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The afternoon guys on the radio on my drive home from work today were talking about women breast feeding in public. The main dj basically said he felt it was only natural (animal instict, he says) for a guy to oggle a woman’s breast should she just whip it out in public, regardless of the reason. His sidekick didn’t agree. He felt as though one should have enough tact - especially since breastfeeding is natural - that a guy should be able to overcome his need to scope said chickie out. The main dj argued, “Why should I have to distinguish between boobs in a sexual sense and boobs with a kid attached to it? She’s whipping a boob out in public! Expect to get stared at!” What say you?

I had posted about the Supreme Court’s new ruling regarding businesses being able to rip your house out from underneath you, regardless of what you think of it. Matt posted a comment on my post I wrote, with the most awesome story I’ve read in a long time - a land developer has decided he wants to build a hotel on one of the Supreme Court Judge’s property! Read more here! Lemme know what you think. I wonder what the Judge thinks of his new law he voted for?

I’ve asked a couple of friends this question, and I want your opinion on it. Let’s say you’ve been friends with someone for years - you have tons in common, you just click and think so alike said person - what makes this just.. go away over time? Why do friendships fade?

Off our living room and balcony, there’s a heavy wooded area. We don’t see many birds, which I find strange, but I did manage to capture two cute little squirrels grooming eachother.

A couple of weeks ago, I had posted this story I found on CNN, regarding a dog this family had, which wound up killing the boy in the family. Looks like mom’s been charged.

I read this story today, and was pretty unimpressed. Basically, the Supreme Court ruled today that the government can step in and take away your house, regardless of whether you want to sell it to them or not, to make way for business opportunities. What *is* that? I buy property, I own a house and a yard, and Starbucks decides, “Hey. Our 1,554,995th store would look superb on this corner where your house is. We want it.” and that’s just it?

I don’t get women. I think admittedly, we’re the grossest creatures in the world when it comes to bathroom etiquette. I’ve witnessed it too many times. Women look all innocent, y’all, but when we get into the bathroom, something changes. It’s like our inner heathen comes out and we just let ‘er rip. Literally, in some cases.

I’m in the bathroom at work today. I step into the stall, unzip, and proceed to do my thing. It’s just me and another gal in the next stall over.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

Me: *blinkblink*

“OH MY G- UUUUUUUUUUGH. Whew.”

At this point, I’m feeling violated in my own little space, and proceed to hurry the hell out of there because I don’t want to face homegirl in the next stall over. My company’s pretty small. I don’t want to be scarred like that. I think I’m just about in the clear, when girlie walks out of the stall. Unfortunately, I caught a glimpse. She was fanning herself.

“WHEW! I tell you what.”

Me: Please don’t. (thinking: . o O (I don’t need to hear your FECES MAKING AN ENTRANCE INTO THIS WORLD.

So gross, people. I’d rather you strap on a Depend and do your thing in your cube. At least then it’d be semi-private. Try to remember if you’re ever in a situation where it’s crucial and you’re having to haul to the ladies loo because you think it’s going to be one to make noise on the way out: Courtesy flush. Thanks.

Matt passed me the music baton, and I’m just now getting around to doing it. Shame on me.

What is my total volume of music?

I have maybe thirty cds. On my machine, I’ve got 336 songs, a running time of 1:06:11:57, which takes up 2.03 gigs.

What is the last CD I bought?

Some compilation by Sasha. I can’t even remember it, that’s how good it was. =P

What song is playing right now?

The music voice of Matt chatting with Wade and Paul via Skype.

What five songs do I listen to a lot because they are special to me?

Autumn Sweater by Yo La Tengo - It’s the song the fiance’ declared as ours shortly before meeting in person two years ago.

West End Girls - Pet Shop Boys - This song reminds me a lot of eighth grade, hanging with Charity. It was probably one of the best times in my childhood that I can remember.

On The Turning Away - Pink Floyd - This was one of the first songs I’d ever heard from Pink Floyd, and it got me hooked.

Losing My Religion - REM - This song kind of got me into a more “alternative” music mindset. I grew up in rural Kansas, and heard this song while away at church camp. Heh. Funny. Anyway, I discovered ROCK MUSIC! Woo! Been hooked ever since.

Triodion album - Arvo Part - This clasps my soul like nothing I’ve ever heard. If I want to become closer to God in a moment, I feel this brings me there. It captures a piece of me no music has ever accomplished.

Five people I’m passing the musical baton to.

Leslie
Charity
Dag
Christine
Misha

Oh, how this day sucked. Let’s see. The last week, I’ve done nothing but gain some weight and eat like crap, and didn’t really care much. In fact, it’s continued into this week. Today’s feature: Mexican food with a ton of cheese. You can bet that one’s going straight to the ass.

What I thought would be fun weekend plans shared by both parties isn’t going to happen. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

It took me nearly an hour to go twenty-four miles. Oh, how I loathe the stupid drivers of the Northwest. When the hell is 217 going to get done, anyway?

I walk in the door, only to get handed a $65 receipt from the vet’s office. A couple of weeks ago, we took Gatts in for ear mites. Treatment + office visit = $85. Three days later, we discover Rowena has something wrong with her eye. Another office visit to find out she scratched her cornea. Tests + medicine + office visit = $154. The vet tells us she wants to see Rowena in a week, i.e. today. Matt took her in, and they apparently nailed him $65. A closer look at the receipt revealed a charge for a test that was inquired about, but never given. The other $32 of that was for a “follow up office visit.” I find this ridiculous. I see it like this: I take my pet in to the vet to get cured. I pay for the office visit, the medicine, etc. If you want my cat to come back so you can make sure the cat is cured, that is all part of what I paid for initially. This $32 here and there crap is nuts. We’re supposed to take Gatts back in Saturday (I’m sure Saturday will be extra as it is on a weekend!) so they can make sure her mites are gone, but I don’t think I’m going to do it. She’s not been scratching and the scab that was on the back of her ear from her scratching so much, is gone.

The man and I had a disagreement about the vet bill. His opinion: We can either accept whatever they charge, or find someplace that doesn’t charge for follow up visits. It isn’t worth mentioning, however, because it won’t change anything. My opinion: Oh, I’m going to mention it alright, because it’s bogus. And even if it doesn’t get me anywhere, at least I’ll feel better afterward. To me, not saying anything is basically saying you’re in agreement with their exhorbant fees and would continue to pay it again and again. No way.

My computer has the battery life of maybe five minutes, at this point. I’m forced to use Safari because Firefox eats my memory and it makes even typing this post difficult due to the incredible lag.

Needless to say, I’d much rather be on the beach somewhere with a nice bottle of booze. Happy Tuesday.

I thought I’d share with you one of my favourite summer dishes thus far. If you’re looking for a light pasta dish, this lemon spaghetti with basil will work for you. I combine this dish with a caprese salad, which consists of vine-ripened tomatoes, mozarrella cheese, olive oil, salt, pepper, lemon juice, and, of course, basil. If you’d like recipes, please let me know. I’ll be more than happy to hand ‘em over.