One more thing

I forgot I also wanted to post a link to this.
Peace out
~Macktastic S. Sweetness

I should mention the source of this link is the TMBG newsletter.

Warnings

This was forwarded to me by my good friend K from work, and I thought I'd share with the gang:
Due to increasing products liability litigation, American liquor manufacturers have accepted the FDA's suggestion that the following warning labels be placed immediately on all varieties of alcohol containers:

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may leave you wondering what the hell happened to your bra and panties.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you are whispering when you are not.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is a major factor in dancing like a retard.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause you to think you can sing.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to believe that ex-lovers are really dying for you to telephone them at four in the morning.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol is the leading cause of inexplicable rug burns on the forehead, knees and lower back.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may lead you to think people are laughing 'WITH' you.

WARNING: The consumption of alcohol may cause pregnancy.

WARNING: the crumsumpten of alcahol may Mack you tink you can tipe real gode/

Now -continue reading so you don't miss the below important post.

Alert!

I know there was some interest brewing about going to see a TMBG show, so I thought I'd post for the benefit of everyone that their next gig 'round here will be:
7/7 Barrymore Theatre, Madison.
That's a Wednesday night, if you're checking. They're playing Chicago on the 4th - I have to think that would be a pretty kick-ass show, plus, many of us wouldn't have to work the next day, so... I'm just throwing that out there as well. Might be a neat way to celebate A-lo's and our Nation's b-days. One way or another, I'm sure UPB and I will be attending one of these. Let me know if you're interested in joining us! The Chicago deal happens concurrent with the Taste of Chicago festival, and as I understand it the concerts are free, but I could be missing something. The downside is that it seems that Counting Crows is also playing that day, on the same stage. Still, the draw of TMBG + 70 different restaurants is awfully tempting, and it looks like they play in the afternoon, so we could still get back to Oshburg to enjoy the amazing fireworks display and not totally dismiss our now long-standing tradition of enjoying a fire at the Jones'. So.... who's in? :)

b-day

It's my birthday, in case you needed a reminder. This is the first time in memory that I have been sick for it, and it kind of sucks. Of course, being sung to twice already hasn't really helped. I'm with my niece on this one... unless it's a nice serenade, being sung to is just plain uncomfortable. There are, of course, exceptions.
The first present I got today came via FedEx from my pal in Singapore. It's a very cute samurai Hello Kitty pencil. I just thought it was so sweet of her to remember my birthday! Especially since she's getting married any minute now, and must have a ton of things on her mind.
I was about to say that work has been crazy lately, and it has, but that's got to be getting old for you readers, and there really isn't anything particularly noteworthy about it. I did, however, find out that I'll be heading into China afterall on this crazy round-the-world trip I'm going on. Just like last time, drive in, drive out, no big woop. Except that it's China, and it still seems strange to be somewhere where driving to it is a possibility. Yeah... still strange.

sniffle snuffle ack

so - I'm sick. Yesterday I couldn't swallow, I came home from work early and slept. Nearly uninterupted from about 3:30 yesterday afternoon till 7 this morning. Today, I can swallow, but I am very sneezable and drippy. I stopped at the Morton's pharmacopia and picked up some tasty Esberitox and some drugs, and I'm hoping to be on the road to recovery soon so that I can celebrate birthday weekend in style.
Now we all just need someone to bless us with good weather. Of course, it would be awfully presumptuous of me to think I've earned such a thing, but I can hope.
Now go check out (and contribute if you'd like to) the new blog about restaurants and our feelings about them.

still spent

hello boys and girls!
Sorry for my absence from the Robin's Nest this evening. I spent the entire day in a horizontal position, trying to do no further damage to my feet -- they are still tired.
Thanks to everyone for such a splendid time. Again, too much dancing for me. However, this year I cannot claim to have not gotten my booze on. Maybe last year was better in that regard, but not in any others that I can put my finger on right now. Now that I'm sober again, I can say with no hesitation that I love you bad guys. Machine - next time we'll definitely have to break your leg or something so you can come dance. Oh wait...

