cabenson: (bar fight)
The annual struggle to maintain a respectable patience level has descended upon me again. Holiday shopping you ask? No. That would be too easy. I can move through the mall slamming into people that piss me off and blame it on "crowding". It is time to Decorate for the Holidays at Casa Cabenson )
cabenson: (bar fight)
The annual struggle to maintain a respectable patience level has descended upon me again. Holiday shopping you ask? No. That would be too easy. I can move through the mall slamming into people that piss me off and blame it on "crowding". It is time to Decorate for the Holidays at Casa Cabenson )
cabenson: (Cafrobenson)
I cleaned off my desk in the office today by stuffing my research into the filing cabinet. The cats are thrilled that their "perch" is open again and there is room for them to play. I must say that I enjoy sitting here when one of them is sleeping on top of the hutch, dangling a little paw over the side. Then one of them will jump up on the keyboard right as I am posting something and fuck it all up.

OSU Women's b-ball started tonight. We have season tix and enjoy a sweet view of the young, firm hotties team. We are picked to finish first in the Big Ten and the girls showed definite promise tonight. I was also tackled by the big dude sitting next to us. They were tossing t-shirts to the crowd during a time out and one sailed my way. I reached up as high as I could and actually had my fingers on it when this guy (who was trying to do the same) fell into me. I then fell into Mrs CB who fell into the empty seat. We all stood up and laughed our asses off until I realized that the coveted t-shirt had eluded me again. I should have kicked the dude in his balls. Oh well, Sunday is another game and another chance.

Other news and stupid stuff. Gawd, I wish we had more public transportation. The ghetto Subaru was in the shop again only to find us making another appointment to have the heater/ac unit (that was replaced in August) checked. Mrs CB has nothing but hot air for three days, then no heat at all. A little hard to defrost those windows before she heads off to teach. Before anyone asks, no, she CANNOT drive my car. Not because I don't want her to, but because I have a stick shift and she doesn't know how to drive one. And she ain't learning on my car.

I got my camera and printer all set up and hope to take my meme pics tomorrow. I think The Burning Bush may be hibernating...haven't seen (or heard) her all week.
Not much else going on. Now that Teh Essay is done, I need to tackle that "do-it-or-else" list that has been growing every week. So if you don't hear from me, I'm in my basement cleaning my tool bench.
cabenson: (Cafrobenson)
I cleaned off my desk in the office today by stuffing my research into the filing cabinet. The cats are thrilled that their "perch" is open again and there is room for them to play. I must say that I enjoy sitting here when one of them is sleeping on top of the hutch, dangling a little paw over the side. Then one of them will jump up on the keyboard right as I am posting something and fuck it all up.

OSU Women's b-ball started tonight. We have season tix and enjoy a sweet view of the young, firm hotties team. We are picked to finish first in the Big Ten and the girls showed definite promise tonight. I was also tackled by the big dude sitting next to us. They were tossing t-shirts to the crowd during a time out and one sailed my way. I reached up as high as I could and actually had my fingers on it when this guy (who was trying to do the same) fell into me. I then fell into Mrs CB who fell into the empty seat. We all stood up and laughed our asses off until I realized that the coveted t-shirt had eluded me again. I should have kicked the dude in his balls. Oh well, Sunday is another game and another chance.

Other news and stupid stuff. Gawd, I wish we had more public transportation. The ghetto Subaru was in the shop again only to find us making another appointment to have the heater/ac unit (that was replaced in August) checked. Mrs CB has nothing but hot air for three days, then no heat at all. A little hard to defrost those windows before she heads off to teach. Before anyone asks, no, she CANNOT drive my car. Not because I don't want her to, but because I have a stick shift and she doesn't know how to drive one. And she ain't learning on my car.

