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I can haz nice day?

2009-07-14T13:40:00.005-04:00

A few mornings a week, we swing by a McDonald's drive-thru for coffee on the way to work. Yes, I could make coffee every morning, but some mornings I just can't. I need every bit of that extra 15-20 minutes of sleep I can sneak in while Betty Please is in the shower. Anyway...the guy who usually works the drive-thru always tells us to "have a nice day", as I'm sure all employees are trained to do. But, since English isn't his first language, and he speaks kind of fast, it sounds like he says, "haz nice day." As soon as I started to pull away after hearing say that the first day, I knew what BP was about to say, "I can haz nice day?" Too much LOL cat speak in our house, I tell you.

Now on the mornings BP wants me to stop and get coffee she just says, "I can haz nice day?"

2009-07-10T13:14:00.001-04:00

I'm in heaven. I had cherry tomatoes from our CSA for lunch today. There's just about nothing better tasting. My summer just got a little brighter.

the hazzards of blogging

2009-07-07T12:13:00.005-04:00

I've been searching for posts to link to for the BlogHer post I'm working on, and the more I search, the more my mood worsens. I really don't know how people can write gay news and issues posts on a regular basis with out being in a perpetual state of "moody." Last night, I felt a strong compulsion to leave a comment equal in snottiness to the tone of the post on some stranger's blog. But, I didn't. I had my comment all written out, and I thought better of it and navigated away.

My belief has aways been that not everyone shares the same point of view, and everyone is entitled to their opinion. I certainly don't agree with everyone and I don't expect people to always agree with me. If come across a highly offensive post, I always think, well, I was never the intended audience anyway. Arguing with the author through comments won't get either of us anywhere. Most people don't really won't to debate, they just want to pontificate. When I read posts that rub me the wrong way, I just think, "what a dumb ass" and move on. And I never think another thing about it. But for some reason, this particular blogger's smugness and complete ignorance are still irritating me. I think it was mostly the fact that this person was so smug in calling someone else an idiot, thinking the "idiot" made up a word to sound more intelligent and therefore superior. And in the blogger's ignorance, they neglected to do a simple google search before writing their post criticizing the idiot. Had they done quick google search, they would have found that the word was not made up. Just because a word doesn't exist in your vocabulary, doesn't mean that word isn't a word with a definition, commonly understood and used by many others.

OK. Maybe now that I've written about it I can let it go.

Anyway, the post I'm working on for BlogHer is on heterosexual privilege. If you've got 2 cents worth on this topic, please write about it and send me the link. Or if you've written about it in the past, send me the link. I'll include you in my post.

Wait 'til I get my Hanes on me

2009-06-30T23:22:00.004-04:00

While sorting the mail, Betty Please pulled out the new Hanes catalog and set in on the counter in front of me.

BP: This is for you.
BP: For later.
me: For later? What are you trying to say about me?
BP: [gives me the, who do you think you're fooling look] Oh please. I know you're all like, "Oh yeah. Just (to the tune of the Hanes tag line) wait 'til I get my Hanes on me."
me: [laughing] you do know me, don't you.
BP: Yes I do. Do you want to be alone with your catalog now?
me: Nah. I'll save it for later.

Hey, don't judge me. I've got a weakness for bare midriff. What can I say?

*edit* So, um, was it not clear that "wait 'til I get my Hanes on me" was a masturbation reference? Just checking.

Matching

2009-06-30T10:23:00.002-04:00

Over the weekend, my favorite cousin mercilessly teased BP and I for buying the same brand, same style, same color, zip-up hooded sweat shirts. Or, as she would say, "matching." She went to comment that we were like the cliche' lesbian couple with our Subaru Forester, our dogs, and our matching sweat shirts... and that if we became any more cliche' she was breaking up with us. No mercy. (For those who haven't been around long enough to have read stories about my favorite cousin, she's cool, and is a great ally. She's allowed to tease me for this sort of stuff.)

