"It's a world of laughter, a world of tears...it's a small world after all"
Oh, who am I kidding? I can always complain. I am in the land where every child's dreams come true. And I would all like them to keep quiet and out of my way, please.
However, the fact that it was a beautiful day today and I had lunch/dinner out on the pool deck this evening are not too bad. I'm in Orlando for work, and I have realized why people come to Florida in the winter. It's warm here. And the sun is shining. Niiiiiiiice.
A couple of random things I've been thinking about:
MUSIC QUIZ: STARTS STRONG, FIZZLES TO FINISH
I thought that I found the best new game in the world on my iPod on the plane ride here. It's "Music Quiz" where it takes selections from your music library and you have to guess which song it is. This might sound easy - it's my music library, right? I should know all the songs.
A couple of complications to that theory. I currently have approximately 2000 songs on my iPod. I am a teeny tiny bit of a purist, and most of the music I've put on there is full album material. I am just starting to pick and choose some songs from albums in my catalog and not put every track on there (i.e. ABBA "Gold," Paula Abdul "Forever Your Girl"). I do have some restraint in my obsessive quest to get my entire music collection on the iPod.
Although I do know a goodly number of the songs since I started with my favorites and have been working alphabetically or with new purchases since - there are still a lot of songs on there. I might know the artist, but the title escapes me (most of the newer Tori Amos). The iPod also gets tricky and starts at a random spot in the song. If it's on some rock guitar instrumental break, I may not be able to tell right away.
It does start taking titles away as you listen to more, but you get fewer points the slower you are. And I like getting points. Also, the click wheel selection can trip you up. Bastard.
All in all, a fun game the first couple of times I played it. By the third time (when I decided I wanted to play 100 rounds and see what my percentage would be - 99%) the songs started playing over and over again, though. 2000 songs and "Holland" by Ryan Adams or "Girl Can't Help It" by Journey are on 75% of the rounds? Disappointing.
My new favorite game was tainted.
MOBILE OFFICE MY FOOT
When I travel for work, it is expected that I also keep doing some my regular job functions as if I were in the office. I try. I really really do. I am dutiful at checking my e-mail and replying to people to let them know that I am still alive. I call in to the office on a daily basis to make sure there are no "fires" to be put out, which never happens. Usually, someone just gets on to say hi because our office is crazy and we like each other too much. I bring work with me with the best intentions of actually accomplishing something.
But it never happens. Even on a night like tonight where it was a pretty easy day and I had some free time. Screw doing work. I totally can't make the transition from being at a meeting to working on other meetings. I have a complete mental block against it.
It's not because I don't want to. It's because I can't.
SUDDENLY SUSAN? RELUCTANTLY KATHY.
Some people hate Kathy Griffin. I have been annoyed with her in the past. But I am watching her on Bravo right now, and she is pretty funny. To me, at least. Right this very minute. And that's all that matters.
SHOES AND CASHEWS
I was really not ready for the warm weather. I bought a $14 pair of flip flops in the gift shop because I was excited to let my toes breathe. I had to resist the $10 "souvenier bottle" of cashews in the mini bar last night. These trips can get expensive.
That's all for now from sunny central Florida. Enjoy your winter, I'll be back by the time it gets cold again this weekend!
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Salmonfish
"Have you seen the little piggies rolling in the dirt?" -Beatles
Once upon a time, there was a chinese buffet restaurant. It was much beloved by all of my co-workers for the excellent selection, but most of all for the entertainment value. In the interest of protecting the innocent, I won't give the real name - in our office it was simply known as "Salmonfish."
There was always a big old slab of salmon swimming in butter on the buffet and the label announced it to the world as "Salmonfish." This place was a veritable holy land of broken English and poor spelling in print. We had many, many favorites, and would get excited to tell the group if there was a new food item on the buffet with a particularly interesting spelling.
The servers were always harried, never pleasant, and a little scary to be honest. But our drinks were kept full and we could handle feeding our bellies. The best day was when one of the "smooth talkers" in the office decided to chat up our usual server and be nice to her. Her response was (and I quote) "Don't talk to me - I too busy!"