*thunk*

that was the sound of my head hitting the desk.
I am very tired. I am going to sleep early tonight. I am not going to work tomorrow. I have a very long list of things to do, however.
I have a husband that is very smart and sold my car. I have a strong desire for a hott new camera. I don't know enough about cameras to know if that's a good price or not, but I do know that it is pretty. I need to make a list of things I need to do tomorrow so I don't forget anything.
Buy and cut cheese
Clean - house, kids' cages, laundry (Ok, this part could get long)
Find old car title
Find new car registration
Go to DMV
Go to target for new shower curtain and face soap
Sleep - blessed sleep

How to rid yourself of one Ms. Velveteen

In case you were wondering, another thing that can be added to this list (I'm sure it's long, but it's much too late for that now) includes giving her a good book. I just finished Laurie King's "The Game", which was given to me just before leaving for T-plaid's party on Saturday.
I have since been basically AWOL from all non-reading related activities besides shopping, eating, and going to work. Unfortunately, that leaves sleep.

*yawn stretch*

Good morning!
Thanks to one Ms T-Plaid for a lovely afternoon/evening, some Zim, and some damn fine vittles.
Now I know why our parents all wanted us to play outside when we were wee. It's cuz it makes you sleepy.
It's Sunday, and rather than going to see Jesus, I'm going to Sam's Club. It makes me feel kind of icky to think of it that way. To relieve my ickiness, there are cimamen rolls in the oven right now. Sissy and I are going to pick up the nibblies for prom and see if there are any decorations that catch our collective eye, though those will probably come from a party-type store, and not the Walton family behemoth.

Tee-hee

Look how awful and greedy I am!
http://www.google.es/search?hl=es&q=%22buy+something+for+me+for+my+birthday%22&meta=

Woo! Ti-erd! Woo!

Hello folks.
I have stumbled into the realm of Overtired. I'm not sure how it happened, but I'm fairly certain it has something to do with putting a lime in a coconut and receiving my doctorate in Barbequeology from Chili's University.
If you're looking for clever, sensical musings, tonight you have come to the wrong place.
To the future Mr. and Mrs. Selklopers: thank you for having the foresight to #1) not plan your wedding and reception in cities 3 hours apart on the same day and #2) not plan said events during EAA when you have a huge number of guests attending from out of town and out of state, even. I only wish my own family had been so smart.
I think that if it weren't for my impending birthday and the following national holiday, I would be taking a mental health day at work some time real soon. Not that I'm worried about my own mental health so much as other people's lack of it is starting to wear on me. Heavily. I feel it in my shoulders, the burden of it. Ok, that feeling may actually be aching muscles that I haven't used since October when the last volleyball season was over - but I choose to blame the crazies.

Playing with dirty balls

Somehow, I know that title will come back to haunt me, but I couldn't resist.
Tonight's game was wet, gritty, and quite a bit of fun, actually. So it always goes... I bitch all day about how I don't really want to play, and then I do anyway, and I have a lot of fun. We are now 1-2, which is an amazing record - our best start by far. We are Team Penquin, and, as the title above suggests, we like playing with dirty balls. In other words, because of the constant rain, the volleyball was covered in sand the entire time we played, and we didn't do so badly. Our new teammates are a lot of fun, and I think this will be a good season.
In other good news, I don't think Vyvyan got too dirty on my trip home. The change of shirt helped quite a bit.
Mr Jones - Shirley mentioned tonight after you left that you should e-mail me a link to some fun flash games involving insects and whatnot. If you'd rather, you could just post the link, and then everyone could partake.
I am now showered and clean and happy (though sore already) and looking very much forward to a nice restful slumber.

Man am I entertaining!!

