I really need to get to bed, but I am not all that tired. Maybe napping on and off until 3 today has something to do with it.
Unlike my friend Glare, I leave the TV on while I am doing other things. Apparently, whatever show I was just not watching finished, and an old 'Alias' repeat came on. I have never seen any episodes of this show, but the first 4 minutes of this one showed people jumping out of a train, a bazaar in the Middle East, and referenced "suitcase nukes". Who can watch this?
Don't flame me, Alias fans. I am sure that rewatching decade old L&O shows seems as silly to you as this overwrought "my mother is a KGB spy" crap is to me.
I can hear you asking yourself, "Edacious J, why don't you just change the channel?"
The answer is simply that I can't find the freakin' remote. While I was melding into the bed today, something happened to the remote.
Chances are, it is under the bed, or behind the pillows or under the dog. However, I can't seem to muster the energy needed to search for the damn thing. Ergo, my Alias-related suffering continues.
Actually, I don't know how much more I can take, so I might need to get up and find the wretched thing.
(Odd note: I just ran a spell check, before posting this, and the checker offered "foreskin" as a correction for "freakin"...tee hee hee)
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Three Weeks Later...
So much for big intentions, huh?
I can't even say that I didn't post anything because I had nothing to say. On the contrary, I have a million things to say, but I am not sure that I want them floating in the ether.
I will start with the most innocuous stories.
My mother and some friends from school came to visit me in Atlanta last weekend. Mind you, my mother (forever after refered to as "Peaches") and these women are all over 60, and they have been friends since the early 1950's. They go back a long way.
Peaches has a whole gaggle of these schoolchums. Seriously, they number 12 or 13. They never sit still long enough for me to get an accurate nose count. Peaches brought along 3 of them, G, D and MA, so only 1/3 of their full strength was represented.
In spite of these diminished numbers, I was still EXHAUSTED when they left on Monday. We had a fabulous time, but they seriously kicked my ass. They were up and ready to go before me, indefatiguable during all of the touristy outings that I planned, and stayed up late laughing and chatting. They cleaned my house, walked my dog and did laundry. I dropped them at the airport at 6 pm on Monday, went home, took a shower and fell into bed. At 7:15.
They arrived on Thursday afternoon. I met them at the airport, where, to my surprise, they were standing with a nice young man named Mike. They met him on the plane, and had basically adopted him, chatting with him, making sure he got a drink, and found his luggage. Mind you, Mike was at least 30, and happily married with children. They also befriended a number of bikers, who recommended a trip to Newnan, GA for a bite to eat at the Red Neck Cafe. You can find their web site here. We eventually made it to Newnan, but that has to be another post.
Naturally, they were starving when I picked them up, so we dropped their bags at my house, and headed over to the Vortex for some burgers and tots. I was a little bit leery of taking them to what amounts to a biker bar, but they sort of had a biker theme going already, anyway.
Everyone had a delightful meal, agreeing that the burgers were, in fact, fabulous. As we were waiting for the check, MA asked if anyone else felt like a little ice cream. Since the Vortex doesn't run toward ice cream, I suggested a jaunt across the street to Zesto's for a snack.
I ordered a butterscotch malt, Peaches had a small "nut brown crown", and MA decided on a small sundae. D and G decided that they didn't want any ice cream...that is, until they saw ours!
The ice cream made the rounds, with everyone sampling the treats, except for Peaches, who was having trouble with her Nut Brown Crown. It was melting and dripping, and she was covered in melty ice cream, chocolate and peanuts. Naturally, the rest of us found this wildly amusing. I took a picture of her, in all of her glory. This lead to other group shots, as well.
Finally, several pictures and a handful of napkins later, the employees at Zesto's asked the girls if they wanted paper Zesto hats. Naturally, they did, and they promptly put them on. This inspired even more hilarity and required yet another picture.
They were backed up against the glass window, clearly visible to all passers by in Little 5 Points. Right after I snapped the last picture, a man walked in and asked, "When did y'all start serving liquor in here?"
This set the girls off into another gale of laughter, and was the catch phrase for the rest of the trip.
I can't even say that I didn't post anything because I had nothing to say. On the contrary, I have a million things to say, but I am not sure that I want them floating in the ether.
I will start with the most innocuous stories.
My mother and some friends from school came to visit me in Atlanta last weekend. Mind you, my mother (forever after refered to as "Peaches") and these women are all over 60, and they have been friends since the early 1950's. They go back a long way.
Peaches has a whole gaggle of these schoolchums. Seriously, they number 12 or 13. They never sit still long enough for me to get an accurate nose count. Peaches brought along 3 of them, G, D and MA, so only 1/3 of their full strength was represented.