So, yes, we did buy the same sweat shirt, in the same color, in our own sizes. We do, in fact, each own a lot of the same clothes; t-shirts, sweat shirts, shorts, and shoes. Most of our clothes are quite similar in style and color. But does that make us matching? I don't think it does. It is not our intention to dress the same, or to twin each other. We both just happen to have very similar taste. On days we do both throw on outfits which are close to matching, one of us will go change before we leave the house. We really do not want to be twins.

Our similar taste goes far beyond clothing. We have similar taste in music, books, movies, television shows, art, architecture, food, cars...but that doesn't mean that we don't also have our own individual taste or style either. Personally, I'm glad we are so similar these areas. I don't have to suffer through road trips listening to music I can't stand. And neither does she. We don't argue over what to watch on TV, or what movies or video games to rent. We don't spend our evenings with one of us leaving to go watch TV in the other room. Making big purchases like our house, our cars, our furnishings, is easy because we have the same sense of style (or lack there of). We are usually drawn to the same things. What can I say?

I don't know. I think our tastes are similar enough that it makes life easy, but divergent enough that it keeps life interesting. What about you? Do you and your gf/partner/spouse/whatever-you-call-your-other-half have similar taste? Would you call it matching?

2009-06-28T22:39:00.003-04:00

Our vacuum went out with a bang this morning. Literally. I was vacuuming along, and without any kind of warning, the vacuum motor blew. It scared the shit out of me. I didn't see it, but an eye witness reports there were sparks and flames shooting out the front. It was a pretty spectacular death.

Since we have 3 cats and 2 dogs, all of whom shed like it's their purpose in life, we bit the bullet and dropped a wad of cash on a nice vacuum cleaner that might actually pick up hair. We bought a Dyson DC28 Animal. It was ridiculously expensive. But after using it this evening, I believe it was worth every penny. Man does that thing suck. In a good way. And the design is super slick. I'm telling you, I think that thing sucked up dirt from the previous home owners.

My life in bullet points

2009-06-22T09:26:00.003-04:00

So, for the 5 of you who still stop by here to see what kind of mediocre crap I've posted lately, I'm back up and running. Sorry for the interruption.

Not much to report here lately. I'll give you the high lites in bullet points.

I'm a year older, and none the wiser.
BP and I finally went to our first Pride Parade a few weeks ago. I posted my thoughts about that at BlogHer.
My garden is feeling neglected, and is very weedy. But, the poppy I planted 4 years ago finally bloomed this year.
I'll be missing my 20th High School reunion this weekend to go to my grandma's birthday celebration instead. I can't believe it's been 20 years since I graduated from HS. Holy crap! Where did the time go?
Though I'm not going to the reunion, I am going to be meeting up with an old friend I went to HS with,who was my college roommate for two years. We had, I guess, a falling out of sorts, and had lost touch with one another. We recently reconnected through FB. It will be fun to catch up, we've both lived a whole nother life since we've seen each other last.
HD TV is awesome, but I miss the functionality of our TiVo. The DVR we have now just doesn't work the same way, and I miss TiVo.
I am addicted to Mafia Wars on FB. Who ever designed that game must have studied gaming theory.It's like playing slot machines. Or crack. Either way, an intervention might be in order.
Though not evident from this post, I think I'm finally past my writers block, or struggle or what ever it was that was causing my inability to put words to the screen.
I was excited to see that G4 is playing Arrested Development reruns. It's one of the best shows you may have never seen. Seriously, if you never watched it, you need to check it out.
I haven't struck out in the last two games. [knock on wood]

So there it is, the last few weeks of my life in bullet points. It's strange to see it broken down like that.

Silly girl. You can't hit a double.

2009-06-10T11:57:00.004-04:00

I got a double in my softball game the other night. It was a double on error, but hey with the season I've had so far, I'll take it. But not that double without any skill requirement. Not just anyone could have turned that play into a double. It was crap hit, and was going to be a really close call at first. But I could see as I was about two or three strides from the base that the ball was going to be an over throw, so full speed ahead I rounded 1st and booked it to 2nd. After I got on base, I said to myself, "a double on error, I'll take that any day." The pitcher replied (in a shitty serious and not in a friendly trash talking tone), "well that's the only way you'll ever get a double." "Oh that asshole did not just say that to me. Did he?" I'm not sure if I just thought that, or if I actually said that out loud. Either way, it irked me. The sexist jerk!

