they see me knittin’; they hatin’
…in the power socks series
I know they’re halloweeny (note the glow in the dark ghosts on the big toes.) but come on, if you owned these socks, wouldn’t YOU wear them year round?
I’ll try to post something better that’s not about rum cake or socks later (wait, IS THERE SOMETHING BETTER THAN RUM CAKE AND SOCKS??? NOOOO!). Maybe about the WONDERFUL time Kevin and I had last night. Or maybe some things are best left private. Eh, we’ll see how it goes.
One of our post-docs just got back from a conference in Bermuda (I know, I know…what a sacrifice). She brought us back a rum cake to enjoy.
It’s RUM!!!
In CAKE FORM!!!!
Life has never been so magical…
Somewhat of a productive weekend, surprisingly enough. Saturday Kevin went into to work (after sleeping in because I kept snuggling up against him, and really, how do you leave a warm bed with someone to snuggle with on a saturday? you just don’t.) So I had most of the day to FINALLY get all my summer clothes pack up and the winter clothes put away. Weather be damned…if there’s a warm snap, I’m wearing my turtlenecks! I also finally got the Halloween stuff put away. It was getting embarassing… Now Kev can take the Halloween boxes back to storage…and get the Christmas decorations out! Hooray!
I’m soooo not ready for Christmas…why? Why am I not ready? Because it is just now getting to be peak fall foilage here in Atlanta. Now. It’s, what, Nov 21? Ridiculous. How can I feel all Christmassy when it’s warm and yellowish orange outside? Not that I mind the pretty fall leaves. I’m surprised I haven’t run into anyone in my car, because as I’m driving, I’m constantly thinking “oooo…look at THAT one!!!” and staring at the trees instead of paying attention to where I’m going. I love those bright maple trees that go from yellow to orange to red on the same tree, so that it looks like it’s on fire. LOVELY!
Had time before Kev got home to run to work and then take Sadie to the dog park. The picture site has been appropriately updated. I wanted to show this pic, though, that I took as we were leaving for the park. A corner piece of decking had cracked an broken off, making a hole in the entrance way to my section of the condos. It made a small hole that was easily avoided. Some genius, however, decided to take matters into their own hands, and screwed a patch over it.
It’s hard to see from the pic, but the patch sticks up above the decking about 3/4 inch. Making me MORE LIKELY TO TRIP over the stupid thing when walking in. Even Sadie thought it was ridiculous.
Later, after Kev got home, we went out to eat…DATE NIGHT! And then to Target…SHOPPING!!! What a great weekend!
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As per Jamie’s suggestion:
the board was wet, so it was difficult to write on. it says “please don’t trip on this stupid thing”
Because I’m bored, I did a google search for “bondage chicken”. I got a disturbing mix of porn and recipe sites. Some were porn sites that had recipes. I scrolled through 22 pages of search results, and did not find myself. I am sorely disappointed.
However:
I want this.
also,
This was pretty damned funny.
So let me start off by saying that I do NOT live in the ghetto. Well, not really. Not like crime is a daily occurance outside my door. There have been a couple of incidents since I moved into my condo 4 years ago, mostly involving stupid punk-ass kids, but that’s about it.
Last night around…oh…12:30am or so, I was watching TV and playing around on the internet, thinking I should be getting to bed, when I heard sirens. Not so unusual, as the street my complex is on empties out onto a fairly busy road. But instead of fading to the distance as usual, they got louder, and louder…very very loud. I jumped up and ran to my door. There were 5 or 6 police cars pulling over near the mailboxes at the entrance to the complex. There also, confusingly enough, seemed to be a car that went off the road and into the woods opposite the mailbox…the woods that my unit faces. I figured that the sirens would wake up Kevin, so I went to tell him what was going on. Yeah, he heard the sirens in his sleep, but after I told him, he rolled over and went back to sleep.
I decided to park it near the windows, cracking one open so I could hear what was going on. I could hear voices, as the sirens had been silence, though their lights were still flashing. A few minutes later, I could hear another noice.
wuppa wuppa wuppa wuppa
A helicopter was hovering above the trees, with a searchlight. And faintly, I could hear a voice saying “…he’s wearing a white shirt, and black and red pants…”
Oh shit. Time to really wake up Kevin. If there’s some guy running from police out there, I want him awake…and his gun within reach.
Yeah, Kevin’s got a handgun. For those of you who are surprised, let me remind you that Kevin is from Alabama, where I’m pretty sure they give you a gun and a truck on your 12th birthday. Guns don’t bother me a whole lot - I grew up in a family of hunters. My dad kept his hunting rifles at my grandmother’s house, so we never had any guns in our house. But in situations like this, it’s comforting to know that I live with a very big, strong, overprotective man who’s packin’.
So Kevin, bless his heart, sat up with me, bleary eyed, for the next few hours. Eventually the chopper left, and all but one of the police cars drove away. A tow truck showed up, to pull out the car that had driven into the trees. I decided to take quick walk out the front of the building, to see if any of my neighbors were out and knew what was going on. Nothing.
We went to bed a little after 3. Poor Kev was a little late getting out this morning, and he’s been swamped at work. But I’m glad he indulged my paranoia. This morning I drove past the crushed bushes where the car drove through. I haven’t heard or seen any news that talk about what happened. Hopefully, the flyer-happy people at my complex will post something.
So…who wants to visit me in Atlanta now, huh? Sing it with me…in the ghettooooo…..(falsetto) in the ghettoooooooo.
