When movies and reality collide

So last night Jeff bought Crash and he made Keem and I watch it with him. It was family time. I didn't want to watch the movie because I don't normally like dramas (give me a nice comedy and I'm a happy, happy girl) but I had heard good things about it (most notable review would be from James) and finally conceded to watching it with him.

It was a good movie. I did like it, even though I found it disturbing in many ways. I was brought up in a household where you did not judge people based on their race or religion or sexual preference. Where you accepted people for who they are. So racism is a hard pill for me to swallow. I don't get it. I don't understand how you can discriminate against someone because they are a different color of skin or because they love someone of the same sex or because they worship a God that is different then yours.

I'm not going to go into the movie a lot because it doesn't really apply to what happened to me today. Except that it does. You'll see in a moment.

I took a call this morning that I seriously think may have been scripted in the Twilight Zone. It started out so normal. A woman calls in. She wants to know how to sell her shares. I start giving her the information. She asks if she can come in to sell her shares because she lives in the Twin Cities. Sure, I tell her. How does she get here?

I don't drive. I have no clue how she gets here so I go to mapquest.com and pull up the information. I start giving her the information. Then she asks if we are on a busline. Yes. We are on a busline. I go to metrotransit.com because I take the bus here and I can't remember what the route number is that she'll have to take here. I say that I don't know what route she would take to get to downtown Saint Paul but she would need to take either XXB or XXE to get here. She says she will call Metro Transit. What are the cross streets? I tell her. And this is where it gets bizarre.

DM: If you tell the bus driver you're going to the NABABNA building, they will tell you what stop you need. It's right across the street from Burger Joint.
Odd Woman (OW): What are you saying?
DM: That we're on the corner of This Street and That Street. Burger Joint is right across the street.
OW: I don't think you understand what you are saying. Are you trying to lump me in with other groups? Are you putting me in a category with the blacks and the Jews?
DM: Uh, no, I'm giving you instructions on how to get here.
OW: You can't say these things.
DM: I don't understand. I'm trying to give you instructions...
OW: Why does the name announced not said clearly? Is that supposed to be an insult?
DM: What? I'm not sure what you mean.
OW: It should be Stock Transfer but, instead, it is pronounced as Stock Sfer (which, by the way, this is a fake name for my company and also, it is pronounced very clearly. It is not slurred at all). Is this a lisp? Or is that some sort of insinuation?
DM: Ms Woman, I'm trying to give you instructions on how to sell your shares.
OW: I don't sell my shares.
DM: Okay.
OW: Do I have to have proof that I killed a Jew or promise to kill a Jew in order to have assistance?
DM: Ms Woman, I think I need to disc...
OW: You stupid b*tch!
DM: I'm going to...
OW: You wh*re!
DM: I'm going to disconnect this call.
OW: You son of a b*tch!

Click. She has hung up. I am shaking. I immediately dial the Manager on Duty number and talk to one of the supervisors. I want someone to listen to this call because this woman struck me as somewhat unhinged and also violent. I am worried about her walking in our front door. I am asked to send an email to the management staff so they can pull the call. I ask if I can take a few minutes to calm down. This is approved. I spend a little bit of time trying to stop crying and shaking (I wasn't sobbing but I was upset and since I cry when I am happy, I'm not surprised that I was crying after this call).

I spent 2 1/2 years at the main call center for NABABNA dealing with escalated calls. I have been called names, I have been sworn at, I have been accused of not caring. Out of all of that time, there was only 2 calls that really disturbed me and made me this upset. One was a man who threatened to walk into a branch and shoot a banker (I just realized that the 2nd call was one that took place when I was a banker, not a supervisor so that is 4 1/2 years). Ms Woman was the 3rd call. It's not a bad track record when you think about it.

About a half hour to an hour later, I've been visited by every one of the management staff. They have all listened to the call. I am told I did absolutely nothing wrong. Nothing I said should have trigged this sort of response.

I tell them "I just watched Crash last night so I was wondering." They all laugh and say no, nothing I did should have trigged this. Obviously she is very disturbed. Maybe she is bi-polar.

All I want to say to this woman is "Thanks. Thanks for making me question myself. Thanks for making me worry that you were going to show up here with a gun. Thanks for being a complete and total psycho. And, if you are bi-polar, may I just mention that Effexor works much better for treating this disorder than the crack you are obviously taking."

Anyway, I hope you're all having a good day.

Priceless

Years ago, when the Sheepsheadians used to meet at Perkins every night and play Sheepshead (hence the name), one night we came up with a mock Mastercard commercial. I was going to put it into cross stitch for Beth's birthday and even started it but seem to have lost the project. I've felt guilty about never finishing this project but it would no longer be fitting today since it is a rare occasion when the remaining Sheepsheadians get together to play cards. Beth is the only one who works nights.

The mock Mastercard commercial was this:

Gas to Perkins - $10
Food at Perkins - $20 (after tip)

Watching the 9 of Diamonds take a trick - priceless

Sheepshead. It's everywhere you want to be.

So I was thinking about this mock commercial and how much fun it was and I thought, hey, maybe I could make a new one up.

What do you think?

Gas to the Chalet - $10
Soda at the Chalet - $20 (after 70% tip)*

Watching drunk women dance with ketchup bottles and play air guitar - priceless

Karaoke. It's everywhere you want to be. But best when at the Chalet.

I figure I could maybe do some musical notes around the border and I might even be able to find a pattern for a ketchup bottle.

*Beth insists that it is soda. I prefer the term pop myself but it is her (extremely) belated birthday present so I suppose I can make this sacrifice (and I now have Hello, Goodbye from The Beatles in my head (You say soda. I say pop)). Imagine martyred sigh right here.

Anyway, speaking of karaoke, it was great fun. There were not a lot of drunks. There was, however, a large group of people that walked in and one of them approached Becky at our table.

Extremely enthusiastic woman who looked vaguely like a horse (EEW): Hi!
Becky: Hello (said slowly to indicate "Do I know you? Why are you talking to me?").
EEW: We came here in a limo.
Becky: Really (said slowly to indicate "And I care about this why?")
EEW: It's really cool. You should go check it out. It's a NASCAR limo.
Becky: Oh. That's nice (said slowly to indicate "Ah. You are white trash. That explains everything.").*

*Disclaimer - I am sure that there are very nice people out there that are NASCAR fans but c'mon, people, there have to be limits. If you do not want to be considered white trash, follow these simple guidelines.

