Amish in the City
I just got done watching the new reality show "Amish in the City." I thought that this would be a show I'd watch for the first five minutes, and then flip it off in disgust.

I was surprised, however, when I was quickly sucked in to the show, and was left wanting to see more when it was over.

The premise: put five young Amish in a house in Los Angeles with five so-called "normal" young people. See what happens.

All of the Amish kids are going through their coming of age period where they are allowed to wear non-Amish clothing, wear makeup, and do things ordinarily not experienced by the Amish community. Each of the five are looking to see other aspects of the world to then choose whether to continue in the Amish tradition or to break it.

The expected culture shock sets in immediately, but it is more from the non-Amish housemates, who think that they are the victims of a bad joke. One of the housemates, Reese, a flamboyant young gay man, runs in horror from the Amish people, smacking into a closed patio door.

However, once the Amish kids change out of their bonnets and suspenders, the other housemates begin to open up. The Amish kids are very attractive, and the other housemates take notice.

But the differences are still apparent when one of the Amish guys, Mose, who is my favorite person on the show, asks Nick, a tooly, tough guy from Boston, if he likes puzzles or tricks. "No," Nick says gruffly. "Not puzzles?" asks Mose. "No," Nick says. "Oh, because I brought a lot of those," Mose says, with a hint of self-defeat.

Through several planned activities, the housemates come to understand and appreciate each other and the different worlds from where they came. One outing has the "regular" kids dressing up in Amish clothes to see how the public reacts. The group also takes a trip to the beach, which is something the Amish kids have never done before. It's sweet to see how much they appreciate something that most of us take for granted.

The show is done well, there is no editorial judgement made upon the Amish kids. If anything, the normal kids are seen in the negative light, as they make ignorant statements and show their own prejudice against the Amish kids, who seem very normal, down-to-earth, and open to any experience that is put before them.

Already, though, the drama was beginning to pervade. And I think once everyone grows more comfortable in their surroundings, it will only get worse. I know I'll be watching to see what happens next!

Countdown
3 days until company golf outing, headed by Incompetent but Likeable. Much hilarity usually ensues.
4 days until John Mayer/Maroon 5 concert. Yay!
5 days until I leave for Virginia Beach! Double yay!
6 days until one of the Jasstastic Four/Santa ItsOnica Van Boys loses one of their own (keeping fingers crossed) Infinite yay!

Seeing red
Doh.

I just flipped my bitchcakes lid on Incompetent but Likeable. And it totally wasn't his fault.

He came over and asked me to do something for Obnoxious Web Master. Whom I despite with all my heart.

I asked him for specifics, e.g., size, what kind of info, etc. and IBL had to go talk to Obnoxious Web Master to find out.

IBL came back and said, "he says to do whatever you see fit."

My voice reached an octave I thought only possible by communicating dolphins and I screeched, "WHAT does that mean????" Then I very snippily told him that I wasn't going to do it until I had talked to our boss. IBL scurried away.

I have been burned by Obnoxious Web Master in the past and I refuse to do anything without my boss' backing. Nothing is ever simple with him... he asks for a logo, then you send it to him, and it's not the format he wanted. Well, um, TELL ME what format you want and I'll send it to you. I have also gotten into a snark war with him on e-mail when he was being very condescending to me because I didn't use the Psychic Friends Network to glean what stupid bit of web b.s. he was referencing.

I know I've said it before, but I know that the techies deal with computer illiterate people all day long, but I am NOT one of those people. So I don't want to be treated like I'm a child when I'm spoken to.

Anyway, Incompetent but Likeable just felt the brunt of my frustration, and I guess I should apologize.

This might be the all-time best excuse yet
Inappropriately Dressed Admin, who I have mentioned before, is the master of coming up with lame-ass excuses for leaving and/or not coming to work.

Take yesterday, for instance.

She was here until maybe 1:00.

Her direct supervisor (and the only other person in her department right now, as her actual boss is still on maternity leave) went to lunch.

IDA seizes the moment to skedaddle out of work.

She told the front desk she "spilled pop on her shirt" and had to go home.

The best part? She was wearing ALL BLACK.

And please tell me how having spilled pop on your shirt hinders the ability to sit at a computer for two more hours? (She leaves at 3). Because I am absolutely flabbergasted.

Arr, matey!

Pirates of the Caribbean!


What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
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I didn't realize my life was so filled with swashbuckling and pillaging.

