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Posted by parsingtime on July 24, 2008

When Husband and I lived in Dallas we would go walk the Katy Trail several times a week. It was never really for exercise but more like time to be away from our cell phones, blackberrys, laptops, tv etc. and just catch up without distractions. I just reread that sentence and I know it sounds retarded, the need to catch up with someone you live with. Nevertheless, we enjoyed out little evening walks.  When we moved to Boston the five flights of stairs, miserably cold weather and having to walk to get anywhere rendered our walks unnecessary and un-enjoyable.

Since we have been back in the South we have reinstated the walks. Random aside, I’m walking most evenings and have joined a gym where I’m taking some crazy ass classes (kickboxing, power weights, pilates etc) and I’m starting to notice a difference in my body, finally.  Anyway, Husband and were out walking today and there was a woman out walking a Saint Bernard. A massive Saint Bernard. A massive Saint Bernard named Cujo.  Now why would you name your dog Cujo?  It is funny when you name your Pug Cujo but not your Saint Bernard or your Rottweiler.  Cujo was super excited to see us and decided his life would not be complete until he had committed assault and battery on two unsuspecting walkers.

He ESCAPED from his very complicated harness and basically ran in between Husband and I (Husband at this point was separated from me since big dogs are not his favorite thing) multiple times licking our shirts, legs and anything else he could get his long wet tongue on. The poor dog walker had to give him a sack full of treats to get his attention.

I have no real way to end this post. So I’ll just end with this conversation.

Scene: Two people lying on opposite ends of the couch with their legs stretched out to the other side.

Did you just smell my feet?


Why would you do that?

I was just curious. They smell fine.

Curious? Who is curious about how feet smell? You are so gross. And weird. You are so weird.



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Made in China

Posted by parsingtime on July 23, 2008

The blue screen of death decided to show its ugly face on my computer twice a couple of weeks ago so I ordered a new computer. I didn’t want to order a new computer but given that the adapter has to be duct taped into the computer in order to give it power and my entire work life resides on this computer Husband convinced me I had to for the sake of my business. My computer has been working fine for the last week or so but I’m backing up all the time and live in fear that one day it just won’t turn on.

I bought a Lenovo, formerly IBM. This will be my fourth IBM laptop. I got the first when right before I graduated from college. My second one was a hand me down from Husbands work that I burned on the stove in Boston. My current one is also a hand me down from Husband’s work and is a little over four years old (which is about the life of my laptops except for the ones that I burn). So this is my first new computer since 2001. Oh course, I can’t feel too bad about this being my fourth computer in eight years because I’m still driving the car that I got when I was sixteen. <Rolls Eyes at the lack of engine power in a 1996 Sentra>

I’m nervous about having a new computer. I feel like it is one of those unnecessary expenses especially while we have school debt in an amount that could pay for 45 second of the Iraq War or an entire house hanging over our heads. Well mine only really, because Husband has a much healthier attitude toward debt! Anyway, new computer will arrive sometime today or tomorrow and I found it’s journey to be fascinating. I know most things are made in China but this is the first time a product has come directly from China into my hands.

07/22/2008 11:46 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/22/2008 8:58 P.M. ARRIVAL SCAN
07/22/2008 4:16 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/22/2008 12:35 P.M. IMPORT SCAN
07/19/2008 1:59 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/18/2008 1:13 P.M. ARRIVAL SCAN
07/18/2008 10:45 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/18/2008 9:06 P.M. ARRIVAL SCAN
07/18/2008 5:08 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/17/2008 8:29 P.M. EXPORT SCAN
07/17/2008 8:27 P.M. EXPORT SCAN
07/17/2008 8:27 P.M. EXPORT SCAN
07/17/2008 2:20 P.M. DEPARTURE SCAN
07/17/2008 6:42 A.M. ORIGIN SCAN

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Posted by parsingtime on July 14, 2008

I’ve got nothing. I know things have been quiet over hear on ye olde blog but I seriously have nothing interesting to say. Of course if you want uninteresting then please let me tell you all about my trips to Wal-Mart, Target and Harris Teeter. They are thrilling.

Our furniture arrived and we are moved in. If anyone wants to send me someone with an eye for decoration I will gladly take it. I find the last 5% of moving in to be the most painful. Will this look good on this wall or is it overkill. Should I put my wooden Giraffes from South Africa here or does that wooden vase Husband bought be in Indonesia look better? I don’t know. I don’t care. But at the same time I wouldn’t mind if my apartment looked completely awesome.

I will tell you however what I’ve been eating for breakfast since I’ve been in Charlotte. I’ve been eating 1 part Bob’s Red Mill 10 Grain Hot Cereal to 3 parts oatmeal made with milk (calcium it’s good for you). I then add a squirt of Agave syrup which is some kind of low glycemic diabetic’s sugar (it is not processed, it’s a naturally occurring substance like honey), a bit of dry granola and some raspberries and for the first time ever I am full all morning.

Seriously try it…it tastes good and is good for you.

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House of Mirth

Posted by parsingtime on July 1, 2008

This should be an ode to Queen City my new home.

We arrived safe and sound in Queen City today after a harrowing two day car ride. And by harrowing I mean Husband and I behaved like five year olds (“stop looking at me,” “stop telling me how to drive,” “do you know any car games? Yes? <game playing ensues> “you’re cheating” “no you can’t just change the rules like that” “how come you aren’t talking to me?” etc etc). Clearly married people like us should not be in a car together for too long.

At the end of the trip was a lovely new apartment across from a lovely grocery store, with it’s own washer and dryer in the apartment with me not five floors down and across a courtyard. So overall Queen City was making a good impression on me. And then we went to Qdoba where this heinous girl (even Husband thought she just didn’t care and was sloppy), who I’m pretty sure doesn’t wash her hands made my stuff and gave me food poisoning.

I threw up what looked like diarrhea multiple times over. Poor Husband heard the retching and came in to hold my hair back and rub my back while I cried and then threw up and then cried again and threw up some more. It was like that time many years ago when I watched the House of Mirth with Random and I commented that the movie was so depressing it made me feel sick and then I was sick for the next eight hours.

Husband was a champion last night with the hair holding and getting of things from the grocery store. If he had been the one vomiting I probably would have closed the door and handed him things through a crack in the door.  I think the worst part about throwing up is not being able to breathe. You keep throwing up and you can’t catch your breath. I also don’t like to see stuff spew from my mouth like that since it looks like a scene from a horror movie.

Anyway, this morning I think I’m feeling better. I’m going to try to eat some dry toast and see how it goes. But seriously, Queen City? You are not endearing yourself to me.

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