Do not decorate your trailer with NASCAR pictures and wood paneling (I used to live in a mobile home. Living in a mobile home does not automatically make you white trash. Your decoration style, however, makes a big difference between tasteful and inexpensive and two steps away from moving to Kentucky to marry your sister).

Do not send out your emails with the signature line that says "Number 1 Elliot Sadler fan! Number 1 somebody else fan (a Sadler as well, I think)! Go Elliot! Go other person!" Signature lines should be fun and exciting and promote something interesting, such as your blog.

Do not wear your NASCAR jacket that is covered with endorsements for various NASCAR people. It makes you look like a race car. Are you a race car? A tasteful patch or emblem for one driver would be acceptable. Even better would be a tasteful patch or emblem for Batman. Batman is cool. NASCAR is not.

If you are going to insist on wearing your NASCAR jacket that is covered with endorsements for various NASCAR people, do not drive a car that you have decorated with bullet hole stickers. Looking like you have just left a shoot out between your clan and the Feds is (how do I say this tactfully), well, tacky.

If you are going to get a theme limo, a much more tasteful choice would be a limo from the 1950's. There are several of them in Minnesota. They are pretty and red and shiny from all of the chrome. NASCAR limos frighten me. Even though I did not go to look at the NASCAR limo, I am quite sure that it was not pretty and red and shiny.

After the NASCAR crowd left (apparently they did something that ticked off Dan but I couldn't understand a word that he said. I really need to look into getting my hearing checked or maybe start learning to read lips), karaoke continued at a much more normal pace.

Bryan came up with a new game. Instead of going to the wheel, he went to page 10 in the book, chose a song from that page and decreed that, going forward, we would go in order and choose a song from the next page. This was actually a lot more fun than going to the wheel. We had an actual selection to choose from and there were a lot of songs out there that we didn't know that were in the book. There was even the opportunity to trade pages if you knew absolutely nothing on your page. It was a lot of fun.

Crap. Lunch is over. I'm going to publish this now. I'll try to update more tomorrow. If you need more info, I suggest you read this post again and speculate.

So. Do you want to know what happened at karaoke last night?

He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me. He hugged me.

HE HUGGED ME!

Did I mention that he hugged me? Because he did.

Yeah, I pay attention

Alternatively titled - A (Belated) Day in the Life of Me!

So apparently we are supposed to blog today about what we did yesterday. Oops. The funny thing is that I started writing about yesterday and then I thought I was supposed to write about today and I deleted what I wrote yesterday. Oh, well. I'm just going to go with today. Sheryl's post is here and also has the links to everyone else who is doing this.

12:25 AM - Okay. I have no concept of time. I don't wear a watch. I can tell you that I'm at karaoke and that people are singing. Right now Rhianna is singing "You Sexy Thing."

12:28 AM - Steve is going to sing but he doesn't know what. Beth tells him that she knows two numbers for the songs he sings and he can choose between A-ha or The Killers. He picks The Killers. Beth tells him that if he wants to sing other songs, he has to tell her what the numbers are so she can memorize them. It's a Rainman thing. She has all of her song numbers memorized and a lot of mine. I'm lucky if I can remember the number for the time it takes me to walk from the table to the stage. Beth, Katie and I are all singing at the table. This is a fun song ("Mr. Brightside").

12:32 AM - Steve is whoo worthy. Beth is singing now. "All That Jazz." I make jazz hands. And jazz hands without the jazz (this would be where you hold your hands out but don't shake them in a jazzy fashion. Beth made it up. Ask her). Katie says this is a good song for Beth.

12:35 AM - Why do I carry an organizer around? I never use it. I write some of the things I've done this last week. So much for thinking it will help me remember things for scrapbooking. At least I blog.

12:36 AM - Bryan & Reverend James start singing "Lola." This is always cool. Beth tells us about how she was eating Skittles divided by color and remembered being 3 years old and eating Reese's Pieces divided by color and this was probably the start of her OCD habits. Katie says she will not eat anything yellow, even yellow M&M's. I have weird friends.

12:45 AM - I am distracted by a blinking light. It's the reflection of Reverend James lighting his cigarette. Not an alien landing in the parking lot. Yeah. Maybe it's not my friends that are weird.

12:47 AM - I do not understand how wearing boots and rolling your cuffs of your jeans up high is considered fashionable. I think it looks stupid.

12:53 AM - I am now singing, singing, singing. You can wait for more update because I'm busy singing "If You Could Read My Mind." It's now 12:55 and the song is still going. I sound absolutely fantastic! Yea! My hair looks cute while I sing. Worship me, I am the Queen.

12:57 AM - Still singing. Now people clap for me.

12:58 AM - If you couldn't tell, Beth ghost wrote the two previous entries. You can tell this because she and I have different ways of spelling an expression of happiness. She writes yea. I write yay. That and I normally don't write about how cute my hair is.

1:00 AM - Why is Christopher Knight considered a TV star? Some infomercial is on and I only recognized him because there was a picture of him as Peter Brady. That is not a star. That is a former child star.

1:03 AM - Shawn, the drunkest man in Puppetland is singing. Beth told me that L was here but I thought she said James (it's very loud in the bar). I am happy until I realize who she is talking about. Dang it.

1:05 AM - 1:12 AM - By explaining to Katie who L is, that leads into Beth and I telling about how I faked an asthma attack to get Beth out of a date with Pete.

1: 15 AM - Random las. La, la, la, la, la!

1:17 AM - Time for a cigarette. There is a guy singing "I Love This Bar." I do not love this song but I do love this bar. The Chalet is the best bar ever. No, I am not biased.

1:21 AM - Beth is text messaging Steve because he forgot to pay his tab. Dork.

1:23 AM - Bryan says "We're running out of time but I'm going to try to get the people up to sing. I am the karaoke host of the people. Of the people, for the people." Bryan is very funny. We like him.

1:27 AM - The woman singing has just screamed into the mike. Nice. That's not at all annoying.