Now it's true, that in our league, it's not too common for a woman of my scrawny ass size, or any woman really, to hit an out right double. But, for the last, I don't how many years, I've hit a double about every other game. And I mean a straight up double, not a double on error, a double. And last season I also had at least two triples. So, arg! that guy just pressed a my buttons with that comment. I so desperately wanted to prove him wrong. Had I been able to place my last hit about a foot closer to the right fielder, I would have had double that game. As it went down, the right center fielder barely kept the ball from gapping them. Bastard!

But I shouldn't complain, I batted a thousand that game. Which is more than I can say for the games we've played up til then. Unfortunately, my batting has sucked major ass this season. When I say sucked major ass, I'm saying I've struck out swinging. THREE TIMES! this season. It's slowpitch. It's embarrassing, I tell ya. And the the only thing I can come up with is that I've started wearing my glasses when I play, and it must have screwed up my depth perception just enough that my timing is off on my swing. Now I am no stranger to getting struck out looking. Sometimes the pitches just aren't called consistently or correctly, and what should have been a ball gets called a strike. Nothing I can do about that. But to strike out swinging. I just can't have that.

I think another trip to the batting cages is order.

2009-06-03T21:46:00.002-04:00

So how psyched was I to find out Ilene Chaiken is going to be one of the keynote speakers at the BlogHer Conference this year. Oh yeah. I immediately emailed BP to let her know just how jealous she was going to be when she found out what she was going to be missing out on. She could have gone to the conference too, but oh no, she just wanted to come with and hang out in Chicago while I go to the conference. She is kicking herself now.

After the initial excitement of the news started to wear off, a new thought entered my mind; my last two L Word posts at BlogHer were a little less than kind to Ms Chaiken. Surely she wouldn't have read them. Right?

Are any of you going to BlogHer this year. I'm really nervous about going because, believe it or not, I am pretty shy. Especially when I don't have BP to lean on.

HD, coming soon to a living room near me

2009-06-02T17:59:00.006-04:00

I'm sitting here waiting for the Directv guy to finish installing our HD dish. It's now 6 PM. He was supposed to be here between 8 and noon. He called at 11 to tell me he wouldn't be here until 2ish. He didn't get here until 3:45. He's now rerunning the cable he just installed because he got to the corner of the house where he was going to run it down to meet the existing dish cabling, and got scared of the power lines. I feel for the guy. Really I do.

Our old dish was mounted on the railing of our deck at a corner of the house. It's out of the way, and not too visible. Unfortunately, the new dish can't mount there. Since the HD dishes are larger and need a more clear shot to the south west, the new installation protocol is on the roof or mount on a pole. I was reluctant to have the guy mount it on the roof, but we have two rather large trees in our backyard, and a pole wasn't really an option. The dish is up, and it's so obnoxious looking. BP is going to freak out when she sees it. I've prepared her, but she's already had me ask what it would cost to have it moved.

I'm sure we'll get used to seeing the big obnoxious thing in the middle of our roof, but geeze it seems like there must have been better options. I actually don't care too much at the this point. I'm just glad that we'll FINALLY be able to get our local networks, and HD TV. Oh, and that we'll have a 100 hour DVR. We are forever having to clear the clutter off of our 30 hour TiVo.

At least this satellite guy didn't keep asking for my husband like the last one did.

*update* The Directv guy finally left at a quarter til 8. HD is so worth it though.

karma bites

2009-05-28T12:01:00.002-04:00

I'd like to know what I did to Murphy that he keeps smacking me down with his law. Aside from that fact that for the past 2 weeks it won't rain all morning, until I get about 50' into taking the dogs for a walk. And then, sky opens up and pour buckets. Seriously. You think I'm exagerating, but I'm not. Do you know how much it sucks to spend the rest of the afternoon at work in wet clothes? Let me tell you, it's not pleasant.