Then one bright, crisp day a group of us decided it was a Salmonfish day. Much to our dismay, when we got to the door (after seeing several Hazmat trucks in the parking lot - coincidence?) there was a sign stating they were closed. And in true Salmonfish fashion they stated they were "Sorry for inconve neice."
Much sadness and dismay was stated, and some of this was documented in my favorite medium, Haiku. For your pleasure, I am posting my tribute as well as those of co-worker M.
Viva la Salmonfish. We know we won't like the Thai Buffet that is taking its place nearly as much.
*****************************
No seafood conbo?
No frence fried with hot mastard?
Oh, my chicken ball.
Salmonfish no more
We're forced to eat fresh food now
Greatest tragedy
No shellfish surprise…
No sour waitresses await..
Gloom rules this sad day.
Thai doesn't cut it…
Peanut butter is not good...
as a condiment.
(and my thoughts on us e-mailing each other haiku...)
I think we’re brilliant
With due modesty, of course
As great as Basho
(If we do this more
I won’t be able to stop
It’s just like breathing)
Once upon a time, there was a chinese buffet restaurant. It was much beloved by all of my co-workers for the excellent selection, but most of all for the entertainment value. In the interest of protecting the innocent, I won't give the real name - in our office it was simply known as "Salmonfish."
There was always a big old slab of salmon swimming in butter on the buffet and the label announced it to the world as "Salmonfish." This place was a veritable holy land of broken English and poor spelling in print. We had many, many favorites, and would get excited to tell the group if there was a new food item on the buffet with a particularly interesting spelling.
The servers were always harried, never pleasant, and a little scary to be honest. But our drinks were kept full and we could handle feeding our bellies. The best day was when one of the "smooth talkers" in the office decided to chat up our usual server and be nice to her. Her response was (and I quote) "Don't talk to me - I too busy!"
Then one bright, crisp day a group of us decided it was a Salmonfish day. Much to our dismay, when we got to the door (after seeing several Hazmat trucks in the parking lot - coincidence?) there was a sign stating they were closed. And in true Salmonfish fashion they stated they were "Sorry for inconve neice."
Much sadness and dismay was stated, and some of this was documented in my favorite medium, Haiku. For your pleasure, I am posting my tribute as well as those of co-worker M.
Viva la Salmonfish. We know we won't like the Thai Buffet that is taking its place nearly as much.
*****************************
No seafood conbo?
No frence fried with hot mastard?
Oh, my chicken ball.
Salmonfish no more
We're forced to eat fresh food now
Greatest tragedy
No shellfish surprise…
No sour waitresses await..
Gloom rules this sad day.
Thai doesn't cut it…
Peanut butter is not good...
as a condiment.
(and my thoughts on us e-mailing each other haiku...)
I think we’re brilliant
With due modesty, of course
As great as Basho
(If we do this more
I won’t be able to stop
It’s just like breathing)
Monday, February 13, 2006
4 o'clock and I can't concentrate for one more second!
"I wanna live, I wanna give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold" - Neil Young
I love Neil Young. "Harvest" is a fab album.
I have been dealing with a tiny bit of a headache today and no energy at all. I hate feeling tapped out at 4pm.
Another exciting evening planned tonight, an appointment with my insurance agent. If I were more of a slacker I would cancel it, but I should probably talk to him.
I am also thrilled to tell you all that for Valentine's Day tomorrow I am going out to dinner with my mom and grandparents at Hometown Buffet.
Well, this blog killed 5 minutes. 55 more to go. Somebody save me!!!
I love Neil Young. "Harvest" is a fab album.
I have been dealing with a tiny bit of a headache today and no energy at all. I hate feeling tapped out at 4pm.
Another exciting evening planned tonight, an appointment with my insurance agent. If I were more of a slacker I would cancel it, but I should probably talk to him.
I am also thrilled to tell you all that for Valentine's Day tomorrow I am going out to dinner with my mom and grandparents at Hometown Buffet.
Well, this blog killed 5 minutes. 55 more to go. Somebody save me!!!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Feliz Cumpleanos!
