Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving mayhem

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Dear November 3rd Sprinkler User...

...It's that time again. Time to turn off that sprinkler timer and let your lawn die. I promise, come April, you can get all sorts of Spring-fevery and start watering the sidewalk along with that tiny patch of grass again! But for now, let's say goodbye to green and say hello to freezing temperatures and blankets of snow. I'm not happy about it, don't get me wrong, but want to know what makes me even more unhappy about Winter, November 3rd Sprinkler User? Slipping on new, man-made ice that shouldn't be there in the first place.

A lowly commuter, just looking to walk to the TRAX station without harm befalling her

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Television: 1, Annie: 0

I'm a pack rat. I keep things needlessly and for a long time. So I've had this old television sitting in my bedroom for six months, waiting to find a new home. And when I say "old," I mean something that was probably manufactured before I was. Meaning it was pretty dang heavy...

(This is an Internet-found representation, not an actual photo of the item in question...)

Cue last Thursday night when--gol darn it--I was going to get rid of that stupid tv once and for all. I mustered up every bit of the strength my girl arms had to offer and heaved that thing out of my apartment and down the hall to my awaiting car...

Only to drop that sucker just feet from the open car door. And wouldn't you know it, my instincts kicked in, and I threw my leg out there to help catch the massive beast of a thing.

I won't detail the myriad of curse words that went through my brain as I nearly crumpled to the ground in distress. But I would not be deterred! I picked up that monstrosity of an electronic device, and I slung it in the back seat and drove straight to DI. I told the guys at the pick-up to take it far, far away where it could do me harm no more.

And here are my bruises that have been forming ever since. You can't see them very well in the first picture, but look at my knee, my shin, and my ankle. In case you're wondering, none of those body parts is very adept at catching huge television sets.

(Like how my school book acts as a foot rest? In case you're wondering, it's a book about male/female roles in public administration...not some sort of dating book.)

And what did we learn from all this? Annie needs a boyfriend. Or I at least need to stop acting like I can do everything by myself.