housekeeping part two.

yeah. so last night i totally had some major snark going on and then? voila. moments before i was going to post, we lost power. not once, twice. yeah.

so let's try this again. in no particular order ~

poor liv d.h.! she's convinced i don't snark much anymore because she's my boss and i know she reads snarkygirls and wouldn't want to snark about her! she's wrong! i'd totally snark about her...if only there was anything to snark about, but there's not! liv d.h. is lovely! i haven't snarked because, well, we just figured out how to steal the neighbor's internet. okay, steal isn't the right word. borrow. but that's been taken care of.

i put an offer on a cute new orleans-style townhouse last week. townhouse? yeah. super cute. but my bid was rejected. rejected! rejected even though there's no yard. and it's been empty for months. and on the market for 6 months. AND the owners took the washer, dryer, and fridge!

but i put another bid on anothe rhouse today. so fingers crossed, y'all.

uh? what else? oh, so a boy in ___________ loves him some stella! stella came to visit over the weekend. yea! we heart stella! stella was excited because it got her out of hicksville. we went to the local roller derby (more on that later) and then to a party with lovely liv d.h. some guy whose apparently very nice, but, uh, well, a bit portly, took a shine on stella. so days later, when liv receives a request for stella's email because this boy likes her...i call and let stella know and she says "oh. he wasn't gay?"

roller derbies rock. a good, good, good place to people watch. there was a fabulous mix of nascar fans, punk rockers, grandpas wearing button up shirts, lots of babies, lots of mean looking girls on roller skates. during the derby lots of good ol' hard core american rock played. a friend's band played during breaks. beer was $5 a cup. the nachos came in pieces - cheese in a plastic thingy. peppers in a cup. chips in a cellophane bag. you had to assemble them yourself. there was one broken finger. by the time we left, during the last play, it was getting kind of rough. final verdict? totally going back. hells yeah.

sanjaya? really baby? bathwater? my money's still on beat box boy, lakisha, or miss melinda (?) doolittle.

my new home here in the south has rocking good vietnamese food.

my new home here in the south is warm. i say to folks from here "oh my god, i love this weather! it's so nice and warm and sunny!" and they say, straight-faced, "oh yeah? give it a few weeks. it will be brutal. dangerous. horrible." a side note to these people who are from here ~ when you meet the cute girl who has just moved her, don't shake your head sadly and say "oh, i'm so sorry." i am from the tundra! i heart it!

my new home here in the south has some good art going on.

it also has a high rate of poverty and crime.

a few weeks ago i went to a little film fest thingy in an old powerhouse. it was fun. we saw lots of short animation films from the world over. the best? the one, from england i think, starring dick and jane and the idol. you have got to find this. i wish i could remember the name of it! it rocks. everything you really thought dick and jane were like and more.