"You said that good friends are hard to come by, I laughed and bought you a beer, it's too corny to cry..." -Indigo Girls
Someone I know is having a sort of milestone birthday today. Because I know that it is possibly a touchy subject, I won't give specifics on the number. However, I will give you a list of my 30 favorite things about my friend Jen.
1. She gave me a second chance even though her initial impression of me was that I was too "peppy." Go figure.
2. She runs away from me (and others for that matter) when excessive drinking has occurred.
3. Like me, she appreciates the fact that our friendship is founded on the likes of "Coke Box Head" and "Steak and Shake girl. And no, that is not a drug reference. Does anyone still have that picture?
4. She is a very talented musician and was good at almost every instrument she had to learn during her pedagogy classes in college. (I won't say which one she was not good at, but it just proves that she is actually human.)
5. She is a gifted marker make-up artist.
6. She has Pantene commercial hair.
7. She has a wicked and warped sense of humor, yet still puts up with my corny jokes.
8. She rules at playing jukebox dj - almost as much as I do.
9. She educated me on classic rock bands and introduced me to Boston.
10. She is an excellent Scrabble player - I won't play with her because she always wins.
11. She and I will never lose the bond of giggling inappropriately at Beth Holmes' horse poop story on freshman Women's Ensemble tour. Giggling inappropriately at recitals. Giggling inappropriately just about everywhere.
12. She is really a secret agent.
13. One summer, she worked in the 80's and kept me laughing with stories about all of the crazy people.
14. We have been known to share a brain.
15. She taught me how to play darts at the Player's Inn when we lived in Nashville.
16. Even though it's not what she's doing now, she is a wonderful teacher.
17. She is a great person to stand next to in choir - for the singing and the commentary.
18. She has the same size feet as Wayne Newton. I have the picture to prove it.
19. She is a woman of 1000 faces. Most of them amusing.
20. She always drives.
21. She is one of the handful of people who can make me laugh until I cry, and who has stood by me when the tears aren't so happy.
22. She's a good little cook.
23. I never once was tired of being her roommate in the 5+ years that we lived in the same place.
24. When the housemates dressed up as Kiss for Halloween, she drew a nose and whiskers on a sheet and came as the ghost of Peter Criss.
25. She has low tolerance for crappy popular music.
26. She has encouraged me to speak my mind when I needed a little courage.
27. She is the wind beneath my wings.
28. She is a good and true friend. Dr. Will Miller said so.
29. She is loyal and caring.
30. She is my dear, forever friend.
Happy Happy Day, Jennifer!
Someone I know is having a sort of milestone birthday today. Because I know that it is possibly a touchy subject, I won't give specifics on the number. However, I will give you a list of my 30 favorite things about my friend Jen.
1. She gave me a second chance even though her initial impression of me was that I was too "peppy." Go figure.
2. She runs away from me (and others for that matter) when excessive drinking has occurred.
3. Like me, she appreciates the fact that our friendship is founded on the likes of "Coke Box Head" and "Steak and Shake girl. And no, that is not a drug reference. Does anyone still have that picture?
4. She is a very talented musician and was good at almost every instrument she had to learn during her pedagogy classes in college. (I won't say which one she was not good at, but it just proves that she is actually human.)
5. She is a gifted marker make-up artist.
6. She has Pantene commercial hair.
7. She has a wicked and warped sense of humor, yet still puts up with my corny jokes.
8. She rules at playing jukebox dj - almost as much as I do.
9. She educated me on classic rock bands and introduced me to Boston.
10. She is an excellent Scrabble player - I won't play with her because she always wins.
11. She and I will never lose the bond of giggling inappropriately at Beth Holmes' horse poop story on freshman Women's Ensemble tour. Giggling inappropriately at recitals. Giggling inappropriately just about everywhere.
