Fuck.

Well it's happened again. I was all excited, picked out a lap top, and now I will not be getting it. Had the money and everything, then the damn car blew up. This blows. The end.

Ouch!

It's been more than a few days...and I've actually written a blog about why it takes me so long in between posts, I promise! It's just not been put up yet. At any rate the last few days have been a bit sore for me. It all started off well and good enough. My brother came up from California for the weekend. But on his second day here, (Sunday), he had to come outside and rescue me! We have new neighbors down the street, with two very mean dogs. I went outside to look for my neighbors cat because she said she hadn't seen her in two days. I was walking along when I heard growling. I turned around to be staring in the face of a not-so-happy looking pit that had already tried to attack me once. Long story short, he/she charged at me and I went the only way I could. Down a roughly 30 foot embankment between my neighbors house and ours. Lucky for me, she was standing outside and saw the whole thing. Unfortunately she thought it was hilarious. She did offer to talk to animal control if I call them though. So there is always that. Oh yeah, she found her cat. She had accidentally locked her in their art room for two days. Sheesh. The embankment is pretty steep, so I am lucky that I didn't break any bones. On the other hand, the embankment is pretty steep and the adrenaline has long since worn off. My hip feels like I borrowed it from an eighty year old ex-wrestler.

Hmmm.

Wednesday morning I failed to notice that something had spilled on the stove burner the night before. Of course this is the burner I used to boil my water for tea. It didn't take long for the fire alarm to start blaring. But it's okay Mike, don't bother to get up or anything, it was a false alarm!

Yurt's so dumb

So we've been working on getting a three dimensional rendering of our yurt and what we want to accomplish with it's design. Unfortunately, after talking to Mike's mom last night, I realized that if the world at large all thought the same way as her, CPS would definitely come calling when we get moved in. Apparently she not only thought that I was letting Mike move me into a tent, but also live in said tent sans electricity, or running water. I believe the exact wording was, "If Phoenix does go to public school, the second they find out he lives in a yurt, CPS will be knocking". WTF? IT IS NOT A FUCKING CANVAS BAG WITH STAKES HOLDING IT TO THE GROUND!
Yes, the original definition of a yurt is pretty much that. But the modern yurt can have all the things that a traditional house has. The only difference, is technically I can move the structures if I want, leaving virtually no traces behind. Very good for the environment, and perfect for me to have parts of my house elevated, and some not.

In what fucking demension...

...does one need a ladle, a whisk, a large spoon, a spatula, a small spoon, a bowl, two pans, two tupperware containers, and a colander to make chicken noodle soup from a can?