In spite of these diminished numbers, I was still EXHAUSTED when they left on Monday. We had a fabulous time, but they seriously kicked my ass. They were up and ready to go before me, indefatiguable during all of the touristy outings that I planned, and stayed up late laughing and chatting. They cleaned my house, walked my dog and did laundry. I dropped them at the airport at 6 pm on Monday, went home, took a shower and fell into bed. At 7:15.
They arrived on Thursday afternoon. I met them at the airport, where, to my surprise, they were standing with a nice young man named Mike. They met him on the plane, and had basically adopted him, chatting with him, making sure he got a drink, and found his luggage. Mind you, Mike was at least 30, and happily married with children. They also befriended a number of bikers, who recommended a trip to Newnan, GA for a bite to eat at the Red Neck Cafe. You can find their web site here. We eventually made it to Newnan, but that has to be another post.
Naturally, they were starving when I picked them up, so we dropped their bags at my house, and headed over to the Vortex for some burgers and tots. I was a little bit leery of taking them to what amounts to a biker bar, but they sort of had a biker theme going already, anyway.
Everyone had a delightful meal, agreeing that the burgers were, in fact, fabulous. As we were waiting for the check, MA asked if anyone else felt like a little ice cream. Since the Vortex doesn't run toward ice cream, I suggested a jaunt across the street to Zesto's for a snack.
I ordered a butterscotch malt, Peaches had a small "nut brown crown", and MA decided on a small sundae. D and G decided that they didn't want any ice cream...that is, until they saw ours!
The ice cream made the rounds, with everyone sampling the treats, except for Peaches, who was having trouble with her Nut Brown Crown. It was melting and dripping, and she was covered in melty ice cream, chocolate and peanuts. Naturally, the rest of us found this wildly amusing. I took a picture of her, in all of her glory. This lead to other group shots, as well.
Finally, several pictures and a handful of napkins later, the employees at Zesto's asked the girls if they wanted paper Zesto hats. Naturally, they did, and they promptly put them on. This inspired even more hilarity and required yet another picture.
They were backed up against the glass window, clearly visible to all passers by in Little 5 Points. Right after I snapped the last picture, a man walked in and asked, "When did y'all start serving liquor in here?"
This set the girls off into another gale of laughter, and was the catch phrase for the rest of the trip.
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Initial Posting
Wow. Do I hate blank spaces and new beginnings. I am intimiated by both. In the interests of confronting both issues, I am starting this blog.
I do not have delusions of blog grandeur. I am sure that the only people who will read through these ramblings are my friends, and my mother, if she could figure out how to get online.
I have no specific plan for this space. I thought I would just write about the ridiculousness that is my daily existence.
For example, today was a beautiful Spring Friday. Most of the VPs at my office were AWOL, and the rest of the corporate staff started bailing at 2. By 4, my office was a virtual wasteland. Naturally, my boss was the only one left in the building. I left at 6, and was treated to a, "Leaving already?" on my way out. My blood boils. More on that later. I am sure the bile and hate engendered by this person will spew forth on more than one occasion.
I had a hard time coming up with a title for this blog. Naming things is a huge responsibility, and not to be taken lightly. I am convinced that if my mother had followed through with her initial intent, and named me "Heather", that I would be a much different person today. Probably more perky, significantly less bitter, or, potentially a coked out drug addict. It could have gone either way, really. Anyway, the point of that is that I am not completely satisfied with the name, and reserve the right to change it later. Plus, one of my best friends, the Baroness von Pinkenevil, can't spell very well, so I am sure that she will have trouble with "edacious".
My pointy-headed coworker sent me the WOTD, edacious. I can't imagine why he thought of me, she said, in a slightly hurt aside.
I do not have delusions of blog grandeur. I am sure that the only people who will read through these ramblings are my friends, and my mother, if she could figure out how to get online.
I have no specific plan for this space. I thought I would just write about the ridiculousness that is my daily existence.
For example, today was a beautiful Spring Friday. Most of the VPs at my office were AWOL, and the rest of the corporate staff started bailing at 2. By 4, my office was a virtual wasteland. Naturally, my boss was the only one left in the building. I left at 6, and was treated to a, "Leaving already?" on my way out. My blood boils. More on that later. I am sure the bile and hate engendered by this person will spew forth on more than one occasion.
I had a hard time coming up with a title for this blog. Naming things is a huge responsibility, and not to be taken lightly. I am convinced that if my mother had followed through with her initial intent, and named me "Heather", that I would be a much different person today. Probably more perky, significantly less bitter, or, potentially a coked out drug addict. It could have gone either way, really. Anyway, the point of that is that I am not completely satisfied with the name, and reserve the right to change it later. Plus, one of my best friends, the Baroness von Pinkenevil, can't spell very well, so I am sure that she will have trouble with "edacious".
My pointy-headed coworker sent me the WOTD, edacious. I can't imagine why he thought of me, she said, in a slightly hurt aside.
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