1:29 AM - Screaming again. There really isn't any screaming in "Sweet Child O'Mine." And the random dancing around like Axl Rose is somewhat irritating. Plus, I'm pretty sure Axl Rose didn't grind his hips like that. Or offer to show his tits to the audience for $100. Axl Rose had more class (I can't believe I just wrote that).

1:31 AM - It's last call. Oh, gosh, I better go get a drink. Or not.

1:34 AM - Liz is here. Yay!

1:35 AM - Axl Rose girl is trying to get Bryan to dance because her friend is singing "Let It Rip." He turns her down gracefully. Now she is bouncing around. All she needs is a bottle of ketchup (Diana, Beth rejected my idea to disguise ourselves as giant ketchup bottles. She said the drunk people might try to dance with us. She's got a point). There are two men in the audience that are trying to convince her and her friend to get naked. They are classy. The women are just as classy because they said they would for the right amount of money.

1:40 AM - Axl Rose girl is now dancing to "Let's Get It On." Great. Lap dances for everyone! I'll pass, thanks.

1:47 AM - Liz, Beth and I start talking about work, Theo (Liz and Bryan's dog), pet rats and how they stink when they die, why Keem wants to get a toddler leash for me (I have a tendency to wander off in the store. She doesn't like that) and various other topics.

1:58 AM - Beth and Liz are very strange. They are talking about their OCD habits. Liz is even worse than Beth. Seriously, if you need to have the stripes on the bedspread completely lined up or you can't sleep, why bother buying a bedspread with stripes? Oh. Liz just said she bought a new bedspread because of that. Okay.

2:31 AM - Leaving the Chalet. Beth and I sit in front of my building and talk about music and people who pretend they know stuff when they don't and about how the street sweeper tried to run us over but didn't.

3:00ish AM - Walk in my apartment. Head to my room.

3:05 AM - Go to bed. Try not to think about the fact that I have to get up in 3 hours.

6:12 AM – Keem walks out of the bathroom. “Dana,” she says in her "I am the boss of you" voice. “Get up.” I find it amusing that the song playing right now is “Let Me Sleep Tonight” by the Nadas.

6:13 AM – Try to wake myself up enough to get into the shower.

6:26 AM – Start getting dressed. Remind myself that I put deodorant on. Otherwise I will end up applying it several times. My memory isn’t so good.

6:30 AM – Go to Keem’s room. Tell Keem what time it is. She determines that we have 22 minutes before we have to leave. Go back to my room and set alarm for 20 minutes. Take nap.

6:50 AM – Stupid alarm clock. God, I hate mornings.

7:18 AM – Nod off in car. Keem uses the elbow. Listen to her lecture me about how she doesn’t get to sleep while she is driving so I can not sleep when I am driving riding. Try not to roll my eyes because that always extends the lecture. Not that I fall asleep in the car a lot.

7:30 AM – Pull up Sheryl’s blog. Realize that yesterday was the day in the life. I am a dork. Decide to just continue with today. Start typing up stuff from last night.

8:30 AM – Damn it. I have to start working. I switched with Jodi so I got an hour of free blogging.

8:44 – Stupid computer. I have to log out now because my fax isn’t working. ARGH!

9:01 – Took advantage of my computer crashing to go and get pop. 3 cans of Mountain Dew should do it. Hopefully.

9:20 – My back itches. Where are my scissors? Ah, sweet relief of metal scraping across my skin.

9:30 – Must go to bathroom. God, I’m tired. Would anyone notice if I fell asleep under my desk? Probably.

9:37 – Ooh! I get to cross off another day off the calendar. Only 6 days left of tax season! Yay!

10:14 – Mail letter for stock holder. It is a brief break away from the phones.

10:45 – Break time. Yay! Realize I have not taken my pills this morning. Take them. Hello, Effexor. Hello, Weight Smart Vitamin pill. Realize that I only have one Effexor pill left. It is a good thing that Effexor has a half life of forever and I can usually go the weekend without taking the pill without any side effects. And I dropped my prescription off last night so it will be ready to go on Monday.

10:55 - Stupid break is over. When I am president, I will extend breaks to a half hour. And, if you go to karaoke at the Chalet on Thursdays and Sundays, you get a "get out of work free" card. Unless you try to assasinate me. That will just tick me off. Somewhere there is a post about the things I would do when I am president but I can't remember where it is. I really have to get better at updating my archives.

12:00 PM - Lunch time! Yay! Start working on this post some more.

12:10 PM - Keem brings over my pizza. Yummy pizza that has a thin crust and sausage, pepperoni, black and green olives. Why, yes, it is perfectly healthy and low calorie (in other words, I don't care).

12:30 PM - Stupid lunch is over. I go back to taking calls. There are 24 calls holding. Stupid cost basis people.

12:36 PM – Get email from manager sent to entire group about taking your lunches at your scheduled time. Crap. I switched with Jodi and took my lunch at her normal time. Does he mean me? Probably not but I’m going to email him anyway.

12:41 PM – He didn’t mean me. I breathe a faint sigh of relief.

1:49 PM – It is break time. After my break, it will be 2. Then I have 3 hours to go. How will I make it? I’ve already drank the 3 cans of Dew and am on the 1 liter bottle that Keem gave me. Oh, well. I’m going to go to Sheryl’s site and start reading some of the other days in the life. This should be fun.

2:00 PM - I just finished reading Kris's post. I have to tell you, I have no idea how moms get anything accomplished. Having to be responsible for small children and have a life? Sheesh. Thank the Lord again that he never saw fit to let me get knocked up all those times when I was not a good Dana. Ask the Lord to stop making me think that having a baby really wouldn't be all that bad. Because, seriously, what am I going to do? Walk up to random strangers and say "Please impregnate me?"

2:41 PM – Go to the bathroom.

2:48 PM – Talk to Tax temp about her hat. It is the Batman emblem. Contemplate knocking her over and making a run for it. Realize that I don’t run that fast and decide to indulge myself in a brief conversation as why Batman is the best super hero ever. Hello! Screw you and your super human strength, Superman. Batman has a super human mind.

2:50 PM – Indulge myself in brief thought of James. Because he is like Batman. Adam West Batman.

2:51 PM – Go back to the phones. Have I mentioned that I hate tax season? It’s Friday afternoon and there are 40 calls holding. Sigh.

3:00 PM – 2 hours to go. Not that I’m counting.

