Ah, summer...
Jul. 7th, 2006 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
urbandruidOur heat wave is finally starting to break, at least at night. It's still hot during the day, but at least after the sun goes down we can open up the house, and it's actually cool outside. It's been nice.
The heat during the day is still making me really tired and lazy, though. There's a ton of stuff I ought to be doing that I just... haven't exactly gotten around to yet. I owe people tags, should probably write some challenge responses at some point this week, and I need to start digging into my ficathon assignment.
I'm so lazy these days, it's pathetic.
Sam bit me yesterday. Actually it was more of a nip, more gums than teeth, and I'm pretty sure she thought we were playing, but she managed to get me right in the muscle of my forearm, and it hurts like I've pulled something there. And yet, I still love my kitty. I did bop her on the nose when she did it, though, because, y'know, ow? And I don't want her to think that this whole biting people thing is okay- though if she bit some of the jerks who set off illegal fireworks on the 4th on the next fucking street over, I'd be okay with that.
We had a good 4th, but I was worried about those idiots, with their pretty fireworks that shoot up in the sky, explode, and land who knows where, while they'll still all hot and flamey... and it was windy that night. I was going to go inside and call the fire department, but I saw the police helicopter circling the neighborhood, and I figured they knew about it already. I hope those jerks enjoyed their $1000 fine. I just bought this house, people, you're not setting it on fire! Idiots...
We, of course, were downwind from the rest of the neighborhood, so we got all their smoke on a big gust of wind. Lots of fun, that... We had some trouble getting our fireworks lit, and finally Mom ended up lighting them with her cigarette, which just cracked us up.
Some idiot in a pickup truck ran over our last groundbloom. Jerk. We'd thrown it a little farther out into the street than we'd meant to, but you know, they last about thirty seconds, he could've just stopped, instead of gunning it. I felt sort of bad about how far it was out into the road until he did that. After, well, I sort of hope he singed the underside of his shiny truck. Which isn't nice of me, but whatever.
We actually came in before we'd lit off everything we had. I was getting kind of tired of sparkers, and we had about 60 of them. Seriously. The booth we went to only sold them in boxes of thirty, and they were buy one, get one free. *headdesk* Like we needed 60 sparklers. I was going to give a bunch to the family down the street, but I think they hit the same booth we did, 'cause they weren't hurting for sparklers either.
This seemes silly to me,the 60 sparkelers thing. When I worked in a fireworks booth a couple summers ago to help out a friend of mine, we had the same deal on sparklers, but we sold the individual boxes that are in the big box- so you'd buy one box of, say, six sparklers, and we'd throw in another one for free. A dozen sparklers is a good ammount. Sixty is kind of like... Holy shit, what?
So next year we find out if fireworks keep for a year. They're in the closet in the office now, and I guess we'll see next summer.
Hell, we'll see if I can find them next summer. Stuff tends to get moved around that closet a lot- though I'm going to try to be nice to the explosives, obviously.
I'd forgotten how much fun the 4th of July could be. We hadn't lit off fireworks of our own at home since I was a kid, and all I got to do back then was hold the sparkers, of course. It's so much more fun to light the things and run like hell. :)
Sam wasn't too thrilled with the fireworks- she doesn't like loud noises at all- but she did better than I'd thought she would. I figured by the time we got back inside, she'd be hiding under one of our beds, and we'd be lucky to see her again all night. But she was parked in the living room in one of her usual spots on the carpet- a little touchy, but not too bad.
So, all in all, it was a pretty good holiday. Strange having it in the middle of the week, though...
The heat during the day is still making me really tired and lazy, though. There's a ton of stuff I ought to be doing that I just... haven't exactly gotten around to yet. I owe people tags, should probably write some challenge responses at some point this week, and I need to start digging into my ficathon assignment.
I'm so lazy these days, it's pathetic.
Sam bit me yesterday. Actually it was more of a nip, more gums than teeth, and I'm pretty sure she thought we were playing, but she managed to get me right in the muscle of my forearm, and it hurts like I've pulled something there. And yet, I still love my kitty. I did bop her on the nose when she did it, though, because, y'know, ow? And I don't want her to think that this whole biting people thing is okay- though if she bit some of the jerks who set off illegal fireworks on the 4th on the next fucking street over, I'd be okay with that.
We had a good 4th, but I was worried about those idiots, with their pretty fireworks that shoot up in the sky, explode, and land who knows where, while they'll still all hot and flamey... and it was windy that night. I was going to go inside and call the fire department, but I saw the police helicopter circling the neighborhood, and I figured they knew about it already. I hope those jerks enjoyed their $1000 fine. I just bought this house, people, you're not setting it on fire! Idiots...
We, of course, were downwind from the rest of the neighborhood, so we got all their smoke on a big gust of wind. Lots of fun, that... We had some trouble getting our fireworks lit, and finally Mom ended up lighting them with her cigarette, which just cracked us up.
Some idiot in a pickup truck ran over our last groundbloom. Jerk. We'd thrown it a little farther out into the street than we'd meant to, but you know, they last about thirty seconds, he could've just stopped, instead of gunning it. I felt sort of bad about how far it was out into the road until he did that. After, well, I sort of hope he singed the underside of his shiny truck. Which isn't nice of me, but whatever.
We actually came in before we'd lit off everything we had. I was getting kind of tired of sparkers, and we had about 60 of them. Seriously. The booth we went to only sold them in boxes of thirty, and they were buy one, get one free. *headdesk* Like we needed 60 sparklers. I was going to give a bunch to the family down the street, but I think they hit the same booth we did, 'cause they weren't hurting for sparklers either.
This seemes silly to me,the 60 sparkelers thing. When I worked in a fireworks booth a couple summers ago to help out a friend of mine, we had the same deal on sparklers, but we sold the individual boxes that are in the big box- so you'd buy one box of, say, six sparklers, and we'd throw in another one for free. A dozen sparklers is a good ammount. Sixty is kind of like... Holy shit, what?
So next year we find out if fireworks keep for a year. They're in the closet in the office now, and I guess we'll see next summer.
Hell, we'll see if I can find them next summer. Stuff tends to get moved around that closet a lot- though I'm going to try to be nice to the explosives, obviously.
I'd forgotten how much fun the 4th of July could be. We hadn't lit off fireworks of our own at home since I was a kid, and all I got to do back then was hold the sparkers, of course. It's so much more fun to light the things and run like hell. :)
Sam wasn't too thrilled with the fireworks- she doesn't like loud noises at all- but she did better than I'd thought she would. I figured by the time we got back inside, she'd be hiding under one of our beds, and we'd be lucky to see her again all night. But she was parked in the living room in one of her usual spots on the carpet- a little touchy, but not too bad.
So, all in all, it was a pretty good holiday. Strange having it in the middle of the week, though...
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Date: 2006-07-07 10:56 pm (UTC)As to biting, Oolong always was a biter when he played. The best way to tell if she's still in "play" mode as opposed to biting you to make you go away is to watch her ears. If they're perked and she's still tracking whatever you're playing with, then it was a play nip. If they're flattened or facing towards the back, she's pissed or getting there.
Summer, yuck. Can't blame you for just wanting to make the whole day go away.