Star Gazing
Anyone know astrology? Because I'm under the impression my stars have aligned to form a great big "F-You" sign. It's just a hunch; I can't be sure.
It all started with duel zombie attacks from two unwelcome exes. Hoop's called at three am. Mine stopped by the house to chat with the neighbors while I was gone. Of course our past would rise from the dead just as we are shipping out from the graveyard. You kill the undead with stakes to the heart right? Or was it holy water? Country music? I'm sorry, that's MY form of torture.
And just when I thought the worst was surely over, Blogger threw up all over my Friday post.
So here's to a better weekend! Tomorrow I'm loading Papa Bear's Bubba truck with as many boxes and furniture as my little body can lift. Hoop has to work. *Mumble*Luckybastard*Mumble* I've been making intricate doodles of pulley and ramp systems all day in my appointment book. If the Egyptians could do it, why can't I? My only hope is that Monday finds me a little bit lighter, both in possessions and in stress.
Courtesy of Odd Mix:
The words for this weekend are...
Triumph
Tragedy
So get clicking!
Daily Hoop Conversation:
Hoop: Do you see that guy over there?
Tink: Which one?
Hoop: The one wearing the khaki shorts, flip flops, t-shirt and visor.
Tink: Yeah, what about him?
Hoop: He stole my style!
Tink: How do you know you had it first?
Hoop: Because MY clothes don't fit anymore.
Have a wonderful weekend!
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12 Comments:
In the video game "Resident Evil" you have to shoot the zombies in the head several times before they will finally die.
If the dude wearing the khaki shorts with the visor and t-shirt had black dress socks and white orthopedic shoes it would have been my dad back when I was kid and he took us to Florida.
Oh yeah, I forgot. If the man wearing the khaki shorts, t-shirt, visor, black dress socks and white orthopedic shoes was my dad, we would also be eating a hot dog and drinking a glass of white wine.
Have a great weekend.
Can I ask what the exes wanted? It's so strange when they call/show up to chat with neighbours just out of the blue like that. And at THREE AM?
Blogger had issues on and off all day...it sucked.
Yeah, I'm curious, what was up w/ the ex's????
LOL at Hoop and his "look" being stolen.
Have a good weekend Tink!
Hmm, maybe it was good that I was f-ing buried at work and never knew that blogger was being... blogger.
Maybe you will find something of interest in these horoscopes...
you're actually drawing out your wiley coyote plans. that's a trip.
i think with zombies you just have to sever enough pieces so they can find any way to move.
at least that's what i did ...
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For "tragedy", I was going to photograph half a pizza and a broken Jack Daniel's bottle in a trash can... but I wasn't willing to sacrifice either of those things just for a bit of art.
Sorry to hear about the Dawn of the Dumpees episodes. I haven't spoken with my last ex since shortly after Turtle's and my engagement, when I called to tell her that if she didn't come and pick up the rest of her shit, it was going to Goodwill. I stumbled on her blog once, several years ago, and let me just say God bless her for reinforcing my decision to call it quits with her.
What amazes me is how I could have spent as long as I did with her and never knew what a sad, twisted creature she was. Talk about dodging a bullet...
Ha! Hoop has great reasoning skills.
Your Hoop convo sounds just like something I would say. I always claim I did it first, and a good way to prove it is that the remains of my genius are in a trash bag marked "doesn't fit. too nice to throw away. donation."
Jay: "khaki shorts, t-shirt, visor, black dress socks and white orthopedic shoes was my dad; we would also be eating a hot dog and drinking a glass of white wine."
LOL. That is quite the mental image you've painted there Jay. A hot dog AND white wine? My kind of guy! I don't think Hoop would be thrilled to know he dresses like someone's dad though.
Mama T: Hoop's ex claimed she didn't remember calling. And then she told some horrid lie about someone slipping something in her drink the night before. Did I mention she had a kid April 27th? Why is she out drinking at all? She called the next night to apologize to him and especially me for the "inconvenience."
I have no idea why mine stopped by. Fortunately I'm moving soon and won't have to worry about surprise visits from unwelcome exes anymore. I'm not even telling most my family where I'm moving! LOL
Chris: Here's some good lines from my horoscope, "Rich and exciting as that mental habitat of yours is, the only way others can appreciate it is through your risk. So -- in June, risk failure. Risk rejection." Kind of fitting since my house is going up in a week huh? :)
Eric: Ahhh! I should have checked the "Acme" website. They would have had a pulley system I could use, for sure. "sever enough pieces so they can find any way to move." I'll remember that for next time....
P.S. Are you going to visit me in jail?
Foo: LOL. I thought about spilling a glass of milk. Like the saying, "Crying over spilled milk." But I couldn't bring myself to waste the last little bit in the jug. Pathetic.
"What amazes me is how I could have spent as long as I did with her and never knew what a sad, twisted creature she was." They do say love is blind.
I also think it's deaf, mute and rides the short bus.
There is nothing worse than zombie attacks! The slobbering, grunting, babbling, and weird pauses always make for a great time. I once moved out of state to avoid a persistant zombie.
So speaking of Hoop style, I'm dying to know: what happened to the orange shirt?
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