After a quicky dinner of Swedish meatballs (out of the freezer… love it when I plan ahead) I was stretched out on the couch, as I am wont to do, and Esteban had just proposed a Friday night trip to the Hundred Dollar Store for a new showerhead. We have one of those supposed rainfall [...]
Everything’s changing this month! Diaryland’s user interface changed (oh, does anyone actually use this site anymore? Everyone seems to be Somebody Dot Com these days but still! It’s weird to not have the girly light blue Diaryland GUI! Also, hi, that was just a brief snippet of my day job sneaking into where it shouldn’t [...]
Monday, December 10, 2007
This year, we’ve been working on turning the dining room into a den. We ripped out the carpeting and Esteban painted it (four coats, he has not let me forget) while I was on a trip (which gave the sloppy edges an extra level of bitter) and then we had new carpeting put in. We [...]
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It is definitely pre-Winter here in Wisconsin, which is to say that there’s no doubt about the fact that it’s late autumn. The leaves are peaking or, in some cases, more bare than there. I keep spotting turkeys and deer by the dozens, and in one rather traumatic moment on the highway today, one hanging [...]
Last weekend, I entertained M. Giant and his absolutely delightful wife Trash. They graciously allowed me to invite myself to dinner and then we went to the Bad Bar, which was strangely not very crowded, yet was playing the music at 8 million decibels. At one point, I sent a text message to the owner, [...]
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
This weekend, Esteban and I did a lot of nauseating couple-y things like going out for dinner (actually, I just drank Cape Cods and kept him company. I’m having one of those weird Not Hungry phases, which is pissing me off because eating is fun). On Saturday, we both slept in, because it was raining [...]
I owe the entire second half of the Las Vegas entry, which covers wig stores and drag queen shoe stores, three separate spas, a Vampire strip show, a crazy Tejano gay dance club, a gospel brunch combined with a peep show, serendipitous rock star accommodations, and tumbling into the airport at 4 am with Red [...]
I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this but I have something called Polycystic Ovaries Syndrome. No, my ovaries are fine and as far as I know, I have not even one cyst, let alone many screaming hordes of cysts (why do I imagine some kind of cystic concert, maybe a Lefty Lollapalooza and a [...]
Esteban thinks that he’s not a writer, but he sent me a link to an entry on his own blog and I beg to differ. Out of courtesy, we don’t read each other’s blogs unless the other specifically sends a link, and out of the same courtesy, I’m not going to give you a link [...]
(Driving home from getting coffee on Sunday morning) Weetabix : Look at how that chick is running. Esteban : Aw, be nice. She’s getting some exercise! Weetabix : If you run like a spaz, maybe jogging in public isn’t the best idea. Esteban : Maybe I should stop the car and we can get out [...]