I got my camera and printer all set up and hope to take my meme pics tomorrow. I think The Burning Bush may be hibernating...haven't seen (or heard) her all week.
Not much else going on. Now that Teh Essay is done, I need to tackle that "do-it-or-else" list that has been growing every week. So if you don't hear from me, I'm in my basement cleaning my tool bench.
cabenson: (doing her)
So...it was Trick-or-Treat, or Beggar's Night, whichever you prefer. I sat outside and carved two pumpkins so I wouldn't be interrupted by the furry-fivesome. A lot of kids saw me as they were walking home from their state-funded educations and asked about our decorations, promising they would return after dark. THAT! could be frightening.

Mrs CB came home and carved her pumpkin so we had a total of three ready to go. I sorted through the candy (Whoppers and Milk Duds were hidden) and made sure the crappy stuff (Tootsie Rolls?!) were given out first. By the time we were done, I had stashed two handfuls of "select" treats in my jeans pocket.

We dressed up, but just barely. Mrs CB wore black and added a cop hat, badge and a play gun. I wore a bright orange NYC Jail t-shirt (don't ask) and HANDCUFFS!! I did not know we had handcuffs! Someone's been holding out on me...

We had a lot of kids come by with some great costumes, but half of them didn't even try to dress up. Steven, the 9-yr old that lives 2 houses away came dressed as a girl...too fucking funny. And just like last year, he tried to steal my Silly String. I sprayed him in the head. It was glow-in-the-dark. Too cool. Scariest costume seen? Had to have been the 14 yr old girl dressed a slutty SCOTTISH teen witch complete with Casey Novak go-go boots and a tartan plaid trim on her vinyl witch costume...and was it EVER short.

Have to make my neck tie and go buy some Granny Panties to wear with my costume tomorrow. And Mrs CB wants home-made meatballs...wonder what she's offering in return ;)

Oh yeah! The Burning Bush has a real name, but I think we will continue to call her Wilma. She was our first visitor. And I am sure that all of that candy will be eaten by her 17-month old daughter. Right!
cabenson: (doing her)
So...it was Trick-or-Treat, or Beggar's Night, whichever you prefer. I sat outside and carved two pumpkins so I wouldn't be interrupted by the furry-fivesome. A lot of kids saw me as they were walking home from their state-funded educations and asked about our decorations, promising they would return after dark. THAT! could be frightening.

Mrs CB came home and carved her pumpkin so we had a total of three ready to go. I sorted through the candy (Whoppers and Milk Duds were hidden) and made sure the crappy stuff (Tootsie Rolls?!) were given out first. By the time we were done, I had stashed two handfuls of "select" treats in my jeans pocket.

We dressed up, but just barely. Mrs CB wore black and added a cop hat, badge and a play gun. I wore a bright orange NYC Jail t-shirt (don't ask) and HANDCUFFS!! I did not know we had handcuffs! Someone's been holding out on me...

We had a lot of kids come by with some great costumes, but half of them didn't even try to dress up. Steven, the 9-yr old that lives 2 houses away came dressed as a girl...too fucking funny. And just like last year, he tried to steal my Silly String. I sprayed him in the head. It was glow-in-the-dark. Too cool. Scariest costume seen? Had to have been the 14 yr old girl dressed a slutty SCOTTISH teen witch complete with Casey Novak go-go boots and a tartan plaid trim on her vinyl witch costume...and was it EVER short.

Have to make my neck tie and go buy some Granny Panties to wear with my costume tomorrow. And Mrs CB wants home-made meatballs...wonder what she's offering in return ;)

