Domestic Geek

What the hell is wrong with some people? This woman in Fort Worth, Texas hit a homeless man while strung out on Ecstasy, drove home with the man sticking out of her windshield, and left him in her garage to die. She did her boyfriend while the poor guy pleaded for help. Her "friends" then helped her dump the body. The chick was a nurse's aid to boot. The eight page Texas arrest warrent affidavit is here. I hope she gets the death penalty.

Those stupid clippers I bought at PetSmart broke right off the bat. I hope they'll take them back. Marcus and I are trying to do as much as possible with the old ones. Each dog is about half done. They look so funny. Skippy's backhalf is all shaved and he looks like a lion. Ursa's got little shaved patches all over. Skippy has really fine, staticy hair and Ursa has really corse, thick hair. Both are a pain to shave. I'll go with the original plan of finding some clippers at the feed store tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to finish them up more quickly.

I'm totally pooped. I got up at 5 this morning and had 14 batches of dough to do. It's what I was expecting, but I was sure hoping (for once) that they'd be slow. Oh, well. I need the money.

After I make myself some dinner here (leftover steak fajitas from Thursday evening), I'm probably going to shower and go to bed early. I hope I can actually get something accomplished tomorrow. I'm tired of wasting my days off feeling ill and sleeping.

1. What makes you homesick?
Not being able to sleep in my own bed with Marcus and my dogs.

2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom & Dad's house, particular state/city)?
For the first time in a long time, where I'm living now actually feels like home. No place I've lived since my folks lost their house has felt like home until this. Even though living in a "modular home" in a park isn't permanent, the house is ours, not something we're renting and will be moving out of in a year. I'll also always consider Colorado home. I can't imagine living anywhere else.

3. What makes it home for you? People? Things?
It's home because it is where I am comfortable. It's a blending of everything -- Marcus, my pets, my belongings. It wouldn't be "home" if any one of those things was missing.


4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise?
I'm not sure. How far is Hawaii from Denver, CO?

5. What are your plans for this weekend?
Same as usual. Work, work, and more work. Bleh! Hopefully Marcus will be available to hold down the dogs for some grooming.

Today totally sucked ass.

First I woke up stressed out after having some really bad nightmares. Then I had to drive to town in this totally dense fog. I had to deal with some dude at work that wanted to come into the store before they were open to work on the floors. He claimed he was there on behalf of the landlords. I told him I didn't have authority to let him in and he'd have to come back after 10 when the manager was there. Since I wasn't informed such a guy was coming, how was I to know if he was legit or if he was there to scope the place out to rob it or worse? He was a little ticked that I wouldn't let him in. Too bad.

After work I decided to head over to CollegeAmerica to take a look at the job board. It was snowing these weird little snowballs that felt like the styrofoam pellets in bean bag toys. Since the weather people said it was going to be a "light dusting" of snow today, I didn't think much about it. Of course, there are no jobs on the board. What else is new? I figured while I was in the neighborhood, I'd stop in at the JoAnn craft store up on Yale & Colorado. When I came out there was a full-fledged blizzard in progress! What the? Mike Nelson, the weather guy on KOA, says, "Oops, we goofed." Damn. I left the store at 2:30 and didn't get home until 5:45. What a disaster. I was so frazzled I stopped at a convenience store for about 15 minutes to use the restroom and relax. The roads totally sucked. No sand trucks, no plows, no nothing. Somebody died in a 30-40 car pileup on I-76. The accident list was absolutely huge. When I pulled up in front of my house, the storm was over, the sun was shining and there was even a rainbow in the Northwestern sky. I guess it really is true what they say about Colorado weather. If you don't like it wait a little, it will change.

So, here I am at home all alone. Marcus really wanted to go to the Apple store to get an upgrade for his Adobe Go-Live. I advised him to go tomorrow with the condition the streets were in, but he and his friend Mike are going anyway. So, I'll be in dreamland (hopefully not the same destination as last night) well before he gets home.

I picked up a new pair of dog clippers at PetSmart today. Why do replacement blades cost just as much as new clippers? I don't get it.

Well, I'm really tired. As soon as I do the Friday Five, I'm going to bed.

I'm seriously think of taking up yoga. Not only would it help me lose weight, it's supposed to relieve stress and tension. I am waaay too angry and frustrated lately.

I tried to start shaving the dog but the blades are dull. I'll toddle over to the feed store and see if they have any agricultural grade clippers. I swear Ursa's coat is a thick as a sheep. I also need to get some lunch. Maybe that will get me going. Except for a sink of dishes, I haven't done squat today.