Whoop Ti Doo...
...I bought a fan. It's the second fan I've bought this year. The other one was killed by my kid whilst I was in Vermont. (Ick ick ick...I just went to shoo a little gnat that was on my monitor and I swiped it's tiny guts all over the screen. I hate when that happens. Every window is open and the bugs they are a-flying...more on that later.) I have ceiling fans in every room and window fans in the bedrooms and the living room. Well, I HAD one in my bedroom...but my kid somehow managed to break two of the blades off of it.
I didn't even ask.
So, with the AC out, I had to get another fan. I pretty much just use my bedroom as a dressing room now. I have clothes everywhere. Even the suitcase from Vermont is still on my bed, I just put the clothes away and left it there. If I WERE to get lucky, I'd have to have at least two days notice. I didn't need the fan for that room. I needed it to blow at me in an attempt to take full advantage of the sweat that is dripping off of my body. If I have to sweat, at least I can have hot air blown at me so that the sweat can do it's job and cool my ass down.
Gogia hot is some serious hot folks, I would think twice before coming here after January or before December...it's awful hot in between. I moved here in March and it was hideously hot that year. I assumed that it was normal for these parts. So I was rather dismayed when I was told that the pools didn't open until after Memorial Day. Heck, that's when they open in Chicago...I'm sitting in Georgia in March in 90 degree heat and I'm told that the pools won't open for over two months. That was the summer we had the 500 year flood, El Nino was in the news and OJ Simpson was a football hero whom we all admired. I've since learned that 90 is NOT normal for Georgia in March, although it certainly can happen.
Anyway, as I was driving to Home Depot, I realized that it had actually gotten pretty nice outside. But when I walked in the door of my kitchen, the heat and humidity hit me like like a big bowl of wet pasta. I couldn't believe that it could be 78 outside and then be 478 in the house. The living room fan is in the window and I can't really benefit from that one unless I sit on the coffee table and that won't do. I needed a fan to blow at me while I was sitting in my recliner and now I have one. I just need to sit there and sweat as the fan cools me down. Actually, the living room isn't terribly bad now...but the kitchen is hot as hell. So, if it gets to the point where I can't take the heat, I'll get out of the kitchen.
So...bugs...I hate them. I told them ALL that I wouldn't bother them as long as they stayed outside. Once they come into my house, I can assassinate them with full and total immunity. Last night, a suicidal earwig was walking above my head. Actually, it wasn't an earwig, it was something larger and the ass pincer thing had me thinking, at first, that it was a scorpion. Vex used to be the bug hit man but since his exit, I have taken the horifying assigment on myself. So, I had two opitions. I could have, A. Let the creature keep crawling around above my head knowing that it and its ass pincers could drop on my head at any moment and "pince" me or, B. I could have killed the little bastard.
I chose plan B. Sorry, bug dude, I told you to keep your ass pincer out of my house.
With my house having so many open portals to the planet, every insect in the county is headed in. Every so often, I hear a tiny bug thud and find a june bug, lying on it's back, kicking it's stupid little legs around as though Jane Fonda were egging him on. And the moths...forget about it...they are everywhere. This is absolutely my worst nightmare come true. I'm under attack by all of these beings and all I have in my arsenal is a fly-swatter.
Oh well, this too shall pass. Sooner or later the landlord will come home and I will get the AC fixed. Then, I will have the luxury of paying $300 for a month of comfort.
So, I guess I should go sit on my recliner and sweat. I'll see ya'll soon.
Meg
...I bought a fan. It's the second fan I've bought this year. The other one was killed by my kid whilst I was in Vermont. (Ick ick ick...I just went to shoo a little gnat that was on my monitor and I swiped it's tiny guts all over the screen. I hate when that happens. Every window is open and the bugs they are a-flying...more on that later.) I have ceiling fans in every room and window fans in the bedrooms and the living room. Well, I HAD one in my bedroom...but my kid somehow managed to break two of the blades off of it.
I didn't even ask.
