Be Nice

I have disengaged somewhat from politics since the end of the election season because I was both burned out and just wanted to sit back and see what happened post-election. As predicted, the GOP, particularly the far right, has collectively lost its shit and *gone rogue* in the most hilarious, yet frightening, way possible. This makes me sad, because, while I love schadenfreude with my all of heart and soul, I also love intelligent discourse, and that seems to have gone out the window. This is what happens when people’s entire rhetorical strategy is to talk the loudest. I can imagine how frustrating it might be to be a conservative who actually wants to talk about policy and issues, not hyperbole and misconceptions. → continue reading

We Interrupt These Road Trip Ramblings…

…to inform you that I went into the bathroom this morning to take a shower, and there, on the bathmath, was a FUCKING DEAD MOUSE.

Yeah, I know.  I screamed, too.

No, I didn’t take a picture of it.  I was too busy trying to calculate my next move.

Let me preface this by saying that I hate, hate, HATE rodents of all types. Their fur is dirty and gross, their beady eyes are menacing, and they clearly have ulterior motives.  Last summer I got up to pee in the middle of the night while on family vacation in Minnesota and came face to face with a small brown mouse.  As it was 2AM, I tried not to scream, just peed while holding my feet as far off the ground as possible without sacrificing fighting position, then ran and jumped back into bed and told Chris about it.  I spent the rest of the vacation terrified that this same brown mouse would run over my face at night, gnaw my eyes out, and infect me with rabies while doing so.

Also, I hate bunnies.

You can imagine what it was like when I spied a possum on my back porch one night last year.  I screamed, then locked myself in our bedroom until Chris came home and could declare an all-clear.  Have you seen a possum’s nose?  Or their long tail?  Disgusting.

Here’s the thing.  I know rodents are smaller than me and *allegedly* more frightened of me than vice versa.  Bullshit.  Those things resent being lower on the food chain and the target of cartoon ridicule, and they’ll mercilessly spread disease and pestilence until they feel they have compensated the memory of their forefathers.

So, yeah.  I’m not trying to have a faceoff with a mouse, rat, squirrel, possum, feral hamster or guinea pig, or any of their disgusting ilk.  Or rabbits.  So I picked that motherfucker up with a broom and a dustpan and threw it in the yard and am TRYING to get on with my day.  I just thought you should know that no matter what Walt Disney tries to brainwash you into thinking, you CANNOT trust a rodent.  Even a dead one.

Very Last Minute

It’s actually almost 1 here in Asheville.  We got served by a 1 1/2 hour detour only about an hour outside of Asheville.   Didn’t get here until about 12:30 after eating, so I’m technically good for Friday by seven minutes, MO time.  Will document more of our adventure tomorrow.

Road Trip

First off, as promised, check out my take on an underground supper club here in St Louis in this week’s Novice Foodie. I can’t say enough good things about my meal and the entire experience.

Chris and I up and decided to take an impromptu road trip this weekend.  We have a long tradition of road trippin’ that we started the summer between us getting engaged and getting married, when we spent almost a month on the road driving out to and up the West Coast.  Almost every summer, we’ve done some long trip together, except last summer, when I was working.  These trips are an adventure and help us recharge ourselves and our relationship.  It’s been a while since we had that feeling of adventure, so we decided that Chris would take a day off and we’d just drive with only the skeleton of a plan.  We have great conversation and communication when we’re in the car for long periods of time.  We take turns picking music, get shitty gas station snacks like beef jerky and slushies, take pictures, and watch the landscape change.  It is extremely therapeutic.

