It’s hot here. If I recall correctly last year when I started complaining I used the phrase “Africa kind of hot”. Possibly even beyond “Africa kind of hot”. I never thought I could live anywhere on the planet that would be too hot for me but, this may be it. It’s a little before five, and it’s cooling down to a chilly ninety five degrees.

We’re leaving for the mid west sometime around Monday, so, I won’t have much more time to complain.

Here are some main points out of this week that I may or may not feel compelled to expand upon:

1. I’m still enamored with my beautiful, white ibook. It just told me in a soothing woman computer voice that “it’s five o’clock”.

2. The lizard that Jason the cat caught and released that was living inside the subwoofer came out. My stealthy husband Andrew caught him with his manly bare hands and set him free in the park next door. I did not get to witness the event because I was getting my hair did.

3. My hair didn’t come out as I anticipated. It was a cross between Cruella DeVille and redneck trailer trash. She was apologizing, I was apologizing (I don’t know why, I just was). She fixed it a few days later at no charge. I now look like the LA hipster, too cool for school, 34 still thinking that I’m 24, that I was originally shooting for.

4. Baseball season has been going on for about two months, and it’s going really well. There have been no tears, throwing things, tantrums or doubts from either one of us. Alright, maybe a few, but they’re always minor, and mostly related to being overly hungry. Not to say that things couldn’t take a turn for the worse, but I really think that this third season will be the charm.

5. Vlad the Russian is visiting from Colorado. Andy and Vlad are downstairs heatedly discussing all things gambling.

6. We have begun to hatch another “hair brained scheme” that rivals baseball in its undertaking. But it’s not official yet since it has no code name. Also it will only begin in earnest when baseball is over.

7. If you are related to me genetically (i.e. parents) and read this website, you can read it, just don’t tell me about it. This website was originally designed for me to use the word “fuck” alot and talk about things people genetically related to me generally were not meant to read. I mean, normally I really don’t do or say anything here that I wouldn’t write or tell anyone on the planet earth, but, I like to have that option. So, I’m just going to keep swearing and living my “devil may care” life and pretend that I’m just talking to myself as usual.

I just want to make sure that absolutely no one out there would like to take possesion of a decrepide, arthritic dog with a bulbous tumor eye and bad breath.

Anyone…..Anyone????

Jason the cat just brought a lizard in through the cat door and dropped it. I was still wondering what Jason had in his mouth when he let go. The lizard ran fuIl speed at me. I screamed and did an amazing super hero jump onto the arm of the couch. It’s tail had come off and it was bleeding on the rug as it ran under the opposite couch I was perched on.

We think it’s in the sub woofer. Maybe it will just make the sub woofer it’s new home and eat all the annoying crickets in the house.

I have been eating pizza and ice cream for the last two days. This morning I woke up wanting to commit unjustified acts of violence.

If you noticed I haven’t been hanging around the internet, it’s because I’ve been out in the real world.

Our “summer roommate” has moved in. I don’t know if I wrote about it or not, but we were planning on being out of the scorching desert from June until August. I found a grad student from Ann Arbor that needed a place to stay during her internship roughly from June until August. In exchange for cheap rent and a house to herself while we’re gone, she will look after the animals, that no matter how hard we try, just won’t go away.

We’re going to Kansas City in the beginning of June to visit Andy’s sister and parents who are coming in from Green Bay. Then to Denver on the way back, to visit friends and so that Andy can sell me on what a great place Denver is to live. A trip to Malibu is way over due, and I hope that either we go on this trip, or come back, recoup for a short while and then drive up the coast.