I think I might be a murderer...
Those of you who know me are well aware of what an animal lover that I am. I've been known to pull over on the side of the road to rescue a dog. I've been volunteering for dog rescue for more than five years now. I would never buy a puppy and boycott pet stores that sell them. My eighth grade yearbook even said this about me:
Can you imagine Chrysanthemum hating animals?I know what you're thinking... Come on, it was eighth grade!
Anyways, for the past couple of winters, the area under our garage has become a winter den for a skunk. The whole garage stinks when he's around and even the car smells (the smell goes away fairly quickly...). We looked into ways of removing it, but they all involved euthanizing the skunk, which I couldn't bring myself to do. We decided to peacefully coexist with it and put up with the smell a couple of months out of the year.
Now what I am about to tell you is kind of scary when you think about it, but is a testament to just how incoherent that I am at the ungodly hour I wake up for work.
So, this past Monday I go outside to start my car and get the heat and heated seats cranking so that I have a nice and toasty car to get into for my drive in. The smell of skunk lingers in the air, so I set the blowers to circulate the air inside the car, which keeps the smell out. The temperature outside is in the low 20s. I start the car and head back inside.
When I come out about fifteen minutes later, I find to my horror that I had
CLOSED THE GARAGE DOOR when I went back inside. Do not fear, gentle reader, the garage is not attached and no one in the house was in any danger. Anyways, I opened the door, aired out the garage for a few minutes before I held my breath and pulled my car out into the driveway. I drove a good part of the way that morning with my windows down out of paranoia. After a while, all was well in the world, or so I thought.
Since that day, there had been no skunk smell or evidence of skunk at all. Not one... Its little den was directly below where the car was, so I think I might have asphyxiated the little bugger. And right before Christmas, too...
I'm totally getting coal this year.
The Road Trip of a Lifetime
With a challenging semester of grad school behind me, I have decided to take on the task of uploading the digital pictures that I have scattered all over the place on hard drives, CDs, etc. I'm starting with the most imortant group of pictures, those from my 2001 road trip around the country.
The trip was spurred by a number of events, some professional (I had no job and no job prospects) and emotional. Over the course of a weekend, I went from deciding to move to Belgium to taking off in the car for a couple of months. Why Belgium, you ask? I've been there before and liked it, and it would be easy for me to bring my dog Zero with me. Cooler heads prevailed and a few weeks later, My roommate, my dog, and I hopped into a car and set out for the adventure of a lifetime.
We even had a website that we updated from the road. We also journaled our experiences. I was a blogger... old school, yo. Hand coded. What's especially interesting about this trip is that it took place in the Spring/Summer of 2001, months before 9/11 and everything changing forever.
I've only got half of the trip pictures uploaded, but wanted to share some highlights from the second half of the trip:
Flying over San Francisco in a Cessna with Bobby
At Yosemite National Park
The Pacific Northwest and Vancouver
You can check out the ever growing
flickr set
here. Some first half highlights to come, when I get off my lazy butt and get them all up there.
Bumping into Acquaintences
Yesterday, as we crossed off items on our shopping list, we found ourselves at the scandalous store, Penthouse Boutique. Our goal was to find something good for the grab bag, which we did.
Shopping for said item was funny enough, but not the funniest thing that happened during this escapade. We walk in and Dave goes to me, "Hey... there's Ralph*." This is someone that we both knew back in our days working at Costco. Oh yeah, and we know his wife too.
Anyways, we kept our distance from the poor schlep, as it seemed he was there shopping for himself. When we got to the register, Ralph must tried to circle around to the front of the store to avoid us. He didn't accomplish that, but did manage to set off the security alarm. He walked by us, bright red, head down. The Boy looked at him to say hello, you know... to be friendly-like, but eye contact wasn't happening. We barely made it out to the parking lot before we completely lost it laughing. Just what kind of small talk would we have made in that situation anyways?
Have you heard anything about Jamaica Me Horny? I've been told that it's an excellent movie.
As an aside, I want to point out to Kristin that I had the choice, and I opted for Optional Porn
* Name changed to protect the secret shopper
Shopping List
Yesterday, The Boy and I did some last minute shopping for our annual holiday party (more on that to come). We had to run a few last minute errands, including picking up a final gift for the grab bag we were hosting.
This was out list:
I really wanted to leave the list someplace where someone could find it and make their own conclusions.
Fun Diversions for a Messy Day
It's crappy outside today. The weather keeps changing from snow to ice to rain and back again. I'm working from home today, so I'm managing to stay out of the muck.
Here are a few gems to help you pass your Friday:
It was 25 years ago today...
...that John Lennon was shot and killed. I can remember the day that it happened, although I was only 7. His personna meant nothing to me then, although I knew his music. I just recall seeing how devastated the people on TV were, and somehow knew this was big.
As most people who know me are aware, I am a huge Beatles fan. I just wanted to take a minute to remember someone who really was to have an impact on my life, although I didn't know it then.
Twisted
I was checking out flickr and happened across this guys set of pictures where he clearly photoshopped the arms of of these women. The name of the photoset is Armless Amputees.
I can't help but think that there is something seriously wrong with this guy, although it's like a car crash... you just have to look.
I'm a Bad Blogger
Okay, so I haven't posted lately... Things have been insane between Thanksgiving and my final projects for school.
Kristin thought she'd lend me a hand. We were talking about how our conversations are the most bloggable and got a little off track:
C: i haven't don't a poop search on my blog lately
K: lol
C: blog THAT
K: you blog it! you haven't made a post all week! and it's about poop... so that would just increase your search results anyway
I'll do anything to increase the poop search results on my site. I'm shameless!
