susuwatari

I got to go to the Cardinals game last night due to the generosity of Bonnie with Kristin, Bonnie, and Gloria. We had pretty good seats looking at third base. We were having a pleasant time watching the game and with a good bit of people watching by me, when stinky sat in front of us with his stinky clan. I swear this boy had not brushed his teeth in like five days and the level of grease accumulation on him attested to the lack of showers. I was nauseous from the smell and light headed from trying to hold my breath for extended periods of time. Kristin and I just sat their grimacing every time the boy talked or laughed. We couldn’t stand it anymore and left in the 5th inning to go shopping and luckily when we came back they were gone. I don’t know if the boy heard us making comments and left because of that but I find that I’m not sorry if that is the case. First off HE should have noticed that his smell was offensive but if he had become immune to his own stench one of his family or friends should have told him as a courtesy toward him and humanity. Other highlights of the game were now we know some girl Mandy is a total slut and is also very top heavy. The guy behind us likes to reflect on her ASSets. Get it guys her Assets. Yes they got it they, like us, just didn’t find your joke that funny. As you can tell (since I spend more time people watching and eavesdropping) the game was pretty boring and incredibly slow so we left early, though the Cardinals did indeed win. Still I did have fun even if I almost passed out from Dump trunk (which I dubbed him after the second inning).

Here is a picture of my bed in my old apartment:

Notice the cute little pillow in the front? My sister made that for me. She also made the big pillow in the back, taking what I asked of her and embellishing with some really pretty embroidery. She spoils me you see. Sadly she has not finished the matching pillow, and clearly as you can see this pillow needs back up. It’s hard having to support all the other pillows itself. Also it’s asymmetrical and my brother-in-law Wes really hates asymmetrical things. Not that he should have any opinion about my bed anyway; I’m just stating that he would back me up in this situation due to his prejudice against all things asymmetrical. If she doesn’t finish this pillow then how is she going to be able to start on the blanket I want her to make for me? It doesn’t help that her anniversary or Wes’s 30th birthday keep distracting her. After that it will be apple picking, winery trips (demanded by me), Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and before you know it, it’ll have been another year! Maybe I should lock her in some room surrounded only by cute fabrics and sewing materials. She’d still probably not finish my pillow but I may get some more cute aprons and headbands out of her.

I see you.

The cuteness that is Freya. Can you tell that I’ve been uploading into Flickr recently? Most of my pictures seem to be of Freya and my kitties. I may have a problem. I just can’t seem to stop myself from taking pictures of them, they are just too darn cute!

Ok the purpose of this post was really for me to play around with posting pictures from Flickr. I should have a real post up sometime.

I suppose physicists can do cool things every once in awhile.

Dear AT&T,

Why do you take my internets away? Then after I spend hours on the phone being bounced around India do you not fix it? Do you really need someone to talk to so much that you force me to have to call back and spend hours being transferred from one group to the next, or is this some sort of sick psychological experiment? I don’t really think I’m a good test subject, a survey of peers and family unanimously agree that I was already insane before I called you, but talking to you isn’t really helping this condition.

Please give me back the internet, otherwise I might actually have to read a book or go outside.

>>Yaay Thank you! Back to squandering my time adjusting my Netflix queue.

Last weekend was very good for me. The night before I left for Indy my sister and Wes were both saying they thought I needed a break, this was perhaps influenced by my maniacal laughter in the back of the car as I imagined the overwhelmed faces of some co-workers. Yep I’m finally and happily transitioning to a new role. I had been far too long at my previous one and am looking forward to the new challenges. I’m also looking forward to not having to come in weekends any more and going back to 8 hour days for at least 3 out of the 5 days a week. So anyway this last weekend allowed me to vent out a lot of my frustrations to two sympathetic ears (Thank you Emily and Kris!! ) Friday night and then I just sat and absorbed the love of my friends, relaxed, impressed Kris with my Mario Kart skills (ha ha at least I started to improve a little before I left), and came back home rejuvenated. Now people and situations that normally irritate me can not invoke the same level of rage that they did before. I have trouble letting go of things and this weekend helped me let go. Hooray! Now if we could just cure Popper’s leaky butt before I have to watch her.