12. She is really a secret agent.
13. One summer, she worked in the 80's and kept me laughing with stories about all of the crazy people.
14. We have been known to share a brain.
15. She taught me how to play darts at the Player's Inn when we lived in Nashville.
16. Even though it's not what she's doing now, she is a wonderful teacher.
17. She is a great person to stand next to in choir - for the singing and the commentary.
18. She has the same size feet as Wayne Newton. I have the picture to prove it.
19. She is a woman of 1000 faces. Most of them amusing.
20. She always drives.
21. She is one of the handful of people who can make me laugh until I cry, and who has stood by me when the tears aren't so happy.
22. She's a good little cook.
23. I never once was tired of being her roommate in the 5+ years that we lived in the same place.
24. When the housemates dressed up as Kiss for Halloween, she drew a nose and whiskers on a sheet and came as the ghost of Peter Criss.
25. She has low tolerance for crappy popular music.
26. She has encouraged me to speak my mind when I needed a little courage.
27. She is the wind beneath my wings.
28. She is a good and true friend. Dr. Will Miller said so.
29. She is loyal and caring.
30. She is my dear, forever friend.
Happy Happy Day, Jennifer!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Continuing Education
"We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control - no dark sarcasm in the classroom, teacher leave them kids alone" -Pink Floyd
I think I'm getting dumber. By the minute. For some reason Liz and I were talking about IQ tests and Galactic tonight (that was the gifted program in our elementary schools) and I just now decided that I have already hit my peak. It's all downhill from here.
If I were my mother, I would go for an advanced degree. But the thought of working towards an MBA makes me ill. I can't go for a Masters in music because I am no longer in good enough shape vocally or mentally (theory and all of that was hard work for me) and besides that what would I do with it? Teach college? Voice lessons? No, I don't think so.
I am pursuing my Certified Meeting Planner (CMP) designation this year...but mostly because it is more than strongly encouraged at my company. Yet I still feel that I should try and keep sharper than I feel most days. Enter North County Continuing Education classes.
For all those not in the know, Liz and I have ventured into the exciting and surreal world of Adult Ed. in the past. We had a lovely intro to crocheting class with a teacher who told us to call her "Miss Anne." Nancy Reagan's younger sister taught us yoga and the proper way to say shante'. Liz is bettering herself this March with an intro to guitar class. So, I should jump on the bandwagon, no?
Here are some of my favorite offerings in the catalog that magically appeared in my mailbox last month:
- Archaeology of St. Louis: Mysterious Prehistoric Societies. I do love a good mystery. And I would also like to learn what "chert" is exactly. Plus I'd get to meet an ARCHAEOLOGIST!!!
- Crocheting: Beginning. I have slacked in my crochet skills. And Miss Anne is still teaching.
- Electric Slide Plus. A) This is under the category "Dance" and sub-category "Country Western." I think the Electric Slide qualifies for neither. 2) The description says it is "strictly-for-fun." Again, would this qualify? Nay, I think not.
- The Art of Belly Dancing. Nuff said.
- Hairbraiding: Beginning to Advanced. Now I can finally redeem myself for failing "French Braid" in high school!
- Firearm and Home Safety - 4 courses. There is so much here that unnerves me...the words "concealed carry," the refresher/marksmanship skills course, the instruction "DO NOT bring your gun to class."
- Basics of Yeast Breads. This is why they invented St. Louis Bread company - so I can BUY freshly made yeast breads.
- The Mole Hunter: A Seminar on Mole and Pest Solutions with Jeff Holper. The course description on this is classic. An excerpt: "Got Moles? Get Jeff! Jeff Holper, Past President of the Missouri Pest Management Association, is a popular authority on mole and pest management...Bring your questions to our lively seminar." But I do have something digging in my yard. It looks like it's digging down, not up, but maybe Jeff can shed some light (ha! moles! live in the dark!) for me.
- St. Louis and the Transcontinental Airline Passenger Experience: The Good Ole Days. Fabulous. Remind me how screwed we get on flights these days without even a bag of three pretzels to nibble on while sitting next to odiferous strangers for 2-3 hours at a time.
- How to Find and Keep the Perfect Mate. Finally! I'm ready to Unleash My Natural Ability To Attract A Perfect Mate! Then I Will Learn New Ways To Attract My Perfect Mate! And all for $7.50. I wonder if Professor James Welling is single? We could take my $7.50 and go to Arby's.
