I’m super-lazy this weekend. Well, you’re reading this Monday. So I suppose that should be past-tense. I WAS super-lazy this weekend. I just wanted to sit on the couch and do nothing at all. Which is foolish because it is SPRING and I should want to be FROLICKING but mostly I just wanted to be SLOTHING. What, that’s totally a verb. Right? Well, if it’s not, it is now. SLOTHING!
But I totally went to work and did the work-thing and I went to a play on Sunday because even though you WANT to be slothing, you probably can’t really sloth. I mean, you could, but then you’d feel terrible about yourself for having slothed when you could have gone out and done things.
So at work on Saturday, the following thing happened:
A person called the maintenance line of their apartment complex to complain that a bird had gotten into the laundry room, and they needed it removed immediately, because they were afraid they would catch rabies from it. From a bird. Rabies from a BIRD. I did not take this call, but I saw this call because I was in charge of reviewing all the calls for a while. That’s a thing I have to do sometimes. Mostly it means I have to correct people’s grammar and spelling and make sure that calls that should be paged out are paged out, and that calls are being paged to the correct person on call. Fancy, right? Right. ANYWAY, when I saw that one I laughed until I snorted and then wrote Andreas the following note so I would remember to tell him about the bird when I got home:
Because I knew Andreas, who is very sciency, would find a rabid bird both hilarious and very sad. And he did.
@lucysfootball *sigh* Rabies… Had it been a bat, or a raccoon.
— Andreas Heinakroon (@heinakroon) April 7, 2013
Also, someone called a pest-control line and asked how they could go about adopting from us, and I said, “Did you want to adopt ants or bees?” and she was all, “No, a puppy” and I said, “We don’t have puppies? Just ants? And bees? And sometimes armadillos, and raccoons.” And she was not pleased with this. It was like she thought I was lying to her. Why would you think a pest control company would have puppies? That seems like faulty logic to me. As puppies aren’t pests, really. Well, I suppose if they are chewing on your shoes that’s a little pesty, but not enough to call a pest control company. Sheesh.
Then today (MY today, YOUR yesterday) I tried to sleep in (FAIL) and then lazed around most prestigiously until it was time to go to the theater. It was so windy today I probably could have opened an umbrella and it would have carried me all the way to Schenectady. ECONOMICAL AND ECOFRIENDLY!
The play was quite good. I was glad I got up off the couch. It had a lot of layers. Sometimes I don’t want to think when I go to the theater and I just want things to be pretty and fluffy and sometimes I want to sink my teeth into something. It was a sink-my-teeth sort of day, and the play delivered. It had racism and activism and making changes in the world and people who changed over the course of the action and suspense and drama. All good things. And people I loved – friend P., who is always brilliant, and M., who I’ve worked with a few times and gets better every time I see him, which makes me so happy. I love to see an actor grow and evolve. It shows they’re paying attention and it shows they love what they do. And there were a lot of people I hadn’t seen onstage before, two of whom were absolutely amazing and I hope to see them again. (One was 18. EIGHTEEN! And WONDERFUL! He cried onstage. Effortlessly. That’s a talent, right there. ADULTS have problems with that. Nope. Like it wasn’t even a thing. WHOA. I expect great things from this kid.)
And now I’m being a sloth again. SLOTHING! It is a slothful weekend. This week I have things to do like review a musical (and hang out with friend K., who is a DIFFERENT friend K. than I usually talk about, I know, am I just the most social? The answer to that is NO, but anyway, friend K. is coming to the show with me and I think we are having dinner beforehand, which will be nice, because I don’t know that we’ve ever hung out outside of the theater before, and as we all know, this is YEAR OF TRYING NEW THINGS!, so it will be exciting and fun.) I think that’s all I have this week? I don’t have my social butterfly calendar in front of me. That’s at work.
ALSO, it is less than a month to trip-to-Baltimore time! This is very exciting. I should start thinking about this more. What will I wear? What will we do? What will I bring? How much can I get away with playing on the floor with Baby CeeVee without looking like a total lunatic, because I TOTALLY want to roll around with her on the floor and make her laugh and laugh! I am shameless about baby laughter. It makes me the happiest. I will make ALL the faces for baby laughter. Every last one! Baby CeeVee, we are going to be the best of friends, I just know it!
It is now time for Game of Thrones, which will cap off my weekend of slothing, which, if you look at it, was not all that slothy, was it? Dammit. I’m terrible at slothing. I need to take lessons or something. Slothing lessons! Where the highest-graded student does the least amount of work! SLOTHING!
Oh, and bonus Dad-story: he had a bunch of people over at his mirrory condo a few days ago for a going-away party. (Not RANDOM people. My cousins and their children. They’d been visiting for a week or so.) So there were five little children in his condo. I asked him the next day how it went.
“I had to vaccuum for an hour and a half today,” he said, in a very dire tone. “The place was RIDDLED with crumbs. UTTERLY RIDDLED. Did you know wherever children go, THEY DROP CRUMBS? So. Many. Crumbs. Amy.”
RIDDLED with crumbs has made me laugh for days. Just utterly riddled. However did he raise two children without going insane? With ALL THOSE CRUMBS being dropped and all? Poor Dad, such a tormented soul.