So, with the AC out, I had to get another fan. I pretty much just use my bedroom as a dressing room now. I have clothes everywhere. Even the suitcase from Vermont is still on my bed, I just put the clothes away and left it there. If I WERE to get lucky, I'd have to have at least two days notice. I didn't need the fan for that room. I needed it to blow at me in an attempt to take full advantage of the sweat that is dripping off of my body. If I have to sweat, at least I can have hot air blown at me so that the sweat can do it's job and cool my ass down.
Gogia hot is some serious hot folks, I would think twice before coming here after January or before December...it's awful hot in between. I moved here in March and it was hideously hot that year. I assumed that it was normal for these parts. So I was rather dismayed when I was told that the pools didn't open until after Memorial Day. Heck, that's when they open in Chicago...I'm sitting in Georgia in March in 90 degree heat and I'm told that the pools won't open for over two months. That was the summer we had the 500 year flood, El Nino was in the news and OJ Simpson was a football hero whom we all admired. I've since learned that 90 is NOT normal for Georgia in March, although it certainly can happen.
Anyway, as I was driving to Home Depot, I realized that it had actually gotten pretty nice outside. But when I walked in the door of my kitchen, the heat and humidity hit me like like a big bowl of wet pasta. I couldn't believe that it could be 78 outside and then be 478 in the house. The living room fan is in the window and I can't really benefit from that one unless I sit on the coffee table and that won't do. I needed a fan to blow at me while I was sitting in my recliner and now I have one. I just need to sit there and sweat as the fan cools me down. Actually, the living room isn't terribly bad now...but the kitchen is hot as hell. So, if it gets to the point where I can't take the heat, I'll get out of the kitchen.
So...bugs...I hate them. I told them ALL that I wouldn't bother them as long as they stayed outside. Once they come into my house, I can assassinate them with full and total immunity. Last night, a suicidal earwig was walking above my head. Actually, it wasn't an earwig, it was something larger and the ass pincer thing had me thinking, at first, that it was a scorpion. Vex used to be the bug hit man but since his exit, I have taken the horifying assigment on myself. So, I had two opitions. I could have, A. Let the creature keep crawling around above my head knowing that it and its ass pincers could drop on my head at any moment and "pince" me or, B. I could have killed the little bastard.
I chose plan B. Sorry, bug dude, I told you to keep your ass pincer out of my house.
With my house having so many open portals to the planet, every insect in the county is headed in. Every so often, I hear a tiny bug thud and find a june bug, lying on it's back, kicking it's stupid little legs around as though Jane Fonda were egging him on. And the moths...forget about it...they are everywhere. This is absolutely my worst nightmare come true. I'm under attack by all of these beings and all I have in my arsenal is a fly-swatter.
Oh well, this too shall pass. Sooner or later the landlord will come home and I will get the AC fixed. Then, I will have the luxury of paying $300 for a month of comfort.
So, I guess I should go sit on my recliner and sweat. I'll see ya'll soon.
Meg
posted by Meg Kelso | 7:37 PM
3 Comments:
Im not a fan of bugs either. For me the worst thing is when you can hear something buzzing round your ears, especially when your half asleep in the morning. It always sounds like the wasp/bee is dive bombing you and you have to make a last ditch attempt to get out of the way... Apparently hanging bags of water on the porch gets rid of mosquitoes? might be folklaw that one. Was going to send you a funny picture in the email but couldn't find your address..
The best way to beat the heat is just head to the Lake to the boat, the water is still cool and no bugs out on the water.
Buddy in Marietta
Meg,
After reading your recent posts at Cruel.com, I started checking out your blog (I had not after your older posts). I have gotten as far as 03 Feb 05 (0947) when the following compelled me to reply: I went to Fenton High School in Bensenville Illinois, graduating in 1976.
Fenton High (Bisons, if memory serves me), that is interesting. My father taught there for over 20 years. At the time you were there, he was Head of the Science Department. It is just a small quirk; nothing more than for what it’s worth.
Keep on keeping on.
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