Ah Bugger

The vapid utterings of a neurotic mind.

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Thursday, August 09, 2007

Sum Yung Gai

I overheard a co-worker ordering Chinese food from a local delivery place yesterday and have since had a hankering for the aforementioned cuisine. So today, though not feeling 100%, I ordered me up some chicken fried rice. I was so excited and practically hopped to the door when it was delivered. Please don't judge me on having it delivered. It is free and they only have to walk across the street, which means I could have picked it up by walking across the street, but we are not talking about me here, okay?
I sat down with a couple of co-workers to experience the heavenly delight of hot, greasy rice kernels coupled with chicken and egg pieces.
Eating Chinese food is much like having a one night stand. You bring it home, thinking what a great idea it is. You indulge yourself for a half hour (or however long it takes) and then you push it away, feeling disgusted and regretting every move. You may even think, damn. I am going to pay for this later.
Besides, you're hungry again an hour later. (You skank).

Mares, swears and fairs

My niece is in 4-H. She is showing her lamb whose name I can't recall and her goat, Roxy. (I'd like to say the lamb is Mabel, but I think that is my thinking and not reality.) My sister has to pay a ten dollar fee so that she can get her daughter in and out of the fair to show and feed her critters. That's crap, I say. But I think it will be (hopefully) a neat experience for the girl. (Who is my very wonderful God-child).
Growing up in (almost) DC, I had surprising amounts of interaction with animals. I grew up riding horses even though my mum was never too excited about them. She faithfully took me and my sister to Tamarack Stables, where on one fateful day, Windjammer, the wildly huge and young beast, took off galloping with me. I held on for dear life whilst having the wind knocked out of me. Hoo-wee. But I have never forgotten his name, and truth be told, I chose to ride him after that. Hmm, what does that say about me?
My sister and I were taken to Holland on a trip with my aunt and uncle when I was eight. Again, finding myself astride a huge white beast whose name I do not remember, we rode through the pretty country side. Suddenly, I was thrown clear back into Germany. My sister made me get back on that horse. That woman takes no crap from anybody, and truth be told, I was a little scared of her. (And I revered her, so what can you do?) I got back on the horse. I had these holes on the insides of my knees because the seam of my jeans were rubbing my skin where I was pressing in my legs to hold on to the horse. Those holes hurt like an almighty bear, I say. Weird that I never had that problem again.
I miss my riding boots. I used to go to a pony camp in Radevormwald, in northern Germany. My fellow camp-mates and I would go splashing through the creek and the mud with no cares. Nothing got through those boots. Well, nothing unless you went into the creek too deep and the water spilled over the top, giving a nasty cold and wet surprise to your previously impervious feet. The moral of this quip is that I want a pair of Wellingtons.
What started off to be the point of this long winded narration was the Montgomery County Fair is this weekend. Does anyone want to go?

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

Go kind of find out what I have to say.

I had myself a little interview here. One of the questions was whether I did the blog for a living/what I did for a living. I did not care to actually state what my job is so I answered the other part of the question. So I look like I am a bit of a dummy when the question that is posted is "What do you do for a living?" and I wrote "This is fun for me. I have met a ton of people this way and it allows me to address issues that are on my mind. " Er, whaaat? Meh, what can ya do? I also like that they just cut me off at some point. Okay,  I am long-winded. It's not new to me. I was told that I never shut up, last night. (I got the last word in, though. I said "I'll shut up now!" and hung up the phone.)
But go read my wise words and if you are up for it, vote for me. I will shower you with kisses, or slaps. Whatever floats your boat.