And NOT as in that awful tv show. Those arseholes aren't even from NJ, and they make the rest of us look bad.
I'm sorry I'm not commenting on your blogs! I'm posting from my phone. I can't get any internet from my laptop, and I really REALLY miss your blogs! If I can get internetz I'll try and pop in and say hey...
I have a sunburn on one arm. The other one remains pale...
This morning I got up at 6.30 and biked to the Barnegat Lighthouse and back, total of 25 miles. It was fabulous, and I shall do it again tomorrow.
I rented a pink bicycle. Will post photos when I get a chance to do a proper post.
Off now to a barbecue at a friend's house, with lots of meat! :D And then crabbing... There will definitely be photos of that. My hair will be blueish, because friend got me some spray-in hair colour so I can look like Sailor Neptune.
Later my lovelies!! I miss you all so much!!! <3
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I'm not a witch, I'm your wife!
Ugh.
This past weekend saw me lapsing back into bad bingeing habits. I started out doing very well--eating a little more than I would during the week, allowing myself some extra goodies like a normal person on a holiday weekend. And then began an onslaught of stressors that sent me creeping into the kitchen in the dead of night to stuff my face with cereal and ice cream and fluffer nutters.
The main stressor was my car.
On Saturday morning, I was leaving to go get my roots bleached. I caught a whiff of something unsavory before I had even fully opened the driver side door.
I did a quick search, but couldn't find the source of the odor. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. Kind of like a combination of sour milk, vomit, and dead animal.
But I was running late for my hair appointment, so I chain smoked all the way to the mall with the windows almost closed, and figured I'd just deal with it when I got home. I really had to deal it when I got home, as the car was scheduled to go in for service on Saturday afternoon.
Once home from getting my hair done, I searched the back and under the seats, and found the culprit under the driver's seat.
A bottle of extremely old Spiru-tein shake (which I had presumed lost--left at the gym or something as I hadn't been able to find it for like 3 weeks) had exploded, spilling almond milk and cookie & cream protein shake all over the carpet.
And Holy Mother of God does that smell rank.
I tried my best.
I used the Lysol wipes, paper towels, and copious amount of carpet cleaner. The smell seemed to be going away. By the time I had to leave to take the car in for service, the stink wasn't gone completely, but it wasn't as bad as before.
I apologized profusely to the service guys at Toyota. They said it was ok, that they would try and get it out of the carpet.
Upon picking up my car several hours later, it was immediately obvious that not only had they failed, but the stink--after a couple hours out in the hot sun of the parking lot--was back with a vengeance.
I went home. I cried about it to Kazehana. I went to the mall to get an air freshener and some Clorox. And I attacked again.
I also continued chain smoking in the car. And spraying the stink with Clorox every few hours. It seemed to get less and less stinky on Sunday and Monday.
But then this morning, when I was leaving for work, it stank again worse than Satan's own septic tank.
So I give up.
This past weekend saw me lapsing back into bad bingeing habits. I started out doing very well--eating a little more than I would during the week, allowing myself some extra goodies like a normal person on a holiday weekend. And then began an onslaught of stressors that sent me creeping into the kitchen in the dead of night to stuff my face with cereal and ice cream and fluffer nutters.
The main stressor was my car.
On Saturday morning, I was leaving to go get my roots bleached. I caught a whiff of something unsavory before I had even fully opened the driver side door.
And then once the door was opened all the way, I got hit with a truly horrific stink.
But I was running late for my hair appointment, so I chain smoked all the way to the mall with the windows almost closed, and figured I'd just deal with it when I got home. I really had to deal it when I got home, as the car was scheduled to go in for service on Saturday afternoon.
Once home from getting my hair done, I searched the back and under the seats, and found the culprit under the driver's seat.
A bottle of extremely old Spiru-tein shake (which I had presumed lost--left at the gym or something as I hadn't been able to find it for like 3 weeks) had exploded, spilling almond milk and cookie & cream protein shake all over the carpet.
And Holy Mother of God does that smell rank.
I tried my best.
I used the Lysol wipes, paper towels, and copious amount of carpet cleaner. The smell seemed to be going away. By the time I had to leave to take the car in for service, the stink wasn't gone completely, but it wasn't as bad as before.
I apologized profusely to the service guys at Toyota. They said it was ok, that they would try and get it out of the carpet.
Upon picking up my car several hours later, it was immediately obvious that not only had they failed, but the stink--after a couple hours out in the hot sun of the parking lot--was back with a vengeance.
I went home. I cried about it to Kazehana. I went to the mall to get an air freshener and some Clorox. And I attacked again.
I also continued chain smoking in the car. And spraying the stink with Clorox every few hours. It seemed to get less and less stinky on Sunday and Monday.
But then this morning, when I was leaving for work, it stank again worse than Satan's own septic tank.
So I give up.
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