And then...yesterday, BP finially got a check for some freelance work and we thought we would have a bit of breathing room in our bank account and maybe a little money to spend on something fun, and the fucking AC went out last night. You know that won't be cheap to fix. We just can't win I tell ya.

Can someone tell me what I've done to the universe, to bring on such karma. If I knew I could fix it, change my ways. Unless it's because I'm gay. In that case there is nothing I can do. Is there some sort of rating system for karma, like a credit rating, but a karma rating? Someone's got to have a karma rating repair service. I mean, isn't karma like the credit of the universe?

Sunday Hike

2009-05-24T22:20:00.003-04:00

Betty Please has us training to walk a half marathon in the fall, so we're doing some sort of walking, hiking, or biking every day. She downloaded a training schedule, and we're trying to stick to it. It's been really fun. I've always taken hikes or take a long walk with the dogs most days, but BP never used to come with us. Now she does. It's a lot more fun now that she's joining us.

The other fun part of this training thing is that we got our bikes fixed up so we can ride again. We bought some pretty sweet mountain bikes about 15 years ago, and we used to ride a lot. Well the bikes were sweet 15 years ago when we bought them. Anyway, for the last 12 years or so they've been sitting, unused. I forgot how much fun biking was. One thing I will say though, oh man do I need to buy a women's seat for my bike. That, and I need to find my cycling shorts. Pronto.

We've been going to a state park which is about a 10 minute drive from our house for our bike rides and hiking with the dogs. I really like this park, and I can't believe more people don't use it. It's different from most of the parks in our state, in that it's not a wooded park. It's a prairie. It's great for wildlife viewing. We've seen lots of deer and all kinds of birds. I know there is an eagle's nest on the edge of the park property, but we haven't seen any eagles yet.

As we headed out today to walk the dogs, BP said she wished we could go to a different state part that neither of us had been to since we were both in high school. Since there wasn't a reason not too, we went. It was a nice drive. We took kind of the long, scenic way there; about a two hour drive. We knew it would be crowded, being Memorial Weekend and all, and that it's like the most popular state park, but holy crap was it crazy. I wasn't sure White Tornado would be able to hike. She is terrified of children, and not really too crazy about adults who she doesn't know either. She was pretty freaked out a few times, but we were able to find some less crowded trails and get a nice hike in.

We are planning a trip back, without the dogs. There are some trails we want to go on that the dogs just can't do. Well, not unless they learn to climb ladders. Anyway, here are a few pictures BP took with her iPhone. Next time, we'll take our good camera.

Mmm, Bacon

2009-05-16T01:02:00.004-04:00

Ever hold one of these? It's a millipede. It creeped me out to think about holding it. But actually, it was pretty cool. Betty Please made me hold all sorts of bugs that day, including a Madagascar Hissing Cockroach. At least we didn't make it over to the cricket spitting contest. Yeah. That's where you put a dead cricket in your mouth and see how far you can spit it. It's a big event at the Spring Fest; that and cockroach racing.

Now getting to hold baby ducks, so much better than holding bugs. They were like the cutest things ever. I wanted to sneak her out and take her home with me. But what would I do with a duck. If I lived on a farm, that would be one thing.

Oh, wait. The baby pigs were like the cutest things ever, too. They almost make me feel guilty for loving bacon so much. OK, they do make me feel guilty. But I'm not too likely to become a vegetarian anytime too soon. Though I've got to tell you, I have been thinking about lately.

Prey for a get away

2009-05-08T09:19:00.003-04:00

I hate it when the dogs kill things. I know that it's the whole circle of life, and it keep populations healthy and under control, and all that stuff, I just don't want to be an eye witness to the carnage.

