So, Mr. Borealis is out of town again this week. And here's the kicker--I'm out of town with him! I'll be hanging around our barely-not-seedy hotel until we come back Thursday. My mom is watching the pets and plants.
In other news, as Q already knows, I've started selling my fairies on Ebay. And another kicker--they're actually selling! My computer is refusing to upload the images now, which probably has something to do with the crappy unprotected wireless in this hotel (it's the one with a number in the name). They're probably afraid it's illegal contraband nakedness or something. Though the wireless here is free, which is a step up from a motel the Procrastinator set us up in a few years back (that one charged $5 per logon). I'll upload them as soon as possible--considering setting up a separate site to use as a gallery.
Welcome home Mr. Q!
Alula
Monday, June 30, 2008
Crackers!
hey ladies,
I think I have fallen off my cracker! Mr. Q was flying home last night after three weeks of army training, It took him three extra house because it was windy in Chicago. (surprised?) It was a really late night by the time we got back from the Air Port and he has to be up in five hours to report for more training. We fall into bed because I have had a long day too and I can't fall asleep because he smells different! Its not that he smelt bad or unshowered he just smelt different! Some one explane the different!
I think I have fallen off my cracker! Mr. Q was flying home last night after three weeks of army training, It took him three extra house because it was windy in Chicago. (surprised?) It was a really late night by the time we got back from the Air Port and he has to be up in five hours to report for more training. We fall into bed because I have had a long day too and I can't fall asleep because he smells different! Its not that he smelt bad or unshowered he just smelt different! Some one explane the different!
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Double standards
I know this double standard isn't up to par with most of the ones that women find (You must be smart, but not as smart as your guy. You are a slut, but he's a stud. etc.), but it was annoying today. You're supposed to wash your bras and other delicates in a lingerie bag, but the bags them selves are very difficult to find. *grumble*
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
While Mr. Borealis is away...
I've promised these pictures for a while, and I figure there might be a fair bit of interest for them because my home is perpetually compulsively clean. While Mr. Borealis is away on business, I usually take the time to explore my creative side by doing all the messy stuff I'm not allowed to when he's around. Sorry for the poor lighting in the pics.
Ladies, I present for your amazement the messiest my home has ever been:
These photos were taken during Mr. B's extended business trip to D.C. last April/May, and I decided to clean out the basement and the craft room--it took me 5 days to get it this bad, and almost as long to clean it up. He arrived home never knowing it looked like this at all.
Other business trip secrets include: purchase of a salad bowl set, rat vomit, flooding the courtyard, dying my tongue blue with a sucker, naked morning yoga in the living room, spending an entire day in my underpants on the couch watching legal drama, playing one computer game on the desktop while simultaneously playing another on my laptop AND eating nothing but cheap noodles all day, the one time I used our entire coffee table as a sculpting surface for polymer clay, and using Italian salad dressing and mild salsa as a meat marinade because I was too lazy to go to the store.
By the way, on that last one happened today--I give the recipe four couch potatos out of five.
Alula
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Bad Luck
The darn squirrels are at it again! This one has figured out that if he hangs by his very tippy toes from the wall fixture, he's just long enough to get at the food in the bird feeder. Well, it was one of THOSE days today!
Q, if you read this, the bag of dried foliage on top of your television stand is mine for making fairies.
Woke up today and watered my plants with the handy new hose and nozzle sprayer attachment my mom donated to me. Then went inside and got out my rats to play on the couch. I set them up with some new boxes and towels to play in, and set about the work of eating lunch, watching a movie, and making fairies.
Then I notice Clover (our black hooded rat) isn't acting right. She's crawling away under the towels and acting tired and weak, and every so often her tiny body seems to convulse. Before freaking out I think that maybe she's just tired, which is rare for play time but not unheard of; then the vomiting starts.
Now, I had read some years ago that rats can't vomit. I don't know where I read this, but I distinctly remember reading an article on how the lack of ability of rats to vomit is why they are so susceptible to poisoning. Well, either that article was wrong, or my rat has evolved. She vomited. And vomited. And vomited. And every time, she tried to force it back down her throat to get rid of it, so for three hours I sat there and swabbed out my rat's mouth to clear whatever her body was rejecting, and then she took a long nap, and now she's fine. Turns out she'd nibbled off some of the foil lining on a food box I'd given them to play in--they'd used this kind of box before without issue, but I guess rats change, and this box is now on the banned toy list in our house.
So after seeing my baby is okay, and cleaning up the mess of vomit strewn towels, I go back out to hit my plants for an afternoon watering. Guess what? I forgot to turn the hose off the first time I was out, and the hose burst from the pressure of water not being able to release from the closed nozzle. So my courtyard was flooded about 4 inches deep. Again, this was a pain, and I worried a little about the damage to the foundation, but it was such a hot day that all the water had either drained or evaporated in about 2 hours.
Three cheers for rat vomit,
Alula
Q, if you read this, the bag of dried foliage on top of your television stand is mine for making fairies.
