Logan, Arizona?

The landscapers have started replacing all the mulch in our neighborhood with gravel... and it looks horrendous. If I wanted to live in the desert, I'd move to Arizona. It's really ugly. At the risk of muscle-shirt-sunglasses-wearing-creepy guy seeing me and thinking I was taking his picture, I took one anyway. My zoom is sucky though, so squint real hard and you can see all the way on the left side of the house where the gravel starts and looks like someone took a huge pee in the flower bed. The mulch is much prettier, much more contrasting. But evidently mulch is expensive and rocks aren't. Also take note of MSSWC guy on all fours... he thinks he is pure sex.

Earth Day!

"The ultimate test of man's conscience may be his willingness to sacrifice something today for future generations whose words of thanks will not be heard."



The Curtis household (population 2) has officially been full-blown recyclers for 1 week (partial recyclers for a few months) and it feels good be to green!

Did you know that electrical appliances that are plugged into the wall suck up energy even if they aren't being used (toasters, cell phone chargers, etc.)? Unplug those bad boys and save a little energy!

Did you know that Starbucks offers an itty bitty discount if you bring in your own travel mug instead of using one of theirs? It's not much, but you can feel good about helping the environment in your own little way... plus that 10 cents you save... boy, oh boy... ok, maybe not the hugest selling point, but a bargain is a bargain!

We've been taking our paper goods to our church so the Christian school that it's affiliated with can get fundraiser $$ for recycling them. Check out www.earth911.org for your local recycling programs:)

Ode to a Grecian Urn

(stolen from my sunday skewl teacher. i am not this funny on my own.)

What does a Grecian urn?













$6.50 an hour:)

Lube. Jiffy Lube.

Yesterday I had to get my oil changed-- I was only 2,000 miles over-- and I decided I'd pay the extra $$ to go to Valvoline Instant Oil Change so I could just stay in my car because every girl knows how NOT fun it is getting the oil changed and sitting in that waiting room staring at nothing, but trying desperately to think of people you *need* to call, but then realizing even if you do call someone it's so LOUD in those waiting rooms and everyone will hear. So anyway, I had boot camp at 6:30 and by the time I got to Valvoline it was already 5:45 and the guy came walking up to my car to tell me it would be a 30 minute wait. Wahhh. I was confused considering I was only #2 in line, but he told me their computers were down nationwide, blah blah blah. I saw visions of oil funnels, dirty filters and dollar signs and momentarily spaced out as I do every other time mechanics start talking to me. I left and went to Jiffy Lube down the street, where the wait was only 5 minutes. But something happened there that left me feeling ugly, fat, and old.

There was this g.i.r.l. (collective sigh) in the waiting room-- the only other person in there besides me. She must have been about 17 because she was on her cell phone the entire time trying to decide where she should go to eat when she left. Who talks on the phone about that kind of stuff for 20+ minutes? Seventeen year olds, that's who. But she was nice... she didn't give off that bitch vibe that most girls you don't know do. You know the vibe. Yeah, that one. She didn't give it off... for long. I would soon come to despise her.

When her car was done, she got up and went to the counter. Now, she and I were both dressed in workout clothes, but her workout clothes were quite different than my workout clothes. While I was in faded yoga pants, an old Wittenberg tshirt and a mismatched fleece pull-over, she had on cut off sweats, bright white running shoes (that screamed "I go to the gym to look pretty), a black sports bra barely covered by her cut-off t-shirt. And when I say cut-off I don't mean the way guys cut the sleeves off... she made hers into a slutty little racerback so that we ALL could see her entire bra. I was momentarily pissed, but then I realized she looked a hell of a lot better than I did with my fleece and faded yoga pants as I sat clutching my Vera Bradley purse around my midsection. Of course ALLLLL the men working had to come inside to see her out and tell her three times to "have a nice day" to which she TOTALLY flirted back "THANKS!!!! *insert toothy grin* YOU TOO!!!" ... to evvvery single one of them. It was borderline obnoxious to the average frumpy onlooker. So the guys are practically drooling at this point, thinking of reasons to keep coming inside and hanging around the counter and I'm sitting in my plastic chair with my eyes in permanent-roll mode when I hear the manager offer her a free car wash token becuase they "got a little oil on her car" YEAH RIGHT. Whatever. Just then another guy comes walking in crumpling up the plastic seat protector, shower cap-esque steering wheel cover, and paper floor mat. If cartoon eyes existed in real life, his would have literally smacked into her boobs, ricocheted back and knocked the man on his back.

