I went to the store to buy veggies and oil.  I bought 3 bags of goldfish crackers.  First because they were on sale, half off.  Second because a serving size if 57.  I want to eat 57 of something and still be in the alloted serving size.

I want a sharpie liquid pencil!

I love Sharpie brand. So what if it does bleed through the paper- it's so vibrant, which makes dull lives more exciting! If that's all it took right?

I'm considering the fact that I may need a satallite radio.

I need to go grocery shopping because I just ate something weird for lunch. Possibly the goal of my diet is "less wierd." That has not been definitively defined.

I think my dog wants to break up with me. Boo! He's been staying with the BF while I was jobless/homeless. The BF has a 'magic door' to the outside, (doggie door)and his little doggie buddy, Louie. I've got a carpet he's not allowed to pee on, no magic door, no Louie, a leash he always has to wear outside, and a box I make him sleep in at night. (It's for his own good.) I think the only reason he comes home with me sometimes is because he likes the car ride.

Buzz come home!

I forgot how long two hours on the same subject with the same students can be . . . this requires a plan of action. I hate it when I bore myself in class.

The weather has changed for a few days- a 'cold front' came in and cooled us down by 20 degrees. Now it's only 90 instead of 109!

Buzz went to the dog park today and didn't bite anybody! That's a big step for him. Not that he didn't want to bite someone, but I talked him out of it each time.

What the heck!
Didn't that dang dentist take all four wisdom teeth?! It feels like there is another one trying to grow in the bottom left! I've been trying to pretend it's not happening, but it's getting harder. This must be a sign of a fifth measure of wisdom which is rarely possessed. Or maybe I just have a gum infection.
I just looked up 'gum pain' and found one dentist suggesting it could be a broken root tip irritating my gum or a 'migrating jaw bone fragment.' Well, I should think not to the latter.

I'm headed to Wal-Mart AGAIN. W-D 40 and hanging shoe organizers.

I officially have internet- ie I'm no longer stealing it from neighbors. I don't know if it's really stealing though if they just leave it lying around for anybody to pick up . . . Of course my internet doesn't work in the office, where the desk top computer is, it only works in the living room, where the ages old lap top is. I'll have to call about that.

I think the rest of August and going forward into the holiday season I need to have a consolidation plan. No more buying stuff, more getting rid of stuff. The problem is that buying stuff is kind of fun. Unfortunately I have lots of stuff I haven't used.

I was considering last night the uncommon pleasure I get from using all of something. Little things like all the ink out of a ball point pen. It's silly, a pen that was probably free- but I feel far more satisfied with a pen that has truly run out of ink than with one that has just stopped working. I like using scraps of fabric and yarn, I love getting to the end of a tube of lipstick, or reading a book and sending it on its way to the next reader. (Although that last one can be kinda sad it if was a really good book.)

So, it's time to see the end of more things. The end of the yards and yards of fabric in my closet, the end of the boxes and baskets of yarn, the end of the collection of make up I've had since the dawning of history. The end of the stack of ESL books, and cook books, and kids books, the end of bags and purses I don't use, shoes I don't wear and clothes that don't fit. The end is near.

Is it just me, or does it look like Little Richard is afraid his face might fall off?

I'm afraid his face might fall off (Tutti-fruity ah Rudy woooaaahhh!)

My summer vacation is almost over! Boo! I was laying in bed this morning thinking about how great it was to have a do nothing vacation. I mean I love a go out and explore vacation too, but when I travel I feel obligated to get up and do stuff I wouldn't normally have a chance to do.

Didn't go anywhere, didn't do anything (except watch the complete season 1 of X-files)

Good-good.

I went to a shop called ‘The Metaphysical Shoppe’ today. I pass it pretty regularly and I wondered what exactly a metaphysical shop sold. Turns out they sell incense. I think the incense burned my nose hairs. After I walked out I could smell incense for two hours. There were all kinds of devilish things in there, pentagram pendants, pagan prayer books, Buddhas and a myriad of Hindu gods. I didn’t feel completely creeped out until I saw the pentagram emblazoned hooded cloaks though. The young man working there was extremely friendly and chatty. He studies anthropology at a local college-blahdy-blahdy-blah. He was an average looking dude, but he had the most amazing color of eyes. They were a beautiful deep green-blue, sort of like the Gulf of Mexico on the south Florida coast. I hope his babies get those eyes.

