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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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12:44 p.m. - 2008-05-15
Along with farm adventures yesterday there was sifting through a huge pile of info from WHO for the AIDS thing I'm working on. Info which will eventually be quite useful but for right now is almost too much of a good thing. * Spare me your rants about the 'evil' United Nations and their anti-American agenda, xenophobia won't cure AIDS. The ex came by to discuss why he'd strung crime scene tape from the cable and phone lines where they cross the driveway and to ask if I had any peroxide for his newly re-pierced ears. The tape is a warning for the guy who's bringing some slate for the new patio and needs reminding he can't fit his ginormous dump truck under the low-slung wires. As for the peroxide, I was severely tempted to give Mike the 40% stuff I use to bleach my hair, but I relented and gave him the bottle of regular 5% peroxide leftover from Mick's piercings. There was Mick to talk down off a ledge over some crap at work. My first instinct is to rush in with fixes and advice, but Mick is much like me in that he needs to vent until he's gone to rock bottom and then he's ready to look for the constructive solution. So I practiced my sympathetic nodding and kept my yap shut until he'd exhausted his rage and hurt. Then we brainstormed until Mick was satisfied he had a good solution to his work clusterfuck. Wolf wanted an audience for his newly acquired yoga skills and help with his spelling homework. (Both of which he got, of course.) There was an hour spent at night court and a sort-of resolution to the Barky problem. In exchange for dismissing the charges the Barkys agreed to take the dog to an accredited obedience school. Nan the Dog Warden promised us she'd stay on the Barkys's asses and would cheerfully haul them back to court if they don't comply with the dog training. For a chick with an empty life I guess I manage to stay pretty busy. This morning's meditation on the stoop netted me two hummingbird sightings. One was the more typical green backed/red headed kind and the other was a spectacular yellow and black. When he zoomed past my face just for a second I thought it was the biggest damn bumblebee I'd ever seen. For Mother's Day the MIL gifted me with some cash and express orders to use it on a new hairdo. No buying groceries or paying the light bill with it. I agreed and am now happily contemplating what to do with my mop. I'm over having spikes, but do want to go super short again. Especially if I can find a style where I can do most of the upkeep myself and only go back to the salon every three months or so for a serious dethatching. Hitting the salon every four weeks is too pricey and difficult to pull off schedule-wise. You wouldn't think inch long hair could have so many varieties and variables, but it does. But this, like deciding what color to do my office, is a pleasurable sort of dilemma. Would that all of life's conundrums be this fun. A couple hours ago I felt that curious cause-specific PING! from deep within my nether regions. A PING that heralds ovulation and reminds me to be extra-vigilant about birth control. To say nothing of laying in a supply of Kleenex and chocolate.
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