Sunday Smelly Sunday

So, it is that time of the week for your update into this life of mine.

Today was a little frustrating. I lost my laundry card, and the machines do not take quarters. Yes, I suppose someone else might have loaded up the car with the laundry and gone to a laundromat, but I'm stubborn, and did not want to drive anywhere. So I washed my clothes by hand in my bath tub. That's not the smelly part.

Wikus, the 3 1/2 month old Rhodesian Ridgeback kinda had an accident in his kennel the night before so I had to wash his beddings by hand as well. It's my fault for not waking up at the time.

I promptly bleached the bathroom and showered afterwards.

Then I cleaned until I got bored. Even found time to play my guitar for about an hour. I need singing lessons.

Forgot to eat anything until about 4 p.m. at which point Pollo Poblano did the trick.

As far as what's actually going on in my life.

I cannot decide between Uno and Dos. Both have pros, both have cons, and it's hard to tell which one will be a better investment in the long run. Where's that magic 8 ball?

There is a great undertaking right now so I have no life at all.

Still broke.

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

Currently hearing: Ziggy Marley
Currenlty reading: CA Civil Code

Hiatus

Sorry for the hiatus!!!

Been busy, have not had regular access to the Internet world in order to keep this stuff up, but I am not gone, just taking a break sorta like what Doyle did when Holmes went over the cliff. Granted this isn't everlasting serial literature, and I don't have an ongoing story in which to place a triumphant return, and I'm kinda ruining it by telling you I'll be back... But, whatever, stay tuned right-oh.

Current mood: ceffeinated
Currently hearing: Coffee house chatter.
Currently Reading: The Book of Daniel.

Twas the night before Christmas, Dit vas die night before Kersfees, Dit Was Die Aand Voor Kersfees

Oh, the things I do to entertain myself.

Dit Vas Die Night Before Kersfees. (Funny accent version.)

Dit vas die night before Kersfees, van alle deur die huis,
Nie’n skepsel vas stirring, nei’n even die pygmy muis
Die kouse vas gehang by die skoorsteen vith caar
En die hoop dat St. Nicholas soon vould be daar
Die kinders vas nestled alle snug in der beddens,
Terwyl visions ov Massam’s Nougat danced en der heds
En Moedar in haar kopdoek, en Ek in my cap
Het settled our brein vir’n lang vinter’s nap
Van op die grasperk daar arose such a cletter,
Ek spring uit die bed om te sien vat is die matter.
Avay ne die vindow Ek vloe like a flash
Tore die luike oop en gooi die sash.
Die maan op die breast of die sun-droe veldt
Het gave die noon glans do below objects
Ven vat aan my wonder oe should appeer
Maar’n miniatuur slee, an agt tiny Sprinbokke.
Vit’n little ou driver, so loevely en quick
Ek noe in en moment it moost be St. Nick.
More rapid den penguins is korseers dey caam
En hy fluit, en shouted, en called by die naam
Nou Cronje, Nou Anje, Nou Boeitje en Elspeth!
Op Rudi, Op Pieter! Op, op Otto en Anneth!
Doe die top of die veranda! Aan die top ou die vall!
Nou dash avay! Dash avay! Dash avay almal!
As droe leaves dat voor die wilde orkaan vly
Ven dey met’n hindernis, die mount do die sky
So up do die huis-top die korseers hulle vlew
Vid die slee full ou doys aan St. Nicholas doe.
Aan den, in’n flickering, ek het op die roof
die prance en die pawing ou each little hoof
Soos ek in my hed aan vas turning around
Doen die skoorsteen St Nicholas cameway bound
Hy vas dressed alle en vir vrom hys het do hys voot
aan hys cloves vere alle tarnished vid ashes aan soot
‘N bondel of doys hy had vlung on hys back
En hy lyk looke peddler juss open hys pak
Hys oe – how dey tvinkled! Hys dimples hoe merrie!
Hys jeeks vere lyk roses, hys neus soos’n jerrie!
Hys droelle little mouth vas drone oop lyk ‘n boe
Aan die baard ou hys jin vas as vite as die roe
Die stomp ov ‘n pyp hy het tyt en hys deeth
aan die smoke it omring hys kop lyk ‘n vreath
Hy het’n brood face en’n little ronde bellie
Dit shook ven hy laugh lyk n’ bowl-vol ou jellie
Hy vas jubby aan ploemp, ‘n roe jollie ou elv.
Aan Ek laugh ven Ek sien hym, ten spite ou myselv
N’ vink ou hys oe aan ‘n tvist ou hys het
soon gave my to knoe ek hat nozzing do dread
hy spoek nie’n voord but vent strait to hys verk
Aan villed alle die kouse den turned vid ‘n jerk
And laying his vingar aside hys noes
Aan giving ‘n nod, oop die skoorsteen hy rose!
Hy spring doe hys slee, do hys deem gave ‘n vistle
aan avay dey alle vlew like die down ov die distle
boot Ek hurd hym exkleim ‘ere hy droeve oot ov seight
Happie Kersfees to alle, aan do alle ‘n gooi-night.


