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Trousers that Fit, Ghost Walks, and Bobby Nearly Beating up a Guy at the Intersection

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Trousers that Fit, Ghost Walks, and Bobby Nearly Beating up a Guy at the Intersection

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Ah, this is a hodge-podge post. Firstly, I am beginning to believe that the sight alone of Deepest Sender has an opiate-like effect on my mind. This I know from studying opiates, not doing them, of course. But I've denied myself LJ until I got all of my comments caught up, so the sight of the Deepest Sender screen is like a big "Aaaaahhhh...."

I'm so hopelessly geeky.

So here's a life update in hopefully less than 10,000 words.

Thursday, I got some new clothes. I hardly ever get new clothes, so yes, this is a big deal. I got two pairs of trousers and a pair of knee-high black lace-up boots, which I didn't need, but I've wanted boots like this for like five years now and Kohl's had them for fifty bucks and in a non-leather material....

I'm notoriously hard to fit in trousers because I have a skinny waist and a big bum so trousers that fit my waist are very uncomfortable otherwise, and trousers that fit my backside tend to slide down to where I feel I should have entered the plumbing profession every time I lean over. Also, my legs are long, so trousers tend to reach my ankles and ride up in comic geek fashion whenever I sit down.

So I wear mostly skirts, but this gets tedious, especially in the winter, when I usually wear old skating trousers under the skirts and tall boots so that no one can see the trousers. The problem with the boots is that I have an extra knob of bone in my left foot that hurts terribly if shoved into anything aside from my sneakers or hiking boots for too long, so I have to take off the boot under my desk and...yes, I am complicated.

But I found trousers that fit, as in being cut low on the hips so the waist isn't an issue, loose enough in the bum to be comfortable, and long enough that I actually had to roll them a bit to keep from treading on the cuffs today. And they're cargo pants so they've got a dozen pockets. I love clothes with lots of pockets, always thinking that they'd be so good for hiding things. Pity I never remember to actually hide anything in them.

The boots are awesome. I've really wanted boots like this for years now but had to wait for the rest of the world to catch up with my quirky tastes. Alas, such boots are popular this year. Sometimes, I think I should have gone into fashion design because it was always the case that I was being teased for wearing something one year, and the next year, everyone was wearing it.

Today was a completely Johnny-free day at work. And I even had a story in mind. Embarassingly enough, I wasted my day doing research for movie reviews.

Bobby's coworker is leaving Customs, so they took him out for drinks this afternoon, so Bobby was later than usual in getting home from work. I used the time to finally catch up on my LJ comments, some of which were a week old. Apparently, while Bobby was driving home, he almost got into a fistfight with another driver.

To make sense of this, one must understand what Route 40 is like where you get onto it near our apartment. Coming off of Route 29, you have about 50 ft/16 m to merge over two lanes of traffic and into the left-turn lane for our street. Route 40 is one of the busiest roads in the state, so it either gets horribly backed up there (since so many people have to merge over to make that turn) or one has to resort to drastic measures to cross the traffic. People are idiots around here and won't let a person in front of them, fearing that--OMG!!--that six-foot difference might make them late for a meeting!!! I am normally a very gentle driver (for this area especially), but that merge will make me cut people off, flip the middle finger, and lean on the horn on a pretty regular basis.

So Bobby was getting ready to make the merge, but traffic was backed up--per usual during a Friday rush hour--so he was sitting in the merge lane and waiting for the light to change and traffic to start moving. Around the corner off of Route 29 comes a dude in a Mustang like the proverbial bat out of hell, not expecting Bobby sitting there, having to slam on the brakes, brakes screaming, to keep from hitting him.

Then the guy has the nerve to honk at Bobby. Why? Because Bobby was sitting in stopped traffic? I guess that's a crime around here, as it tends to make people late for those meetings around which their lives seem to center. Anyhoo, Bobby flips him off. When the light changes, the guy whips around Bobby and swerves the car like he's trying to sideswipe him, then jerks in front of him to get into the turn lane.

Bobby then allegedly pulled up behind him in the turn lane, put the car in park, and got out. Now, the thing to know about my husband is that he is a big dude. He's 6'3"/190 cm and quite imposing. Bobby's hollering in language that I'm not going to repeat here. The other guy opens the door and starts to get out of the car, takes one look at Bobby lumbering towards him, gets back into the car, slams the door, and speeds off.

I told him to please attempt not to get in any physical altercations, as I am not eager to get a call from the Howard County Detention Center anytime soon.

Tonight, we had plans to take the Savage Mill Ghost Tour. We did the Ellicott City tour last autumn. It was really cool. The mill was one of the biggest on the east coast, and our tour guide was an awesome storyteller and very keen on putting everything into a historical context. I don't think that the alledged hauntings at Savage Mill are quite as dramatic as Ellicott City, but they tend to be verified to a greater degree, as Savage Mill is now more or less a crafts and antiques mall, and lots of people tend to witness the hauntings. Plus, Savage Mill is just an interesting place with lots of interesting shops, and we found yet another good restaurant to tempt us from eating at home.

Tomorrow, we're seeing the Capitals play, and it's a special Ovechkin tribute game for receiving the Calder Trophy last year. We get Ovie coins--w00t! Since I quietly fangurl Ovechkin, I will be taking tiny digital camera pictures from high up in the nosebleed section.

Potter is over now and staying for the whole weekend. It's been a long while since having a bona fide Nerd Weekend, so I'm looking forward to it. And Bobby's first game for the Pirahnas is on Sunday.

Now, it is 2:30--way past my bedtime--and I'm ready to drop.
  • Suuure you haven't done opiates...

