Archive for January, 2009
I asked for it, I got it! I saw this meme on the Diva’s site, it was created by her blog friend Earl. i followed the instructions at the bottom of her post. if you would like to be interviewed, follow the instructions at the bottom of mine!
An interview from The Diva. Answer these five questions and follow the instructions at the bottom of the email. That’s it.
The Diva: You have one of the biggest cats i have ever seen, there is a saying that you own a dog, but a cat owns you. How has having a kitty enhanced your life?
friyet: ummm how has this kitty enhanced my life? I have always had at least one kitty, my first cat “candy” lived 23 years, more recent cats “candy cat” 21 years, ‘rocky’ 21 years, at one time I had 23 cats! [I’m not one of those nut job cat ladies, just couldn’t manage the outrageous reproductive initiative that is the cat!] I have become much more responsible now and spay and neuter at the earliest possible moment! [and I keep my cats in the house]. I currently have two cats; a petite calico named Nikita who is 13 years old and my fat cat James who is 3. Nikita was a small feral kitten, the only survivor of a litter of three. she was small and sweet and had giant eyes [she never did grow into her eyes, they still seem large], she has hated my guts for nearly all of her 13 years, since I had to treat her with some foul tasting concoction for some bacterial intestinal thing she had when I got her. she sleeps with me every night and snuggles up close as she can, but she will hardly let me touch her otherwise, unless it is to brush her or cut mats out of her hair, then she just lays there and purrs. [but you have to put your ear on her to be able to hear it…] james on the other hand has always liked to be held and purrs so loud you can hear him from another room. he is also as mean as cat piss and has bitten me a couple of times [one time his fault, one time my fault, I stepped on his tail…] he has a sweet face and is so fat he can only waddle around, but as frustrating as he is sometimes, I love him and am glad I brought him home. I feed him and clean up after him and have to bathe him because he is so fat he can’t reach his nether regions, so I guess they do own me, but I don’t know what I’d do without them. they make me happy. so I guess you could say that is how I have enhanced their lives. That was the question, right?
The Diva: You’re kicking back with a cocktail and your favourite book. What are you drinking, and what are you reading?
friyet: I’m drinking a perfectly chilled beer in a frosted glass and I’m reading something I like to call ‘a killer slasher’…. something by jonathan kellerman, james patterson, faye kellerman, jeffery deaver, kyle mills or the like. ~or~ I get shitfaced on cheap boxed wine and read almost anything with a vampire in it….
The Diva: What was the best and worst thing about growing up over a bar?
friyet: we only lived in butte, and over the bar, until I was about a year old. So the best part of that was hearing the stories. the bar played ‘western’ music every night but Tuesday and my dad used to tell me that I wouldn’t sleep on Tuesdays because there wasn’t any music. my mom was very ill after I was born and her family came up to see her in the hospital. My dad also used to tell the story of how when everyone got to the hospital he went in the nursery and stole and took me out for everyone to see…. My cousin confirmed that story much much later.
I did spend many Saturday afternoons in the Silver Club when I was a kid. My mom and dad used to take me just about everywhere. My dad would pick me up and dance with me and I can still hear the sound he used to sing that was the ‘beat’ to dance to. he would do the same thing at home later while watching the laurence welk show and our dog jingles would bark.
I was not allowed to accept money from people in the bar [i remember old dudes sitting at the bar offering me a quarter] and later, during college, when I worked as a bar maid in the Summitt it really bothered me when little kids would go up to total strangers and ask for money and their parents never said anything.
Times have changed, i don’t think people don’t take their kids to bars anymore when they go to have a couple of beers on a Saturday afternoon, but I have good memories of being there. We would all walk home together and once my dad won a stuffed animal on a punch board and I picked out the biggest one in the place, he made me carry it [most of] the way home.
I don’t really remember a ‘worse’ thing about being at the bars, but once when I was about six we were at a neighbor’s house on Christmas night and one of the ladies got really drunk and fell and broke the coffee table. I still remember to this day [it’s been 51 years] that she had on a blue dress and I can still see her falling and breaking that table. When I used to drink to excess and everyone would tell me ‘oh you were just having fun’ I used to think ~ no, i was drunk and made a ass out of my self and l I don’t want some little kid remembering me like I remember that lady in the blue dress. so that was probably the worse thing I remember, but it also taught me a little about drinking too much and making a total ass out of myself. I still use it for a wake up call today, because I am probably about the same age now that she was then….
