Sally

Quite mysteriously, a rather hairy looking bottle of holy oil has appeared in our basement. should i take this as a good sign? or as i am more prone to doing, a rather ominous sign of weirdness? though maybe i am making too big of a deal out of this find. maybe everybody just happens to have mysteriously appearing bottles of holy oil that flit about their basements, you know, just in case they have to exorcise their demon possessed sock puppet named sally. or you know, for whatever. word up sally!

The basement mourns.

Alas my faithful chickens, it is time we part company and go our separate ways. It is indeed a sad day, though i shall always remember you and your love of corn and malt liquor.

let there be cake!

I have approximately 1,211 papers to write, the house is a wreck, my child is off somewhere eating crayons and trying to cram his stuffed elmo down the heating vent, and what do i do? clean the basement. i found this lovely cake stand, and it looked so terribly lonely. and as everyone knows lonely cake stands are sacrilegious and are considered by the Pope to be a modern day sin. so, in light of having nothing better to do, and because i am a God fearing woman, i baked the yummiest cake in the world to keep the cake stand company. at 9:30 at night. because that's how i roll.

Benny Benassi + Egyptian Lover = Me Peeing My Pants

Benny Benassi is coming to detroit for the techno fest! http://www.demf.com/ The Egyptian Lover is also coming for the festival. dude. i am so excited that the left hemisphere of my brain could theoretically explode with joy and/or a massive hemorrhage do to my excessively excited blood pressure. now seriously, it doesn't get any better than that. unless it involves pudding.

chock-a-block!

I almost cleaned my basement today. i give myself credit for seriously considering it, but eventually i decided to read this book instead.

Nothing says good times like a book chock-a-block full of serial killer hi-jinks, let me tell you! i've laughed, i've cried, i've engorged my spleen. It's a rollicking good time, even better than doing my laundry (or cleaning the basement...) truly a dream come true! This book can do many things, including making me forget enough of my day to get to sleep without drinking mouthwash, but unfortunately, it kept me away from cleaning my poor neglected basement for one more day. The bastard.

mmm ping pong

Basement update! we are finally down to having just one ping-pong table in our basement. yes, we actually had two down there, because apparently we really really love us some ping-pong, we are ping-pong fanatics, ping-pong-aholics even. or not. we used to play, (badly), but recently the stacks of crap piled three feet deep on the tables kind of got in the way. they do that. so last night we cleared one completely off and chucked it. well, we chucked it after dragging it up the stairs, bumping a hole in the ceiling with it, and hefting it out the door and through the garage. It was so much fun i almost peed my pants.

Do i think about pudding too much?

I think i may have to change the name of my blog, because cleaning anything, especially my basement, is the furthest thing from my mind right now. What is on my mind, you ask? My son, because 2 year olds refuse to be off your mind for longer than approximately 3 seconds, especially when there are cookies involved. School, because it is sucking the life out of me. And pudding, um, because it is delicious. The way things are going now, my basement could have evaporated for all i know, (as they are known to do from time to time in order to escape religious persecution). But i still cling to the hope that one day my crazy mutant professors will stop hounding me for my life blood, and i will once again be free to roam amidst the majestic glory that is my basement. It's always good to have something to look forward to. Even if it is really pathetic.