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altarflameGetting over an illness and another period that only just didn't require medical attention, I've been feeling rather...drained. Har har. The point is, the housework was in a sickeningly backlogged state, but Grant did a TON of cleaning today, and I am so grateful. The place is so much happier to be in, now...
We were getting all these flies. And I still don't get it. They were concentrating in the laundry room, and my bathroom? I took out the trash from both rooms (though neither were in an unusual state), Elise isn't in diapers anymore so it's not like there's a pail in there, there are no litter boxes or anything in those rooms...it's just bizarre as hell, I still don't understand what the allure for them or the source of them was. But I've been feeling extra bad about the general messiness and horrified that we'll have maggots any second as a result. Aside from cleaning Grant hung fly paper in a couple of rooms and it seems like they're mostly all gone now. Wack. I hate flies, I grew up with a father who would wreck a car to kill a fly he spotted whilst on the highway, so it is not at all natural to me to just share the house with a dozen of them.
Although with the rain back again, here, the bugs in general are in full swing...Aaron and I's bike ride this afternoon was cut short when both of us had hair full of and clothes covered in gnats and just couldn't stand to plow through clouds of them face first anymore. Lightning bugs, ants and beetles were swarming our front porch this evening. And I had to spray soap all over our garden because all our ripening tomatoes were devoured by who knows what.
Grant and I were playing more Delirious Late Night Scrabble tonight. It is so funny that I must record highlights.
-He is always trying to use words that are not words. To my way of thinking, if you have to go consult a dictionary, just stfu and think of an actual word. And I am lenient! I deal with it when he says "la" is a sound in do re me fa so la te do or proves that "fairish" exists. But then, sometimes, he starts in with the "scrabble dictionary", which I swear is full of pure bs, like QUA. I am not kidding. Q-u-a. I will not recognize such garbage!!
-at one point tonight I could not help myself, so I arranged the letters I had on my little wooden thing and then turned it to him and asked, "Can we use french phrases?" and showed him how I had spelled out "Le Cunt".
-My very last letter on my very last turn, was an n. And I couldn't stop laughing, imagining all the words on the board with an n on the end and how it would make them urban verbs. When I used to go to GAP meetings in highschool, I was gap'n, if I robbed a convenience store, I would be crimes'n, a drummer often finds himself bongo'n, and so on...he suggested I add it to puma, as a cross between a puma and a human would be a puman, or alternately, that could spell out "P U man" as in, "Something stinks".
It just goes on and on. Oh, the scrabble nonsense.
I received news of two different births today. One was my cousin Christina's new baby girl and first child, Sophie. I went to her baby shower in Key West a month or so ago.
The other was Anna Maria Horner's 6th, a boy, and as I've been reading her blog for over a year now I've been following the pregnancy as well - http://www.annamariahorner.blogspot.com/
We were getting all these flies. And I still don't get it. They were concentrating in the laundry room, and my bathroom? I took out the trash from both rooms (though neither were in an unusual state), Elise isn't in diapers anymore so it's not like there's a pail in there, there are no litter boxes or anything in those rooms...it's just bizarre as hell, I still don't understand what the allure for them or the source of them was. But I've been feeling extra bad about the general messiness and horrified that we'll have maggots any second as a result. Aside from cleaning Grant hung fly paper in a couple of rooms and it seems like they're mostly all gone now. Wack. I hate flies, I grew up with a father who would wreck a car to kill a fly he spotted whilst on the highway, so it is not at all natural to me to just share the house with a dozen of them.
Although with the rain back again, here, the bugs in general are in full swing...Aaron and I's bike ride this afternoon was cut short when both of us had hair full of and clothes covered in gnats and just couldn't stand to plow through clouds of them face first anymore. Lightning bugs, ants and beetles were swarming our front porch this evening. And I had to spray soap all over our garden because all our ripening tomatoes were devoured by who knows what.
Grant and I were playing more Delirious Late Night Scrabble tonight. It is so funny that I must record highlights.
-He is always trying to use words that are not words. To my way of thinking, if you have to go consult a dictionary, just stfu and think of an actual word. And I am lenient! I deal with it when he says "la" is a sound in do re me fa so la te do or proves that "fairish" exists. But then, sometimes, he starts in with the "scrabble dictionary", which I swear is full of pure bs, like QUA. I am not kidding. Q-u-a. I will not recognize such garbage!!
-at one point tonight I could not help myself, so I arranged the letters I had on my little wooden thing and then turned it to him and asked, "Can we use french phrases?" and showed him how I had spelled out "Le Cunt".
-My very last letter on my very last turn, was an n. And I couldn't stop laughing, imagining all the words on the board with an n on the end and how it would make them urban verbs. When I used to go to GAP meetings in highschool, I was gap'n, if I robbed a convenience store, I would be crimes'n, a drummer often finds himself bongo'n, and so on...he suggested I add it to puma, as a cross between a puma and a human would be a puman, or alternately, that could spell out "P U man" as in, "Something stinks".
It just goes on and on. Oh, the scrabble nonsense.
I received news of two different births today. One was my cousin Christina's new baby girl and first child, Sophie. I went to her baby shower in Key West a month or so ago.
The other was Anna Maria Horner's 6th, a boy, and as I've been reading her blog for over a year now I've been following the pregnancy as well - http://www.annamariahorner.blogspot.com/
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Date: 2009-05-21 03:09 pm (UTC)I think I like her blog.
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Date: 2009-05-21 10:18 pm (UTC)