    Well, apparently I don't have anorexic calves so boots are right out. Except for riding boots, because those are made for people with calves greater than 3 inches around. (Half chaps are not though. Meh, who needs half chaps?)
    • I have skater's calves and I fit in these lace-up boots with room to spare. ;) My other tall boots are very, very tight.
      • So skaters must half tiny calves then, eh? :P
        • No, the boots are just cut larger-than-usual. I have a good inch of extra room. It's weird! Though it also inspires Bobby to remark that the boots remind him of those worn by the old man with the snow shovel in Home Alone.... :^P
    • You know, my problem is the opposite: I have rather skinny calves compared to my thighs that usually bulge with muscle. I think it looks strange, but people tell me I'm imagining things... *shrugs*
      • I think that it's a matter of perspective sometimes. Even my thighs look big to me (and I'm a skinny girl), even though I know that they're not. It's like my own personal funhouse mirror. ;)
  • Oh, that was an exciting medley of Dawn's life. *g*

    (And while I agree that husbands in detention centers = no good idea, the way you described that scene is brilliant! LOL!)
    • I'm glad that you enjoyed the scene! I pretty much described it as Bobby described it to me, only without that wild eyes and with far less use of the f-word. ;)

      All of my life is an exciting medley, it seems. Especially lately!
  • But I've denied myself LJ until I got all of my comments caught up, so the sight of the Deepest Sender screen is like a big "Aaaaahhhh...."

    I am so behind, last morning I compiled citations and such for the comment on fading, death, Mandos ect ect.. but I think I am gonna reply by e-mail. I am just behind and I feel guilty about it :( So wow Dawn, amazing!!!

    Hmmm I love the sound of your new boots. Pictures???? How are the fish doing? Managed to capture Celegorm on an image?

    Now, the thing to know about my husband is that he is a big dude. He's 6'3"/190 cm and quite imposing. Bobby's hollering in language that I'm not going to repeat here.

    Hmmm I can picture him getting out of the car, squaring his shoulders and give him that look.... My hubby is 6'6" so yeah *grin*
    • I am just behind and I feel guilty about it :( So wow Dawn, amazing!!!

      I always feel guilty too when people take time to write comments to me and I can't answer for a few days. Funny thing is, when people don't reply to my comments, I don't mind at all. I assume that they're busy.

      I know, I'm too hard on myself. I suspect that maybe you know what I mean in this too? ;)

      Hmmm I love the sound of your new boots. Pictures????

      Absolutely! I own atanwende meme pictures of my favorite shoes, so I'll include my new boots there as well.

      How are the fish doing? Managed to capture Celegorm on an image?

      I did try the other night. Unfortunately, he's fast, and my camera is slow. Everything came out as a blur. I'm going to have to wait for the SeaLife at Christmas, I suspect. :(

      If he settles down, I might see if I can snap him, but as soon as the cichlids see me, they go crazy and Celegorm is right behind them.

      Hmmm I can picture him getting out of the car, squaring his shoulders and give him that look.... My hubby is 6'6" so yeah *grin*

      Wow! That's very tall! I have an uncle that tall, and he sometimes knocks his head on lighting fixtures, poor guy. ;)

      I do feel very safe walking around with my beast of a husband, even if I have to crick my neck sometimes to kiss him!
  • Sometimes, I think I should have gone into fashion design because it was always the case that I was being teased for wearing something one year, and the next year, everyone was wearing it.

    Hehe. We could form a team. Here's just a small list of things that I was looked upon as if I was teh idiot!!!11!! not so long ago, and that suddenly everybody does/has:

    - wearing my pants in my boots
    - my tartan mini skirt
    - fingerless gloves
    - red hair (proclaimed trendy only shortly after I changed to dark brown...)
    - etc. etc.

    Also, is it just here, or are the size of jeans/pants in general really strange these days? I recently bought a pair of jeans in size 26. I mean, I am pretty thin, but I certainly don't have a size 26 butt. *is puzzled*
    • My famous example was when I started wearing trousers under my short little dresses. The dresses were too little to wear in most situations, and it was getting cold out...I literally had people laugh at me in my dresses over trousers. Then, next year, guess what was on all of the store displays? Dresses over trousers.

      I was mad.

      So, yes, let's form a team! We'll take over the fashion world! (There's something I never thought I'd hear myself say.)

      I recently bought a pair of jeans in size 26. I mean, I am pretty thin, but I certainly don't have a size 26 butt. *is puzzled*

      Hee...I think your sizes are a bit different from ours. I wear a size 9/10 in trousers, for example. ;)

      I've always found women's clothes cut oddly, though. Like the trousers I'm wearing now are 11/12. But the pair I bought the same day, same style, just different material: 9/10. WTF.
      • Hee...I think your sizes are a bit different from ours. I wear a size 9/10 in trousers, for example. ;)

        Ah, I didn't know that. Our sizes for jeans are given in inches, and I always thought it must be an American system since I hardly know about anything else measured in inches around here. So 26 is pretty much an XXS. (And I also own two trousers in the same style but in two different sizes... I must be a common phenomenon. Which doesn't make it logical, hehe)
        • 26 inches?! Good God! I'm skinny and have like a 30" waist.

          I have no idea what the American size system is based on. Men's trousers are based on waist size but women get the rather arbitrary "9/10."
          • Better say, it's supposed to be inches. I can think of no one who has a 26 inches waist. That's why it feels twice as ridiculous to fit into this size. But it seems to be something of a trend here that the size-numbers get totally puzzling, for example I own tops from XS to L which is simply strange.
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