So my husband scheduled a fishing trip. This is a good thing, since the last time he tried to go fishing, bad things happened. Unfortunately, the trip ened up being on one of the rare weekends I have off.
So I went skiing. Hah! Take that!
But really, I wanted him to fish, but I didn't want to be left floating around in Houston. So, since I had 4 days left on my Steamboat lift pass, I found a way up here to SKI!!! The skiing forcast, however, didn't look too exceptional; only a 30% chance of fresh snow, (relatively) high temperatures... nothing special. But there was snow last night, snow today, and there will probably be snow tomorrow.
Now my worry isn't so much about bad skiing, but bad driving over the pass. Such is life!
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sunday, February 10, 2008
A Love Letter to the Dumb Drunk Guy
Dear Mr. Drunk Guy-
There are many things I love about you: your cheerful exuberance, your golden shiny bling and your happy go lucky lack of coordination. I also admire your understanding of acceleration, momentum and physics. Most memorable is your ability to know that if you step out in front of my moving vehicle, I'll have just barely enough time to stop before running your black ass over.
I love you way you fall over the tono cover of my convertable, eager to cuss me out. I love the way your friends yell at me. I love the way you totally ignored my screams as I yelled at you to get the fuck out of the way of the moving car!
Yargh.
There are many things I love about you: your cheerful exuberance, your golden shiny bling and your happy go lucky lack of coordination. I also admire your understanding of acceleration, momentum and physics. Most memorable is your ability to know that if you step out in front of my moving vehicle, I'll have just barely enough time to stop before running your black ass over.
I love you way you fall over the tono cover of my convertable, eager to cuss me out. I love the way your friends yell at me. I love the way you totally ignored my screams as I yelled at you to get the fuck out of the way of the moving car!
Yargh.
Thursday, February 07, 2008
The Toe Nail Striketh
The day I've been waiting for has finally arrived: my black toenail nastiness has finally separated from my toe. I took my sock off after working overnight and realized I had a 5mm gap between my lovely painted toenail and my nailbed. So, being the masochistic wench that I am, I pulled on the separated nail.
And it popped right off.
No pain. No wiggling. Just off.
Underneath was an ethereally pink, soft, new neo-nail. It doesn't look like a regular toenail. Yet. It shows signs of true naildom: it's firmer than the surrounding skin, obviously made of keratin, and ingrown, just like the last one.
So there it is folks. By reading my blog the reader can now know how long a nail needs to go from black toe to new nail. Hallejulah!
And it popped right off.
No pain. No wiggling. Just off.
Underneath was an ethereally pink, soft, new neo-nail. It doesn't look like a regular toenail. Yet. It shows signs of true naildom: it's firmer than the surrounding skin, obviously made of keratin, and ingrown, just like the last one.
So there it is folks. By reading my blog the reader can now know how long a nail needs to go from black toe to new nail. Hallejulah!
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