And now for the actual translation:

Dit Was Die Aand Voor Kersfees,

Dit was die aand voor Kersfees, wanneer almal deur die huis.
Nie 'n skepsel was roer, nie eens 'n muis.
Die kouse was gehang deur die skoorsteen, met sorg,
In die hoop dat die St Nicholas binnekort sal daar wees.
Die kinders was nestled alle knus in hul beddens,
Terwyl die gesigte van die suiker-pruime in hul koppe gedans.
En Moedar in haar kopdoek, En ek in my cap.
Het net ons brein vir 'n lang winter se slap.
Wanneer op die grasperk, staan ​​daar so 'n gekletter
,Ek spring uit die bed om te sien wat is die saak.
Weg na die venster gevlieg soos'n flits,
Tore die luike oop en gooi die venster.
Die maan op die bors van die verse sneeu,
Het die glans van die mid-dag voorwerpe hieronder.
Wanneer, wat aan my wonder oë moet verskyn,
Maar'n miniatuur slee, en agt klein rendier.
Met'n bietjie ou bestuurder, so lewendig en vinnig.
Ek het geweet dit moet in'n oomblik St Nick.
Vinniger as arende sy Drawwertjies wat hulle gekom het.
En Hy fluit, en geskree, en hulle by die naam genoem!
"Nou Dasher nou! Dancer! Nou Prancer en Vixen!
Op, Comet! Op, Cupido! op, op Donner en Blitzen!
Aan die bokant van die voorportaal! Aan die bokant van die muur!
Nou weg stamp nie! Stamp weg! Stamp weg almal!"
Soos droë blare wat voor die aangesig van die wilde orkaan vlieg.
Wanneer hulle aan met'n hindernis, die berg na die hemel.
So tot die huis bo die drawwertjies hulle gevlieg.
Met die slee vol speelgoed, en St Nicholas te.
En dan, in'n flikkerende, ek het op die dak gehoor.
Die pronk en betasting van elke klein kloue.
Soos ek in my kop geteken het, was om om te draai.
St Nicholas gekom het in die skoorsteen af ​​met 'n gebonde.
Hy was geklee in bont, van sy kop om sy voet.
En sy klere was almal verkleur met as en roet.
'N bondel van speelgoed hy het op sy rug geslinger.
En hy lyk soos'n venter, net die open van sy pak.
Sy oë - hoe hulle blink! sy kuiltjies hoe vrolik!
Sy wange is soos rose, sy neus soos'n kers!
Sy oubollige mondjie is opgestel soos'n boog.
En die baard van sy ken is so wit soos die sneeu.
Die stomp van'n pyp wat hy beklee het styf in sy tande.
En die rook wat dit omring sy kop soos'n krans.
Hy het'n breë gesig en'n klein ronde maag.
Dit skud wanneer hy lag, soos'n bak vol jellie!
Hy was dik en mollig, 'n regte jolly ou elf.
En ek het gelag toe ek Hom sien, ten spyte van my eie!
'N knipoog van sy oog en 'n draai van sy kop.
Gou vir my gegee het om te weet ek het niks om te vrees nie.
Hy praat nie'n woord nie, maar het reguit na sy werk.
En gevul al die kouse, en draai dan met'n ruk.
En tot sy vinger afwyk van sy neus.
En wat'n knik, tot die skoorsteen het hy opgestaan!
Hy spring op sy slee na sy span het'n fluitjie.
En weg is hulle almal soos die vere van'n distel gevlieg.
Maar ek hoor hom roep, voordat hy gery het buite sig?.
"Geseënde Kersfees vir almal, en almal 'n goeie-nag!".

