Friday, March 30, 2012

If I didn't have adult ADD, I would be unstoppable.  I have had the most productive week.  If I were always like this, I would be running both North AND South Korea.  And, quite possibly, the northern part of China.

In between projects, I have been joining Mega Millions lottery pools and daydreaming about how to spend my money:

-Gentleman's farm in the country with lots of goats and dogs.
-Hire Snoop Dog for the house warming.
-Purchase a new pussy wagon.  Cherry red with a white roof and white wall tires.  And lots of chrome. It would be sweet.
-Rent out a cruise ship and bring all my friends and family on a week long cruise.  Now that we all have kids, it will probably be a Disney Cruise ship.
-Run for Congress.  Why not?  If Hank the Cat can run for Senate, I can run for Congress.

Now I'm off to deal with some Jokers.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Grease is the word. Indeed.

Batman was really sick over the weekend.  It turned out to be a bad case of strep but I ran him to the ER because we were afraid it was meningitis.  Anyhoo, I'm way behind on work, so just stopping in to post the bling of the day:

I'm not one to mix my metals, but it looks great with a silver jacket that would be just like the one Rizzo wore if only it were pink.

Sadly, my name is not monogrammed on my jacket.  Sad face.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

It's Official

I may resent the arrival of spring, but it is here nonetheless.  Might as well make the best of it.  I put my point-n-shoot camera in my bag and snapped some pics of DC in spring.  Enjoy!

I gripe a lot about my commute, but it is really scenic.  I am blown away daily by the landscape and the monuments.  But that doesn't mean I won't bitch and complain about sitting in traffic.  Here are a few snapshots from yesterday morning.

Arlington House on the hill, Lady Bird Johnson is responsible for the fields of daffodils.  

Lincoln Memorial and Washington Monument, from the bridge.

Vietnam War Memorial

Albert Einstein.  He wears a Santa hat in December.

Happy Spring, everyone!

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Migrating Herds

The annual migration to Washington, DC, has begun.  In a tradition familiar to watchers of the National Geographic channel, Americans of all races, states, and economic means load up the family truckster and schools cram dozens of sweaty 8th graders into buses.  Educational spring break trips to Washington are underway. 

Itineraries will include a visit to the Capitol and (probably) a meeting with an elected representative, the Washington Monument, a cruise past the White House, and a visit to at least one Smithsonian Institution - all so the kids can claim the highlight of the trip was shopping at Pentagon City mall and ordering room service.

We locals curse the traffic (my commute time has doubled, ugh) but thank those that spend their hard earned money in our region.  Gotta run.  Time to watch tourists play Frogger on Henry Bacon Drive!

Monday, March 19, 2012


A good portion of my Facebook page and Twitter feed this morning has been consumed with the announcement that Peyton Manning is going to Denver to play for the Broncos.  Comments vary from those that love the Broncos but hate Manning, those that love Manning but hate the Broncos, those that hate both Manning and the Broncos, those that are pissed Manning didn't choose their team (Raiders fans, looking at you), and those that don't really care but feel compelled to comment because this is big NFL news (me).

Despite all the concerns voiced by Tim Tebow fans, this actually makes a lot of sense.  Tebow will be taken in the Rapture, which will happen prior to the end of the world in December (per the Mayan calendar).  The Broncos are doing the smart thing by signing someone to lead the team in his absence.  After all, no one knows when the Rapture will happen - right, Harold Camping?  

Friday, March 16, 2012

Baby steps

I have taken the first step toward the sell/buy/move we have planned:  I have rented the storage unit.  I haven't put anything in it yet, but it's rented.  I have also scheduled a handyman to start the yard long list of things to repair/replace before listing the Batcave for sale.  So that's something.

I'm pretty overwhelmed by the amount of stuff that needs to get done.  When we sold my condo, we did all the work ourselves.  Nine years later, we have less time and more commitments, so we are going to hire out most of the work.  It will likely cost less than marriage counseling and babysitters.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Screw you, spring!

I am refusing to give in to this beautiful weather we are having.  I know it's a trick.  A mind fuck to get us to think that it will be blue skies and 70 degrees so that we pack away all our cold weather gear - just in time for the temperature to slip back into the 30s.

To throw spring off, I am pretending to enjoy it.  I've opened the windows, worn short sleeves, gone for long walks at lunch time.  Hell, I've even admired the cherry blossoms and daffodils that line my commute (side note: Thanks, Lady Bird Johnson, for beautifying America's roadways!)  However, I know that this won't last and I'm keeping the coats, scarves, and gloves around.  Spring can suck up to me in mid-April.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Politics Is Ugly

Virginia has an open Senate seat this year.  After some soul searching, I have decided that I'm 98.5% sure I'm not running for the seat, mostly because I'm lazy, poor, and have skeletons in just about every closet in the Batcave.

After watching the George Allen "Macaca" video over and over again, I have found a candidate I can get behind.  Sadly, a Super PAC has begun running negative campaign ads against him:

And now this:

Politics is not for the feint of heart.

Hank for Senate!!

Friday, March 9, 2012

Today's accessory

With dark skinny jeans and a heather gray cowl neck sweater.

In other news, today is a pretty big day in pop culture history.  Fifteen years ago today, Buffy the Vampire Slayer debuted AND Notorious B.I.G. was gunned down.  

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Run for your lives!

Norovirus is holding the Washington, DC, region in a state of terror.  Schools have been closed, hand sanitizer has flown off store shelves, the nightly news runs regular updates on the current status.  So, of course, Batman came down with it.  We hate to miss a good infestation.  

I was home with him Monday and Wednesday, and The Spouse covered Tuesday.  Thankfully, he's back at school today.  I'm way behind on work, just stopping in to yell, "The Sky is Falling!!"

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

I'm a ho

I've turned into a sucker for shop at home parties.  I used to hate attending Mary Kay (no!  I DON'T want to be a Mary Kay lady), Pampered Chef (loved the food, but it was way too expensive for my broke ass), or any of the other shows that I was invited to attend.  I would politely decline unless backed into a corner.

Sometime in the past year, I relented, and now I am a shop-at-home-party slut. Bags?  Sure, I'm there!  Jewelry?  Yes, I'd love to host a party!  I have a problem.  I must stop.

This weekend, I co-hosted a lia sophia jewelry party with a friend (at her house, because the Batcave is a pit of dispair).  After hours of playing with sparkly things, two glasses of sangria, and a glass of champagne, I ordered way too much stuff, but got it for a STEAL as the hostess.  Shut your traps, haters!  When my order arrives, I'll post a photo.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Runaway Dog!

The Dynamic Duo have invented a new game they love to play more than anything else:  Runaway Dog.  This consists of screaming in the dogs' faces and/or chasing after them with a wiffle bat.  There is lots of shrieking, laughter, screaming, running, and stampeding involved.  I'm not sure that there is a goal, aside from creating a runaway dog.

You see where this is going, right?  It's only a matter of time until someone gets bit. We have warned them of this consequence, forbidden the game, done our best to distance the children from the dogs, and told Batman and Robin that if they get bit it is their own fault.  Finally, we told them that there would be shots.  Lots and lots of shots involved if they got bit by a dog.  That's the only thing that made an impression on them.

The other night, as we were reading Where the Wild Things Are, we noticed something.  Max plays Runaway Dog when he is creating mischief of one kind or another.  Let the wild rumpus begin!