Thursday/Friday July 22, 2004 ~ 2:52 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedFour-day workweek makes Thursdays seem like Fridays. Which is always a good thing. It means in two hours, I get out of here for a four-day weekend. I’m taking Monday off work because I’m baby-sitting Rick’s youngest until the wee hours of Monday morning while he takes the oldest to camp upstate. And I figured, I’m going to be tired, why hike into work and be worthless when the kid and I can sit together and watch Rick’s softball games on Monday? So that’s the plan.
Also cat-sitting for Jordana starting Saturday. All that means is that I go over to her house once a day to make sure the cat has some food and water, and then I get to play in her backyard. And maybe grill something. I mean, the King of Charcoal needs to burn stuff, right? So maybe we’ll make a night of it next week and go over, Rick, the youngest, and me.
I wish it was 5…
Done, I think July 21, 2004 ~ 6:48 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedIt’s taken almost 3 hours, but I think everything is back to normal. Now, at 6:50, I will leave my office. I am cramped from huddling over the computer for all this time, and in desparate need of a beer.
If you see that anything important is missing, let me know. Because I will probably go home, change, grab that beer, and get on AIM and MSN Messenger…
Yep, we’ve crashed July 21, 2004 ~ 4:16 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedSo I’m currently using the generic Blogger template. I’ll do my best to get the old stuff back up asap. That’ll teach me not to save the damn template to a hard drive, won’t it?
Blogger woes July 21, 2004 ~ 3:43 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedThis post could crash the blog. Really. I was moving some stuff around on my template, and as per usual, Blogger froze. So now when I try to bring the template up, it doesn’t load. It may be there and hiding, or it may not be there. In which case the next time I republish, the blog could be finito. We’ll see. Somedays, I really hate Blogger.
The Lunchmeat Cowboy July 21, 2004 ~ 1:56 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedMy cat Joe (yeah, he’s named after JTE) is 11. He’s all black, and very vocal, just like a Siamese. Joe has never really had an interest in people food. He might want to lick it, just to feel like he’s not missing anything, but that’s the extent of it. Until the past two weeks.
Suddenly, he’s decided that people food is good. Julie’s having a hotdog? He wants some. And he eats it, which is the surprising thing. I figured I would give him a little piece just to show him he doesn’t want it, but nooo. I had trout, he wanted trout. I gave him some. He’s a cat. He likes fish. Okay. Last night I was muching on a piece of ham, he wanted that. And he yowls to let you know it. His weirdest new taste so far is maple syrup. I have no idea where that came from, but if Jesse can eat Oreos, I guess Joe can eat maple syrup.
I’m not giving him too much of any of these foods, mind you. Just a taste. But he’s eating it, and that’s the weird part. Is he going through a kitty mid-life crisis? I don’t know. But he’s putting the Naked Cowboy to shame “singing” for his food. His singing is why I named him Joe in the first place, come to think of it. It could be worse, I guess. My mom has a cat that eats spaghetti and mashed potatoes. I just live with the Lunchmeat Cowboy.
The Eyes have it. July 21, 2004 ~ 11:37 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedWell, I had my two-month visit to my eye doctor today. Let me just start off by saying that the sign hanging above his door outside is a pair of spectacled eyes, and I have never once been able to see them without thinking of a similar sign in Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby. “The eyes of Dr….” I wish I could remember the doctor’s name. Help, someone?
Anyway, good news from my doc. Apparently my left eye is back to normal and my right eye is looking a lot better. He said that I don’t have to come back until November, I won’t have to have the punctal occlusion, and as soon as I feel 100% back to normal, I can finally lay off the medicine. I know it will be a while before that happens, but it’s great that there’s finally progress. I mean, the whole corneal erosion thing started way back in October or November…it’s been a long time. But the end is finally in sight (pardon the pun), so I’m happy.
And being able to come into work two hours late this morning also improved my mood. 
Serenade to my bug bites. July 20, 2004 ~ 8:15 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedA song I just made up while Kim L. and I were chatting. In honor of the five million mosquito and noseeum bites I got this past weekend (And you can sing it to any tune you want to. In my head, it was kind of a monotone country song.):
“I have so many mosquito bites…They reallyreallyreallyreally itch.And if I keep scratching them till they bleed…I’m gonna be one bloody mad bitch.