It's not that I don't care...

What is it that people (more specifically "those people") are drawn to about me? I mean like every time I go some place with other human beings I get dumped on by someone with their problems. From the bazaar Carrot Man of Baylor lore and the Goldfish Won't Look at Me Guy to people with legitimate problems always come to me. WHY?

Freakin A!

Okay, where is this coming from. 25 years of this. I think it's why I blog; people tell me their crap and I never get to tell them mine. I am going to illustrate the previous day as an example.

I had gotten home pretty late from going out with coworkers but still got up with the sunrise. Did some chores, and followed up on some correspondence - looked for other options of supplementing my still insufficient income all morning, got ready for the day, had lunch and headed out.

At Walmart I just needed make-up, but stood in line for an hour to buy it. while standing in line the lady in front of me talked about how "this is what they do - they build a super Walmart with 60 cashier's station but only open three of them" the entire time. No duh right, do I need to hear this every-time I go there. It's almost part of the shopping experience now, the old greeter, the crap selection, the crowded aisles, the long lines, the hour wait, and the Hoosier talking about how much the hate Walmart is all part of the Walmart experience.

I was standing in line at the shell station waiting to pay for coffee (just coffee) when the guy in line behind me started talking to me about how expensive things are these days, and how he can't even afford his cigarettes. I don't know what he wanted from me, or why he thought I would give a crap; Maybe it was just a floue. Did he want me to buy cigarettes for him or did he expect me to - uh 'cause no. If you can't afford something like cigarettes then you don't need them. Sandwiches are a different story. Anyway, by the time I got to the counter and paid the clerk (the one that looks like Eric Bana)

Then I went down to the 106 and everything was fine except for that one pervert that was there. Okay, he's a harmless pervert but still it's just like I'm not here to hear someone else's crap then literally as soon as the pervert left some random lesbian started talking about why her girlfriend is crazy. I don't know her or her girlfriend, and I didn't want to know the hour long story about how she got jealous 'cause you talked to some other girl she though you were trying to chise up.

That's the day in brief, it's much more to it than what is listed, and it's 25 years of days like this. Is there some sign over my head that I can't read, does it say free therapy? I just need a break, and a place to go where I don't have to hear about someone else's issues - I've got my own crap, and I need to relax to ya' know.

Maybe I'm just sick of people complaining when I'm workin' on my own issues.
I don't have the answers.
Maybe they're all so self centered they can't fathom talking about anything other than themselves and their lives are really that bad - or they lack the ability to work through their stuff so it happens and they kvetch about it for awhile then move on to the next issue. Maybe I'm just to nice to skief and bark voetsek. Sometimes I think they're chuffed to complain or gripe.

A late night with a Cremorian Fangor Beast,
Maddie

Currently watching: Galaxy Quest

P.S.
"Look I've got one job on this lousy ship; it's stupid, but I'm gonna do it!"

How to Turn a Day Around

Today was sort of a long day, to start it off I could not for the life of me get any more than one hour of sleep at a time - I kept waking up: I don't know if this was due to heat, that time, or even some sort of premonition about Monday that my subconscious was trying to warn me about.

