Eclectic Concepts II

The window people are coming to do the installation bright and early Tuesday morning. They told us to take down all the blinds/curtains and remove certain decorative wall hangings that are close by. Jason helped me with one friggin' window. Just one. Then he left for work. Bastard. I've got a long night ahead of me. Furthermore, my computer sits in front of a window. That means I'm going to be without the black hole, a.k.a the Internet, for close to a whole day because I'll have to move it. What the hell am I supposed to do while I have my morning java?

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and make the best of it.

The Cavs lost to Detroit tonight. Really good game. Close. Hopefully next time King James will step up and score some more points. I should have been rearranging furniture and taking down blinds instead of watching the Cavs miss game winning 3 pointers.

I taught Scooter Dog to catch a Frisbee today. Now I just have to teach him to release it from that big ass mouth of his. That's going to be the hard part, he's stingy when it comes to toys.

I still love my Zune. But I'm also still waiting for Fringes to send me some music. Hint hint!

My biological clock is tick, tick, ticking. I think I'm finally ready to begin the mating ritual for purposes other than fun. Now if I can just convince myself to stop taking that damn pill. For anyone thinking that I already have a child, he is my step-son. I need to have one of my own in order to mold him or her into my own personal slave.

For the second time in less than a month, my husband informed me that he wants to have a party. Don't get me wrong, I love having a house full of people. But this party is to watch Ultimate Fighting. Although I thoroughly enjoy watching those idiots beat the shit out of each other, I often find myself feeling super aggressive afterwards. I'll need to be on my best behavior to ensure I don't pick a fight with any of our guests. It will be difficult.

There is an ongoing debate in my head. Do I have to go to every single baseball game as long as someone from the family is there? I mean, it's not even June yet and I'm already feeling burned out from the little league drama. Can't I pass on a few? Tonight I left early and it felt good. I'm such a rebel. Or maybe I'm just a wicked step-mother.

Elliot Yamin (3rd runner up from last season's American Idol, remember?) sounds a lot like Donny Hathaway. To me, anyways. Jason says absolutely not, not at all.

A few weeks ago I put some Hawaiian bread out in the lawn for the birds. They didn't like it, I suppose, because it sat out there for days. Maybe it was too sweet for the birdie palate? Scrappy Dog scarfed it down whenever he managed to bolt out of the front door. So he, evidently, loved the bread. Yesterday I put out some plane 'ol white bread and this morning I watched the birds come and go for every single morsel. I guess birds like bland food.

Although I could go on all night with my random thought patterns, I need to shut my computer down, move this desk and take down the blinds. Only two more rooms to go before I can retire for the night :)