Itchy itchy itchy itchy itchy
bitchy bitchy bitchy bitchy bitchy
I hate the bug bites. They really suck.
I want to kill all the mosquitos, I really don’t give a fuck.”
Thankyou. Thankyouverymuch. Until next time, and there will be a next time…
air conditioning is gooood. July 20, 2004 ~ 7:39 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedIt’s so humid out, the first thing I did when I got home was put the air on. Because I can do that now. And it feels goooood. Just thought I’d share that.
Neck still hurts July 19, 2004 ~ 12:13 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedIsn’t it amazing, that stupidity only is realized after you do it, not while you’re doing it? At least in my case. The neck still hurts. Oh well…gotta take an advil, I guess.
Open question to my Lep fan base: is there anyplace you would recommend getting bootlegs from? I would love to have a boot of the Irving Plaza show or shows 1 and 3 from the Beacon in NYC, or Joe’s birthday show at Jones Beach. All of those are special to me…the Irving Plaza show because I won the tickets to it, the Beacon shows because they were so intimate (and show 1 was Rick’s first Lep concert), and Jones Beach because it was Rick’s 2nd Lep concert. So, if you have any ideas, I’d love to hear them.
Also, what IM are you all hanging out on? I generally have MSN on, but also have AOL IM, and somewhere Yahoo… Anyone wanna chat some night?
Back to work. Although I have to get up from this desk soon…sitting here hunched over can’t be good for my neck.
Ouch. July 18, 2004 ~ 11:17 pm
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , comments closedLori and I spent various parts of yesterday afternoon (the parts where we weren’t reading plays) acting like idiots around the pool. Part of the idiot-fest was surfing on foam rafts - you know, you jump out from the side of the pool, land on the raft, and see how long you can stay upright. Then we decided that wasn’t good enough, so we started doing flips from the side of the pool onto the rafts. Finally, we reached an all new height of stupidity. Lori said “Why don’t you put me on your shoulders and then jump in the pool?” So we did. I’d sit down on the little wall beside the pool, Lori would get on my shoulders, chicken-fight style, I’d stagger the two steps to the side of the pool, and jump in. It was fun. And let me tell you, I sunk like a frickin’ stone. A couple of times, my ass hit the bottom of the pool (it’s about 7′ deep where we were jumping in). Thought nothing of it until this morning, when I woke up with a sore neck. At first we thought it was from the chicken-fights we had last night, but then my Brilliant Boyfriend asked if I was carrying anyone on my shoulders in the fights, and I said “No.” And then it dawned on me. I wasn’t carrying anyone on my shoulders in the pool. But I was by the side of the pool, and jumping into the pool. At least 5 times. As Rick said “Thank God Lori’s so damn skinny.” But really, her 105 and my 135 pounds are not that far apart, if I’m carrying her on my shoulders. I’m a moron. But it was fun.
I saw Rick tonight. Stopped by his house when I got dropped off by my friendly Playwright’s Group Carpool. Because I missed him. I missed him so much, I hiked a half mile from the house I was staying at this afternoon to the hill that is the only place I can get cell phone reception while I’m there, stood in a field with knee-deep grass and bugs of all kinds, and talked to him for 20 minutes in the drizzle. That’s when you know it’s love. If I come down with Lyme Disease because of bites I received in the field, I will hold that guilt over his head. My family’s Irish. I can do that.
And finally, if you popped by Thursday night you might have seen a post about Evil Julie (EJ, for short). I took it down, because it involved someone that I try to be courteous about, just because she has ties to three of the most important people in my life. But I’m still laughing about it. So if you go to the New York Times online, and check out the review for Elton John’s concert at Radio City (I believe the article is dated July 15), and read the last paragraph of it, you’ll know why I was laughing so hard at another’s misfortune. Maybe. If you know me and the bizarre situation that is my life.
Alright, I’m going to bed. I know this doesn’t make sense, but I’m too tired to fix it. Night, all.