Oh yeah! The Burning Bush has a real name, but I think we will continue to call her Wilma. She was our first visitor. And I am sure that all of that candy will be eaten by her 17-month old daughter. Right!
cabenson: (bar fight)
I decide to use my day off doing work around the house that has been neglected recently. I taped up the window trim, threw on not one, but TWO coats of white satin paint, took a break to make Mrs CB's favorite meal, and put up the new pretty and ornate curtain rods. I measured my picture window at 104 inches (all the better to see The Burning Bush with) and checked the ros...104 inches as well. So I put up the brackets and place the rod on...there is a two inch gap between the rods...sonuvabitch. Got a plan to rig it without moving the brackets because THAT! would require more patching, sanding and painting. I re-measured the window...108 inches...I probably would have read that correctly if I had put my newer glasses on. But I think they are still stuck in someone's ass in Teh Harem. So, Harem members, please check your asses for my black glasses. Thanks!
cabenson: (bar fight)
I decide to use my day off doing work around the house that has been neglected recently. I taped up the window trim, threw on not one, but TWO coats of white satin paint, took a break to make Mrs CB's favorite meal, and put up the new pretty and ornate curtain rods. I measured my picture window at 104 inches (all the better to see The Burning Bush with) and checked the ros...104 inches as well. So I put up the brackets and place the rod on...there is a two inch gap between the rods...sonuvabitch. Got a plan to rig it without moving the brackets because THAT! would require more patching, sanding and painting. I re-measured the window...108 inches...I probably would have read that correctly if I had put my newer glasses on. But I think they are still stuck in someone's ass in Teh Harem. So, Harem members, please check your asses for my black glasses. Thanks!
cabenson: (Default)
What a BEAUTIFUL day! And because it is so beautiful, I have been guilted in to working outside on the house instead of sitting here, researching and playing. I agreed, but insisted that we needed to go to Lowe's first. $100 worth of caulk, paint, painting supplies and gardening shit later, I have become...The Caulk-Master. I finished cleaning away the old caulk on the concrete window ledge, scraped the mother down, and laid a beautiful bead of caulk to seal her up. Bitch asked for a cigarette when I was done. Now...the interior windows.

And there was another sighting of The Burning Bush this afternoon. For those that have never heard this tale, allow me to start at the beginning. One lazy, early summer Sunday morning, I was pulled from my bed by Mrs CB's cries, "My eyes. my eyes!!" Running down the hall, as much as I can run, I breathlessly asked what was wrong. She explained that she had been innocently sitting on the love-seat that faces a rather large picture window, reading the comics. She looked up for the briefest of moments to witness the house dress of the 800lb redhead that lives across the street flying ...upward. Trying to decide whether to laugh or cry, Mrs CB stated that it appeared that she was indeed, a true redhead. Taking in to account this neighbor's propensity to scream obscenities at her spouse and or children at any time during any day (Mother's Day we heard, "Don't FUCK with me, this is MY day!!), we have nicknamed her "The Burning Bush".

And yes, it was a bit breezy today. And bleach in your eyes DOES sting a bit.

Off to do more caulking...painting comes tomorrow.
cabenson: (Default)
What a BEAUTIFUL day! And because it is so beautiful, I have been guilted in to working outside on the house instead of sitting here, researching and playing. I agreed, but insisted that we needed to go to Lowe's first. $100 worth of caulk, paint, painting supplies and gardening shit later, I have become...The Caulk-Master. I finished cleaning away the old caulk on the concrete window ledge, scraped the mother down, and laid a beautiful bead of caulk to seal her up. Bitch asked for a cigarette when I was done. Now...the interior windows.

And there was another sighting of The Burning Bush this afternoon. For those that have never heard this tale, allow me to start at the beginning. One lazy, early summer Sunday morning, I was pulled from my bed by Mrs CB's cries, "My eyes. my eyes!!" Running down the hall, as much as I can run, I breathlessly asked what was wrong. She explained that she had been innocently sitting on the love-seat that faces a rather large picture window, reading the comics. She looked up for the briefest of moments to witness the house dress of the 800lb redhead that lives across the street flying ...upward. Trying to decide whether to laugh or cry, Mrs CB stated that it appeared that she was indeed, a true redhead. Taking in to account this neighbor's propensity to scream obscenities at her spouse and or children at any time during any day (Mother's Day we heard, "Don't FUCK with me, this is MY day!!), we have nicknamed her "The Burning Bush".

And yes, it was a bit breezy today. And bleach in your eyes DOES sting a bit.

Off to do more caulking...painting comes tomorrow.

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