P.S. Stolen from Grace

If I am not particularly funny or full of my usual posting vigor, I apologize. I'm having some family/personal issues and I'm don't think I have it in me to bring the funny. Unless, of course, I fire up the live feeds and tee off on Jasshole and Needle Dick just to let off some steam. And then I will come with guns a'blazin'.

*Points to right*
I have decided, because I obviously have too much time on my hands, to post pics of the HOH and nominees. Real fancy, no? Because so much of my summer viewing is devoted to BB5, it seems only right. Plus then I get to have a cute pic of Drew (at least for now) on my site. If Scott and/or Jasshole win HOH, we may just have nominee pics. Or I may have to do some creative editing to avoid having to look at the Assmen's faces. We'll see.

Vacation, all I ever wanted
Somewhere in Virginia Beach, there is a hotel room with my name on it. We are officially booked for our vacation, which will be Aug 4-7. Seeing as how our last vacation was our wedding/honeymoon over a year ago, we're ready to hit the road. My only sorrow is that I will be way behind on the feeds. But priorities here, people!

That stinker
This morning I had to be up early for reasons I don't feel like discussing, but I will tell you that it did involve plastic coconut cups and straws and passing said cups/straws out at a meeting. I am usually just beginning my morning snooze button ritual when Owen is out the door. But this morning, because I was up, we were both in each others' ways while we were getting ready.

Owen put his lunch on the floor to get it out of my way, and no sooner did that happen, then Dom was in there nosing into it. Somehow he got a hold of Owen's balogna sandwich and gave it what we call a "four-legged clamp" -- basically he dug all four paws into it and was trying to bite his way into the plastic sandwich bag. When I tried to pry his paws off the sandwich, he bit the crap out of me. Bad kitty.

Funny, except not really
That booklet that I had to redo? I was about 22 pages into it (it turned out to be more like 50 pages when I really went through it), I mentioned it to someone in another department.

She's like, "I already did that!"

Turns out, she already did it. And the presidential type guy who brought it over, just didn't remember that.

I'm not pissed. I laughed about it. I was relieved, if the truth be told. I was envisioning staying late today and tomorrow, possibly coming in Saturday. Now I'm FREEEEEEE! FREEEEE!!!!!!

Do not disturb
We had another early-morning disturbance, but the air conditioning was on and all the windows were closed, so I did the "put a pillow over my head" maneuver and managed to sleep through Dom's incessant cries, tail whipping and frantic running from window to window.

I just got a HUGE project to work on... I basicially have to recreate this 30 page booklet by Monday. Luckily it's more typing than it is anything else.

Incompetent but Likeable just cracked me up. A tour of new people came through our office, and we were all being really quiet so they wouldn't come into our cubes to bug us, and so after they left, IBL came over to me and said, "And here's where the crack advertising staff works, and over there is P.R., and here is the stapler that they actually use!" I love feeling like a tourist attraction.

I'm both looking forward to and dreading the live Big Brother show tonight. It's really the HOH that I'm dreading. I hope someome completely random, like Diane, gets it. As long as it's not the Four Whoresmen.

On the same wavelength
Man, my Windows Media Player sure knows how to take care of me. I swear, sometimes I think my WMP knows me better than I know myself. I just put it on "shuffle" while I futzed around on the Internet, and I predicted the first three songs it chose for me. Then, after that, it put together a great mix of all of my favorite songs. There are at least 50 programmed into my playlist, and WMP masterfully chose the right ones to suit my mood. Except when it played two Steely Dan songs a row, which I didn't even mind that much.
 
I just remembered that in a few short weeks, I'll be asking John Mayer to be a sperm donor for my first-born child. Yippeee!!!!!

Another visitation
I'm beginning to think there's a dead halibut in my yard somewhere.
 
6 a.m. today. An HOUR before my alarm clock goes off. I hear Dom's tail whipping the window shade and crack open one sleep-encrusted eye to survey the situation. His tail is going full force and his face is pressed against the screen. Code red. I throw on my glasses (I am freaking blind) and sit up to look out the window.
 
Sure enough, ANOTHER cat, a totally different one from yesterday, is right underneath the window, looking up. He runs when I come to the window. So naturally, Domino goes nuts and runs around the house looking to see where his buddy went. I close the bedroom window and try (unsuccessfully) to go back to sleep.
 
This had better not be a continuing serial drama of visiting kitties and agitated Dom. Because I am not a nice person when my sleep has been cut short.