Now that my archives are up and running, I just can't seem to get enough of me. Reading old stuff... boy, life sure was intersting, floating between temp jobs, meeting all sorts of new and crazy people. Those were the days, let me tell you.
Ok. That's a load of crap. But honestly, I have been reading my old posts (as I've mentioned recently). It seems like only yesterday I was posting about trying to make it through day after day with a hangover. What I'm trying to say is, I sound like a huge lush. I don't remember drinking that much that often, but possibly therein lies the problem.
At any rate... I'm off to the bar!

pro·lifi·ca·cy

I certainly don't have as many posts as some, but I was reading through some of my now-republished archives and I have to say... it seems that much of my life is available for public perusal. I guess that's ok. I don't have too much metaphorical dirty laundry, so I don't think there's too much to worry about.
This week I've been a bit of a slump at work. There aren't any pressing deadlines or meetings to prepare for, which should give me ample opportunity to take care of everything I need to within the work day. However, it seems I don't do all that well (or much) without the pressure of looming crazy bitching.
I'm also starting to get a bit frustrated with the guts of my job. Which is to say, now more than ever I need to shout at the wind when I'm handed x+y+z and it equals $$, and we plan to sell it for $, and I'm suppose to make the margin magically better. Batna my ass. Nevermind.
Tomorrow is the beginning of another sure-to-be halarious volleyball season. At 9 f*ing o'clock. At night. I'm sure it'll be fun, and I'm sure I'll freeze my hinder off, and if it's anything like tonight, I'm sure I'll be ready for sleep about 1/2 an hour before that.
Which reminds me, I skipped that early to bed idea from last night. I think tonight I'll make ammends.

Is it Friday yet?

No. It's not. You don't have to tell me. Today was just kind of a long day, during which I accomplished very little.
I tried to change that this evening by working on my alterations for my loverly outfit for prom, but that went kinda sucky so I decided it would be better to do it on some day when I have more brain.
I think tonight will be one of those early-to-bed evenings. Unfortunately, the sun has decided to finally peek out from behind the clouds and it is now very bright outside, in a very non-sleep-inducing kind of way. I would be enjoying it more if I wasn't bone tired. Actually... it kind of looks like I should be outside giving Vyvyan a bath.*sigh* Maybe another day.
In other news, volleyball starts this week. In my opinion, that's a little insane. I think the season should run from the week after Memorial Day to the week before Labor Day. In other words, in the summer. But no... Terry's needs those league revenues to offset the large amount of money they take in on ostrich burgers so they can remain a smoking establishment. Ok... I don't actually believe that, but is sounded kind of funny: ostrich burger. Just say it a couple times.

That's what you get!

After much fussing and headaches and "why is this damn thing not looking right?"s... I just bit the bullet and went with one of Blogger's handy new CSS templates. It's ok for now. I'm really much too tired to do much tinkering on my own stuff tonight, plus, I'm annoyed at myself for losing my copy of "HTML for Dummies" - I only wish I was kidding about that last part.
Anyway - we ate lunch with the in-laws and the out-law at Tumbleweed today to celebrate Mother's Day. It was ok, but I experienced another funny possibly allergic reaction to something I ate. That's getting a little old, I have to say. So, I came home and popped a couple Benedrils and then slept for a little while. Usually, that is not their effect on me (the sleepiness), but I was feeling really quite out of it.
I have found that I am much better at falling asleep for naps if there is something on the tv. Specifically, sports that I don't care about seem to do the trick. This afternoon it was arena football. I could have picked basketball, or billiards, but somehow arena football seemed like the most appropriate thing to lull me to a nice, restful sleep.
I hope you all had a lovely weekend. I'm not real excited about today being the last day of it, but... c'est la vie. Bon soi, mon amis.