Woke up today and watered my plants with the handy new hose and nozzle sprayer attachment my mom donated to me. Then went inside and got out my rats to play on the couch. I set them up with some new boxes and towels to play in, and set about the work of eating lunch, watching a movie, and making fairies.
Then I notice Clover (our black hooded rat) isn't acting right. She's crawling away under the towels and acting tired and weak, and every so often her tiny body seems to convulse. Before freaking out I think that maybe she's just tired, which is rare for play time but not unheard of; then the vomiting starts.
Now, I had read some years ago that rats can't vomit. I don't know where I read this, but I distinctly remember reading an article on how the lack of ability of rats to vomit is why they are so susceptible to poisoning. Well, either that article was wrong, or my rat has evolved. She vomited. And vomited. And vomited. And every time, she tried to force it back down her throat to get rid of it, so for three hours I sat there and swabbed out my rat's mouth to clear whatever her body was rejecting, and then she took a long nap, and now she's fine. Turns out she'd nibbled off some of the foil lining on a food box I'd given them to play in--they'd used this kind of box before without issue, but I guess rats change, and this box is now on the banned toy list in our house.
So after seeing my baby is okay, and cleaning up the mess of vomit strewn towels, I go back out to hit my plants for an afternoon watering. Guess what? I forgot to turn the hose off the first time I was out, and the hose burst from the pressure of water not being able to release from the closed nozzle. So my courtyard was flooded about 4 inches deep. Again, this was a pain, and I worried a little about the damage to the foundation, but it was such a hot day that all the water had either drained or evaporated in about 2 hours.
Three cheers for rat vomit,
Alula
Cough Syrup of the Beast
Today I was at work, like I am most days. The phone rings like it does bajillions of times every day. My co-worker picks up the phone. I don't pay any attention to the conversation, as I'm working on a prescription for someone else. The only thing I notice is that she transfers the call to the front store after saying that she didn't know if we had the product as she can't find it in our computer.
A couple minutes later, the phone rings again. I answer it this time and there's a lady on the other end asking A) why she got transfered to the front store when every other pharmacy (I guess she has called all of them) can answer her question, and B) do we have a cough syrup called 6-6-6?
Who knew Hell made cough syrup?
A couple minutes later, the phone rings again. I answer it this time and there's a lady on the other end asking A) why she got transfered to the front store when every other pharmacy (I guess she has called all of them) can answer her question, and B) do we have a cough syrup called 6-6-6?
Who knew Hell made cough syrup?
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wet paw strikes again!
Ladies!
Wetpaw; dear sweet Wetpaw! He came out of his bedroom with a wafting order if general unshoweredness to make mac and cheese. He gets upset because I have not done dishes, even though he has done one load since he moved in. Anyhoo! He has to ask were a pot is because he has only lived here for five months, I get him one and he tells me its too big. I'm tired and my husband is gone so i'm pissy, i say " you do not have to use the hole pot!" and walk out of the kitchen.
The boy get upset because the spoon he is using is getting soft and starting to bend in the hot water he says "you know we really need to get some better spoons"
"Wetpaw! you can not leave them in the water"
" but it should be heat safe"
"you sill can not leave it in the water!"
" well we need to buy better ones" (this really means that I need to buy better ones)
" Wetpaw! I can not afford to buy a six dollar spoon"
"its only six dollars!"
" six dollars is worth a hole lot more when you do not have it!"
" well just use Mr.Q's money"
This is the part were I resort to the 'Female glare'
Later I come back to the Kitchen to find pasta in the side of the sink that does not have the disposal in it (by the way never ever ever put pasta down the disposal it will break, it just wraps around the blades!)
and the dirty pot and spoon on the stove! GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRrrrrr!
What am I going to do with this animal living in my house!
Q
Wetpaw; dear sweet Wetpaw! He came out of his bedroom with a wafting order if general unshoweredness to make mac and cheese. He gets upset because I have not done dishes, even though he has done one load since he moved in. Anyhoo! He has to ask were a pot is because he has only lived here for five months, I get him one and he tells me its too big. I'm tired and my husband is gone so i'm pissy, i say " you do not have to use the hole pot!" and walk out of the kitchen.
The boy get upset because the spoon he is using is getting soft and starting to bend in the hot water he says "you know we really need to get some better spoons"
"Wetpaw! you can not leave them in the water"
" but it should be heat safe"
"you sill can not leave it in the water!"
" well we need to buy better ones" (this really means that I need to buy better ones)
" Wetpaw! I can not afford to buy a six dollar spoon"
"its only six dollars!"
" six dollars is worth a hole lot more when you do not have it!"
" well just use Mr.Q's money"
This is the part were I resort to the 'Female glare'
Later I come back to the Kitchen to find pasta in the side of the sink that does not have the disposal in it (by the way never ever ever put pasta down the disposal it will break, it just wraps around the blades!)
and the dirty pot and spoon on the stove! GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRrrrrr!
What am I going to do with this animal living in my house!
Q
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