I’ve been having some strange dreams these last few nights.

I dreamed I was almost attacked by a swamp monster.  It looked like a very large, kinda cute iguana.  I was admiring it as I ambled across a walking bridge over the swamp when it stood up on its hind legs (which were man length) and started coming for me.  Maybe it just wanted to be friends, but when a man sized lizard starts coming at you- well, at least I run for it.  It reminded me greatly of the scenario with the attack squirrel in DC.

I dreamed my boyfriend suggested we get married in Applebee’s.  I said no.  We settled on the ice-skating rink, as long as the swamp monster wasn’t invited.

I dreamed Wonder Woman was originally from the Louisiana swamps.  She just spread the story about being an Amazon because that sounded cooler than being a Cajun. 

I dreamed that I went to a new church and upon entering the church all my (major) faults and mistakes were listed for everyone to hear.  I think I’d rather be in a swamp, with a monster.

I dreamed I ran into an old friend at another friend’s house.  That’s pretty tame compared with the rest.  It did lead to a whole day of wondering about that old friend though . . .  and swamps.

How do dogs know exactly where you don't want them to be?  I have two chairs and a sofa but my little dog and his visiting friend decided to curl up in my seat as soon as I got up.  My stinky little Frito dog will always find the best pillow, the clean clothes basket or my favorite blanket to curl up in/on. 

I love having a kitchen, and a sofa. 

I'm still not finished organizing all my stuff. 

My goal is to use up the stuff I have before I start stock piling goods.  Seriosly, I had four bottles of shampoo when I moved in January.  I still have four bottles of shampoo.  I have alot of hair, but not that much! 

I want to write blogs, but I keep getting distracted by the stupid news stories to be found on MSN.  "Waitress fired for comment on Facebook."  Duh, tard, if you use your company name and insult their customers- it's a safe bet they won't like that.  Prince is being sued for painting his rental house purple, Prince is being sued for canceling a concert in Dublin, Prince is being sued for a multiplicity of other things- sucks to be Prince.

We just finished Testing for the Summer session, TGTO- Thank God That's Over!  It is all computerized testing, and there were literally students in tears screaming at their computers in an effort to complete the test.  Not screaming because they were angry, just in an effort to be understood.  What a mess.

So I was driving the other day, late for a meeting when I heard a loud POP-SMACK-HISS!!!  In the hatchback.  I thought something was going bad wrong with my car- I'd never heard anything like that before, but I'm driving a hybrid who knows what crazy things might happen.   All the hair on the back of my head stood on end- now I know how my dog feels when he gets freaked out. 

Before I pulled over to investigate I realized that one of the cans in the case of sodas I'd bought the day before had exploded.  No problem, I figured it was still in the case, and if the case was right side up, the soda that wasn't on my back window as probably still in the can. 

When I pulled over I realized things had been happening while I was at work.  The temperature has been over 100 all week- all but four of the cans had exploded.  They had exploded out of the case, like rockets, they were all over the back of the car.  The carpet was soaked.  There was diet cherry 7-Up all over the windows, the carpet, the back of the seats.  One can had exploded so hard it scratched the factory tinting off the window.  Not cool.  So, I knew that I had to empty the ones that hadn't exploded so that I didn't get an even bigger mess.  I picked up the first unexploded can.  It immediately exploded all over my shirt.  I emptied out the remainder of the can in the parking lot.  I picked up the second unexploded can, it immediately exploded all over my pants.  I emptied the remainder of the can in the grass.  I picked up the third unexploded can, carefully pointing it away from me.  It seemed a little more stable than the first too, but as I went to press on the tab, the top popped up and jammed my thumb hard, so I dropped it on the ground, and it exploded all over my shoes.  I picked up the forth unexploded can threw it down on the ground and ran away screaming.

Needless to say I did not make it to my appointment.

When I cleaned out the car later I found one can under the front seat- I don't even want to know how it got there.  On a good note I also found a ring I had forgotten I'd lost.