Queen of Rambles

I am about to explode with frustration. I am trying to get my site moved to the new server. The first step is the simplest. I just have to go into the domain registration site, type in a line and hit enter. BUT THERE IS NO PLACE TO ENTER THE INFO!!!! ARGHHHH!!! I’m going to stab someone!

I’ve sent in a support ticket and tried it on two different browsers. Hopefully they will get back to me and I can get this going before I leave. If not, Mike will have to do it. He has already made it clear that nothing could please him more. Not.

The gym asshole has been up to his old tricks. Luckily it wasn’t with me or I might have blasted him to China with a black-eyed pea fart I was holding in.

There’s this older Hispanic gentlemen at the gym that I always think of as The Ghost. He’s always there, but I never hear him. Suddenly he will be on the elliptical beside me and I’ll have no idea how he got there. I’ve never heard him speak. He’s nice, I suppose. One day my water went flying, so I had to jump down and get it and forgot about my iPod, so he grabbed the iPod and saved it from flying. He always always always wears black sweats, a black sweatshirt and a black hat. I don’t know how he can handle all the heat, but then again I prefer to exercise in the buff (except for the pesky fact that all the other people would see me and I’d probably get kicked out and maybe even arrested for indecent exposure).

We were both in the weight section of the gym, when in staggered the gym asshole and his pert, perky little wife. The Ghost was doing some arm machine I’ve never done before. I was watching him in the mirror because it’s better than watching my face contort as I work my hip abductors. I noticed the gym asshole walked up to the Ghost and said something, gesturing for him to get off the machine. I wanted to hear all the drama, so nonchalantly took my headphone out of my ear and listened. I was really shocked by what I heard. Really! I knew the gym asshole was an asshole, but his assholeness exceeds normal ratios of asshole-o-ollions and makes him more of a complete colon filled with shit. He was actually telling the Ghost that he wanted to use the machine so the Ghost should get off it! What kind of person DOES that? Seriously? I’m pretty sure the Ghost doesn’t speak English because he was just looking confused and didn’t say anything other than “I’m using. Almost done.” and then went about his merry way of hefting up poundage. Gym asshole was not pleased and glowered for the 45 seconds it took the Ghost to complete his routine, while his perky wife looked on vacuously and fingered her newly dyed and cut hair.

I still can’t believe the nerve of the guy. I should slash his tires, only I don’t do things like that.

Speaking of doing bad things to cars, I think I came up with the perfect super power! When someone is driving really badly, doing stupid things and going 55 in a 25 zone, I want the power to zap them and their cars to China. One second they’d be annoying me, the next second they’d be annoying a communist soldier with a big gun.

How about a Toddler Aside? Mike had to go into work tonight, which meant I had baby-putting-down-duty. I hate BPDD. I suck at it and he doesn’t listen to me and it becomes an exercise in seeing who falls asleep from the screaming first. There was no screaming tonight, mainly because I just turned off the light and pretended I was asleep. He turned on the light (it’s a touch lamp) and “read” all his books to himself, ate some cheese, spit some cheese out and rubbed it in my face, then crawled on top of me (I was laying on my back) and put his little arms and legs around me while the bulk of his weight was centered over my lungs. I think it is probably possible to suffocate from toddler weight. Do you think they would try a 2 year old for murder if he accidentally killed me? At least he finally fell asleep and I was able to ease him off me then run in here to finish this entry. Alas, it is now 11 pm and I need sleep. It’s off to bed for me!

But first, a couple of really great books I’ve read lately:

The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall is a children’s book in the grand tradition of Little Women, The Secret Garden and Anne of Green Gables. It’s set in modern times, but it feels old-fashioned and lovely. It’s the first book of a planned five book series. I can’t wait for book 2!

Devilish by Maureen Johnson. I picked this up in a show of anti-book-banning support. Johnson had a book banned at Bartlesville Mid-High, a school I did some teaching in during my college years. I still haven’t got ahold of that book, but I’m glad I found this book. It’s a very funny YA book about a Catholic school infiltrated by an agent of Satan. I liked it a whole lot better than the other book I’ve read by her.

And how, you ask, do I have time to read these books when I’m always complaining about having no time? The elliptical, baby! I spend a total of 4 1/2 hours a week on my trusty elliptical steed, which gives me a lot of reading time. I’ve been reading YA and Children’s books because they only take a couple of hours to read so I don’t have to remember all the details for a couple of weeks, like I have to do with adult books.

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