See kids? I am ready to sharpen the pencil, use my noodle, get that noggin a-workin' for me. Oh, the places I'll go!
I think I'm getting dumber. By the minute. For some reason Liz and I were talking about IQ tests and Galactic tonight (that was the gifted program in our elementary schools) and I just now decided that I have already hit my peak. It's all downhill from here.
If I were my mother, I would go for an advanced degree. But the thought of working towards an MBA makes me ill. I can't go for a Masters in music because I am no longer in good enough shape vocally or mentally (theory and all of that was hard work for me) and besides that what would I do with it? Teach college? Voice lessons? No, I don't think so.
I am pursuing my Certified Meeting Planner (CMP) designation this year...but mostly because it is more than strongly encouraged at my company. Yet I still feel that I should try and keep sharper than I feel most days. Enter North County Continuing Education classes.
For all those not in the know, Liz and I have ventured into the exciting and surreal world of Adult Ed. in the past. We had a lovely intro to crocheting class with a teacher who told us to call her "Miss Anne." Nancy Reagan's younger sister taught us yoga and the proper way to say shante'. Liz is bettering herself this March with an intro to guitar class. So, I should jump on the bandwagon, no?
Here are some of my favorite offerings in the catalog that magically appeared in my mailbox last month:
- Archaeology of St. Louis: Mysterious Prehistoric Societies. I do love a good mystery. And I would also like to learn what "chert" is exactly. Plus I'd get to meet an ARCHAEOLOGIST!!!
- Crocheting: Beginning. I have slacked in my crochet skills. And Miss Anne is still teaching.
- Electric Slide Plus. A) This is under the category "Dance" and sub-category "Country Western." I think the Electric Slide qualifies for neither. 2) The description says it is "strictly-for-fun." Again, would this qualify? Nay, I think not.
- The Art of Belly Dancing. Nuff said.
- Hairbraiding: Beginning to Advanced. Now I can finally redeem myself for failing "French Braid" in high school!
- Firearm and Home Safety - 4 courses. There is so much here that unnerves me...the words "concealed carry," the refresher/marksmanship skills course, the instruction "DO NOT bring your gun to class."
- Basics of Yeast Breads. This is why they invented St. Louis Bread company - so I can BUY freshly made yeast breads.
- The Mole Hunter: A Seminar on Mole and Pest Solutions with Jeff Holper. The course description on this is classic. An excerpt: "Got Moles? Get Jeff! Jeff Holper, Past President of the Missouri Pest Management Association, is a popular authority on mole and pest management...Bring your questions to our lively seminar." But I do have something digging in my yard. It looks like it's digging down, not up, but maybe Jeff can shed some light (ha! moles! live in the dark!) for me.
- St. Louis and the Transcontinental Airline Passenger Experience: The Good Ole Days. Fabulous. Remind me how screwed we get on flights these days without even a bag of three pretzels to nibble on while sitting next to odiferous strangers for 2-3 hours at a time.
- How to Find and Keep the Perfect Mate. Finally! I'm ready to Unleash My Natural Ability To Attract A Perfect Mate! Then I Will Learn New Ways To Attract My Perfect Mate! And all for $7.50. I wonder if Professor James Welling is single? We could take my $7.50 and go to Arby's.
See kids? I am ready to sharpen the pencil, use my noodle, get that noggin a-workin' for me. Oh, the places I'll go!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Just another boring Tuesday...
"You tell me in your bedroom voice... c'mon honey, let's go make some noise" -Bangles
So, you want to hear about my day? Ok. Hold on to your seats, because it's a doozie.
Wake up late as usual. Remember in my morning fog that we have a visitor bringing us lunch today so I don't have to figure that out. Bonus. Get out the door at my close-to-usual time with a pbj and diet coke - the breakfast of champions. Traffic was less than annoying and the iPod is at it's shuffling finest. Get off at the exit for my work listening to "When I'm Sixty-Four" by the Beatles. Thank you iPod!