This is just freaking excellent
This link right here will take you to one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. I need to watch it again and again to catch all the stuff I missed the first couple times around... it is just brilliant.

The Dominator
For the past couple of days, Dom has been waking me up earlier than my alarm clock and several successive snooze buttons have been. Yesterday it was because a moth was in the bedroom, and Dom was trying his damnedest to get it, even though it was up on the ceiling. He jumped on top of the dresser, and then on top of our little tv that's on top of the dresser, and proceeded to protest, very loudly, at the moth's presence, with a series of indignant meows and rowrs. The moth was still there last night, and Dom kept a vigilant watch through the night. I forgot to check on it this morning, because we had a disturbance of a much higher magnitude.
 
Another cat had the audacity to walk through our yard! Can you imagine? The nerve! It was a grey cat wearing a flea collar, and Dom was snorting like a bull getting ready to charge. I've never heard him make that noise before. Meanwhile this little grey cat is just sitting on our back porch, staring up at the window where Dom is having his meltdown. If I hadn't grabbed Dom and quickly shut the window (sustaining several flesh wounds in the process from his claws), I'm pretty sure he would have busted through the screen and be five counties away by now, still chasing that other cat.
 
After that, I had to run around the house, shutting all the windows, because Dom was running frantically to every window in the house, trying to see that other cat. Who, at that point, very leisurely, went on his merry little way.
 
After that, Dom flopped on the kitchen floor right in the way of me trying to make my lunch and whined at me until I gave him the new plastic ring off the milk jug.
 
I think that the revelation that he and Molly aren't the only cats in the world really threw him for a loop. I feel bad for the little guy. Who knows what goes on in their little kitty brains? Oh well, I'm sure he'll just go to sleep on his Christmas stocking and forget all about it.

Blogger has a new editor.
So excuse me while I test it out.
Well, well, well!
Cooooooooooool.

Hee
My husband is 30 years old. But he could easily pass for 18 sometimes, particularly when he wears his baseball cap. A few years ago, when he had his own bachelor pad, he had to have the cable company come over to come fix something. When the cable guy came to the door, he asked Owen, "Are your parents home?" And an awkward explanation ensued.
 
So, a few days ago, Owen had the day off. Someone came to the door, and when Owen answered, the person gave him some information on a city council meeting to "pass along to his parents." Owen didn't bother to 'splain that he was actually the homeowner. I'm thinking that at age 30, he probably enjoys it. Lord knows it never happens to me.

Jasshole
I just need to say that I hate Jase for using the veto to save his piece of ass.
I hope she stabs him in the back sometime soon.

Snort
Good Lord. I just made the grossest noise. I was eating some pretzels at my desk and made this horribly loud lip-smacking sound. It was an involuntary lip noise. Fortunately the only one around to hear was Bad Lady and I doubt it even broke her out of her self-centered pity party mode.
 
Other than that, life is good. Except that it's Monday and I'm here at work.

Our very own Jeff Foxworthy
IBL is telling redneck jokes. I don't know where he's getting them from but he is cracking himself up at his desk and stomping his foot. I just heard him yell to the person on the other side of him, "Hey, did you hear they're raising the drinking age in Tennessee to 32?"

"No," the unfortunate cube neighbor said, "I didn't."

"Yeah," Incompetent But Likeable told her. "They want to keep the alcohol out of the high schools!"

Much knee slapping then ensued.

I heart the Cutting Crew
I...
I just died in your arms tonight
It must have been something you said
I just died in your arms toniiiiiiight

Man, I forgot how much that song rocked. I wonder if I have it on any 80's compliation CD?

One of those days
Whee! Crisis at the office! It involved locating photos from years past, which have long since disappeared. Luckily the photographer had a copy of the negatives and the crisis has been averted.

But Incompetent but Likeable broke the tension by saying that he was running around like a chicken with its head cut off -- complete with imitation that involved a lot of clucking and convulsing.

And, that at least killed some time. I am still twiddling my thumbs with not much to do. I have some work to do but not much. No meetings scheduled, nothing on the horizon. And I go on vacation in three weeks. Yay for vacation!

Tonight I will be unable to watch the live Big Brother show. I TiVo'ed it, however. The hubby and I are going to see Shawn Colvin perform. She is one of the few female singer/songwriters whom I enjoy.