The Diva: I used to watch General Hospital from ’97 to 2000, but when my Lucky (Jonathan Jackson) left the show i stopped watching. What about GH makes you keep coming back?
friyet: My friend Carol and I started watching General Hospital when it first aired, I think it was the summer between 6th and 7th grade. I always watched it during the summers when I wasn’t in school. We watched in college and I remember watching it before my [friend I used to be married to] and I went to work during the 70’s and 80’s… When I started working day shift [and before VCRs] I had to quit watching and would occasionally pick it back up on holidays and vacations or whatever [sick days]…. Then a couple of years ago it was the 25th anniversary of Luke and Laura’s marriage. They showed four old episodes on Soap Net and then I watched a couple of new episodes also… It took me quite a while to figure out who the hell everyone was, except for the old regulars and I actually went on the website to try to put together the relationships of all these people [dweeb that I am]… By the time I finally had everything figured out I was hopelessly hooked again and through the modern miracle that is the DVR I can watch everyday for 40 mins and keep caught up… or if my dish is full of snow in the afternoon, I can clean it out and watch at night on soap net. It is just mindless dribble, but it lets me unwind from work everyday…. And they must be gearing up for sweeps because things are heating up [HA!]
The Diva: What is your most watched/loved movie of all time?
friyet: I have a seriously schizophrenic taste in movies. I have probably seen Dirty Dancing and Bridget Jones’ Diary at least 50 times each, but I wouldn’t consider either one of those my most loved movie…. The ones that fit that description are ones I have maybe seen only once or twice ~ The Sterile Cuckoo 1969 [hey! my life ain’t so bad…], Amelie 2001 [it’s French, subtitled, but it makes me feel good], Moonstruck 1989 [I don’t know why, I just like it], the Big Lebowski 1998 [they can’t all be chick flicks…i own this one so i’m well on my way to at least 50 viewings…], The Big Chill 1983, Wonder Boys 2000, High Fidelity 2000 [all for the music] this movie thing is definitely a work in process!
Ok, so to continue the meme follow these instructions:1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
today i was on my way to meet some friends for lunch… it was oh about 5* at the time. i had a couple of extra minutes so i thought i would stop and fill my truck with gas… it is a good idea to have a full tank because when it gets this cold the laws of physics cause condensation in a non-full gas tank and then the water produced by the condensation [the condensate] freezes in your gas line and your effing car won’t start… so anyway, i stop to buy gas, but first i go into the store part and buy a bottle of “heat” which is basically alcohol that you add to the gas tank and it also helps to keep your gas lines from freezing up. i poured the ‘heat’ into the tank and proceeded to scan my card, remove the nozzle and choose my gas… well the minute i hit the ‘regular’ button, gasoline started spraying all over me! it took a second to figure out what the hell was going on and then i realized that the little clicker that you can click so you don’t have to hold the nozzle in your tank was engaged and by then i was covered in gasoline. SHIT! my coat, my gloves, my jeans, my boots and a good portion of the area around my truck were soaked…. i can’t even remember if i swore or screamed or anything, but i eventually finished filling up my truck and went to meet my friends…
i called to tell my friend michael NOT to light up a smoke when i got there because i was covered in gasoline. i had to leave my coat and gloves in the back of my truck and put on a sweatshirt i carry for emergencies keep forgetting to take in the house. i warned the waitress not to evacuate the restaurant if someone reported smelling gas, it was only me. they all made jokes about me having gas [ha!], but they had to smell it the whole time we were eating so naner naner on them…
i have washed my coat and jeans three times and hung them outside until they froze solid… i have them in the dryer right now on ‘air dry’ because i don’t want to be on the news tomorrow because i put a gasoline soaked coat in the dryer and blew up my house…. i need my coat for work tomorrow ~ it is currently -1* and falling.
