Slackers and Crazies

So I'm a slacker. I know, I know, this may come as a shock to many of you, but, alas, it is true. I've just been so busy...skipping my art class in Cody...not turning in my application to substitute teach...getting out of bed at 9 am...painting PAINTING! Yay! I did finish something. I painted my house, and I will post pictures if I can somehow figure out how to do a slide show on here. I now feel a little bit better about myself (actually I'm not done painting yet - but I did get a lot done...I don't want to talk about it). Ahem.

Actually, I am slightly exaggerating. I feel like I'm really busy but when I look back at the end of the week or if someone asks me what I did all day, I have a hard time coming up with stuff. Does anyone else have this problem? James said that I'm the only one he knows who can turn a 3 credit art class and a 2 hour a week job (I teach yoga) into a full-time job. Whatever. Anyway, the point is...I am a slacker. Which brings me to my next point: Don't smoke crack (WaterBoy, anyone?) Moving on.

Here is a slideshow of my summer - starting with Graduation in May - consisting of many hikes - and painting - and, well, just look at the stupid pictures:

There is something else that I've been thinking about lately...

They're everywhere.

In our closets, cars, bathrooms. On our bedside tables, in our kitchens, on our own bodies. In our workplaces, classrooms, and even, *gasp*, in the great outdoors.

We sleep on them at night, we put them together, we communicate through them, we cannot live without them!

They cause husbands to scream and fathers to go cross-eyed.

Inanimate Objects (may or may not be technological): Creating rage and insanity in the male species since, well, forever.

Let me explain.

I'm on the phone a lot. That's one of my jobs. I pay bills. I call 800,000 companies to get our &%$# phone number/address switched. I used to have to call and check insurance plans when I worked at the front desk of a PT office. In other words, I have a lot of experience talking THROUGH inanimate objects TO non-living computer generated voices...

James does not.

In an event that began with one of DirecTV's channels not working and me telling James that if he wanted to watch it, HE could call them for once in his life, James used the telephone. And got a fake person. The event concluded with me walking out the door, telling him to meet me at my parents' for dinner because I was not about to sit around and listen to a crazy person yelling at the top of his lungs at a recording that he "frickin just want(s) to talk to somebody!"...as he subsequently took it out on the phone.  I'm not sure it survived.

I go to my parents' where my dad is insisting that the new HD receiver and remote isn't working. I'm pretty sure there were a few choice words being thrown around, with my mom talking under her breath in the kitchen that "he is an idiot" and that "I showed him how to use it yesterday" or something to that effect.

Moral of the story: You can't argue with stupid. Or crazy. Just walk away, and be glad the phone or remote or rock or screwdriver or hat or whatever it may be has no feelings.