Speaking of singer/songwriters, the hubby is going solo. The band is no more. First the drummer quit, and then the hubby quit, and because only three people are in the band, that pretty much ended the band. I told the hubby he could be in my (non-existent) 80's cover band, and he laughed at me. Then I asked if I could play tambourine in his solo act, and he said I could. Hooray for tambourine! *shake shake shake*

No one is here today. Just me, Bad Lady, IBL, IDA, and the boss. Everyone else is sick, getting married, or missing in action.

This post is turning more into a random collection of thoughts, so I will end it here and return to my duties of doing pretty much nothing.

Grammer iz gud
U no wot really killz me? Ppl who use bad grammer.

Seriously, one of my major pet peeves is bad spelling, grammar and the like. So let's review with a little quiz:

Match the words to the appropriate context.

a. Jase and Scott are total jerks. ______ assholes.
b. Will and Karen put _____ bathing suits on for the challenge.
c. Marvin is over _____.

1. there
2. they're
3. their

These, among other grammar mishaps, really get my goat. That ends today's lesson, but coming soon, the appropriate use of "affect" and "effect", as well as the lost art of the semicolon.

P.S. Answers:
a-2; b-3; c-1

Reefers
Recent referrals are looking for all kinds of sketches. A mullet sketch, a sketch of someone blowing out candles, a "sexy" sketch.

Someone searched for a "2004 hairstyle."

But the most intriguing was the one that was looking for "rob van winkle" divorce.

That's "vanilla ice" divorce to you lay people.

Alison and Donny... you are the tenth team to arrive
I just want to say how gratifying it was to be watching Alison get wiped out of the Amazing Race last night. Even better? I was in chat with other people who understand the evil and vileness that is Alesion.

Good thing I'm kind of slow at work, otherwise I'd never catch up on the live feed recaps, which, by the way, are fabulous. I'm just sorry I haven't been able to get on there much yet. I will, though.

Important Service Announcement
The Sketch Factor is nervous today because we are receiving an annual salary review. As always, we expect it will go well, and enough money will be offered to keep me here another year, plugging away and watching my brain cells abandon ship, one by one.

However, there is the possibility that the raise will NOT be enough. I have heard thru the grapevine that there is a freeze on raises. This does not please the Sketch Factor.

If that does happen, there is a plan B. I am not at liberty to reveal what that is at this point, but I have been laying the groundwork for an escape, if necessary. I might just go ahead and do it anyway, because as you might be able to tell, I am not in love with my current employment.

I would miss most of my coworkers, especially Incompetent but Likeable, but the "I would not miss" elements greatly outweigh the "I would miss" elements. But I fear change, in all forms. So it would be difficult and stressful for me to pick up and leave.

We'll see. The picture will become clearer this afternoon.

ETA: It went as expected, but I have yet to decide if what he offered is going to be enough to keep me here... I will have to think about it.

Food-ku
Stolen idea alert: thank you, Green Tuna!

The assignment: to write haiku about your favorite snack food.
As most of you know, I have many.

____________

The vending machine
In search of delicious treats
I find it empty

____________

Ode to Skittles
Multicolored fun
I separate the flavors
Purple is the best

____________

More to come...

Things that I fully intend on doing this weekend
1. Getting a flip phone. My current cell phone is one of those paleolithic, non-flip models that, while in my purse, will jostle around and decide to turn on and try and call "333333333333333" several times.

2. Doing my fair share of live feed recappage. I did a few on Wednesday but I will be watching those hamsters this weekend and reporting my findings to the few of us who actually give a damn.

3. Having a "serious talk" with the hubby about some important things. (E.g. my career, his band, how to mesh the two and still have a family sometime in the near future)

4. Antagonizing Domino and the paper bag he has grown fond of sleeping in.

5. Getting tan but not burned.

Color me lucky
Phew -- just avoided a potentially disasterous situation. Incompetent but Likeable usually has me proofread this huge list of people's names for some large-ass press release he sends out about some award winners, blah blah. This is a tedious process, because he reads the names out loud, s l o w l y, and by the end, I want to shoot myself.

This is only a bi-annual affair, so it's not as bad as it could be, I suppose.

But in a move that either is a snub from IBL to me or a courtesy move as he probably knows I have ten million other things to do, I just heard him ask someone else to help him with the proofing task.

Which means, he will inflict his pain on some other unsuspecting fool! La la la!