if you fill up your automobile take the damned clicker off before you put the hose back in the pump! [guess i will be checking that myself from now on…]
do you ever wonder why you do something? i was just outside using the broom to push the remaining snow off my truck before it freezes into a rock solid mass…. when i was finished i brought the broom in the house and put it in the corner by the back door. you may not think this is very note worthy, but i don’t keep my broom in the corner by the back door, i keep it in the pantry by the bird seed, the dog food and the potting soil. when i was a kid [which was a LONG ass time ago] we did keep the broom in the corner by the back door. putting it there just now seemed like the most normal thing in the world to do…. i wouldn’t even have thought about it except it looks weird sitting there.
on another subject, why does every home improvement / repair have to be such a pain in the ass?? now, maybe if you have a brand new house this is not a problem for you, but i will never have a brand new house and i have to try to keep the one i do have in good repair. the light switch in my hall spit fire at me a couple of weeks ago so i made sure it was “off” and taped it in that position until i could get time to fix it [this really means: until the sun was out so i could see what i was doing since i would have to turn the power off to work on it….] today was a beautiful [but cold] sunny day, so i decide i am going to fix the light switch. actually, i planned on doing it this weekend anyway and did have it on my ‘to do’ list… see
it’s right there #1 with little stars around it ~ so far it’s the only thing on that list i have finished. i don’t want to strain something this early in the year.
so, back to why this was such a pain in the ass. this house was built in 1953 and i don’t know if these are the original light switches or not, but they seem to be failing at a surprising rate… i am trying to replace them prior to them spitting fire at me, but did not get to this one prior to that phenomenon [i don’t think my house is possessed or anything, just old and wearing out, kind of like me some days]. so i turn the power off and check twice to make sure it is really really off, then i get my glasses, then i take the cover off the switch, so far so good, THEN i try to take the screws out of the actual switch, the ones that hold it into the box in the wall. well there is approximately 55-56 years worth of paint on these screws and i can only get the top one to come out…. [this is where this project turns into a pain in the ass] i try every screwdriver i have, i hammer on the sucker, i spray the damned thing with WD40 and walk away [give it time to work, leave it alone!] i decide i will take a shower and then try to finish when i’m a little more relaxed, but i just can’t leave anything alone, i just have to piss with it! sooooo, i pissed with it enough to get the damned screw out, took the old switch out, put the new one in and now the light works again…. 10 minute job took an hour! pain in the ass.
oh! did the UTES cream ‘bama or what! Take that BCS!!!
i have made a commitment that is even crazier that nablopomo ! i joined a group and we are going to take a photo every day in 2009 at 7:21 pm and post it on a group site on flickr. i will post a link to this site later after we have something compiled to look at…. [i have set the alarm on my phone to ring every day at 7:19 pm so i don’t space it out] i am nothing if not OCD about stuff like this. that gives me 2 minutes to find something to capture. until it gets light [and warm] around here the photos will be of interesting items crap in my house!
well, i’m going to get some snacks [fritos and bean dip] and beverages [dark mexican beer] together and get ready to watch the chargers game… [i am already decked out in my charger gear!]
i just realized i will be in South Carolina WORKING during the super bowl! damn!
edit ~ i forgot this part, i was vacuuming when i could smell the belt burning, i looked and the beater bar was not moving so i had to stop and take the vacuum apart and remove a piece of cardboard…. THEN i put it back together and the belt came off so it still wouldn’t work, and THEN i put it back together and pinched the belt in the cover [my bad] and so it still wouldn’t work, THEN i had to pull about 75 yards of dog hair [one strand at a time] out of the groove where the belt rides…. then it worked and i finished vacuuming! [10 min job took 1/2 hour] pain in the ass!
if i was perfect these would be my new year’s resolutions:
1. lose 20 pounds
2. exercise every day
3. quit eating empty, useless junk food
4. ride the bus to work
5. read more
6. donate more to charity
7. speak like a lady
8. pray for world peace
since i am not perfect, these are my real resolutions:
1. shave my legs once a week whether they need it or not
2. brush my teeth 4 or 5 times a day [it is my contention that people should brush their teeth more often and wear less perfume…]
3. be more tolerant of stupid people
4. try not to talk like a truck driver [but i refuse to use fudge, frick, or flip when i really really mean fuck!] sometimes it’s just appropriate and necessary[see #3]
5. shop in stores where clothing is made for real people and i can still wear a medium not a 2xx
6. visit my blog friends more often
7. pray for world peace
8. find a date for next new years eve!
edit ~ 1-3-09 ~ guess who had 2 poma breezes and who didn’t!