Right before I opened the door to go out with the girls this morning, I noticed a cat crouched down in the grass at the back of the yard. Yeah, I didn't mow last weekend and it rained about everyday this week, so, tall grass. Anyway, it was too late to not take the girls out, it was time to go. As soon as opened the door, the dogs spotted the cat and bolted. The cat immediately took off, as I expected. What I didn't expect, was that there was squirrel hiding there in the grass. I'm guessing the cat was stalking/toying with it. Buddy Lee spotted it, pronto. By the time I noticed that she had a squirrel, she had already crunched it's back half. I couldn't just let the poor thing suffer, so I had to let the dog finish it off. A more certain swift death with less suffering. I just wish that didn't come with the sound of skull crunching.

It's hard to think that my sweet dogs are such efficient killers. Buddy Lee doesn't get too much these days, but White Tornado is a master mole killer. She gets about one a week in the cemetery. She can dig one up and nab it in less than 5 seconds. It's actually pretty amazing, yet completely horrifying. I know these critters need predators to keep their populations healthy, I just with is wasn't my dogs who were keeping their herds thinned.

Star Trek?

2009-05-07T07:59:00.002-04:00

Betty Please and I have been together for 16 years now. The other day she said something that made me question whether I even really knew her at all. I mean, 16 years is a long time. You'd think you know someone pretty well after that kind of time. But I was blind sided. She told me that she "secretly wants to see the new Star Trek movie." Who the hell is this person I've been sleeping with, because while she looks like BP, she can't be.

She says that this Star Trek movie is not just for trekkies, it's for everyone. She cites the onion video as part of her defense.

Me? A Pig?

2009-05-04T23:32:00.004-04:00

A small group of us went out to eat after softball practice this weekend. After the waitress had taken our drink order and walked away from the table...

BP: Wow! She had really pretty eyes. They were a really beautiful color.
me: Hmm. Really? She had eyes?
Sylvia: Oh my god. You are such a pig!
me: Who? Me? Why?
Sylvia: She had eyes? Yes Zoe, she has two of those too. I can't believe you're such a pig.
me: I can't believe you're surprised by this.

So eyes, heck faces, aren't the first thing I notice. Eyes probably aren't the second or third thing I notice, if I really think about it. I mean, it's not like I got caught checking her out, or that I made mention of her smoking hot bod. I wouldn't have said word one about the waitress. I would have just had that brief little moment in my head. I think you all know the moment I'm talking about. So, does that make me a pig?

2009-04-28T12:39:00.002-04:00

I've been feeling so disconnected lately. I haven't been wanting to blog. I haven't been wanting to hang out with my friends. I don't really want to do anything but be at home. Now if were to step outside of myself and try to objectively analyze this, I would diagnose myself as depressed. But I don't really feel depressed. At least not the kind of depression I've experienced in the past. I just don't really feel like doing anything. When I've had plans, I've followed through with them, and I have had fun. But I had to force myself to go. I even had to force myself to say yes, and to follow through with kayaking last weekend, because I thought it would be good for me. And I love kayaking more than just about anything. I mean, it's up there with sex and hockey.

I'm sure this will pass, but I'm wondering how long this can continue before I should begin to worry.

labels

2009-04-17T13:28:00.003-04:00

Betty Please and I went to a panel discussion last week and I've been obsessing about it pretty much since. One of the things I can't let go of is the idea that labels and identities are important. Now maybe it's just me being the type of person I am, or maybe it's an age thing (meaning that I not only have a sense of who I am, but that I know who I am), but I don't like labels. I particularly don't labels when they are used to define ones self. And by that, I mean that one label becomes the focus of your being, your sole identity.

I understand that we have to give names to things in order to communicate ideas to others. I get that. What I don't understand is giving that name, that label, any other weight or power. If I tell someone that I am a lesbian, it's only meant as a sort hand way to convey that, I sleep with a woman. It means nothing more.

But what do know? Am I wrong about this? Can someone explain to me why labels and identities are important?

