Sabine’s Garden

At the time of this post three of the five hurricane forecast models used by wunderground were showing Dolly hitting Corpus Christi right on the nose… and I had a dandy buzz…

•  Wine - check
• 2 week supply of water for human and large dog - check
• 2 week supply of food for human and large dog - check (although it may get down to living on goldfish and granola bars)
• Mega butt load of assorted batteries - check
• Battery powered lanterns and flashlights, all with shiny new batteries installed - check
• Wine - check
• Ice Cream Bars - check (better eat them before the power goes out!) 
• Fancy Schmancy Emergency Weather Radio - check
• Full tank of gas in case I turn chicken shit and run - check
• Cut plywood, wood screws, charged cordless drill, gloves in case windows need to be boarded up - check
• Ability to climb ladder while holding plywood and set screws - hell no
• Ability to throw hundred dollar bills at landscaper to put up plywood on windows for me - check and sigh
• Wine - check, although supply depleting rapidly as I obsessively check Wunderground and various tropical weather resources
• Potential projectile missiles put away on the property - as soon as it cools off a little, though I’ll be smashed by then *hiccup* - chcek
• First aid kit - check
• Wine - check

Ummm, I think my life has changed a great deal, as I realize that five or so years ago the list would have read: Wine

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Edit: Four of the five hurricane forecast models have just been shifted quite far to the south… so I should have guessed that buying all of that hurricane preparation shite and clearing a path in the garage to the plywood would guarantee a shift in the same way that washing your car guarantees rain. Oh well, now I am finally albeit belatedly “ready” for herikane season. And I got to stomp around in my camo, organize my tools and feel like a badass in general.

Hopefully we will at least get some badly needed rain.

PS - whatever Lowe’s employee or naughty little factory booger thought it was amusing to set the Fancy emergency radio to “siren” so that when fitted with batteries, it would scream like a howler on crack and make everyone in the neighborhood dive for cover, well… there might be a few fervantly whispered prayers to the Gods that you should be infested with the fleas of eleventy bazillion camels.

My new friend Stephan has set up a blog (it’s good, you should go bookmark it), and I am loving his storytelling style. It’s got me inspired, and I so am thinking about writing some of my stories. Would ya’ll like that? I’m thinking of writing about my homeschooling and working with animals as a child, the story of how I became infamously known as “Paddle Woman” among the Port Aransas, Texas Constables, about TigerLily and I moving on a whim to Arizona and our crazy roadtrip through four states in two weeks time, and well, I have lots of good stories. What do you think about that idea? Would you enjoy reading an occassional story thrown in with my usual rantings?

In other news, TGIF! This week wasn’t nearly as crazy as last week, and I realized that My Life is Really Good when my dilemna yesterday was whether or not to go watch live music with friends at the park or go drum and hang with (other) friends at the beach. Dang, poor me. I opted to go to the beach, although we never did shut up long enough to start drumming, and were mostly wussy responsible working people who started getting whiney sleepy at 9:00 pm (*cough* I think I was the first one to yawn).

I am dreading seeing a doctor for the first time in a long time this afternoon, but then I get to go hang out with some friends at the Tango Tea Room tonight, so that should balance out. Tomorrow I am taking my sister TigerLily laptop shopping and I can’t wait to get her online (girlfriend hasn’t had access to the internet in over a year, how crazy is that?). The rest of the weekend is reserved for cleaning, organizing, and laying around in my pajamas doing as little as possible for extended periods of time. Mmmmm, that sounds so good right now.

What are you up to this weekend kiddos?

It’s day early, but I just couldn’t help myself. Enjoy…

Never again shall I endure you commenting on *my* moodiness, you farking glass house dweller. You are the moodiest person in this place, and possibly in the Entire Known Universe. When I am moody it is cute and endearing… (and I dare you to say otherwise, lest I use my jedi mind powers to make your head explode - see, cute huh?) When you are moody we all want to leave the country, join the circus, poke our eyeballs out, or hurl ourselves off the roof. Am leaving a bottle of Midol on your desk tomorrow. (HINT)

Two weeks ago I got a bonus check at work, which was (in theory) just enough to finish the master bathroom rennovation, completely rennovate the other bathroom, buy Grif’s leg braces, replace the flooring in two rooms and save a bit. (I’m still going to do all of those things, except for the flooring)

What have I done with that money so far? … Promised to help buy a laptop for a friend that is going to school (but she really needs it, no guilt or regrets there), ordered a nice rebounder (the one I had was old and poor quality, and therefor not so nice for my joints), and ordered more bellydance costuming (no excuse, I don’t have any performances for months). I’m embarassed to admit how hard it’s been to not buy this little sauna. And this costume. I’m still resisting on the costume. (WANT, WANT, WANT)

In light of this, you’ll see why I find the following comment I made to my mother last week so freaking hilarious.

“I have grown up so much. A few years ago I would have blown that money. Now I just want to do practical things with it and save as much as I can.”

Let us all issue forth a mighty HARRRRR together!

Hello friends. Did you have a good weekend? I surely did enjoy mine, it was all play. Friday night at Tango was great fun, and I got to meet the coolest parrot, Topaz. He sat on my arm forever and kept trying to kiss me. It made me want a parrot, but again, that wouldn’t be fair to the parrot (does anyone board parrots?). I really like the group that’s been assembling at Tango on Friday night - sort of a wide variety spiritual group.. even though our beliefs are very different, we learn from each other and mostly just have fun goofing off.

Saturday I didn’t feel very well, being very worn out and having CRAMPS FROM HELL, so I cuddled with my beloved heating pad (George) and watched many, many episodes of La Femme Nikita (the only tv show I was ever addicted to, which I now have every season of on my laptop). Saturday night I managed to medicate myself enough to get up and go see ACG’s band at Tango, and wow are they fabulous.

Sunday Tigerlily, LightShines and yours truly went to the circus. Which, WOW. WOW. *Squueeeeee* WOW. I was worse than any kid there. Excitement! Wonderment! So much Cotton Candy I could have powered a small city! I was just a blurry flash of giggling, bouncing pigtails. Honestly, if not for Griffin I would just sell the house and go join the circus. I’m totally serious. Obviously that is unrealistic, but I’ve warned them several times this week already at work that I have a backup plan lest they annoy me. Those are my people, that is the world I belong in. I already have my eye on a clown named Leo. You know what they say about men with big feet… Seriously, I could see myself being a carnie type. I’m wierd enough, and could probably scrape up enough talent to be useful. Since I cannot run away with them, I am reading Water for Elephants so that I can keep living in the magic of the circus for awhile. I’ve also found this week that with a little creativity, one can both honor professional attire and wear sequins.

In other news, the transmission on my seven month old SUV started slipping a few months ago and I finally just took it in today (after nearly gettng in a few accidents and being nagged non-stop by my protective male coworkers). Being sans wheels in freaking me the fark out and making me feel helpless and vunerable in a way that I cannot quite explain. I’m certain I can catch a ride with a coworker, but it is very strange to not know how I am going to get home. If it isn’t fixed by tomorrow I will demand a loaner car. I hope they are being gentle with my sweet Tallulah *sniff*…