Also, today is Amy’s grandmother’s birthday. She is 86. Isn’t that a wonderful age? Yes, it is. She is funny and sassy and full of delightful stories that are quite often gossipy and cussy. Happy birthday, Amy’s grandmother! I hope you have the best 86th year anyone has ever had. (It is also Hugh Hefner’s 86th birthday. I like to pretend they are birthday twins, because it makes me giggle with glee. They have SO MUCH IN COMMON. Heh.)
Happy week, all. I wish you all much slothery. Remember, the winner of the slothing game is the one who does the LEAST. Best of luck!
April 8th, 2013 at 12:03 pm
Enjoyed your blog and sense of humour!
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April 8th, 2013 at 5:53 pm
Thank you so much! So glad you’re here!
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April 8th, 2013 at 12:08 pm
I’ve missed reading you! I was supposed to have a slothful weekend, too. Doctor’s orders. But it was the first warm and sunny weekend we’ve had, so did I stay in bed? Um, no. Too much to do.
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April 8th, 2013 at 12:27 pm
WHAT?!
If the doctor says bed rest, you bed rest. No wonder I didn’t hear from you this weekend, you knew I’d chew you out.
[angry face]
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April 8th, 2013 at 5:52 pm
You take care of yourself, lady! I worry about you!
It WAS a nice weekend! I have such spring fever. I even open the windows a little when I get home from work. It is LOVELY!
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April 8th, 2013 at 6:24 pm
My windows are wide open! I lie. They’re open enough to let in the brazen breeze, but not so far that Squish can fall out. SPRING!
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April 8th, 2013 at 6:25 pm
I have to keep closing mine after an hour or so – it’s still getting SO COLD at night. But the couple of hours of fresh air make me (and the cats!) so happy!
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April 8th, 2013 at 9:42 pm
It gets really cold at night, but it’s so luxurious to be able to burrow down under the quilts!
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:50 pm
It’s been nice this week. I think I might be able to open the windows at night. I love to be cold in the mornings with the windows open, if I can!
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April 8th, 2013 at 12:29 pm
I have to vacuum ALL THE TIME. Vacuuming, sweeping, mopping. This is how I spend most of my day,cos it has to be done after every. meal.
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April 8th, 2013 at 5:52 pm
Another reason I would not be a good mom. I would not clean after every meal. We would get ants.
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April 8th, 2013 at 2:48 pm
Ha! I love that you call it slothing!
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April 8th, 2013 at 5:51 pm
I do so enjoy verbizing words. The English language is my playground.
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April 8th, 2013 at 8:08 pm
What your dad said is so much truth. My place is utterly riddled too. I even ordered my own carpet shampooer out of desperation.
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April 8th, 2013 at 8:12 pm
RIDDLED! He said it so seriously, too. “Utterly RIDDLED, Amy!” I laughed so hard I almost choked.
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April 9th, 2013 at 8:10 am
1. I feel your dad’s pain concerning the crumbs. RIDDLED was the correct word. Haha!
2. Happy Birthday, Amy’s grandmother!
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:50 pm
UTTERLY RIDDLED!
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April 9th, 2013 at 8:59 am
Well, I didn’t even read this yesterday, so do I win at slothiness? Blog slothiness, anyway. That’s a thing, right? I didn’t know I was winning anything, so this is kind of exciting.
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:49 pm
You DO! Congratulations! I don’t know what you win! Probably an award for slothiness would be very late in being shipped out, I’d think.
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April 9th, 2013 at 12:51 pm
The sloth is so cute! Aw, tiny sloth!
I feel like sometimes well-trained animals are cleaner than children. I feel as if it will be a long while before I want any children. Or if I ever do at all. Because all the cleaning! :p
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:47 pm
I wouldn’t mind children. My house would be a mess, but I think we’d have a grand old time overall in our messy house.
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April 9th, 2013 at 2:39 pm
Anytime you want slothing lessons, just let me know. I am the queen of slothing. It’s pretty much my life. (Seriously – medical issues are forcing me into a life of total slothing, so I’m a pro! However, I don’t recommend developing a medical condition to FORCE such slothing. Much better to do just on your own. Still, I’m a pro at it now – so, slothing advice is free anytime! :-)
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:46 pm
I do not have time to sloth. So much to do! It’s probably best that I don’t, anyway. How would I get a billion things done if I was being all slothy?
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April 9th, 2013 at 3:43 pm
Reblogged this on medtitou31 and commented:
غريب
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April 9th, 2013 at 5:41 pm
Google tells me that comment means “Strange.” Well, that’s the first time I’ve been called strange in Arabic. I doubt it will be the last. I’d say thank you for the reblog, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a compliment. So I’ll just say, “You, too!” and leave it at that.
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April 10th, 2013 at 4:34 pm
Is so strange animal that I did not see like it did not mean anything else
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April 10th, 2013 at 6:54 pm
OK, possibly a language barrier issue? Let’s let it go. Sloths are awesome, and now you know about them, and that’s really all that matters.
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April 10th, 2013 at 7:43 pm
If this animal called Eslan Thank you for the information
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