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This makes me laugh:
We went out for Mexican tonight. Why do I always eat so much chips & salsa that I have to take my dinner to go? It's not like it comes as a surprise -- munch mindlessly until dinner shows up = not hungry for dinner. Helloooooo . . . oh, well. I'm full. And I haven't even had any beer yet! I think I still have room for that. Hold, please . . .
The Kings are playing Seattle right now, holding 'em off by 11 points at the end of the 3rd. I do tend to enjoy watching the big sporting events -- super bowl, world series, championships -- but really, I couldn't care any less about any of it. That's kind of like a crime in these parts. What do you mean you wouldn't pay $150 for a seat at the Kings game?! Well, I wouldn't. I think pro sports is the biggest racket ever -- and people gladly hand over their plastic to rent a seat for 3 hours. After paying $10 to park. And $7 for a beer. And stand in line to pee. They just said the arena is sold out -- 17,300 some-odd seats! I'm perfectly content to gaze over at the flat screen every now and then from my seat in front of the computer! But the husband likes him some sports. Luckily, he's content to watch the Kings from home. Thankfully, his football team (the Eagles) is not within season ticketholder distance -- or we'd be some broke-ass mofos!
I'm so glad it's Friday. SO glad. Even though I'm liking working on my newsletter, the weather is nice and my cube is gray. Whose bright idea was it to put people in little boxes at work? I guess I prefer it to being out in the open, but cubes still suck. Does anyone remember Les Nessman on that WKRP in Cincinnati show? I remember he used to have a piece of tape or something that represented his "door." I'd like to have a door and a roof on my cubicle. Then I'd be happy. Maybe.
What to do, what to do . . . I got no plans this weekend. The husband is gonna go to some horseshoe tournament this weekend -- big drunkfest. I don't feel like it. I really need to catch up on some reading! How twisted is it that my magazines are so piled up that it stresses me out? Ooh -- I should go get a manicure and a pedicure! I need 'em bad. But I hate pedicures. I am so ticklish, a pedicure is TORTURE. Who's with me? I marvel at people who sleep in their chairs while someone is mauling their feet. But summer's comin', and my at-home manis & pedis just aren't cutting it. Maybe I'll go.
I could do some painting tomorrow. Not Picasso-like painting, but painting some walls in the house. I was all gung-ho about it back in NOVEMBER, but after we got this one big wall in our living room painted, I ran out of steam. Painting is some work! Especially when your ceiling is about 15 frigging feet up. The wall ees tall.
I WANTED to go to San Francisco tomorrow. It's been a while. But then I remembered we have some repair person coming to the house tomorrow, and I'm the dumbass that scheduled it. So here I sit. Crap! Ever since I lost all the info on my PDA, I don't even remember what time they are supposed to come. I'm lucky I remembered they were coming at all. So it looks like I'll be catching up on some reading and some TV and maybe baking some cookies tomorrow, unless I get a wild hair and decide to paint. Then once the repair drama is over I'll be free.
This post is getting more boring by the minute. Is this all I really have to say? Sometimes I think my comments on other people's posts are more interesting than my blog. I'll have to work on it. Right now, frankly, there just isn't a hell of a lot going on. So it's back to my Sierra Nevada and probably time to step away from the PC!
Ciao.
We went out for Mexican tonight. Why do I always eat so much chips & salsa that I have to take my dinner to go? It's not like it comes as a surprise -- munch mindlessly until dinner shows up = not hungry for dinner. Helloooooo . . . oh, well. I'm full. And I haven't even had any beer yet! I think I still have room for that. Hold, please . . .
The Kings are playing Seattle right now, holding 'em off by 11 points at the end of the 3rd. I do tend to enjoy watching the big sporting events -- super bowl, world series, championships -- but really, I couldn't care any less about any of it. That's kind of like a crime in these parts. What do you mean you wouldn't pay $150 for a seat at the Kings game?! Well, I wouldn't. I think pro sports is the biggest racket ever -- and people gladly hand over their plastic to rent a seat for 3 hours. After paying $10 to park. And $7 for a beer. And stand in line to pee. They just said the arena is sold out -- 17,300 some-odd seats! I'm perfectly content to gaze over at the flat screen every now and then from my seat in front of the computer! But the husband likes him some sports. Luckily, he's content to watch the Kings from home. Thankfully, his football team (the Eagles) is not within season ticketholder distance -- or we'd be some broke-ass mofos!
I'm so glad it's Friday. SO glad. Even though I'm liking working on my newsletter, the weather is nice and my cube is gray. Whose bright idea was it to put people in little boxes at work? I guess I prefer it to being out in the open, but cubes still suck. Does anyone remember Les Nessman on that WKRP in Cincinnati show? I remember he used to have a piece of tape or something that represented his "door." I'd like to have a door and a roof on my cubicle. Then I'd be happy. Maybe.
What to do, what to do . . . I got no plans this weekend. The husband is gonna go to some horseshoe tournament this weekend -- big drunkfest. I don't feel like it. I really need to catch up on some reading! How twisted is it that my magazines are so piled up that it stresses me out? Ooh -- I should go get a manicure and a pedicure! I need 'em bad. But I hate pedicures. I am so ticklish, a pedicure is TORTURE. Who's with me? I marvel at people who sleep in their chairs while someone is mauling their feet. But summer's comin', and my at-home manis & pedis just aren't cutting it. Maybe I'll go.
I could do some painting tomorrow. Not Picasso-like painting, but painting some walls in the house. I was all gung-ho about it back in NOVEMBER, but after we got this one big wall in our living room painted, I ran out of steam. Painting is some work! Especially when your ceiling is about 15 frigging feet up. The wall ees tall.
I WANTED to go to San Francisco tomorrow. It's been a while. But then I remembered we have some repair person coming to the house tomorrow, and I'm the dumbass that scheduled it. So here I sit. Crap! Ever since I lost all the info on my PDA, I don't even remember what time they are supposed to come. I'm lucky I remembered they were coming at all. So it looks like I'll be catching up on some reading and some TV and maybe baking some cookies tomorrow, unless I get a wild hair and decide to paint. Then once the repair drama is over I'll be free.
This post is getting more boring by the minute. Is this all I really have to say? Sometimes I think my comments on other people's posts are more interesting than my blog. I'll have to work on it. Right now, frankly, there just isn't a hell of a lot going on. So it's back to my Sierra Nevada and probably time to step away from the PC!
Ciao.
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