The morning wasn't too hectic, but once I got to work: OOOOOOOOOOOO! Okay, so I like to leave work at the office whilst I am not there so I'm not going to go into any great detail over it, but it was busy, and on top of being busy there was an incident which shall be known henceforth as the Fiasco if Arrogant Disrespect.

The said Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect set me back on productivity by about two hours, because someone somewhere along the lines dropped a ball down the well with Timmy.

Anyway, the point of this post is not the Fiasco of Arrogant Disrespect. The point is how to turn a day around.

This is how i did it:

Step one: Lunch of Taco salad comprised of crispy corn tortilla, onion, salsa, cucumber, tomato, and queso.

So, that got my spirits up a little bit - i guess i am a foodie at heart.

Step two: After work there followed a 45 minute run while listening to Florence & the Machine.

Step three: Dinner of two slices of thin-crust pizza with tomato, onion, and black olives. A Shiner Ruby Redbird for desert.

Magically, now I feel like today was okay.

Nobody gets a runner's high after 45 minutes,
Maddie

currently reading: Heather McGowan's "Duchess of Nothing"

P.S.
"The dog days are over. The dog days are done. Can you hear the horses? 'Cause here they come."

Spin-Off

In a brief moment of reflection today I decided to do spin-off from this blog.

Oh, I'll still post here, but I realized all I'm doing here is ranting about this or that or occasional waxing irrelevant over something inconsequential, and I've been writing songs and poems since I dunno how old - you'll have to ask my parents when I started 'cause it was so long ago I don't even remember.

Not that the songs or poems have any weight or substance, but still there's a lot of them so they will go here:

GirlMoonLyrics.blogspot.com

I figure if anything some of them will be good for a laugh.

Prosit.

Maddie

I am such a...

I am such a failure at keeping this thing updated!

I know right.

This blog should be about not keeping a blog, I mean most of my posts are about how I haven't updated in a long time. I've been busy. Busy with nothing really to talk about, but busy none-the-less, however this weekend I did get to do some of the things I've been meaning to do for a long time, and to top it all off I found out that I did indeed have time to blog as well. So, yup.

Starts off with actually being able to go out on Friday night, played some billiard games with some friends for about two hours then came on home. Friday at work a colleague put in an order for some Lime Thai Chili and some F&#* Sauce. Now the Lime Thai Chili is all ready ready all ready, but the F&#* Sauce is going to a little bit longer. Normally it takes about 6 months for that one, but I have a batch processing so it should be only about four. So I'm going to throw in a jar of the sweet pickled peppers from the last batch to see if they still want the hotter stuff.

Making the hot sauces has always been fun for me, and a nice stress reliever, I just have to remember to not touch my eyes and to wear gloves. My hands didn't stop burning until today no matter how many times I washed them. I think washing them actually made it worse. Of course reaching into a giant bowl and grabbing a handful of chopped up habenero bare-handed wasn't my most proud moment.

Also cleaned.

Then I cleaned again today.

Did some desperately needed laundry.

Cleaned again.

Went out of sushi, and saw a six year old eat a huge bite of Hamachi Sashimi without blinking then ask for more. For those of you who don't know: Hamachi is Yellowfin Tuna, and Sashimi would be most like raw sushi through not necessarily wrapped in seaweed and rice. Props to Dong Kim and Samurai Sushi. Thanks!

Then I put together a train set that Godzilla must have gotten a hold of.

Cleaned again, and did more laundry,

and now I am blogging.

Come to think of it I have not done everything I meant to do. I wanted to also ride my bike and do some yoga. Frick on a Stick. there's still time for yoga I think.

Right,
Maddie.

Currently hearing: Thelonious Monk - "Crepuscule with Nellie"
Currently reading: Bill Scheft's "Time Won't Let Me."

PS
"Do not throw phone through or out window."