Find a spot in the rocks even though it's a little after 8am (the rocks would be the temporary parking lot at work while they finish the garage that was supposed to be done in October.) More fine tunage for the walk to the office - "Galileo" by the Indigo Girls. Get to my desk with a minimum of e-mails and voicemails to answer and actually am able to get cracking pretty well. Consult with co-worker S. about my project because of course nothing is simple and I need to bounce ideas off her. The morning passes pretty quickly with a quick check of the Slowly Boiling Frog blog to laugh at the review of last night's 24. I think about how I need to figure out how to link from my blog but am too lazy to actually do it.
Lunch with the LA CVB. New project coming in downtown LA, but I have no pull on where my groups go, so I'm here for the free lunch and entertainment. Lunch I got, entertainment not. But at least they had diet coke. I need to drink water.
I end up on a roll in the afternoon and stay until 6:45pm because I am a workaholic and overachiever. Plus it is much easier to get things done when the office is quiet. Say goodnight to the cleaning guy and plug into the iPod again for the trip home. On my way to the rocks again I think about going to the gym. Get in my car and think about just going home. Guess what wins.
Get home without pulling through some drive-through for food even though cooking sounds lame to me. Manage to make a fairly healthy dinner and get my crap together for tomorrow's lunch by the middle of American Idol. This is the last week of the show that I will actually enjoy, but I do set the VCR for the dramatic "hell week" that supposedly starts tomorrow night. I hope that Simon will get really mean and these losers aren't just crybabies. I fear I may be disappointed.
Scrubs comes on and I thoroughly enjoy the Sacred Heart Air Band. Check the video out at nbc.com because it is funny. I mull over getting up to wash the dishes but it's too cold to get off the couch. I should turn up my heat, but it's almost time for bed. I watch the second episode of Scrubs and set my cable box and VCR timers during commercials. I am not missing another week of The Office.
I come into my second bedroom/office on another commercial break for a quick e-mail check. Nothing exciting - just e-mails I should have replied to weeks ago but am too lazy to think of responses. I look at the neatly organized stacks of papers on my desk: "shred," "checkbook," "Paid Bills/File," "To Pay/review," and "Misc." I should do something with all of this stuff. But I can't pay bills until I get my paycheck on Thursday so why do anything with the rest?
Love Monkey comes on. I like Tom Cavanagh and the show is pretty good. I decide I should blog since I promised Gabe last week that I would on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But what to write about? How about my boring day?
So there you have it. I am going to go turn on my electric blanket, feed the cats, do the dishes and read for a while before falling asleep to channel 11. My glamourous day has come to an end. I know you all envy my life. :)
So, you want to hear about my day? Ok. Hold on to your seats, because it's a doozie.
Wake up late as usual. Remember in my morning fog that we have a visitor bringing us lunch today so I don't have to figure that out. Bonus. Get out the door at my close-to-usual time with a pbj and diet coke - the breakfast of champions. Traffic was less than annoying and the iPod is at it's shuffling finest. Get off at the exit for my work listening to "When I'm Sixty-Four" by the Beatles. Thank you iPod!
Find a spot in the rocks even though it's a little after 8am (the rocks would be the temporary parking lot at work while they finish the garage that was supposed to be done in October.) More fine tunage for the walk to the office - "Galileo" by the Indigo Girls. Get to my desk with a minimum of e-mails and voicemails to answer and actually am able to get cracking pretty well. Consult with co-worker S. about my project because of course nothing is simple and I need to bounce ideas off her. The morning passes pretty quickly with a quick check of the Slowly Boiling Frog blog to laugh at the review of last night's 24. I think about how I need to figure out how to link from my blog but am too lazy to actually do it.
Lunch with the LA CVB. New project coming in downtown LA, but I have no pull on where my groups go, so I'm here for the free lunch and entertainment. Lunch I got, entertainment not. But at least they had diet coke. I need to drink water.
I end up on a roll in the afternoon and stay until 6:45pm because I am a workaholic and overachiever. Plus it is much easier to get things done when the office is quiet. Say goodnight to the cleaning guy and plug into the iPod again for the trip home. On my way to the rocks again I think about going to the gym. Get in my car and think about just going home. Guess what wins.