3:25 PM – Have brief argument with co-workers Jodi and Laurie about how many cans is in a 1 liter of Mountain Dew. Jodi thinks it is 6 cans. It is actually 2.6. I love being right. Rusty decides to point out that the fact that I’ve had 5.6 cans of Mountain Dew is over 1,000 calories. I don’t care. It’s done the trick and coffee makes me feel wired and sick to my stomach.

3:55 PM – Laurie gives me a very yummy Little Debbie treat. It is a rice krispie bar and it tastes even better than Rice Krispie’s rice krispie bar. And it is only two points. Not that I need anymore sugar today but what the heck. I am throwing caution to the weend! Shut up, spell check, I know that weend is not a word. But that’s how I am saying it. How will anyone know what my fun pronunciation for wind is if I don’t spell it phonetically?

3:57 PM – Go back to the stupid phones. One hour to go. I can do this. I can.

4:45 PM – Dude. You own stock. Stock fluctuates. “It’s not a fluctuation. It’s dropping.” I am sorry that you’ve lost almost $5,000 this year but what do you expect? The price could shoot up ten bucks next month or drop another twenty. Do you really think I care?

5:02 PM – Finally. My time sheet is done. I am done. I am making a big orange X through today on the calendar. Five days to go. Except not. Because the stupid IRS has decided that Monday will be the last day of tax season because the 15th falls on a Saturday. That’s just what I need.

5:07 PM – Okay. What time does my bus come at? 5:55 PM. I can deal with that. I could stay to 6:55 PM because that would mean a faster Internet connection. No dial-up. Is it worth it? Maybe.

5:10 PM – Why does every inch of skin on my face have to itch? I’ve already drawn blood once today. Stupid dry skin.

5:15 PM – Okay. I am now going to finish Amanda’s post that I started reading at about 2:00 PM whenever I was on hold.

5:19 PM - Finish Amanda's post. Leave comment. She is a mom and pregnant. My God. Again I wonder about how moms do this. Resolve to be especially nice to Kari. Maybe. There are plenty of years that she was a complete brat so I'm not sure that she deserves extra niceness (not that my sister reads my blog but on the off chance that she does, yes, I am just kidding).

5:35 PM - Finish reading through what I've written so far and correct a few errors. Reward myself by going to Jennifer's post. Ah. Another mother. I prepare myself to feel exhausted after I am done (but that just might be the Mountain Dew wearing off).

5:59 PM - Finish reading Jennifer's post. Leave comment. I am exhausted. She lives in Costa Rica and I have many questions now about her life so I'm thinking I'll have to start reading her archives. Well, so far I have three people to add to my bloglines. Realize that I am staying to 6:55 PM because my bus just left 4 minutes ago.

Who is next on my list of blogs? Karin (Is this pronounced Kare-EN or Kar-IN or Kar-EN? Hmm. I decide it is pronounced Kar-IN. More exotic). Ooh! She likes karaoke! I like her already!

6:10 PM - Am done reading Karin's post. Her cold medicine kicked in so she only got to about 10:30 AM. Will go check her site out tomorrow for the rest.

Decide to set email reminder to log out of the computer at 6:45 PM so that I do not forget about my bus. I am not in the mood to sit over at Subway for an hour until the next bus comes because I know myself. I will get involved in my book and then forget to leave at 7:55 PM and then I'll be stuck for another hour. My book is called "The Little Lady Agency" by Hester Browne. It amuses me and I'm only on 64. This is a good sign. Remind myself to blogline sites tonight when I get home and check out an author that Amanda mentioned. Thank God I keep a blog or else I would never remember anything.

6:11 PM - Elaine is talking to someone named James. Indulge myself in brief thought of James. Tell myself I am a dork. Remember that Beth said last night that someone found her site through searching for "Karaoke at The Chalet" and "Beth and Dana." Decide to see the most recent searches on my account.

6:18 PM - Set up reminder to log out that I was going to do seven minutes ago.

6:30 PM - Breathe a sigh of relief that I hit publish at 6:11 PM and so only lost what I had written from 6:18 PM because the stupid browser decided to freeze and then was not responding so I hit yes to close the site and then it decided that meant I really wanted to close all of the websites I was looking at. Go back to searches.

6:34 PM - Think to myself "Hey. It might be a good idea to hit publish so I don't lose everything again." Hit publish.

6:45 PM - Reminder pops up. Ignore it to post the most interesting searches that found my site.

*Name of person who has vanished into thin air – Interesting. I wonder who is searching for him. If they find him, would they tell him it isn’t nice to abandon your friends?
*A picture of my breast. Here you go, Larry.
*Taking off red panties – What? Now I am scared.
*How do I know if I’m vomiting bile? – I would think that if you are vomiting bile, you’ll figure it out. It is gross.
*Duck strangle – Leave the ducks alone!
*“Mel at the Chalet”
*Duck on a pound picture – What?
*F*cked by gangsters because of husbands debt videos – Oh, dear Lord. That is very disturbing.
*So i married an axe murderer-mike myers-this poem sucks lyrics – I love that poem.

Log off of computer. Goodbye.

6:48 PM - Walk past bathroom. Wonder if I should go to the bathroom before I leave? No. There's no time.

6:50 PM - Reach bus stop. Reach into purse for book and to dig out bus pass so I am sure I have it when the bus arrives.

6:50 and 30 seconds PM - Realize that I don't actually have my bus pass with me. It's in my wallet which I am not using anymore because I switched purses. Crap! And I don't have any change because I bought 3 cans of Mountain Dew today. Curse you, Mountain Dew! But I have a five dollar bill. I do not have time to run back to the office and ask anyone for change.

6:51 PM - Run into Subway. I'll buy a cookie. That will give me change. Oh, my GOD! There's a line. How can there be a line? Ask really cute Hispanic guy if I can go in front of him because I'm just buying a cookie. He says yes.

6:52 PM - Wait impatiently as quite possibly the worst cashier in the world is still ringing up some guy's sub. Does not give him his glass for his pop. Customer asks for the glass. Cashier says "Oh, yeah. I got distracted." Great. You're an idiot. Could you ring a little faster? It's a cookie! How hard is that?

6:53 PM - Quite possibly the worst cashier in the world is completely thrown off when I ask him for a dollar in quarters. I watch him count the quarters. "One, two, three...(long pause)" I want to scream "It's four! There are four quarters to a dollar. Are you a complete moron?" He then hands me back my change.

