I’m stirrin’ up shit on the internets again. I think it’s a valid question, however. I also have yet to receive a valid answer, but that’s about what I expected.

Heh. I’m glad I’m not this stressed out.

For Paula.  Hahahahahaha!

Lately I’ve been playing a lot of Puzzle Quest being on vacation and all. The game looks kind of stupid, but it’s highly addictive and a lot of fun. Between that and
Lost in Blue 2 I’ve been having a great time sitting on my ass.

Any Kids in the Hall fans out there? Mark McKinney’s character, The Chicken Lady, is my favorite character on that show. There’s one skit he does as her that cracks me up. The Chicken Lady (perpetually sexually frustrated) is on a coin operated horse, the sort kids beg to ride on. A mother (Dave Foley in drag) and her kid come up. The mother asks TCL if she’s going to be long and she says, “Yah, I’m the Chicken Lady, I’m masturbating!” and explodes in a mass of feathers upon orgasm. Hilarious.

So we feed our dogs and cats a raw diet. Meat and bones, some veggies and fruit for the dogs, but mostly meat and bones. I buy chicken for their meat since it’s illegal to use hormones and antibiotics on them now (if we could just get the beef farmers to get on board) and I buy it from our local Publix. I buy cases at a time, usually two. Because of this I’m known up there as either ‘The Petfood Lady’ or ‘The Chicken Lady’. One of these days I’m tempted, so very tempted, to spout off, “Yah, I’m the Chicken Lady, I’m masturbating!” in that same voice when asked if I’m here for my regular case of (chicken) backs.

But I’m really afraid they wouldn’t get it and I’d no longer be greeted with lit faces and smiles when they see me and will instead be whispered about in none-too-complimentary terms.

I’m sure they already think I’m nuts buying 60.00 worth of chicken parts every couple of weeks for dogs and cats, declaring that I’m masturbating in the middle of the store might be a bit much.

But, godDAMN, it’s tempting.

 

We’re pretty polite to one another. I thank him for taking out the trash, doing the dishes, killing a palmeto bug, whatever. He does something that directly benefits me and he gets thanked and told how appreciated he is. It’s an important part of a healthy relationship, I think.

Of course, being the great guy he is, he thanks me as well. So last night after I did the dishes for the first time in about a week thanks to finals and general malaise, he thanked me.

“Thanks for doing the dishes, honey.”

“Aww, you’re welcome. I love my man and do what I can around here.”

And then, after very brief contemplation I added, “Well, ok, wait. I don’t do everything I can. Really, I just do what I need to in order to keep you from yelling at me.”

The best part? He rarely knows if I’m joking or not. God, I love messing with his head

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Is anyone else a fan of the movie Creepshow? I mean the first one, not the second one. I first saw it when I was about 11 over at a friends house. The vignette about the germophobe creeped me out so badly that when my bare foot brushed a pen cap lying in the floor during the scene where the germophobe is trapped with all the roaches I screamed my freaking head off.The huge one is a palmetto bug, also known as an American Cockroach. As it gets cooler at night the palmetto bugs come inside the house to get warm. I’ve killed 3 this week, Jat’s killed 1. I HATE palmetto bugs. I am squeamish about very few things, but giant roaches top that list, hands down.So yesterday when he opened the dishwasher to get a plate the exclamation of “Shit!” from him was unexpected at best. Turns out a palmetto bug slithered its way into our dishwasher full of just washed dishes. Dammit.

Me? I don’t fuck around with shoes or paper towels or any of that shit. No, I use wasp and hornet killer. It’s got this awesome 20+ft stream that shoots out at approximately the speed of light. It kills those fuckers in a matter of minutes whether I hit them directly or not. I will happily and peacefully collect millipedes, spiders, crickets, lizards, etc and take them outside and release them. Roaches, especially the ridiculously large flying variety, get no mercy from me. Come in this house and fucking die. Don’t think I won’t find you either, I have a shitton of cats around here and when 2 or more of them are clustered around, tails swishing, staring intently at a spot on the floor, there’s a pretty good chance it’s because they’ve found something living and moving. Sometimes it’s a lizard, sometimes a chipmunk and sometimes a snake. But at night, at night I know it’s a fucking roach.

So my husband gets the flyswatter because he is a shoe/flyswatter/paper towel kind of guy. He misses and that oily fucker goes scurrying under the fridge.

“MotherFUCK! it went under the fridge. Shit. I guess it got away.”

The hell?

“Uh, no. No it did not get away. WHERE’S MY SPRAY?”

I grab the can, shove the nozzle under the fridge and proceed to spray any living critters under there all to hell and back.

“There. That’ll fuck him up good.”

My husband ran the dishes again. Good man, good man.

I can’t wait for winter.

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Holy crap, go check this out.  It’s really neat!  I think we can all compare results too, but I’ve only just started so I’m not sure.

I turned in my last final this morning. It was for my first 3D modeling class. We used 3ds Max. That program is amazing. Amazingly complex, but amazing. I still don’t know half the shit there is to know about it and how to use it, but I’m getting there. I can safely, and without bragging, say that my final is the best in the class. It should be. I worked my ass off on it for a solid 7 days.

My living room, as it was before I rearranged the furniture, recreated in 3ds Max:

Click for the full size.

I was meme’d by Leigh, and I figure why the fuck not.  It’s short and interesting to some people maybe who are really bored.

Rules:
#1 Players must list one fact, word, or tidbit that is somehow relevant to their life for each letter of your first or middle name.
#2 When you are tagged you need to write your own post containing your first or middle name game facts, word, or tidbit.
#3 At the end of your post choose one person for each letter of your name to tag. Don’t forget to leave a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
#4 If I’ve tagged YOU (the bloggers that I’ve tagged are listed at the end), please join in on the fun!

I’m doing my middle name, it’s easier than my first.

A - Apples make me fart.  A lot.  Seriously.

n- Some people say I’m nice.  Some people are suckers.

n- Niggardly.  I’m cheap as hell.

e- Ecclectic.  I don’t think anyone can deny that.

The people I could tag for this have already done it or been tagged.  So yeah.