Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

It's funny

to watch two men pull a dead lawnmower with a rope tied to another mower, pulling the rope to steer. Good times! Unfortunately, I didn't get a picture of that.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Well traveled and persistent

I have a turquoise ring that really like, but never wear. I don't usually wear any jewelry other than earrings. Last night I had a dream about wearing the ring. In the dream, I decided to look for it and wore it that day. I woke up thinking about finding it and wearing it. By the time I actually got up, I had forgotten about all about it.

Later, I went to lunch with a friend. When we sat down at the restaurant, I looked over and the ring was sitting next to me. We were sitting in a booth and it was on the outside of the seat. I would have had to slide over it to sit down. I couldn't figure out how it had gotten there and if it was my ring. I even asked the waiter if he had seen it there when I sat down. 

What I guess happened: When I got money out of my purse in the car, I must have absent-mindedly grabbed the ring, carried it in the restaurant, sat down and put it down next to me. Without knowing any of it. I didn't even know it was in my purse. I knew it was at one point, but I thought I had taken it out and put it on my dresser with my other rings. I wore it the rest of the day, taking all this weirdness as a sign that the ring wished to be worn.

Friday, November 14, 2008

The boat I've known my whole life

My friend just got back from a month long vacation in Mexico. She brought a few bottles of liquor back with her on the plane. That was fine from Cancun to Houston, but on the flight here from Houston they made her buy a $30 box to put the bottles in and check the box. Then they lost the box during the one and a half hour flight from Houston. She just spent a whole month living out of ONE backpack partly because she didn't want to have to deal with checking bags. Airports are so fucking rad! When she told the person helping her at lost and found what was in the box, she said, "You're not going to get that box back." But guess what? SHE DID. I couldn't believe it. The baggage people were actually decent enough to return a box clearly marked "liquor." Maybe there's still hope for mankind.

If you care at all about the title of this blog, it's something the boyfriend said during a conversation last night. He was telling my friend about us dragging an old paddle boat out of a pond by his parents' house. That's a picture of him cleaning it.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The aftermath of the trampling

Nothing. No bruise. Nothing. It turns out, he got headbutted, thrown into a fence, fell down, got thrown a little, THEN got stepped on. Sure he's sore and it hurts to move, sit down or stand up, but there is no physical evidence of getting his ass kicked (pun?) by a thousand pound creature. If that had happened to me, I would be radiating black and blue from my butt over my entire body.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Don't let the refrigerator door hit you on the way out

Today in a gas station getting a drink, some super scruffy guy came up behind me and, I guess, was waiting for me to move. And if I am calling him scruffy, you know he was really in need of a shower, haircut, etc. I mean, I haven't cut my hair in six months. When I got what I wanted, I felt someone violently grab the door to the cooler and pull it all the way open. I spun around to see what the hell was happening

"Excuse me, ma'am!" he said with an exclamation point and a strange look I couldn't quite figure out. 

I couldn't tell if he was being rude in a passive aggressive, thanks-for-finally-getting-out-of-my-way way or if he just realized that he had kind of freaked me out.

"Excuse me," I said. Weirdo.

Monday, November 10, 2008

I got hit by a ton of bricks shaped like a cow

I got a call from my boyfriend this afternoon when he got to work after helping a friend with some cows. I can't remember what he was doing exactly but it was something like getting cows ready to be inseminated, then pushing them back into the pasture.

W: I just got to work.
Me: Really?
W: Yeah, I've been working with those cows all morning.
Me: Oh.
W: One of them ran over me.
Me: Ran over you?!
W: Yeah. I got hit by a ton of bricks shaped like a cow.
Me: Oh my god!
W: Yeah, she kind of ran over me and stepped on my butt.
Me: Stepped on your butt?!
W: Yeah.
Me: Are you ok?
W: Yeah, just a little sore.

This is really kind of normal for him.