I really hate it when people give you the dollar bills first and then the change. How can you not recognize how annoying that is?

6:54 PM - Run back outside. Expect to see my bus turning the corner. But I am in luck. The bus is about one block away. Thank goodness.

6:55 PM - Sit down, pull out my book and start reading.

7:15 PM - Look up. Hey. Look at that. We're on the Robert Street bridge. My stop is next. Perhaps I should be paying attention before I end up in Minneapolis (while I have never ended up in Minneapolis, I have ended up in very different places then where I want to be).

7:16 PM - Get off bus, stand at corner and wait for light to turn green. Shake my head at the young kid who is walking against the red light. Some day you're going to get hit by a car, young kid. Where would you be then?

7:18 PM - Exit elevator and open apartment door. Put purse in front of Eddy's nose so he can't run out into the hallway.

7:19 - 7:30 PM - Talk to Jeff about my day. Tell him the bus fiasco. Talk about the boys that he is chatting with. Tell him that I'm going to go play on Keem's computer and then eat something and then go online and finish this post and then go to bed so there is no rush for him to stop chatting. One of us needs to have somewhat of a love life.

7:35 PM - Feed Eddy treats that Keem bought him. Apparently he likes them so much that she has to hide them. Otherwise he will attack the bag.

7:36 PM - Eddy has finished eating his treats. Apparently the treats are filled with kitty crack because he is now racing around the bed, playing with the toys he left there (when he misses her, he will bring toys and put them on her bed. There are two tonight. Obviously he misses her a lot today).

8:05 PM - Jeff has run into Keem's bedroom. "Are you all right?" he demands. I look puzzled. Oh. Yeah. I made a sound of frustration when I died yet again on this stupid, addictive game called Wonderlines. Okay, maybe it was more like a frustrated scream.

9:00 PM - Jeff walks by. "Stop making noises." I can't help it. This game is evil. EVIL! I have died yet again.

9:30 PM - Huh. So much for only playing for a little bit.

9:31 PM - Decide I am going to eat cream cheese and Cheez-its and just give up on the day. I am too tired to eat healthy and stupid Quizno's closed at 6 PM and I couldn't get the Caesar salad I was craving.

9:32 PM - I think I will watch CSI: Start rewinding the tape.

9:33 PM - I hate this stupid VCR and the stupid VCR remote. I don't want to record! Stop it. Damn it, I'm replacing you with tivo. Someday. Maybe in the next decade.

9:40 PM - Accidently rewound the entire tape. Am forwarding through a whole bunch of soaps. Keem watches them. I do not (mainly because I do not have the attention span to keep track of who is sleeping with who or vanished or come back from the dead for the 4th time). Huh. There appears to not be any CSI: Dang it. I will watch a movie.

9:41 PM - Decide to watch Bryan's DVD. It is perfect. Neither Keem or Jeff will watch it and they are not here to complain. Put the DVD in the DVD player.

9:42 PM - Realize that I left the DVD remote on the coffee table. I am at the dining room table. Oh, well. I'm too tired to watch a movie anyway.

9:43 PM - Walk by Jeff in Keem's room. Tell him good night.

9:45 PM - Start writing up every thing that has happened since I left work. Pet Eddy when he wanders by.

11:16 PM - Finish updating. Okay, yes, I've read a few other posts and checked some email. Realize that I cannot keep my eyes open. It is time for bed. Look forward to a day of leisure tomorrow, surfing all of the other day in the life posts I didn't get to today.

Good night all.

A day in the life of me and other random stuff

Sheryl (You all remember Sheryl, right? The extremely talented and oh-so-funny woman who created my banner? And the creator of National Delurking Week?) has come up with something I find somewhat intriguing. Last month she posted about her day, everything that happened, as an experiment. The result was that we (her loyal audience) loved it. It really gives you insight into what people are thinking. Anyway, tomorrow, April 7th, a bunch of us are going to be trying it as well. It might be something that becomes a monthly feature. If you're interested, pay her a visit and let her know if you're going to do it as well. She will link to you.

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I'm upset that Mandisa got kicked off American Idol last night but she's a fantastic singer and anyone with half a brain that works in the music industry will sign her to a contract right now.

Still hoping that Chris wins but I really like Katherine McPhee as well.

Does anyone really like Ryan Seacrest? He annoys me so much. Stop picking on Simon, you wanker. He may be mean on occasion but he's much better looking than you and has more talent in his little finger than you do in your entire body. Just stand there and hold the microphone, pretty boy. See where that's going to get you.

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Lost was fan-bloody-tastic last night! Oh my GOD! I love episodes about Hurley. It drives me crazy that, other than Beth and James, no one I know watches the show (although Jeff started watching it with me last night because he thinks Sawyer is hot (and who can blame him, he is quite yummy) and is mad at me because he thinks he is going to get hooked). I need to discuss this with someone! I can't wait until tonight. I ended up emailing Beth last night.

From: DM
To: Beth
Subject: Lost
Oh my GOD! It was very good. Can't wait to see you tomorrow and talk about it.

From: Beth
To: DM
Subject: RE: Lost
Evil. You are evil.

From: DM
To: Beth
Subject: RE: Lost
I know. But, dammit, I had to tell someone. Do you want me to call every James in the phone book until I find him so I can say "Dude. Lost was so freakin' cool. No, I am not stalking you."

From: Beth
To: DM
Subject: RE: Lost
Actually, would you? That would be hilarious!

From: DM
To: Beth
Subject: RE: Lost
That would also be very wrong.

I'm off to bed soon. I'm assuming we are still on for tomorrow? Let me know.

Must. Stop. Eating. Icebreakers. Mints. They. Are. Like. Crack.

From: Beth
To: DM
Subject: RE: Lost
Would we not be on for tomorrow? Are you on crack? Apparently the icebreakers kind.

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Speaking of TV, why, why, why must I get so hooked on stupid shows? Why? I watched The Evidence last night and started bawling at the end. Dang it. But who can blame me? You've got a woman whose husband died of cancer but didn't tell her he was dying because he wanted to see her happy so everyone thought he was murdered because he fell on top of a transformer and was electrocuted, you have Martin Landau's character tell about how his father lied to him and saved his life (long story short, he was 10, his dad made him play the violin in front of Auschwitz because the Nazi officers loved German composers, especially Beethoven and, while he was playing, his father was taken off to die while he became the personal muscian of some SS officer which ended up saving his life) and Rob Este's character's wife was killed and he is still trying to solve her murder.