Closing in on the final Buffy

2009-04-07T08:49:00.005-04:00

After months and months and months, we're finally down to the last two episodes of Buffy. I think we started watching season 1 in October. I had seen a few episodes here and there when it originally aired, but I never really got into it at the time. I really don't know why though. We have thoroughly enjoyed the hell out of it, and are now HUGE Buffy fans. And as excited as I am to see how it all ends, I'm sad that we're at the end.

It has been nice to be able to watch 7 seasons of Buffy at the whim of my compulsive desires; not having to wait for a week between shows, and 6 months between seasons. One of the down sides to catching up on cult classic like this, is that I've known most of the major plot lines and plot twists going into each season. I knew about Angel leaving, I knew about Oz, I knew about Tara, I knew about Dawn, I knew about Spike and Buffy, I knew about Buffy's mom...The fortunate, and somewhat surprising, thing is that I knew absolutely nothing about the last season. I knew none of the plot lines before they happened. The Willow-Kennedy thing was happy surprise for me. Faith, was a nice surprise (love her and her bare midriff). I know nothing about how it's going end, so please don't ruin it for me in the comments.

We are watching the last two episodes tonight. I just hope the ending doesn't disappoint. Though, I don't think anything can have as horrible an ending as The L Word. So, however it ends, it can't be that bad. Can it? Wait, don't tell me.

*edit* I loved the way the show ended. Unlike certain other shows (don't make me say it, you know I'm talking about that show with all the lesbians), there was closure. I was a little sad Spike and Anya died. I might have cried a little bit. OK, I cried more than a little bit. But, the show ended in a way that was fitting.

funk

2009-03-31T23:54:00.004-04:00

I've been in kind of a funk lately. I'm not really motivated to do much of anything. I want to write, but I don't want to write. I want to go out do stuff, but I don't really want to leave home. The weather is starting to get nice, and softball will start soon, and the garden will need to be planned and prepped, , so maybe that will help.

Of course I think the biggest factor in my funk is that we've been on hold for a while with the baby thing. There was some uncertainty with Betty Please's job for several months, so we put ourselves on hold. We wouldn't have really worried so much, except that my health insurance is through her. Anyway...it seems we are ready to get back to it, so perhaps that will improve my mood.

In other news, I finally bought a laptop. I am now typing away on my new Fujitsu A1120 from the comfort of my living room couch. I love it. It's perfect for what I need, and it didn't cost a fortune. And when I emerge from this funk, I hope to be blogging on a more regular basis again.

Oh yeah, one last thing. I about had a heart attack Sunday night when I opened my hotmail and saw a BlogHer friend request from my mom. I did not know that my mom was reading. According to her account, she's been a member for 33 weeks. If I had known, I certainly wouldn't have posted the mother-daughter post I wrote a few months ago. And I surely would have censored some of my other posts. And lets not forget that means she has a direct link to here. It's not that I really care that reads my stuff, it's more that I've written some stuff that's would probably be hurtful if she read it. Well, and of course there's also the whole not telling my my parets about us trying have a baby until after we're pregnant, or ready to adopt, or however we end up with our family. So all this time I've been keeping this stuff from her, and she already knows. Isn't life great.

2009-03-23T12:42:00.003-04:00

We went to roller derby over the weekend. Our Naptown Roller Girls took on the St Louis team, The Arch Rival Roller Girls. The St Louis team is ranked, I think 20th, and they beat us by like 35 points. It was a good bout. They were very good at controlling the pack.

For the most part, the derby was awesome, as it always is. What spoiled our fun a bit, were the idiots sitting between Nate and I, who were sitting on the floor in the suicide seats, and Betty Please and lkmantiou, who were sitting in the first row of chairs behind us. Since the idiots were behind me, I didn't witness them in action until half time when I went over to talk to BP and lk. Apparently, I had missed the idiots daring each other to go grab crotch of a transgendered person who was one section over from us. And I guess at one point during the first half, one of the guys actually got up and followered her to the bathrooms to see which one she would use. I missed that stuff, but I did witness to them all taking pictures of her with their cell phones, and laughing about it.