Get home without pulling through some drive-through for food even though cooking sounds lame to me. Manage to make a fairly healthy dinner and get my crap together for tomorrow's lunch by the middle of American Idol. This is the last week of the show that I will actually enjoy, but I do set the VCR for the dramatic "hell week" that supposedly starts tomorrow night. I hope that Simon will get really mean and these losers aren't just crybabies. I fear I may be disappointed.
Scrubs comes on and I thoroughly enjoy the Sacred Heart Air Band. Check the video out at nbc.com because it is funny. I mull over getting up to wash the dishes but it's too cold to get off the couch. I should turn up my heat, but it's almost time for bed. I watch the second episode of Scrubs and set my cable box and VCR timers during commercials. I am not missing another week of The Office.
I come into my second bedroom/office on another commercial break for a quick e-mail check. Nothing exciting - just e-mails I should have replied to weeks ago but am too lazy to think of responses. I look at the neatly organized stacks of papers on my desk: "shred," "checkbook," "Paid Bills/File," "To Pay/review," and "Misc." I should do something with all of this stuff. But I can't pay bills until I get my paycheck on Thursday so why do anything with the rest?
Love Monkey comes on. I like Tom Cavanagh and the show is pretty good. I decide I should blog since I promised Gabe last week that I would on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But what to write about? How about my boring day?
So there you have it. I am going to go turn on my electric blanket, feed the cats, do the dishes and read for a while before falling asleep to channel 11. My glamourous day has come to an end. I know you all envy my life. :)
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
The bug...
“With a taste of your lips I'm on a ride - You're toxic, I'm slipping under…Tasting the poison paradise…” Dennis/Jonback/Karlsson/Winnberg
I’m still working it out of my system. Not the Spears, that’s just (mostly) harmless power pop fun to get your attention. I’m talking the icky virus that had me down and out for 24 hours straight.
I don’t get sick very often and it’s a good thing because I am a teeny tiny bit of a baby about it. Surprising, I’m sure. I’ll not fill you in on all the gory details, but let’s just say that the soup I ate last thing on Sunday night will not be on the menu for a long, long time. The sad part is I made a big batch of it and was planning to freeze and reheat, but it is all going in the garbage. I can’t even think about it without my stomach churning.
I’m on the road to wellness again, just kind of tired. I am in town for a few more weeks before I jet off to my next on-site and trying to get lots of things done both at work and on the homefront. Anyone want to come over and remove tack stripping from my floors? That’s a biggie on the project list right now.
It also looks like I am going to be looking for a new car this spring. After the demise of Levon (insert a sorrowful rendition of “Taps” here) I have been driving the functional Buick Century formerly owned by my brother. My nephew helped me dub him Mickey McGee, but honestly, we’ve never bonded. A car payment was not really on my plan for 2006, but I guess that’s life.
Enough rambling from me for the time being... be good!
I’m still working it out of my system. Not the Spears, that’s just (mostly) harmless power pop fun to get your attention. I’m talking the icky virus that had me down and out for 24 hours straight.
I don’t get sick very often and it’s a good thing because I am a teeny tiny bit of a baby about it. Surprising, I’m sure. I’ll not fill you in on all the gory details, but let’s just say that the soup I ate last thing on Sunday night will not be on the menu for a long, long time. The sad part is I made a big batch of it and was planning to freeze and reheat, but it is all going in the garbage. I can’t even think about it without my stomach churning.
I’m on the road to wellness again, just kind of tired. I am in town for a few more weeks before I jet off to my next on-site and trying to get lots of things done both at work and on the homefront. Anyone want to come over and remove tack stripping from my floors? That’s a biggie on the project list right now.
It also looks like I am going to be looking for a new car this spring. After the demise of Levon (insert a sorrowful rendition of “Taps” here) I have been driving the functional Buick Century formerly owned by my brother. My nephew helped me dub him Mickey McGee, but honestly, we’ve never bonded. A car payment was not really on my plan for 2006, but I guess that’s life.
Enough rambling from me for the time being... be good!
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