Plus the show has the incredibly gorgeous Orlando Jones who I adore and have the occasional naughty thought about.

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I'm a little irritated with myself. I heard "Heartache Tonight" on the radio and was thinking I wanted to try it at karaoke someday if we had it but couldn't figure out who sang it and the radio info was frozen on "Eartache Tonight" for the longest time. And then, finally, it showed who the band was. How could I not know it was the Eagles? I love the Eagles. I hang my head in shame.

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Tonight is karaoke! Karaoke! KARAOKE! I am very excited.

Apparently I am also a dork. Have a lovely day, folks. I'm outta here.

The End Is Near!

That may seem a bit dramatic, especially when I tell you that the end I'm referring to is the end of tax season. April 15th fast approaches (thank you, Lord. You are a just and kind God. Now if you could just remove this plague known as cost basis, I'd be a much happier person).

I have learned a new way to keep calm in the last few weeks. I've started cross stitching again (I used it a lot when I was trying to quit smoking. It didn't keep me from smoking but it did keep my hands busy and that kept me from killing anyone. This is a good thing). Now, if I have a stock owner tell me to hold on while they rustle around for their account number or if I have to call another department for an answer, I just concentrate on the little squares and it helps me relax. I feel like I'm accomplishing something. It has the added bonus of not getting me in trouble for surfing the internet too much (with it being so busy, I can't justify the excessive hits). And there is the super fantastic bonus of keeping me from snacking in between meals because I'm not stressing over stuff and convincing myself I need chocolate. And then more chocolate. And even more chocolate.

Yesterday both Jodi and I spoke to stock holders who, when complaining about the fact that there is at least a 20 business day turn around time for old statements (and let's not forget that they have to pay for them because they hate that), found it important to tell us "You know, taxes are due on April 15th."

I don't think Jodi and I are the ones that need the reminder. I'm pretty sure that every one in the free world knows this. But one of these days one of us is going to respond with "Really? You're kidding. I had no idea." And then lose our job.

I think it might almost be worth it.

Is it possible to get homesick for a place you have never actually called home?

Since I am almost finished with my Las Vegas scrapbooks (you know, the trip that Beth and I took in 2004 (and when I say almost finished, I actually mean that I almost was finished until I found the four rolls of film that I have not yet developed from the trip. I have no idea what is on this film. Good Lord, could I be any more unorganized?)), I have started going through the pictures that Beth and I took when we went to Portugal to visit Johnny. It was almost a year ago.

I've been thinking about Portugal a lot lately. Matt, my boss, left last week to go to Europe. One of the spots he'll be going to is Portugal, stopping in Lisbon and Evora. My conversations and pictures of my trip helped him make this decision. Part of me hates him because I want to be there so badly I can taste the extremely wonderful veal that I had at the Fish Egg restaurant (Johnny loves the fish eggs at this restaurant. Beth and I were not as thrilled with them). The other part of me can't wait until he gets back and tells me about the trip and if he loved it as much as I did.

Talking to Matt and looking at these pictures bring back so much to me, the memories are flooding back. Look, there's the guy in the purple speedo that was lying on the beach. There is a series of pictures of Beth that has his crotch in the background. Joy.

There's the little girl that was in the Oceanario. I can remember her squeal when a fish swam up to look at her.

There's Pirate Jesus, of course, to go along with the Chapel of Bones. And the really cute waiter at the restaurant in Evora. I told Matt to be sure to stop there. Because of the food. He was less than thrilled about the cute waiter.

If I was rich, I would live part of the year in the United States and the other part in Portugal. I haven't decided how I'm going to get rich yet but it could happen.

I miss Portugal. I miss Johnny. I miss her pets and her beautiful flat and her handsome boyfriend that I've never officially met and the ocean and the food and Gulbenkian and the really cute little Smart cars. I miss everything about Portugal, even getting lost in Evora and being attacked by hungry little bugs.

I miss everything except for one thing.

I do not miss the hills. But I would put up with them just to be there again.

Why? For the love of God why?

Why am I allowed to talk to men? Well, not all men. I'm usually good at having a conversation with co-workers that are male. I can talk to Bryan without embarrassing myself completely. My brother-in-law Eric and I can have great conversations about a lot of different topics (although he is confused and thinks that he is right most of the time. Then I correct him. I figure it is my duty). Dan Lang and I can spend a good twenty minutes talking about our favorite movies. No problem.

But let there be someone that I have just the slightest attraction towards show up and sit next to me and I turn into the biggest idiot arround. Or I say things before I think them through.

Here's the latest example. Sunday. Karaoke. We have decided to go to the wheel (otherwise known as karaoke roulette). Dan is singing "With A Little Help From My Friends." Here is where we run into trouble (and when I say we, I mean I).

Background Vocalists: Do you need anybody?
Dan: I need somebody to love.
DM: Tell me about it.
Beth and Angie: (Start laughing)
Liz: What did she say?
DM: Did I say that out loud?
Beth and Angie (through their laughter): Yes.

Great. Wonderful. ARGH!

Then it was my turn at the wheel. Guess what I got to sing? Because my mean friends decided that they wanted to know what the last song was (1-1 is "Like A Virgin") and asked for 99-18.

It's "Whip It." Just in case you were wondering. I had to sing "Whip It." That is quite possibly the dumbest song in the world.

After I finished, I was mentioning how much I sucked at the song.

DM: That was horrible.
James: You whipped it good.

Sudden inappropriate thoughts swirl through my brain. Fortunately I do not say any of them.

It is brought up that my schedule has changed and that I am now starting at 7:30. I am informed that I am insane.

James: I do not understand this 7:30 that you speak of.

He sounds exactly like William Shatner. I love William Shatner (I may have mentioned this before).

DM: Shut up!

He is puzzled. Of course. How would he possibly know that, when he talks like this, I want to scream "Take me, Captain Kirk!"*

*Okay, I don't think I would actually scream that but still...as I said to Beth the other day "Only I would fall for a guy that talks like Captain Kirk and thinks like Spock."

