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May 30, 2007

Dots in Boxes

Did you think I'd be making my regular long-winded posts in the next few weeks? Please.

  • Packing packing packing. So sick of packing. But damn if we're not way ahead of the game. I made my way to the dreaded basement yesterday. I wish I could say that I found something interesting in all my sorting and packing, but I didn't. Well, I think I found some new muscles in my ass that I'd never previously used.

  • My hair is about three inches shorter now than it was this morning.

  • I've realized something I'm going to miss about living here. I'm going to miss Snoopy, my neighbor dog. You know, the one who once had a weiner dog stuck on his weiner. In fact, I feel a little like I'm losing one of my pets. I've known him since he was a wee little puppy nearly six years ago. Tonight, while sitting in the backyard, I watched him running at approximately 83 MPH, in circles, barking his piddly little high-pitched girly bark. It's sort of like having my own teeny little gazelle in my backyard, and I'll miss that. I won't miss the racetrack he's made in my backyard, that's banked at the same angle as Talladega.

  • Speaking of dog-humping, I can't believe I forgot to mention this after the trip to my hometown. Clara Jane informed us that Rhonda, my parents' sweet Labrador who never did anything to hurt anyone and deserves nothing but peace and love in her life, had given a piggy-back ride to Chigger. Oh lord.

  • Speaking of Chigger, he has a thing for Hillary Duff.

  • Oh, and have I mentioned this?

  • The Cuz is coming to visit in July for a giant fundraiser extravaganza for her 3-Day team. I'll be pestering everyone for donations, so you've been warned. Also, so excited to be having company in the new house. My parents will be there the weekend after we move, but that doesn't quite count, for some reason. Probably because they won't be making Jello shot salad.

  • I'm fetching Clara Jane tomorrow. Did I get everything finished that I intended to finish in her absence? Of course not. But I got a lot done. So much so that we'll be hauling our asses to the coffeehouse on Friday and staying there all damn day long.

  • Oh, and I finished making my mom's Mother's Day socks, finally. They fit her hugely deformed feet. I think the right one is a size 3 an the left one is a 10. Still, cute socks.

  • B. just informed me that this is the 30th anniversary of the release of Smokey and the Bandit, the Citizen Kane of my people. Honestly, what do you think prompted me to own a Basset hound? My mom and I saw the movie in the theater with Grandpa Chuck, who was a trucker. We also took him to see Every Which Way but Loose. Ah, trucker movies. Why did they stop making trucker movies?

Posted by Robin at May 30, 2007 08:29 PM

Comments

May I please have the recipe for the jello shot salad? We are having our annual scavenger hunt this weekend and I think it would top off the meal that we plan to serve quite nicely.

Posted by: Melissa at May 30, 2007 11:52 PM

No more Snoopy :( He's such a stud, running around with his pack of bitches all day.

I'm finally getting my hair cut too, after not having done anything to it since November.

Posted by: Exena at May 31, 2007 07:45 AM

They don't make movies like Smokey and the Bandit anymore. I hope they do a 24 hour marathon coming up, cause I will be glued to the tv the whole time.

Cassie

Posted by: Cassie at May 31, 2007 12:41 PM

My parents' have a dog who tried to get a piggyback ride last weekend from my dog. My 16 year old neutered dog, Rex, was not amused.

Posted by: Amy in StL at May 31, 2007 02:57 PM

Piggy back ride. Chigger kills me. And evidently Rhonda as well.

I could watch Smokey and the Bandit seventy million times. Hell, I have watched it seventy million times.

Posted by: Dixie at May 31, 2007 03:30 PM

Apparently I'm slow today -- it took me a minute to figure out the "piggy back ride," but I giggled, even if I giggled late.

That movie is such a classic... So, does the 30th anniversary mean there'll be another collector's edition DVD box set? It'll make a great gift for My Mom, who hauled me to my first day of kindergarten in her Bandit Trans-Am and proudly reports that I sucessfully held off my anxiety so as not to puke in the car, but on the teacher instead.

Posted by: Debbie at June 1, 2007 05:06 PM