girlmonday squared

Shoe Lace Faery Strikes Again!

I have an 8-year-old half-brother.  Have I ever mentioned that?  Probably not, but I do; so, now you know.  So, this 8-year-old half-brother likes shoes.  Wearing the shoes, buying the shoes, lacing the shoes...unlacing the shoes.  The funkier they are laced, the better.  The boy likes shoes more than most women I know & I know some prissy-ass, shoe-loving women.

Now, whenever he is at my house, I can usually find him in the bedroom with various pairs of my shoes pulled out of the closet.  I usually just leave him to do whatever he's doing and investigate the damage later.  Whatever, he's not actively trying to kick my ass, so we're good.  (I can totally take him down, for the record.  ha!)  Usually the damage is oddly laced shoes & lace carcasses laying around the room.

I don't mind, I just wish that he'd re-lace them.  No, actually no I don't.  Call me weird if you must, but I have a certain way I like my shoes laced.  If they're laced any other way, it feels weird and wrong.  Must re-lace!!!!

Plus, I'm pretty sure the green laces don't go in the blue shoes.  Maybe I'm just weird and need to experiment with colour mixing, but no.  So, now if I want to wear a particular pair of shoes, I'm going to have to hunt down in which other pair the laces are and then re-lace them.

Like this morning.  Because I'm pretty sure this particular pair came with laces.

QotD: Nice Save

If you could only save one thing in a house fire (thing, not person), what would it be and why?
Submitted by donnunn.

I'd have to save whatever photos and mementos I could grab.  You can replace TVs, computers, cameras, furniture; but stuff like the former, usually irreplaceable.  I'd cry like a poor, abused, neglected baby if I lost most of the photos I have laying around.

Speaking of photos "laying around," I should probably get some albums or something.  ;)

You Damn Kids Get Off My Lawn!!!!!!

The longer I live in this neighbourhood, the more I hate people.  Well, not people, really...just small people.  Things I like to fondly call "children."  Not just any children, smart-assed children.  Children who feel the need to come into my yard and harrass my dog.  To get even more specific, that little fucker who lives next door.  I call him "children," but I believe he's in the 8th grade, but that's not the point.

The point is, if he doesn't stop harrassing my dog through my fence after coming into MY YARD; I'm going to set him on fire.  I know she's barking at you, asshead.  She's defending her territory, that and you thumping that damn basketball everywhere is annoying.  Give me a second to get into the backyard and I'll put her in the house.  But, if I catch you stepping your punk ass up to my gate again, it's on.  Don't start with me, you won't win.

Has Something Frozen Over?

(probably not.)  It's not 4000 degrees today.  I'm shocked and happy.  Of course, now that I say that it will probably get hotter than hell.  Watch me jinx it.

QotD: The Best Way To Reach Me

What's your favorite way to keep in touch? Phone, snail mail, email, text message, Vox, _____ ?

I'd much rather send someone a letter or an e-mail.  I don't know why.  I can't stand to use the phone.  I don't know what it is.  Maybe because I hate trying to end a call with someone.  More than likely because I tend to not be too talkative anyway.   The people who usually call me like to drone on and on about stuff I just don't care to hear or know about, so that may have something to do with it.  The only people I let blab on about just whatever are my grandmothers.  Even then I only half-ass pay attention.

Man, I just sound like the nicest person, don't I?  ha ha!

QotD: Is This Thing On?

When was the last time you had to speak in front of a group?  How did you feel?

The last time I  "had to speak" in front of a group was in high school.  It was in the 12th grade and I only had to do it once.  I'm not a "speak in front people" person. I would rather skip class or skip the day altogether or kill a bunch of kittens, than speak in front of a group.  But somehow I did it.  Mainly because my partner in the project was bigger wuss-bag than I was.  I just remember that our class had the biggest, idiotic student-teacher ever. 

He used to show up at our soccer games & I wanted to punch him in the face.

Eh...I forgot to write how I felt...I felt tlike a red-cheeked jackass.  I would have rather the school burnt down than to have to go another day.  I hated school.

I now Pronounce You, Dog & Knee

My dog, India (featured below), has to sniff my left knee every time I let her back into the house.  I never really noticed what she was doing until the other day.  It's never my right knee, or a foot, or a leg, or anything else.  I'm trying to figure out what's so special about my left knee.  Maybe it has magickal powers.

India

Full Moon

I was sitting in the backyard earlier staring at my right arm and noticed that my arm hair is starting to creep up onto my hand.  It's freaking me out.  I think I'm turning into a man...that or I'm a werewolf.  :)

Britney Spears Jr.

I may have some rare, incurable strain of herpes after walking about two-and-a-half blocks (to & from the Fire Museum) downtown with no shoes on tonight.  And if not, I do know this...my feet are dirty as hell.

Ooo-ooh that smell...

There's nothing quite like the smell of carpet cleaner.  Especially when the only way to get away from it is to go outside in the heat.  Boo-urns.