Category: Crankypantsing

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They Lied!

Shelly

Jupiter's Clouds from New Horizons
Jupiter’s Clouds from New Horizons
Credit: NASA, Johns Hopkins U. APL, SWRI

So much for listening to coworkers, instead of actually consulting with the weather folks. Not only did it not frost this weekend, but I had to turn on the AC last night to cool my apartment down enough to sleep. Today, it’s supposed to be in the 80s. At least the clouds seem to be thinning. I was able to see stars when I was out with the dog this morning, which was nice.

Hrmf.

In other news, I’m cat sitting again this weekend, but only a short stint. And I may have picked up a new client. We’re doing a trial run while they’re out of town on a short trip. I got to meet the kittens yesterday, and they are Teh Cute. A tortie and a tuxedo. The tortie reminded me of Polkadottie. She’s about the same shade with the same mix of orange vs. black.

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Polkadottie Sleeping

Crankypantsing

Seasonal Wardrobes

Shelly

I’ve been a little (okay, a lot) grumpy about the continuing hot weather we’ve been having. Somehow, mid-90s in October just seems very, very wrong. I was complaining about the heat to a friend, who said she was happy about it, because it meant that she didn’t have to put away her summer clothes yet.

Summer clothes? What the hell are those? Seriously. It’s so cold at work that I couldn’t wear them if I wanted to, so I wear jeans and T-shirts year round and keep a hoodie on the back of my chair for days when I get chilled. Proper layering is key. Proper layering also means that I don’t own an actual coat. I just add another hoodie when it gets truly cold, and gloves, hat, and a scarf if I’m going to be outside for long.

Anyway, I thought it was kind of funny that my friend is complaining about having to get out her winter wardrobe and coat, while I’ve been wearing mine all summer.

Crankypantsing

Drip Drip Drip

Shelly

It rained and rained and rained last night, thankfully right after I’d gotten back from my evening Unionville run. At one point, it was so windy and rainy that when I looked outside, I couldn’t tell what direction the rain was going. There were just swirls and clouds of thick grey everywhere. Thankfully, it settled down quickly.

I waited until the rain slacked off, then went downstairs to do a load of laundry. When I got to the laundry room, there was glass on the floor. The globe from the ceiling fan had shattered. There was also water everywhere, because the back wall, where the dryers are vented, was leaking. All over the electric meters! Drip drip drip + electricity = bad!

In other news, my last post got stuck in la-la land, and the RSS feed is not picking it up. Hrmf!

Cemeteries, Crankypantsing, Photography

Effin’ Car Alarms!

Shelly

I hate them, I do. Really and truly. It’s bad enough when they go off during “normalish” hours, but 4am? Does anyone ever pay attention to them, anyway? It seems that they are so ubiquitous that it defeats the purpose of having one.

And my new neighbors? Noisy as hell. They also have two out-of-control Pit Bulls, and they have absolutely no common sense about handling the dogs. Across-the-hall neighbor says they let the dogs pee when they’re on the balcony, so it drips down onto her patio. Nice. She also said that she’s seen them bring their dogs to my patio to relieve themselves. I wondered who was leaving the messes, because I did notice, and because I damned well pick up after my own dog. And now I pick up after everyone else’s, too, apparently. I’m sorry, but if you are squeamish about it, the least you could do is take your dog to the far side of the field, instead of right-friggin’-next-to other people’s patios.

Grrr. Across-the-hall neighbor works for the property management company. She said that a 57 year old woman was the one who put in the application, etc., not two college age girls and their boyfriends. She said she was pretty happy, thinking that the new tenant (singular!) would be quiet. Ha! My guess is that the girls’ mother is the one who applied for the apartment and signed all the paperwork. I can sort of understand that, if she’s the one footing the bill, but it seems a little dishonest to sign a lease when you know that you aren’t the one who’s going to be occupying the property.

Serenity now!

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Maple Tree, Mount Gilead Cemetery

Crankypantsing, Photography

How I Spent My Weekend

Shelly

I spent some more time this weekend in Owen County. I didn’t take many photos, though, because it was just too disgusting and depressing. When we got there on Saturday, we found that there were new holes in the master bedroom walls and the trash we’d picked up, bagged, and stacked last weekend was strewn all over the place again.

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Spider and Bath Tub Drain

At one point on Saturday, the couple who had been living in the trailer we’ve been cleaning out showed up. Not a word of apology for demolishing the place and leaving a disgusting pig sty for other people to clean up. Not a mention of the puppy they abandoned or the kitten they left locked inside the trailer with no food or water. Not one word. They just said that they were there to pick up some things and that they’d be back later for the big stuff.

Today, when we got there, the mirror in the master bath was smashed, along with a globe from one of the lights. They did, indeed, come back for the big stuff, and they trashed the place some more while they were at it. What the hell is wrong with these people?

I’m finding it kind of difficult right now to feel very sympathetic toward them.

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The Scream (child’s drawing on the front steps to the trailer)

The kids–there were three of them–drew on everything within reach: floors, walls, cupboard doors, and the front steps. Mostly, it was the same screaming face, which was kind of creepy.

Crankypantsing, Ladybusiness

Phil’s Hair is Getting Larger

Shelly

Phil Spector's Hair Is Getting Larger

I will be very glad when the Phil Spector trial is over and his hair is no longer at the top of the Google entertainment news page.

I’m also getting tired of hearing about Britney’s fat ass. I know this is going to come as a shock to many people, but she’s not fat, folks. I also thought that the comments Sarah Silverman made about her were way, way, way out of line. If her life is a bit of a mess (or even a lot of a mess), she probably knows it and does not need to have the whole world pointing it out to her.

And really, when you have someone like Kayne West defending her, you really have to stop and wonder if all the criticism is appropriate.

Crankypantsing, Photography

O Ick

Shelly

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Mossy and Chaste

Did I mention that I renewed my lease? Well, I did, and not two days later, new tenants moved in across the hall from Mr. Upstairs. They are stompers, so every time they go up or down the stairs, the entire building knows about it. They are also stinky. Saturday evening and Sunday morning, the hallway reeked of really, really skunky pot. Then, Monday afternoon, it smelled like rancid garlic. This morning, it smelled like cheap-assed incense. I wonder if the incense had anything to do with the sneezing fit I had after returning from walking Miss Brown?

I just hope that our hallway doesn’t end up smelling like the main hall did after the Bumpasses moved in. It used to smell like clean laundry, but now it smells like rancid cigarette smoke. Someone keeps leaving the main door open, which makes me laugh. I’d want to air it out, too, if I lived over there.