It really infuriated me that those people were so small minded. I so badly wanted to say something, but I didn't. There were way more of them than there were of us, they were drunk, and men were big and burly. So, I decided that my mouth shouldn't write checks that my ass can't cash. But since then, I've been kicking myself for my silence. I should have said something. It probably wouldn't have made a bit of difference in their narrow little minds, but someone should tell them that their behavior is not appreciated and/or acceptable.

This incident would have bothered my anyway, but I think it got to me more than usual because I had just written a post for BlogHer about how I couldn't hold BP's hand in public. It's not that I don't do it out of fear for our safety, but that I don't want to stand out. I don't want to be judged by the likes of drunk idiot hillbillies. Anyway, in the post's comments, I was challenged to hold BP's hand out in public and then write about it. Then I started thinking that hand holding was going to be nothing, what am I going to do when we actually kids. I don't know, I've still got some processing to do I guess.

Does anyone else have trouble holding hands? Or is this just my hangup?

Laptop recommendations needed

2009-03-20T09:48:00.003-04:00

My laptop died a slow and ugly death about a year or so ago. It was a several month long battle, but it finally just stopped booting. Life with out a laptop has pretty much sucked. I mean heaven forbid that I would have to use the desktop. But using the desktop means that I can't hang out in the living room with Betty Please and be online at my leisure. So there went my blogging.

We've finally got the money for me to get a new laptop. So, I've been shopping around for one, and holy crap there is just so much to choose from. I think my brain is going to explode. I'm kind of leaning towards a Sony VAIO FW series, but I really don't know why other than they seem to have decent specs and they look sharp. I'd love to buy a Mac, but I just feel like you don't get a lot for the money. That, and we are replacing our PC desktop with a 24" iMac, so we will have a Mac if want to use one. If anyone has any suggestions, or recommendations, I'd greatly appreciate the help.

Privacy Fences

2009-03-12T13:19:00.002-04:00

A few weeks ago, some of our neighbors on the alley lost their fence during high winds. The fence has already been replaced, but was replaced by a different style of "privacy fencing" than before. As we drove past this morning

BP: I don't know why they picked that style of fence. You can see right through it.
me: So?
BP: So, you couldn't have sex behind that fence.
me: sure you could.
BP: Not privately.
me: True. But even if you couldn't see through the fence, it's not sound proof. So it's not like it's completely private anyway. I'm just saying.

What an idiot I am. Why did I point that out.

Fairness, or just plain crazy?

2009-03-11T13:36:00.004-04:00

We buy these Mother Nature brand dog treats for our dogs, which come in four assorted shapes; triangle, bone, doughnut, and heart. I've gotten to the point where when I give the girls treats, I have to give them each the same shape treat. And by have to, I mean I am obsessively compelled to. I'm pretty sure I've always done that, because I'm just that fair as a person, but I didn't really notice that I did it until BP told me that we couldn't give one dog a heart shaped biscuit, and not the other. Cause, you know, if you give one dog a heart then the other dog will think you don't love them as much as the one who got the heart shaped treat. Yes, we are just that crazy.

Now we do realize that the dogs don't know a heart from a triangle, from a bone, from a doughnut shape. Hell, all they know is that if we're giving it to them, then it must be good and they must have it. They barely have time to taste their treats; it's right passed the lips, crunch, crunch, swallow, beg for more. But, we know the difference. I know it's crazy, but I am compelled to make sure that there is fair and equal treat distribution. Even if the dogs don't know the difference.

I almost felt my fairness in treat distribution validated, when while listening to Wait Wait...Don't Tell Me! a few weekends ago, I heard that dogs have a sense of fairness. That's right. Dogs know they aren't being treated equally.

So. is our equality in treat giving fairness, or just a crazy quirk? Does anyone else do this too, or are we alone on this one?

Have you watch the webisode yet?

2009-03-09T21:42:00.004-04:00

Does anyone understand just what the fuck they are trying to accomplish here. Was it really necessary for us to find out this little tidbit of info from Tina? What is the relevance? It was shocking. It was disturbing. But not necessary. Do they just hate their fans, or what? Any thoughts?