Odd thing...

It's funny how perceptions differ from one place to another.

A girlfriend told me she'd been out on the family ranch in Abilene and let her 5 year old nephew choose her traveling ensemble for the flight home. He opted for the brown and lime green cowgirl boots with the white eyelet dress. She shrugged and said "looks great to me, buddy!" and wore them as instructed. She said walking through the airport in Abilene, passersby said "I like your dress" or "great boots!" She got off the plane and walked through the terminal at DFW and eyebrows raised and she felt all and sundry were ready to cock a snot at her sartorial selections.

Screw 'em.

I got all gussied up for an interview Friday with a company in a place Elsewhere from Dallas. I did well in the interview. The interviewer made mention that casual was also allowed at this company. As in shorts-and-flip-flops casual.

I had to come back Monday for a follow-up thingie, so I made free to wear a flouncy skirt with my black Lucchese boots and a linen top with some fabulous Zuni turquoise jewelry. That may not have flown in Dallas for a job interview, and that sets me to wondering why you'd stay here if you have the choice to be Elsewhere. I stepped through the doorway for the interview Monday morning and some random woman started raving about all my gear. I knew I was in the right place.

I'm gonna like that town, and it's gonna love me.

if katrina happened because gwb hates black people...

...does that mean that fargo flooded because barack obama hates white people?

This Tornado Loves You

...from Neko Case's new cd Middle Cyclone



Yays! Good new music for a roadtrip weekend.
Grab your bonnet and run out and buy this cd.

It's not nice to fool Mother Nature

Judging by recent events meteorological, Mother Nature hasn't gotten Al Gore's memos.

Tuesday I got tested for tuberculosis...

I asked the guy if they still do that test with the four little spots, and he scoffed and said I was about four decades behind on that. Well, uh, I remember the tine test, and it was not any 40 years ago, thank you very much. Call me fragile, but I take umbrage at a 50-something man acting like I'm some out-dated old fart. Schmuck.

I had to go back Thursday morning to have them look at the spot on my arm where they'd given me the test and it seemed a good moment to elbow back. I really got their attention when I said "it's supposed to be green and pus-filled, right?"

Their eyes got big.

*hyuk*

Anyway, feel free to read my blog. I'm devoid of Tb. You're quite safe here.

ZOMG! Lookie here:

...at John Fluevog's car. Jaguar MK 10, re-imagined by my favorite shoe mogul. I'm loving the retro colors and graphic novel proportions. Chopping the top was a good idea, in this case. Who would you rather trust with your feet than the man who drives this down the street? Sweet!

Also, he has these new limited edition silver shoes (yeah, made for men, but I'm flexible) which are calling out to my inner pimp. Am seriously slobbering, here. Actually, ANY shoe with this high-sheen silver finish leather would get my motor running. That's just the kind of hairpin I am.

I really am too accommodating...

Tuesday, a resident's moment of inattention resulted in an event which caused many thousands of dollars damage to theirs and the surrounding apartments. Late afternoon a knock at my door alerted me to something unusual on property. Stepping outside my door, I saw no less than 7 emergency vehicles at my gates.

This has never happened here, to my knowledge.

The fire set tufts of smoke billowing from an apartment window. OMFG. They had grease heating in a skillet when the phone rang and they walked away. Silly goose!

Their kitchen is pretty much a total re-do, and the almost-as-bad smoke damage in the rest of the building is frustrating enough.

I put the resident who caused the fire up in a hotel for the night. I called them from the hotel desk and said if they bring their dog it's $160 extra non-refundable, but if that's what they have to do, then fine, just let me know. They said they would leave the dog at home.

The hotel called me about 10:30 to tell me my resident snuck their dog into the hotel, and that the fee would be $250. They didn't clarify if that $250 fee is a fine in addition to the $160 non-refundable pet deposit.

Color me officially steamed. I think the possibly tens of thousands of dollars damage done to the building was already bad enough. They couldn't butch up enough to just melon-farming say they were going to bring their dog? Instead this costs me even more.

I have an extremely long fuse, but woe betide the animated piece of offal who pushes me to the end of same.

This will not be pretty.

Milton Friedman - the four ways to spend money

This is basic stuff and makes a lot of sense to me. Why is it so difficult for some people to understand that spending other people's money on other people is ultimately to the detriment of everyone? I heard someone say Barack Obama doesn't want to be the president-- he just wants to play one on TV. Well, easy for Barry to be jocular and flippant when it's not his money on the line. Now he's got the presidential pen, he'll get under the hood and fiddle with shit until what ain't broke is, and irretrievably so at that.
*grouse*

kewwwwwt!

My favorite champagne is Veuve Clicquot Grande Dame or one of the White Star champers. Money is an object these days, and more often I'll opt for a modestly priced New Mexico domestic from Gruet Vineyards for well under $20/bottle. Gruet is actually a decent sparkling wine made in the traditional méthode champenoise.

In truth, when it comes to champagne/sparkling wines I prefer blanc de noir, but it's so great to have a raft of single-serving mini cans of Sofia blanc de blancs in the fridge. The last time I bought one of these four-packs, it was $18.99 at a store in Dallas. Whole Foods has them right now for $11.99 a four-pack but you'd better hurry - I'm going back Monday to load up. The great thing is you can open up one can, drink it with the little straw (may we suggest in the bathtub?!) and not have to over-indulge or feel guilty about wasting the entire rest of a standard bottle. At $3 a serving, it's a nice little treat to have around...

Stock up!

Sunday, Puppy Sunday... Where's Puppehs?

Can you spot the fiendishly adorable pups cleverly hidden in my mucky mucky stall?

SLAYER!

OBAMA:

One Big-Assed Mistake, America.


Yeah, saw that in the comments section of one of the articles on The Light-Bringer™'s grandiloquent community outreach to Special Olympics. Perhaps one day he'll be able to speak off the cuff at the level of his pay-grade? I'm not holding my breath, though.

Big Bad Voodoo Daddy

Fabulous show. Big Bad Voodoo Daddy at House of Blues, Thursday night.

So much I could say here, but I'll save that for later. Met my gf Tracy out at the show. Was fab. Will write more later.

I'm dismayed that Chuy is scheduled to have his prognosticles unincorporated Friday morning. I've been told by many that he'll be more sociable de-balled, and yes, I know it's necessary, but he's such a perfect little dog that it pains me to alter him in any way. His back bow-legs just look so right with the swinging dick-taters. It's a shame to unman him so.

*le sigh*

Oh well. Needs must.

CHU MAN FU UPDATE: Dr. May just called me and said the new streamlined model Chuy has come through in flying colors and is well on the mend. Truly I worry about the meter of his gait now that he's bereft of two of his centers of gravity, but, them's the breaks, eh?

um. ew.

h/t to rabbit