Flotsam and jetsam

[grammarwoman]

I wish I could think of a clever word for mental detritus, ideas and memories that float up in your brain at random times, and the thoughts that submerge and percolate until you retrieve them. Hm. Flotsyn and jetsyn?

I am sad to be turning the page of my World Wildlife Fund calendar, as May featured Blue-Footed Boobies. I have a ridiculous fondness for them, you see; how did they evolve to have such startling appendages? And who decided to name them Boobies? Just saying their name puts a smile on my face, rather like the Troy-Bilt Chipper Vac. (If I've ever succumbed to a case of the Blahs, feel free to mention either subject, and it will instantly cheer me up, rather like "Hot Lava!" in a game of Apples to Apples is an auto-win.)

The husband turned 30 this past Friday. I tracked down some music for him from a bygone era that he's been listening to almost nonstop since, therefore I rock. *grin* the_sween made him an excellent cake, with a Storm Trooper skillfully piped on top of a chocolate/chocolate combo. Deeeeelicious.

Saturday night I was kidnapped and forced to leave my house. (OK, so maybe I was a willing participant. It's just such a rare occurrence that I need a certain amount of initial coaxing.) A friend and I went to see "Prince Caspian". It was an enjoyable spectacle, and I give them mad props for letting all the characters, especially the girls, have their hero moments. It makes me wonder if they'll fix the Problem with Susan...I'm definitely looking forward to "Voyage of the Dawn Treader", as that was my favorite of the books. Then we went downtown and spent too much money on gourmet cupcakes and a more balanced amount on a beer apiece. College towns are so much quieter when the bulk of the population leaves.

The family unit finally made it out to the inlaws' farm on Sunday, and the Emperor was thrilled to go for a ride on Grandpa's tractor, and equally gleeful to run up and down the gravel driveway. Even falling and skinning his knee couldn't diminish his joy. My evil plans of dropping him off with them for a long weekend creep ever closer...

I called in sick yesterday in order to get some things done at home (well, to be fair, I did have a rather delicate morning, so it wasn't entirely false, plus it was good timing, as the department was in a mad rush to recover after losing 3 RAID blocks over the weekend. Ya think it's maybe time to move off of VAXes? Hm?). This included finally getting landscape fabric back on the vegetable garden, this time tucked under the surrounding bricks. Piss off, weeds. Unfortunately, I only got about 2/3 of the way across, and today saw more torrential rain storms. Hopefully I can get it wrapped up and planted by this time next week, after only having wasting $20 or so on plants that have been patiently waiting to be set in the ground.

I am very blinky-tired right now after another night of thunderstorms and a dog in hysterics. She actually wound up falling asleep on my bed, which has never happened before. Five hours of fretting will wear out anyone, I suppose. I am keeping an eye on the clock; when 1:45 rolls around, I'm treating myself to a 20 oz Diet Coke as an offering to the Great Goddess Caffeina to help me stay awake.

There was something else, really there was, like an actual point to posting, rather than recapping. I blame the Boobies. Perhaps it will float up later.

Comments

[sabaceanbabe.livejournal.com]

My Layla was terrified of storms and fireworks. It's not much fun to have an 80-pound dog trying to crawl into your lap and hide, shaking like a leaf the entire time and then barking every time she hears thunder. Thank God neither Tasha nor Spots even thinks twice about storms. For that matter, it's sometimes hard to get Tash to come in -- she LIKES getting rained on. :P

[grammarwoman]

Exactly. Mika is around 75 pounds, and goes into super-pant, whining, scratch-at-any-door mode. When she's laying on the bed with me, quivering, she can set the whole thing vibrating like a Magic Fingers contraption. Only not as much fun, what with the drooling, pacing, and NOISE.

[hecateuse.livejournal.com]

OMFG I totally hear you on the hysterical dog front. M. and I got about an hour and a half of sleep last night, between the dog knocking crap over and constantly checking on the back drain. And the only reason we got that much sleep is I shut off the damn alarm clock and came to work an hour late!

[grammarwoman]

Yeah, Mika finally settled down/passed out about 5:30 or so, so the alarm ringing at 7 AM was very disgruntling.

[barefoot-chick.livejournal.com]

I think my parents' dog is the odd one out. She loves bottle rockets, but she's not fond of guns. She's a medium-sized dog, half-border collie, half-sheppard. She gets so excited when the bottle rockets are being shot off and then she goes and chases them down. I really should take a video of her doing that!

[grammarwoman]

Mika hates fireworks. The 4th of July is her least favorite holiday.

You're lucky your dog isn't so spazztacular.

[the-sween.livejournal.com]

Speaking of which, here's the cake pic.. And not to be a stickler, but it was a clone trooper ;)

[grammarwoman]

*headdesk* Dammit, yes, it was a clone trooper. *sigh* Boobies!