We decided to drive out to Charlotte, North Carolina.  Our friends Josh and Michelle and their daughter, Ansley, moved out there a while ago, and we miss hanging out with them immensely.  Josh and Michelle were not going to come home for the holidays this year, so we decided to go see them so we can talk about pop culture, listen to music, and get insanely competitive in board games.  Tentatively we’re going to drive halfway Friday, stay in Nashville, drive the rest of the way Saturday, stay with Josh and Michelle on Saturday night.  Leave Sunday afternoon, drive to Louisville, stay the night, drive back Monday.  This is all up for debate though.  Any of y’all have suggestions on (especially) dining or things to see/do in any of those towns or in those general areas, leave a comment, please.  We are flexible about everything except the final destination being Charlotte.

New Television Addiction

Sons_of_Anarchy_PosterYou may have noticed that recently all I do is bitch about the fact that I feel shitty but I’M NOT PREGNANT.  And I’m not pregnant.  But because I felt shitty yesterday and seriously couldn’t do much but lay and bed and wait for the nausea to pass (it didn’t for about eight hours), I decided to start watching FX’s show Sons of Anarchy because I had heard good things and it completely slipped under my radar. If you are a fan of The Sopranos or Deadwood, you should watch this show.  Let me present my argument in convenient-to-read list form, favorite of rushed bloggers everywhere.

Reasons Why You Should Watch Sons of Anarchy → continue reading

I Am Terrible at this Daily Posting

I thought I was going to puke for the majority of the day.  Missed the kickball tournament.  Missed most of the beautiful day outside.  Got nothing done except some knitting and made stock.  Hopefully more tomorrow.

Saturday Night Live

It’s late on Saturday night, and I just got back from an unreal dinner at an underground supper club.  Watch for my column on it in Tuesday’s Novice Foodie.  Thanks to Matt for the invite, and the whole team who put on the event.  Great food, great company, great conversation.  I can only hope my column does the food justice.

I’m off to put on sweatpants and watch shitty television, then rest up for our kickball tournament tomorrow, as well as some garden maintenance and garlic planting.  We’ll see how it goes.

Bigger! Better! post tomorrow.

Four Awesome Busch-League Commercials

I watch a lot of Law & Order, which is on either on TNT or sketchy channels that have ridiculous commercials because they’re so damn cheap.  Some of them blow my mind.  I wonder if the people who make them actually have marketing degrees, or work at a marketing agency, or if the owners of these companies just have their friends make up the commercials while they’re working on their Geocities page. ( Oh, sorry, I forgot Geocities is over.  TOO SOON.  I’m very insensitive.)

Anyway, I get it that some of you work or don’t like Christopher Meloni after Oz or whatever so you may not have seen these.  Luckily, as usual, the YouTubes will help you fill the gap in your pop cultural knowledge. → continue reading

A Night at the Symphony

Duggar Orchestra

Friday night, Chris and I were lucky enough to go to the St Louis Symphony Orchestra as guests for their third Bloggers Night.  This was my first time attending the symphony in St Louis, but not attending a symphony.  I’d seen several during my time playing violin.  However, I’ve been disengaged from any type of musical performance outside of karaoke at Double D’s since I graduated high school.  I’m pretty sure if I picked up a violin right now, I’d sound no better than the Duggar orchestra, sawing out their rendition of “Amazing Grace”.

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Worms, Worms, Worms

200236712-001It has rained every day since I can remember. It’s far and away the wettest October here on record.  Last night, it rained an inch in a half hour.  This is not a great way to enjoy your new work-from-home situation.  As it stands, I’m cooped up in here with a dog who doesn’t understand that me being home doesn’t mean we’re going to run in fields of gold every day until he’s tired, which means he looks at me and whines to go out every 20 minutes.  Then he goes on the porch and realizes that its really fucking wet out there and kinda half-asses it like maybe if he just sticks his nose out and get it wet that he can get away with NOT getting his precious fur coat wet but still get a treat out of me.    Every 20 minutes, no joke.  I just BRIBED MY DOG, y’all, with a bone filled with peanut butter so he’d quit whining long enough for me to type this.  I am a sucker.  Also, he pooped inside this week while I was at my boss’s place and THEN ATE IT. → continue reading