I heart my miter box.

"Honey, did you screw my box to the bench?"

"You've made my favorite salad."

"I can't stop eating the risotto."

"Wow, just wow!"

"We had vacuum wars, she won."

"You don't make a fool of yourself."

"Did you buy Captain Crunch and Coco Puffs, and mix them together? You slut!"

Completed by plumber;
2nd floor kitchen sink, drain re-piped with new trap
2nd floor laundry sink, clamp attempted, but old pipes were falling off, so also had to re-pipe with new trap
1st floor kitchen sink, re-piped and trap installed
1st floor tub, new seals in faucet handles
1st floor kitchen sink, seal type discontinued, alternate doesn't fit, will have to seek replacement fixture
basement, pipe coming down from 2nd floor laundry sink, clamped

Completed by me;
2 trips to Home Depot with plumber
mended leg on kitchen chair
revitalized leftovers for lunch
pulled out bad caulking from 1st floor tub
minor grocery shopping
made steak tips for dinner
another trip to Home Depot, this time with blondbaron
installed new faucet heads in basement utility sink with the help ofblondbaron
three or four loads of laundry
cleaned up after at least three different spills due to leaky pipes and/or plumbing repairs

In and around all that I did manage to enjoy myself some, but there's still more to due;
replace float in 1st floor toilet
upgrade three outlets on 1st floor from two prong to three
three more loads of laundry

I've always been a sucker for pretty lights, but this is gorgeous on so many levels.

Thank you to everyone who tried to help me find a new shampoo. I ended up buying a bottle of Ginger Anti-Dandruff Shampoo from The Body Shop. It's more money than I'd like to spend, but I'm really enjoying the ginger scent and how my scalp tingles when I use it.

Let's just hope it doesn't get discontinued.

Saturday=
yard work, theater grunt work, more yard work, party with fire play, followed by too much drinking
Sunday=
brunch, Season 1 Tru Blood marathon that lasted past midnight
Monday=
very tired Bey

People tried to warn us, now I'm going to try to warn you. Whatever you do, do not waste you money on Transformers 2. If someone offers to buy your ticket for you, don't waste your time or brain space. There are some things you just can't unsee, like giant robot testicles.

It started out silly, with some action-y fun and the camp meter turned a little high. Mostly what you'd expect from a sequel. However, it downgrade to the point where I considered walking out of the theater more than once. In retrospect, I wish I had.

I will never understand the disgust, outrage, and out and out avoidance that women express when they're faced with physical evidence that a toilet has been used as... *drum roll* ...a toilet!

With only six stalls and a line of at least that many and growing, you're really going to take one stall out of the running just because the auto flush failed to go off and the water is a little yellow? "Eww, gross! Someone peed in the toilet!" And god forbid that the last person to use it had to do more than pee. I had a woman in a rest room once exclaim to me, referring to an unflushed toilet with two logs in it, that it was "the most disgusting thing" she'd ever seen. Lady, you're living a sheltered life, and you must not have ever had children.

I wonder if people have honestly forgotten how to manually flush in the electronics age. I mean, there is a button on the damn thing for just such "emergencies".

So really, suck it up ladies!

The other night I went searching the shelves for a new book to read. I found myself drawn to a Hal Clement novel. As I often do (since 90% of the books in the house are his) I asked Jon for his take on the book before deciding. He had high praise for it, but warned it was a book two and directed me towards book one, A Mission of Gravity. So I tucked MIssion into my bag to take with me on my commute the next morning.

( The next morning... )

I accidently left my phone at home. Don't expect to be able to reach that way today.

This morning the sky drizzled wetly upon the bricks and grass. As I walked through the park, I took care to ignore the memory sitting on the bench, the memory that never happened.

Trying not to think about certain things in an effort to actually be productive at work. Luckily it's almost noon; I'll get to not think about things over lunch at Umbria.

• Many audiences – deep and broad

(Typed in the course of transcribing meeting notes.)

I hadn't spun lit poi in quite a while, even spinning the much lighter sock poi had been infrequent. So I was really sore after burning Thursday at my office Fun Day. Then I did more spinning/burning at the party this weekend. Then I helped someone move out of their apartment, with much lifting of heavy boxes. Now my arms are so sore it actually hurts to type.

Fortunately, an inspired moment forethought and wisdom aligned with a moment of chance, and I made an appointment with barodar when I ran into him at a party.

I's dumb. I's not that dumb.

I was highly amused to discover that this song was used in an episode of Tru Blood. My viewing companions expressed ignorance of the song, so I felt compelled to share the knowledge.

Click this link for more Gay Pimp goodness. I recommend checking out his latest video. The children's choir adds a touch of, well, let's just say it's touched.

Today was (Annually Mandated) Fun Day for my office. This year they tossed out even the idea of structure and we all just spent the day at the Cape home of one of our lay leaders. Two great things happened.

One, I partook of a boat ride around the area and thus fulfilled my second requirement for a complete summer. (And it's only June, what will I do with myself now?)

Two, our gracious hostess had no objection, so I got to spin fire for my co-workers. This was immensely satisfying on many levels. I was tempted to entice gato_no_naces to burn as well, but I can't deny the necessity of his wife needing to be there when that happens.

The one bad thing, I got a little overzealous in my showing off and did an arm wrap with lit poi. An arm wrap is not new move for me, it's not out of practice, it's not even dangerous. It is however, something one should not undertake in a short sleeve shirt. Doh!

I have red marks on both upper arms that look like a bad attempt at a funky tattoo. Currently I can make out the hatch marks of the weave of the kevlar, but earlier I could distinguish individual threads. I fear it will all vanish by this weekend, so I'll have no visual aides when retelling this tale at parties.

Actually, there is one spot on my right arm that was bad enough to blister. That will be around for a little bit. Burn cream seems to be handling everything just fine.

You know, I'd never really burned myself accidentally, so I guess I just had to go and do it on purpose instead.

This morning there was a tear in my skirt. I bought an emergency sewing kit and was stitching back together in the bathroom at my office.

This afternoon my pantyhose ripped, and I mean ripped, not just a run. If I had let them run, they would've looked shredded. So I dash off to CVS and buy a new pair.

There's a certain female superhero whose clothes are always ripping in embarrassing ways. I am so empathizing with her today.

In my mid-twenties I worked as a school photographer, predominatly at elementary schools. Most of my co-workers were younger than me and male. During our off campus time, they would sling around a lot of pedophile jokes. One day they were really harping on Jason, Jason Vikiotis, and the boss yelled out, like a cop through a megaphone, "Put down the candy and back away from the teeter totter, Vikiotis!"

This sentence, and derivitives thereof, have become my own expression for leaving something alone, usually something I'm tempted by, always something I should know better than to get into.

Who has one?