Sigh. I am such a dork.

Week 6

You'll notice I have a new ticker (Thanks, Teri!) up at the top. I was trying to come up with something that would help tracking my weight loss a bit easier and then I visited her site and there it was. She is so brilliant.

Anyway, today Keem and I went to Weight Watchers. I am down another pound. So this is eleven now. I am very happy about this. I've been trying to watch what I eat, got rid of those damn Girl Scout cookies and am trying to walk more. Hopefully next week, I'll be able to start the treadmill, my foot isn't hurting as much as it did earlier this week.

After Weight Watchers, we went to Fuddruckers. We have both noticed that we aren't able to eat as much food now as we once were able to do. This is a good thing, of course. I once ordered a pound burger at Fuddruckers. An entire pound of hamburger. And fries. And pop. And ate the entire damn thing. Amazing how I thought that was a good decision. Sheesh. We have been eating the 2/3 pound burger and getting fries and a pop but decided that this doesn't make sense. What is the point of stuffing yourself until you feel exhausted? Today we discovered that even a 1/2 pound burger with fries and a pop is getting to be too much.

I've always been the type of person who will eat everything on my plate if I like the way it tastes. It's nice to realize that I don't have to be that person anymore

Tomorrow Beth, Keem and I are going to see the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta Princess Ida. Beth's mom volunteers for the Gilbert and Sulivan very light something or another operetta company (I can't remember the entire title. I do this every year. (And apparently, Beth's mom has now become my mother because I started this sentence with Mom)) and Beth has been going to this for years. And she asked us to go one year and it started one of those great traditions we like to uphold. Last year we added to the tradition by deciding that we would go to Manny's (the best steakhouse in the world) and also drive around looking for Target and get lost (we had some time to kill and decided to go to Target. Three Targets later (or non-Targets because each one was gone (either closed or demolished to make way for a Super Target)), we were kind of lost). The plan this year is to keep Manny's but not get lost. But maybe go to Target. If we can find one.

Tomorrow I am going to have steak (or perhaps we should call it STEAK! because that how my stomach views it. This is the best STEAK! in the world) and a baked potato and some of the best damn bread in the world (seriously. There's this dark bread with raisins and this really great rye that is salty and has caraway seeds and if I could get the recipe I would bake them every day) and then I am going to go to karaoke and moan about the fact that I am never going to eat again. But I will be lying. Because there will be next year.

I guess my whole point to this is that I am going to have to be good next week because I am sure going to be bad tomorrow. But, dagnabit, it's going to be worth it.

Oh! And I am noticing results. I can actually zip my boots up all the way and my pants are feeling loose. Not fall down and embarrass me in front of all loose but in a discreetly tug them up every once in awhile loose. Yay!

Hoping you all have the opportunity to eat some really great STEAK! sometime soon. Unless, of course, you are a vegetarian. Because then I would feel bad for wishing you to do something you don't like so instead I hope you have some really great CELERY!

Open Mouth. Insert Heart.

So. You read the last post, right? You know that my body is divided up into four distinct parts, all with their own personality? Because, seriously, if you haven't, you're not going to have a clue about what I'm talking about (and it's a funny post. I promise. I spent lots of time working on it. Please go read it if you haven't. Yes, I'm begging. What's your point?).

So. Last night. Karaoke. Yeah. Where do I start?

First of all, Beth was taking notes last night so there will be a post about many odd things that happened and, believe you me, it will be amazing in its funniness. When one of us whips out the notebook, everyone around us asks "Are you going to blog this?" And we say "Oh, hell yeah."*

*Okay, we may not actually say "Oh, hell yeah" but I'm sure we say something very similar to that.

But I leave the telling of the craziness to Beth. Because, let's face it, the only thing I want to relate to you right now is that what happened between myself and the incredibly wondrous James. Whom I adore. In case you hadn't already figured that out.

So. Last night. Karaoke. He is there. Beth, Liz, James and I are talking. I have just provided him with a wallet insert that I bought for him when I was at Kmart (because he let me look through his wallet over, what, three months ago and I noticed that it was torn and picked up one for him and gave it to him as a token of my adoration (because nothing says "Hey, I like you a lot, please marry me now" than a wallet insert. I think it has something to do with being able to hold your business cards and not having them get all deformed that does it every time)). Last Sunday, on the crazy evening of karaoke (Beth wrote about it here), James was not there and I had given the wallet insert to Liz. She suggested that I give it to him last night and she then bet me five dollars that his response would be "Awesome" because that is a word he uses a lot.

His response was not "Awesome." He actually had switched the insert for one with another wallet. But he did thank me and then we laughed about how I was having financial difficulties and could I really afford this and does Kmart have a liberal return policy (Yeah, because now that I'm out that 78 cents, I'm really feeling the pinch)?

Beth then said something about how she really liked the word "Awesome" and that she uses it a lot. This would seem extremely random but Liz and I knew she was referring to the fact that Liz was convinced his response would be "Awesome." Liz said how she liked the word "Swell" and how she had a discussion with one of the dishwashers at the restaurant where she works about the difference between "Swell" and "Swell" (I'm doing just swell! My leg is starting to swell) and that English is a pretty tough language and how we're all glad that we grew up speaking it because, damn, it can get confusing.

This leads me to the part where James asked me another question and Heart, well, she wanted to respond a certain way.

James asked "Well, she (indicating Beth) loves the word awesome and she (indicating Liz) loves the word swell. What do you love?"

Fortunately, I had not been drinking* and Brain and Mouth were able to keep Heart from blurting out something she probably shouldn't.

*Joe, you asked about my declaring that "Oh my God, I am never drinking again." Yeah. I lied. As I said to James the Sunday of my semi-tipsy behavior, "I would never say no to...alcohol." I forgot to mention this in the last post. I came very close to saying "I would never say no to you." I should not be allowed to talk to him ever. EVER!

Guess what I wanted to say. Go on, guess. I bet you'll never figure it out.

Seriously. I think Shakespeare was right about this one

William Shakespeare (my favorite playwright, my 2nd favorite is Oscar Wilde for The Importance of Being Ernest) said in As You Like It that:

“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players…” (You have to love it when spell check tries to correct Shakespeare. According to spell check, this should be “the entire world’s a stage” which just doesn’t sound right).

