.) So this vac is supposed to let me clean under there without moving the heavy furniture, at least not every time. This will involve some disassembly which seems really complicated to me now, but which I'm sure will become easier as it becomes routine.
It's also very light, sucks so hard it actually pulls itself along, and did an amazing job on the short rugs in the kitchen which the other vacuum has never seemed to get truly clean. It pivots and everything like those outrageously priced Dysons with the balls.
My favorite thing about this vac so far is, it's so easy to empty. You take the dust cup off, and upend it over the trash can, and it's done. With the Bissell, it has a weird filter that's above the dust cup, and crud gets caught above it, and when you take that filter out, which I have to do every time I dump it, gravity does what gravity always does, and it makes a huge mess. And I generally have to empty it at least three times every time I run the vacuum.
When I say the mess is huge, I do mean HUGE. Like this.
Yuck. I mean, correct me if I'm wrong (I'm not wrong) but vacuums aren't supposed to make a mess--even if you have a husky mix that sheds like a husky mix twice a year.
And lastly I will say Oliver still doesn't like Artemis the Ckatten.
Oliver lost his first tooth when he was quite a young cat. Well, first he grew an extra fang, twice, which was quite creepy, but not all that unprecedented since he kinda sorta grew his testicles back, at least part way. The second time he grew the extra fang, it pushed his original fang out, and then the new fang fell out. It was all very no-fuss, which is why it's not too surprising that other teeth have departed since then. It hasn't affected his appetite or ability to eat at all, but I started giving him a little cat milk and gooshy fudz to supplement, and he does not want to share and tries to bury the leftovers. Here he stuffed a rag in the dish. He would rather have a dirty rag on his food than share.
But I have started giving Artemis her own dish of gooshy fudz and a miracle occurred.
Yes, I am letting cats eat on the kitchen table, and yes I agree it's gross (hence the cleaning rag) but if I want them to get any, I have to give them the food where Cobie can't reach it. And yes I also know the table desperately needs de-cluttered, and I promise to get to that right away...because I am not really too busy, I am just making excuses.
And now I must find food, eat it, and then commence my studying. Last week I swore I would stop letting homework eat my Sundays, but it's not looking good for that promise at this point because other stuff just keeps pushing homework back until there's no more room to push, which generally means no day of rest for me.
I'm sure the makers of not-really-profound facebook macros would say I shouldn't have written this blog post if I really didn't have enough time, but luckily for them, I don't have time to track them down and beat them to death with my Sanctimonious Turd Silencing Stick.