Catching up
No postage from me today. I was at a funeral most of the day, and then tried to catch up on the Hamster Time action. After fiddling with Real Player for what seemed like an eternity, I am ready to rock with the live feed action. So if this blog doesn't get the usual lavish attention, look for me at Hamster Time (too lazy to link, but it's at the right).

When we got home from the funeral, our street was blocked off and we had to take a massive detour, even though we could see our house. There was a huge car accident, and they were just removing someone from what was once a car... I would have to say just from the condition of the vehicle that the chances of that person surviving are not good.

Kinda put a damper on an already somber day for me.

So excuse me while I go immerse myself in non-reality...

Random list of questions
Stolen from Julie who stole it from Nancy, etc.

Because I can think of very little else to say today... I stole this from Nancy.

What is the geekiest part of your music collection?
Have I mentioned that I like Hall and Oates?

What is your secret guarnteed weeping movie?
Shrek

If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done?
Screw plastic surgery, I'd have lipo!

Do you have a completely irrational fear?
Tornadoes

What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment?
Pull at and/or bite my lip

Do you know anyone famous?
My uncle was roommates with Tom Hanks in acting school, does that count?

Describe your bed:
Queen size, always unmade.

Spontaneous or plan?
Plans, and lists, are key to my existence.

Who should play you in a movie about your life?
I'd want someone like Gwyneth Paltrow to do it, but she'd turn down the script and I'd end up with Carrot Top in a dress.

Do you know how to play poker?
Not so much. Kinda, but not really.

What do you carry with you at all times?
Chapstick

What do you miss most about being little?
Summer vacation

Are you happy with your given name?
Now that I have a married name, yes. My last name was too similar to my first name.

How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year?
There isn't that much money in the world.

What color is your bedroom?
Currently it's white plaster walls (not by choice) with a denim blue trim on the windows. It may end up being a light orange color after our little summer project of redecorating gets underway.

What was the last song you were listening to?
"Why Can't I?" by Liz Phair

Have you ever been in a play?
I was in several plays in high school, including the nun's chorus in "The Sound of Music" and the "Male Narrator" in a collection of short Shakespeare scenes (I went to an all girls' school and guys were hard to come by)

Have you ever been in love?
A couple of times

Do you talk a lot?
If I know you well. If not, then I am extremely quiet.

Do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you?
Only when I'm trying to get into Jacobs Field without being bombarded.

Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?
Yes

What is your ideal wedding location?
Vegas, baby, Vegas! Smartest thing I ever did.

Favorite fabric?
Satin

Something you both love and hate?
Chicken

What kind of bedding do you use?
I dunno, a bed in a bag of some sort

Do you tell your friends about your sex life?
If I had one, then, maybe.

What's the one language you want to learn?
Italian

How do you eat an apple?
Just crunch right into that bad boy!

What do you order at a bar?
Usually a Diet Coke (not much of a drinker) but I will drink the occasional glass of sissy wine, by which I mean white zinfandel.

Have you ever pierced your body parts?
Left ear -- three holes. Right ear -- one hole. Eyebrow -- large scar from when I was 19 and bought myself a piercing for my birthday. It lasted three months until spring break when I had to take it out lest my mother kill me, and after that the skin rejected the piercing and got all infected and gross.

Do you have tattoos?
No

Would you ever admit to having done plastic surgery any kind if confronted?
What a random question. I don't know. Depends on who asked. If a friend asked I would admit it. If a random busybody asked, I might have a few other words for them.

What's one of the "funniest" things you've ever done?
Funny how? Funny ha ha or funny queer?

Do you drive stick?
No

What's one trait you hate in a person?
Ignorance

What kind of watch(es) do you wear?
I have a Fossil brand watch with a silver link band and a light blue face. Doesn't matter that it doesn't go with every outfit, I wear it all the time.

Most frivolous purchase?
A digital camera from E-bay that is a piece of junk. Doesn't even take good low-res pics, let alone high-res.

Do you consider yourself materialistic?
To a certain extent

What do you cook the best?
Ramen noodles, egg sandwiches

Favorite writing instrument?
Keyboard; or a blue papermate flexgrip pen

Do you prefer to stand out or blend in?
I don't mind standing out, but I'm much more comfortable blending.

What's one car you will never buy?
A Kia. Heard nothing but bad things about them.

What kind of books do you like to read?
Oprah books and lately I've had a penchant for crime fiction or non-fiction (I just read a book over the weekend about the Torso Murders that occurred in Cleveland in the 1930's under the watch of then Safety Director Eliot Ness -- fascinating stuff!)

