As it turns out, I am not saving for ANY puppies -- I am buying a new car. The time has come to kick that bitch to the curb. She has chewed through her last head gasket. This news, unfortunately, arrived on the same day as the news that my insurance has disdained to pay for my IUD. So much for getting a couch, like, ever. Home-made Christmas, ( Read more... )

How could you resist a product with a name like "airdolphin?"
I'm-a savin' up for one of those puppies.
I'm also saving up for one of these puppies.
Meanwhile, I have got to clean my house, my car, my yard and my bicycle. Likelihood of success? Eh.

I have ordered a new jacket for being presentable around town in the winter.  I am so excited I may chew my fucking fingers off.  I have begun to suspect that this has very little to with the jacket and more to do with the fact that my company has FINALLY hired a legit, licensed driller to drill our neat-o wells and therefor MAY EVER make a profit ( Read more... )

My X CD is scratched beyond my computer's ability to read it.  DAMMIT.  That was my first punk rock album.
Fortunately, the Andrew WK cd that Hot Bobby burned for me when he still thought he might like girls is A-OK, and I am going to play the shit out of it tomorrow at the gym on Sybil, my nano.

My ipod is sleeker and sexier than I could have imagined. And that's a problem ( Read more... )

1. I ordered an ipod because I finally couldn't stand not being one of the cool kids and it is coming in the mail tomorrow and I'm so excited I could just barf. I expect this feeling to last at least an hour after its arrival, at which point I will probably remember that all my music is still the same music that I have had for approximately 10000 ( Read more... )

while researching carbon footprints for a the marketing end of an energy-efficient spec project we're building soon, I came across a UK site that lists buying produce from close to home as a good way to reduce your personal footprint, with this paranthetical warning ( Read more... )

Babbs has achieved a svelte 15 pounds! Those of you who don't know Babbs may be asking at this point, "15 pounds?! What does she feed her, butter??" while those of you who do, and who knew her at 18 pounds, are surely marveling at this miraculous accomplishment. What is this new, more cat-shaped Babbs like?
She plays with string. I don't know ( Read more... )

What is a good meal to fix for your parents the first time they meet your (uhhh much older) boyfriend ( Read more... )

Raw jicima is not nearly as delicious and satisfying a snack as I had hoped. You would think! Dipped in salsa! But no. Well, sort of. Just... I'd rather have an ice cream sandwich ( Read more... )