She finally left and got her darn car wash, and even thhough I was feeling about as ugly and old as dirt, I had a twinge of hope that maybe I, too, would get a free car wash. But no. And then? When I went to get inside my car? They had left all the plastic coverings and floor mat in my car for me to take care of. And I wanted to cry. I wanted to yell "I'm pretty too, you dirty mechanics!!" And then I wanted to hang all 35 yeards of plastic out the window as I drove away in a fury cackling. But then they would've thought I was fat, ugly, old, AND crazy so I just sat down on top of the plastic and left, crinkling the plastic with every breath.

Sigh.

I'm done with the oil changes.

Dramatic Sigh

What possesses someone to think it's OK to mow grass at 7am on a Thursday morning? 7:00 is practically 6:59, which is totally in the 6:00 hour, which is totally TOO early for lawn mowers. I realize that some people are awake way before that, but today I was not one of them and it was kind of nice. Until the bag of douche lawn guy (aka: creepy man who wears muscle shirts and dark sunglasses so I can't see where he's looking) came buzzing by. For a moment I felt bad that I hadn't picked up Midas' lawn presents from yesterday, but then I rolled over and smiled inside knowing what was awaiting the muscle shirt in a matter of seconds:)

Sometimes I think I should write a book called "How To Get Along In This World" becuase there are far too many imbeciles out there who need direction. And I really think I could offer some assistance since I have many, if not all, of the answers:) Just ask my mom. She tells me all the time.

I put the ick in sick

I already broke my goal of blogging everyday, but well I was a little sick. With stomach stuff. I didn't know that anything was "going around" but a few days ago my friend/coblogger/fellow Wittenberg Tiger/former coresident of 10th floor Tower/English major pal JENNIE was tummy sick, then I subjected myself to Matt's family, which ... made me sick yesterday ON THE SAME DAY that Molly's Mommacita had the same tummy issues. So maybe it's something that's going around in my world only, but either way IT SUCKS and there are only a few people in this world I would wish it on (note: I did not say I wouldn't wish it on anyone. eeeeeevil.).

What made yesterday even suckiER is that Matt and I had to finish our taxes at H&R Block (a process we started 3-- count 'em-- 3 weeks ago) and becuase my company is one of the most worthless establishments in the state of Ohio, they simply STOPPED taking out local taxes in June of '05 and just didn't notify anyone. SO thanks to their dirty assholes, I owe Columbus a shit ton and Logan a shit ton more! (By the way, if you were wondering, 1 shit ton + a shit ton more = $520) Plus 1/2 shit ton to the State of Ohio and 1/4 shit ton to H&R Block. You'd think that, since said dirty assholes just cut my hours down to 30/week AND I just had a $10 grand surgery, I'd be a little concerned. But for some reason, it makes me laugh (and sometimes yell obscenities at inanimate household objects). It's all so simply ridiculous:) Tee hee:) Thankfully we have one of those money trees in our front yard-- the kind my dad always told me did not exist? Yeah, we have one. Aren't you jealous???

How I Met Your Father

Someday, when Matt and I are old, boring, and humorless with teenage monsters who hate us and can't understand how in the world we could be attracted to each other, I'm going to show them this blog. Probably not, in actuality, since the internet probably won't even exist anymore, but it's one of those things I'd like to think I would do if I could. Anyway, I was going through all my photos on snapfish and realized I have about 1 "nice" picture of Matt... because he is SO goofy and refuses to just look pretty for the camera. It always pisses me off, but then I see the pics a year later and they make me giggle. They're so telling of his personality... and I love my Matty's personality! Here are my top faves:


















And then, the 1 nice photo I have of Weeze. When I forced him to "BE NICE FOR FECK'S SAKE!"



After seeing that, the kids'll be all "Gee, Ma! Dad was one cool dude!" And then I'll start making out with him just to gross them out. Frankly, it will probably gross me out too if I'm like 70, which, at this rate...