Waaaaa! Now I'm sick. This sucks.
My face hurts. Stoopid ick.
~Whiny bitch
New bras, great friends, sooper sweet presents to give away tonight... I just feel like counting my blessings this afternoon. Also, the echinacea must be working cuz I'm feeling FINE! Yay me! Ok... a little slothy and our shower has gone all crappy, but other than that - GREAT! And luckily for me, I only need a shower to make me cleaner, not to erase any kind of mind-warping pain.
Happiness is a full tummy. We had someone send in a piece of artwork that said that, as an example of what they could do for babies' art... now I know how true it is! A shout out to Plinko for a fine dining experience. And, just for the record, he kicked my ass at Fluxx. So there!
Work has been relatively uneventful, compared to yesterday. Today it's just the same old crazy questions from people who barely speak English that I get to translate and then attempt to answer.
Who's house? Ron's house! Yyyyeaaah, boyyyeee!
I'm afraid my dad is a jinx. I love him, and he's very sweet and good and kind.... but I talked with him on the phone yesterday and he asked if I forsaw Oshkosh B'Gosh staying in Oshkosh for a long time. I thought (and said), "well, I don't know why not... we have one other small office in New York, but nothing really goes on there as far as I can tell." Whoops.
Early to bed, early to rise, make my husband already present at OshCon, and a night spent at Plan B makes me a slacker. I'm heading down there right now. Honestly. This minute. Just as soon as I finish breakfast. I'm looking forward to playing games I can win. (I don't, in point of fact, ALWAYS win at Fluxx... I didn't win yesterday, even.) Anywho... I'm gone.
I'm pleased to report that the "sleep pendulum" has swung. After getting a nice night's rest, I decided half way through the con that I required even more sleep, and that's what I got. Mmm. Nap. And the best part is, I'm pretty sure I'll be sleeping soundly again tonight. No thanks to the image planted in my mind by Plinko of Sterile in one of Plinko's wife-beaters. Yeah. Thanks for that.
I'm a terrible, terrible person. I am not at work. I slept in this morning until a telemarketer called and woke me up. I hate them. I even hated me when I was one, so I think that's fair.
Glad to see I'm not the only one who's sleep deprived. Obviously Invisible Pete has me beat by a long shot, but it's nice to know that even a Machine can't turn off all the time.
Woo-hoo!!!! I'm tired! Like, punchy someone-shut-me-up tired! Woo-hoo! Or maybe Shanny just gets me all excited. And I'm SO HAPPY to see that Mr. David has come over to the good side. Automobile speaking, at any rate.
So I had a nice change of pace today as I read Gary's blog and for once it made me laugh, as opposed to fume. See - the only person getting battered at my house yesterday was Plinko (unless you count an inadvertant though deserved elbow to the ta-ta or Mr. Jones molesting himself). It's nice to live in a world that is not so black-and-white (or black-and-blue, for that matter).
I hate you. I hate you all. Everyone who ever complained, "Oh it's so hot. I'm going to burst into flames. Wa wa." I'm freezing, and you all suck. Now I have to wear sweaters every day until June again. Not that everyone minds me wearing sweaters, but come on! It's only September. So - now I'm grouchy.
My dick is relatively unscathed. I've been asked to stop using the dick-in-the-door reference, as I personally do not have one. Maybe some of the other ladies can help me come up with a suitable alternative this evening at the P. I blew off the corporate lunch today at Fratello's in the hopes that I will be able to accomplish something at work today without having to be there until 8pm. Usually dining with a group of 40 can get long. At any rate, my next check promises to be exciting.
So the wonderful and great Mozybot (the bestest aunt in the world, who looks more like my sister, she's so young and beautiful) is currently setting up her blog! Yay technology!!
Just one more thing: I have to give a shout-out to my lady Sandy at the 4imprint who has gotten out from under the thumb of the lady I was reporting to there. Sandy will now be working for my friend Karin's dad. Yay Sandy!!
I don't get it. I'm gone for three days and I'm totally out of the loop. None of us have lives, so I don't understand how this is possible, yet there it is. The Jones' become crime victims, DerK is famous on the internet (extra famous, not just regular famous like the rest of us)... I miss all the fun. And what do I have to show for it? Well, an offer on a crash pad if I ever make it to Istanbul, but not much else. Nurcan (pronounced Noor-john) is the coolest (she's the one in Istanbul, who insists on smoking...ok!), and Korean-Guatamalan guy was interesting, but I can't remember the last time I pined for Oshkosh so much. *sigh* I guess home is where the heart is after all.
First off, thanks to all who contributed to a wonderful and not-at-all relaxing weekend. Shopping is what I wanted, and shopping is what I got. Somehow I had anticipated spending more of my own money, and less of the Rev's but that's ok.
So remember when I was whining about how no one has ever found my site using a search engine? I spoke too soon. And now I'm a little sorry I did. Searches include:
Oh, and my apologies to any new "bad guys" out there. The German site with the halarious South Park building thingy has gone down. The site is still there, but the link to the flash is gone, and (from what I can tell from knowing all but no German) I think Comedy Central made them take down the fun. Stupid Comedy Central. The least they could do would be to steal the code and let me do it on their site, but nooooo. So this means no more pissing my pants with Mr. Jones *well - not because of South Park anyway* and no more new bad guys. Also, none of us will ever be able to change our "look", not that I see that happening any time soon anyway.
So I have this money burning a hole in my pocket. I REALLY want to go shopping. Any takers? Let me know. Possibly someone with a/c in their vehicle that I can mooch on, 'cuz tomorrow's suppose to be a scorcher, folks. (And if I think it's going to be hot, look out!)
He wasn't kidding. The man has a blog. At least, I think that's the address. I have it right on the bad guys. Enjoy, and, as he said, we asked for it.
Eat?Blog?Eat?Blog? It seriously shouldn't be this much of a toss-up, yet, here I am.
Greetings and salutations. Last night was tasty tasty Chinese at the boys, followed by dancing at the Molly's for me. It was, as always, entertaining. The first half of the Molly's experience was fun as we watched "the norms" get scared away by my overt goth-ness, and that of the other Sunday regulars, such as they are. However, I was thinking that we needed to call in the reinforcements as we were getting seriously outnumbered by the time Mr. & Mrs. Jones and I took off. It was ok, anyway. And we all got to enjoy some girl's new dance move that I'm sure she practiced all summer. It was something to behold, I tell you what. Mark played "Absolutely Fabulous" and "Go West", so that was nice. I had forgotten that the first weekend of the month is "retro" night, but I'm not complaining. When TKK came on I turned to Mr. Jones and said, "This is old-skool" and it's only funny because it kinda is. Strange. We're so old. Except you, Plinko.