If you won the lottery, what would you do?
Pay off hubby's debt, then get the hell out of Ohio!

Burial or cremation?
Cremation. But, ew, what a gross and random question.

how many online journals do you read regularly?
20

What's one thing you're a sore loser at?
Everything. Ping pong, checkers, spelling bee... I MUST WIN.

What kind of first impression do you think you give to people?
Aloof, shy

What do you like to do alone?
Sing loudly to bad music

Are you a giver or a taker?
Giver

When's the last time you cried?
Last Saturday

favorite communication method?
E-Mail

How many drinks before you're tipsy?
Alcohol and my body do not agree, so probably two sips

READ THIS POST
Do you know that YOUR COMPUTER CLOCK MAY BE WRONG?!?!?
Oh, the horror! Oh, the humanity!
This is apparently a HUGE PROBLEM plaguing the nation's computers. Mine, for instance, says that it's 1:59. But the clock on my phone says it's 2:03. Good Lord! How will I go on! Which one is right? Are they BOTH wrong? What if they are? Then what? What shouuld I do, oh, all-knowing pop-up ad?

Whoo. Ate a little too much sugar, there, folks.

Tuesday
Can't come up with a more original title at this juncture in the morning. Hope everyone had a happy and safe holiday weekend! Mine was good times and bad times. Good times in that we had a fun party, even though it poured rain right as our guests started arriving. Bad times in that there was more drama with S.I.L, and there was a death in my hubby's family.

Can't say I'm excited to be back in the swing of things at the office... because that would be an out-and-out lie. I lie! I'm a liar!

Which brings me to the highlight of the day: Big Brother -- tonight!

What is wrong with me
So how's this for a weird dream? I was a finalist on American Idol (which, by the way, I have dreamed before) and I was singing some gawd-awful Whitney Houston song ("The Greatest Love of All" comes to mind) and we were performing on a high school stage. I got eliminated, and was totally cool with that, probably because I knew the Whitney song was pure cheese.

But then I was allowed to come back and be the backup singer for a friend in the competition (played by Diana DeGarmo). What song did we do? "She's a Bad Mamma Jamma" by Carl Carlton. Except now we were performing in my grandma's old house, and I was sitting on the stairs while Diana worked the crowd in the living room. When the song was over, Simon Cowell came to sit on the stairs with me and told me how absolutely dreadful the song was. Then we were laughing about it together. Diana, however, was devastated.

Seriously, is something wrong with me?

Pretty damn funny
I don't know if this is doctored or not, but it's great humor nonetheless:

http://www.lepow.com/tag/

Excuse du jour
Bad Lady was "sick" today, and Incompetent but Likeable is in Florida playing golf, so today's amusing office anecdote is brought to you by Inappropriately Dressed Admin, who is quickly shaping up to make some great blog fodder.

Today, we all went out to lunch and when we came back, IDA was gone for the day. (It was about 1:30.) She told the front desk that "nothing was going on," so she left.

Wow. I wish I had thought of that one.

Her boss is on maternity leave so no one is in control of her department at the moment, but otherwise, I'm thinking she would be SOOOOO gone.

Plus, she just handed a fax from June 18 to someone in her department that contained information on deadlined ads that had to have been placed by the end of June. So those ads didn't get placed and the client is, understandably, pissed.

And this other person has asked IDA for help on numerous occasions and IDA has been "too busy" to help. But she is not too busy to leave at 1:30 today because there was "nothing going on."

Don't you just love how some people's minds work? I wish I could get away with that shit. But it would never even occur to me to try! You know what I mean? It's just so ludicrous (sp? the only spelling that looks correct is spelling it "ludacris" like the rapper).

Have a happy 4th, everybody -- I'm having close to 25 people over so keep your fingers crossed that it won't rain. The forecast doesn't look too promising...

Whew!
Between frequently checking Hamster Time now that we're in full swing, and my other Internet guilty pleasures, the blog has fallen by the wayside. Oh yeah, and I'm kinda doing work today, too! Actually I'm working on a huge pain in the ass project that I hope to see finished by the end of the day.

Then I have to battle the Parrotheads on the way home, wish me luck on that.

I have not been to visit the vending machine today, and I'm afraid to. I will revolt if it is not stocked with snacks.

And, feigning cramps is a good idea. Even leg cramps work as a viable excuse, apparently!