I'm helping

always trying to do my part... another website chock full of stuff I wouldn't hate *tee hee* getting round abouts Memorial day.
I'm headed back to work in a couple minutes... this insanity will subside soon, or so I've been led to believe.
Mr. Jones, I love your lovely new design, good work Shirley. It makes me want to learn more and tinker. Because obviously I need more reasons to sit in front of the computer!

Ow!

And I don't mean a cool interjection song lyric, I mean, damn my head hurts. A lot. I assume it's from further lack of sleep, which I plan to remedy quite soon (we're talking minutes, not days). I've had a headache since about 4 o'clock, just a few minutes after being made to look like an idiot in front of my peers at work. *humph*
It's been a long, long week.
At least today was haircut day, the Leafs are now out of the cup race, and tomorrow dad is coming up to celebrate Cinco de Mayo by checking out the house we want to buy (those things are not technically related). See you for tequila shooters after that. Ok... probably not really tequila shooters, but you get the idea. I'm sure that some booze will ease my headache if it isn't gone by then.

What time is it?

Sometimes, when there's something potentially very exciting on the horizon, yours truly has a bit of a hard time falling asleep. You know, like maybe buying a house. I was lying in bed inventorying (if that's a word) all the things that we could sell in a garage sale if we were to buy the house we looked at today. These things include our bathroom spinner-thingy, which I like very much, but would have no need for, as the house actually has storage in the bathroom. Moving would also afford me a very good reason to sell off much of the oodles and oodles of fabric I've accumulated and know in my heart I will do nothing with. And so much else. To be honest, the whole thing is a little daunting when I look around the Hydie at what just five years of living here has brought us. Regardless of if we move or not, it is definitely time for a clean sweep.
So... all these thoughts bouncing around in my head... I finally just got up, took a couple Valarian (I'm hoping I'm wrong about them this time, Ms. Jackson), and am waiting for the desired effects to kick in. Sweet, groggy sleep. Come on, I'm waiting.

In case you're wondering

I've had a few people ask me what I'd like for my birthday. I think this is very sweet. Unfortunately, I'm lousy at coming up with ideas for myself. Luckily, some people on the mini message boards were kind enough to post this. Now - at first glance you might be thinking: oh sure, I'll run right out and get you that convertible mini. No problem. But scroll down. There is a present there that just screams "Velveteen".
:) ...just trying to help

I almost forgot...

Happy May Day everyone!
I'd be some kind of lousy socialist if I let this day pass without some manner of acknowledging that our friends in China have a four-day holiday (granted, two of those days we'd consider a weekend), and May Day is celebrated across Europe as their labor day holiday. I'm a little perturbed that the "Socialist Party U.S.A." aligns itself with anarchists, per their own website , which to me doesn't make a whole lot of sense, since the majority of socialist issues take actually quite a bit of organization to pull off (health care, labor unions, evidently having a website which has content updated some time this year apart from the front page...)
Nonetheless, May Day is upon us, so let the workers of the world unite!

Mmm...coma

Sometimes, on the weekends, I think to myself: a nap would be so nice, yes, I'll have myself a little lie-down, that's just the thing. And then *bang* four hours later, and hubby wisely rouses me so I'm not completely screwed on the sleep tonight. Four hour naps are not a good idea. Now I'm just of it. Words don't make sense.
I was just having a very "Stars Hollow" dream: I was in a mini van with my aunt and uncle who live in Kohler. We were on our way to my grandma's to celebrate Christmas (though I don't think it was cold in my dream), but first we had to go through the drive-thru at the credit union for the traditional carolling. The credit union was full of cars, doing no banking, just driving "thru" with their windows open and their passengers singing "Silver Bells".
See - if you don't take four-hour naps, you miss out on gems like that.
In case you were wondering, and I know some of you are, there are plans in the works to actually print the prom invites tonight. I know, I know - you're all letting out a collective gasp. Next year I think we should schedule prom for when work is not so crazy busy for me and your favorite dj. Though I can't imagine when that would be at the moment.
Now I'm going to go eat some tasty pasgetti.