DangerChicks (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dangerchicks) wrote,@ 2004-12-02 18:23:00 |
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Jules: So come visit us another time!
Yesterday was a weird day, though I think with no lasting results. First, I had a disturbing dream before I got up. (More about that later.)
During breakfast I said, you know Eliot now that I'm finished with the book project I'm free to do Christmas stuff, is there anything you want? And he just gave me this evil glare. I blurted, ack, what's with that, and he's all, do I ever care about Christmas or find it anything besides a chore? So I said, jeez, I was just wondering if you wanted me to make fruitcake or cookies or something. I realize now that he wasn't exactly listening and only tuned in time to think I was on the verge of trying to get him up on the roof stringing lights or something. Ha! That'll be the day.
After breakfast, there's the ant problem: we've had ants here and there in the house but we've managed to chase them away without too much trouble. The other day there were a few in the shower and Eliot ran the hot water and rinsed them away, muttering something about calling an exterminator. Then yesterday there's a multitude of ants in there, running around in a hostile manner in the tub. And they appear to be fire ants, too. I went online to find an exterminator (by Googling, I managed to find a GLB-friendly exterminator, so that was good, except that she can't come by until next week.) Then I showered in the other room, so as to not be attacked by the swarm of ants, but first I scattered some ant bait in the tub because I fucking hate fire ants and the feeling is absolutely mutual. And then I'm sitting around looking at my email and realize that the house cleaners are coming today: I'm not dressed (bathrobe, hair towel and slippers), my hair is wet, plus the house looks like a small-but-crammed-with-books room vomited its contents all over the house and two or three pieces of luggage exploded (this would be the Thanksgiving luggage). And there's ant bait in the tub, plus a couple of million angry ants. On top of all that, it's 10:00, and our deal with the house cleaners is that they can arrive at any time after 9 am.
So I do the sensible thing: freak out completely. I turn on the hot shower in the tub and frantically try to rinse out the ants-and-bait mess. Leaving that on, I run into the other room so as to not be naked when the house cleaners arrive. I dress halfway, can't find a shirt that's warm enough for this weather, so I peer around the corner to see if the house cleaners are in the driveway. They're not. Dash to the laundry room, frantically put on a sweater and run shivering into the bathroom (because the laundry room AND the sweater were both damn cold) where it's nice and warm because the hot water's still running. I use a toilet brush to help rinse out the by-now-furious-ants and the bait. Then I briefly pondered whether to hang around and warn the cleaning people about the ants and bait and decide, screw that, they're professionals. Plus I checked the tub again and there's no bait and the few remaining ants are clinging irritably to the shower curtain. And then I flee, because I really do have errands to run, not just because I don't want to face angry ants or house cleaners.
Oh, and the dream: One of those annoying dreams where you think you got up but you're still in bed, dreaming. I'm walking through the living room and look down and see a little red light glowing deep in the carpet. I bend down and poke at it but it's planted deep, in the concrete slab, with the light barely visible through the pile of the carpet. I think oh God is that a bug? A camera? And I look for a knife to cut up the carpet so I can find that thing. Then I woke up.
And now, yer questions!
1. Sauna or hot tub? I'd go for the sauna if I could also have a cold plunge pool. Because, zowie. Otherwise, hot tub.
2. Post election web-reading? I like the sites you mentioned, but I've also been enjoying some shadenfreude: http://fuggingitup.blogspot.com/ and doing some shopping: http://www.enokiworld.com/frontpage.h
3. Loft or 1920s flat? The flat, I'm thinking, because of the architectural details and because keeping all that brick dusted would be a pain. But mostly because architectural details from that era are so cool.
4. More annoying, the person who I like but who doesn't like me, or the person I loathe who likes me? Oh, the latter, absolutely, because there were so many of those people in law school (probably because so few of them were likeable at all).
So, tell me...
1. Do you ever get the urge to ask a bunch of pointless questions? Such as: soup or salad? Paper or plastic? Cup or cone? Fries or baked potato? (My usual answers: soup, paper, cone, fries. Depending.) Yeah, sometimes it's hard to come up with questions.
2. So I'll resort to asking about food: Did your family eat a different meal for Christmas than Thanksgiving? My family didn't, except when the holiday featured the Mom's Huge Family Buffet (her family is huge, thus the buffet is, too). On those occasions, there'd be a turkey AND a ham, plus all the side dishes and pies. Often a fruitcake, too, that somebody had hoped once and for all to get rid of--did you know fruitcake is much improved with a generous slathering of whipped cream? But then, what isn't?
3. What about holiday desserts? Are you doctrinaire on the issue of Christmas cookies? I have to admit that molasses-ginger cookies or butter cookies in holiday shapes seem more right for Christmas, but I won't turn down chocolate chip. Also, there's a Southern (ok, really, Redneck Fundamentalist) practice of baking a "Happy Birthday, Jesus" cake. Creepy, but I have no idea why.
4. And now, wild card question: Have you ever won anything by being the tenth (or whatever) caller to a radio station? I have, twice. I won a Kenny Rogers album and the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I never opened the former, and my parents swiped the latter to practice dancing to during their disco phase.
