When something you knew you had to do and emotionally dreaded turns out
to be easier than you expected, do you think you just haven't felt the
impact of it yet, or is it possible you made a right choice and that's
why it was easy?
On Sunday at the cottage a fawn was attacked by an unleashed dog just outside the outhouse. It goes without saying that I was inside the outhouse: the woodland creatures seriously have it in for me and they're always up to something every time, like once a mouse just came and watched me. Ew. In this case I think the deer had rather a worse experience than I did, since I was just listening to preternatural screams whereas she was making them. The neighbor went running and got the dog away and the fawn is probably okay. Where was the doe? I wonder.
If you were going to watch Must See TV after everybody had must seen it: Buffy or Mad Men?
Yesterday was St. Cyril and Metodej, and today is Jan Hus Day. I will now make my standard joke about Jan Hus being a guy with a lot at stake. Squire and Friar are still at the cottage, where I would like to be, but I came home to work on more silliness for the underpants gnomes, who seem to still think I might fall for the "shrinking the font" trick. I like how Czechs have nice little holidays built in for my hangovers (July 5th right after Independence Day, and even the day after my birthday is a national holiday, yo) and deeply resent not being able to use this one, but not as much as I deeply resent having A Budget again. I am glad for the work, just not the timing.
In other medical news, I have a weird bump on my wrist. I went to my brand new GP with this, and he told me that it would either go away or it wouldn't, but I could maybe have surgery. He also asked me, and I swear I am not making this up, whether I had low blood pressure. So I am looking for a new doctor.
Oh yeah! And I got called a "man hater" by a total stranger on the internets! I feel like now I finally earned my place in the Humorless Feminists club, and I want to know if I get a toaster for this or what.
On Sunday at the cottage a fawn was attacked by an unleashed dog just outside the outhouse. It goes without saying that I was inside the outhouse: the woodland creatures seriously have it in for me and they're always up to something every time, like once a mouse just came and watched me. Ew. In this case I think the deer had rather a worse experience than I did, since I was just listening to preternatural screams whereas she was making them. The neighbor went running and got the dog away and the fawn is probably okay. Where was the doe? I wonder.
If you were going to watch Must See TV after everybody had must seen it: Buffy or Mad Men?
Yesterday was St. Cyril and Metodej, and today is Jan Hus Day. I will now make my standard joke about Jan Hus being a guy with a lot at stake. Squire and Friar are still at the cottage, where I would like to be, but I came home to work on more silliness for the underpants gnomes, who seem to still think I might fall for the "shrinking the font" trick. I like how Czechs have nice little holidays built in for my hangovers (July 5th right after Independence Day, and even the day after my birthday is a national holiday, yo) and deeply resent not being able to use this one, but not as much as I deeply resent having A Budget again. I am glad for the work, just not the timing.
How often do your relationships need to be defined in order for you to feel comfortable in them? Never is a possible answer.
Squire got braces. Only on his molars, though, so it mainly hurts but does not look different and I can't call him metal mouth or jaws or anything fun.
In other medical news, I have a weird bump on my wrist. I went to my brand new GP with this, and he told me that it would either go away or it wouldn't, but I could maybe have surgery. He also asked me, and I swear I am not making this up, whether I had low blood pressure. So I am looking for a new doctor.
Oh yeah! And I got called a "man hater" by a total stranger on the internets! I feel like now I finally earned my place in the Humorless Feminists club, and I want to know if I get a toaster for this or what.
JV- Oh you. The first rule about humorless feminists club is that nobody understands you talking about humorless feminists club, so you can talk about it all the time.
Posted by: tuckova | July 06, 2010 at 10:02 PM
If I'm a "human hater" do I get to join a club? Have you seen the video on the interwebs of the doe kicking the crap out of an innocent bystander dog and scaring the bejezus out of a curious cat? Apparently the cat didn't know it was proverbial.
Posted by: ste3ve | July 07, 2010 at 05:13 AM
S - You remind me of the time somebody called me a racist. I was like, "Oh no, I'm an equal opportunity hater! Hang on, you'll get your turn."
Yes, I've seen that video, it's awful. Not as horrible though as the guy who PROVOKES the deer because he wants to fight them (linked from the video you mention, did you see that?). Oh, people.
Posted by: tuckova | July 07, 2010 at 05:18 AM
Metodej - Clever.
Posted by: Aaron | July 13, 2010 at 03:31 PM
Aaron - Wait, what? I should have said Methodius?
Posted by: tuckova | July 13, 2010 at 03:36 PM
No, you should have said what you did - it was clever. Makes me look at the Nohavica song in a new light: a celebration of Dharma or something.
Posted by: Aaron | July 16, 2010 at 02:40 PM
Never. But I do like it if it declares itself spontaneously.
Posted by: Andrea | July 20, 2010 at 03:39 AM