Further odds and ends
Firstly, I'd like to say Happy Birthday to my husband. :)
And then, 6 today. 4 yesterday.
So I finally have a reason to watch TV again - Burn Notice. It a new show on the USA network starring two of my favorite B-list actors, Jeffrey Donovan (Kyle from The Pretender. It makes me very happy to see him get to play a good guy for once.) and Bruce Campbell. And it is good. It would be 'oh so wonderfully good', but I've never liked Gabrielle Anwar who also co-stars. She bugs me.
The costuming virus is upon me. I'm thinking heavily about the garb I want to make for RenFaire this coming year - Ottoman, quasi-period authentic. I have the sewing machine; I have some fabrics. I just need to use them.
I've had a craving to visit the MAC store by my old apartment for the last week. No, it has nothing to do with the next end. I've just been on ebay the last number of days and I'm curious to see which pigments they carry at the store that are no longer offered on the MAC website and which you really can only get on ebay.
Baseball made me feel old this week. My mother never had the money nor the inclination to take me to baseball games as a kid. But I fell madly in love with the game at the age of 5. I would watch Tigers games on TV whenever I could. I remember in the early and mid-90's watching big Cecil Fielder and seeing how he brought his son to the ballpark with him and how he usually ended up being a ball boy. And I remember thinking how cool that would be to go to the ballpark with your dad. Well now young Prince Fielder is all grown up, swinging for the fences himself and 2nd in the league in homeruns. Crazy.
I had a fortune cookie today - "You will always have good luck in your personal affairs." So it has been written, so may it be.
And lastly, an anecdote.
Scene: the kitchen, the bedroom
Players:
- me, who will be playing the part of myself
- J - intrepid slayer of all things insectal
- Bump - feline hero
I was in the kitchen Tuesday night unloading the dishwasher wearing nothing but a tank top and my underwear when I noticed Bump pawing and trying to stick his face up under one of the cabinets. I had this awful feeling of foreboding when I asked him, "What ya got there, boy?" A couple of minutes later my question was answered when the fattest cockroach I have ever seen came scurrying out and headed towards me. Naturally, I jumped aside and the cockroach ran by me with Bump in pursuit.
When Bump trapped it in a corner, I ran into the bedroom where J was sleeping and said timidly, "J, there a giant cockroach in the kitchen." He bolted upright (which if you've ever seen him try to wake up is startling in and of itself), got out of bed and marched off to take care of it. Meanwhile, I jumped up on the bed and cowered in squicked-outification.
Back in the kitchen, J grabbed the industrial-sized, toxic-enough-to-kill-a-cockroach bug spray and began dousing the bug which had managed to run over to behind the garbage can. After being doused with chemicals it began running again and manouvered around J and disappeared into the front closet. At this, J tore the vacuums and brooms out of the closet and began spraying all inside the closet. Then he called me out there to tell me the cockroach had disappeared and would probably die in there behind the shelving unit when we heard the strangest sound. It sounded kind of like something had fallen over and resounded in the closet.
2-3 minutes later that damn cockroach comes walking out of the closet, sees J and takes off toward the front door. - And then that strange sound again; it turns out the cockroach was hissing in its death throes. The cockroach swerved and headed toward the chair at the edge of the living room. I turned my butt right around and ran back into the bedroom.
I could hear J in the living room throwing the chair out of the way and dousing the bug once more. I guess it went back towards the door because next thing I know I hear the chair being thrown again. J then turned on the vacuum cleaner and spent a couple minutes chasing it around until it finally died and he was able to vacuum it up.
Couple days later and I still kinda get the heebie-jeebies going into the kitchen. Weirdly enough, as I look back on the episode, I think the whole thing might have been more bearable if only I'd been wearing pants.
And then, 6 today. 4 yesterday.
So I finally have a reason to watch TV again - Burn Notice. It a new show on the USA network starring two of my favorite B-list actors, Jeffrey Donovan (Kyle from The Pretender. It makes me very happy to see him get to play a good guy for once.) and Bruce Campbell. And it is good. It would be 'oh so wonderfully good', but I've never liked Gabrielle Anwar who also co-stars. She bugs me.
The costuming virus is upon me. I'm thinking heavily about the garb I want to make for RenFaire this coming year - Ottoman, quasi-period authentic. I have the sewing machine; I have some fabrics. I just need to use them.
I've had a craving to visit the MAC store by my old apartment for the last week. No, it has nothing to do with the next end. I've just been on ebay the last number of days and I'm curious to see which pigments they carry at the store that are no longer offered on the MAC website and which you really can only get on ebay.
Baseball made me feel old this week. My mother never had the money nor the inclination to take me to baseball games as a kid. But I fell madly in love with the game at the age of 5. I would watch Tigers games on TV whenever I could. I remember in the early and mid-90's watching big Cecil Fielder and seeing how he brought his son to the ballpark with him and how he usually ended up being a ball boy. And I remember thinking how cool that would be to go to the ballpark with your dad. Well now young Prince Fielder is all grown up, swinging for the fences himself and 2nd in the league in homeruns. Crazy.
I had a fortune cookie today - "You will always have good luck in your personal affairs." So it has been written, so may it be.
And lastly, an anecdote.
Scene: the kitchen, the bedroom
Players:
- me, who will be playing the part of myself
- J - intrepid slayer of all things insectal
- Bump - feline hero
I was in the kitchen Tuesday night unloading the dishwasher wearing nothing but a tank top and my underwear when I noticed Bump pawing and trying to stick his face up under one of the cabinets. I had this awful feeling of foreboding when I asked him, "What ya got there, boy?" A couple of minutes later my question was answered when the fattest cockroach I have ever seen came scurrying out and headed towards me. Naturally, I jumped aside and the cockroach ran by me with Bump in pursuit.
When Bump trapped it in a corner, I ran into the bedroom where J was sleeping and said timidly, "J, there a giant cockroach in the kitchen." He bolted upright (which if you've ever seen him try to wake up is startling in and of itself), got out of bed and marched off to take care of it. Meanwhile, I jumped up on the bed and cowered in squicked-outification.
Back in the kitchen, J grabbed the industrial-sized, toxic-enough-to-kill-a-cockroach bug spray and began dousing the bug which had managed to run over to behind the garbage can. After being doused with chemicals it began running again and manouvered around J and disappeared into the front closet. At this, J tore the vacuums and brooms out of the closet and began spraying all inside the closet. Then he called me out there to tell me the cockroach had disappeared and would probably die in there behind the shelving unit when we heard the strangest sound. It sounded kind of like something had fallen over and resounded in the closet.
2-3 minutes later that damn cockroach comes walking out of the closet, sees J and takes off toward the front door. - And then that strange sound again; it turns out the cockroach was hissing in its death throes. The cockroach swerved and headed toward the chair at the edge of the living room. I turned my butt right around and ran back into the bedroom.
I could hear J in the living room throwing the chair out of the way and dousing the bug once more. I guess it went back towards the door because next thing I know I hear the chair being thrown again. J then turned on the vacuum cleaner and spent a couple minutes chasing it around until it finally died and he was able to vacuum it up.
Couple days later and I still kinda get the heebie-jeebies going into the kitchen. Weirdly enough, as I look back on the episode, I think the whole thing might have been more bearable if only I'd been wearing pants.