Anyway, my point to this is that, sometimes I feel like I am starring in this really insane sitcom that is about this woman and her body that has these different personalities and it might be something like Herman’s Head (which, damn, I loved that show and had the biggest crush on William Raggsdale after seeing him in Fright Night (Of course, I also had a crush on Roddy McDowall after seeing Fright Night so I’m not sure what that says about me)).

Did I say that I had a point in that last paragraph? I think I did. Let me think…hmm. Oh, yeah, so what happened last Sunday? Good question.

As you know, James was there. Here’s my recap of what happened (which can be viewed by looking at Beth’s pictures from the evening).

Amy brought Becky and me balloons! I like balloons! I may have attempted to wear them. I’m not telling.

Steve (Angie’s boyfriend Steve) was there and he asked me to make gestures while singing. This was to mock Amy’s performance during her show where they did the whole Ain’t No Mountain High Enough with gestures. Char also came up for a little while and she seconded that. So, during Change the World (my warm up song usually), I started doing what we sometimes refer to as “interactive karaoke.”

If I could reach the stars (hold one hand up towards the ceiling),
Pull one down for you (make a pulling gesture as if I had grabbed a star).
Shine it on my heart (bring non-existent star to my heart).

It is at this point that Bryan says “If you don’t stop that now, I’m going to stab you.” I stop momentarily, still singing. He walks away. Steve and Char are laughing. Beth, Amy and Angie seem to have disappeared.

I continue. Heck. I’ve got an audience. Is anyone surprised by this?

So you could see the truth (shade my eyes).

Bryan walks out with a fork. I stop with the gestures, looking vaguely guilty. He leaves again.

Ha. Like a mere fork could stop me. Except that Bryan turns around quickly and looks at me. I smile, pure innocence radiating from my face.

If I could be Queen (mock crown on my head)…

Oh, shit. Bryan’s got a knife. He walks toward me in a mock menacing manner. I start backing into the corner, trying to hide under the speakers. He laughs and walks away again. I finish the song without the gestures.

After I finish, Amy, Angie and Beth walk out, carrying a cake that is ablaze with candles (as one of them put it, “We were going to combine your age in candles but didn’t want to have the sprinklers go off.” Or something like that. Ha. Ha ha ha. Aren’t they funny? The correct answer is no). Cake is good. We all have some and then it leads to a cake fight between Steve and Angie (Becky somehow gets plastered with cake as well. Poor Becky).

Craig and Marissa were there. Marissa (still very young and now very drunk) was wishing me a happy birthday but accidentally called me Donna. The look of horror on her face when she realized that was somewhat amusing. It was even funnier when she started babbling to Beth about how much she liked us and now she insulted me by calling me Donna and was I just going to hate her and oh my goodness, let’s pinky swear about this that she won’t hate her. Beth and I have some sort of telepathic bond and are usually able to communicate exactly what we want to say in a look. Beth’s look communicated the following – “Oh my God. Can you believe I just pinky swore? How old is this girl?” Then Marissa leaned forward and said to me “I can’t believe I did this. I like Dana so much. Can you believe I called her Donna? Do you think she’ll hate me?” My look to Beth summed up “Oh, good Lord. How drunk is she? Does she not realize she’s talking to me about me?”

Craig gave me a batman decal. That was very exciting. He also promised to sing “Paradise by the Dashboard Light” with us the next Sunday. The plan is that he would sing the Meat Loaf part and we would sing the girl’s part. Except we would change the words to “Do you love us? Will you love us forever?” And mock make out with him during the instrumental break. Although, as I write this now, I must tell you that Craig chickened out and did not sing. I could not even convince him to lip sync while I sang the Meat Loaf part. When he said “Well, that wouldn’t be any fun for you guys,” I replied “Uh, yeah it would. Because we get to make out with you.” And then I realized that I said it out loud and was somewhat embarrassed. But damn, the guy is hot. Who can blame me (Although I am stating for the record that James is much cuter than Craig. James is cuter than everyone)?

I had two drinks and I’m not sure how many shots. So I was somewhat tipsy but not a repeat of the “Oh my God, I am never drinking again” night.

Anyway, Liz and James appeared. James (sigh) handed me a card. Here is what it says (It might help to know that there is a picture of Barbie in a pink dress (with dark hair, not that sleazy looking blonde hussy Barbie) on the cover and the card is purple with glitter flowers all over it):

Granddaughter,

Pretty as a picture,
Pretty in pink.
Barbie’s lovely,
Don’t you think?

(The inside continues the poem)

She also thinks
Your name should be
“Her Royal Highness Majesty,”
For after all,
You’re Princess for the Day!

Happy Birthday,
Your Sweetness!

(And he signed his name with an exclamation point and underlined his name. Obviously this means something. I’m not sure what but that’s not the point)

It is about here where the night took on the insane sitcom like quality.

So, let’s call this sitcom “Dana’s Body” and introduce you to the characters.

Humans:

Dana (That would be me)
Beth (That would be Beth)
James (Sigh. He’s so cute)
Liz (Friend of Dana, Beth and James)

Parts of Dana’s Body:

Brain (Condescending and yet panicky)
Mouth (Does not know when to keep her mouth shut)
Hand (Somewhat handy to have around)
Heart (Walks around in a constant James related haze. Imagine little hearts for eyes and you’ve got the idea)

Villain:

Alcohol (Has an evil laugh. Wears a lot of black. Twirls mustache on occasion)

Pilot Episode – why Dana should not drink

James hands Dana card. She reads it.

Dana: That card is fuckin’ awesome (when she gets drunk, she swears. She also has a tendency to drop her g’s and has even been known to refer to things as “rockin’”). Fuckin’ awesome (She may repeat these words several times).

Brain: Oh, for the love of God! Who told her she could talk?
Mouth: What are you talking about? It’s Dana. She is our Queen and we must obey her.
Brain: What? You’re kidding me, right? She obviously has no clue about what she is saying. The next time she tries to say something, you clear it through me first. Is that understood?
Alcohol: Heh heh heh heh. Watch Mouth get a little mouthy.
Mouth: You’re not the boss of me.
Brain: Excuse me? I am the brains of this operation, you know.
Mouth: You know, that was funny the first time you said it. Now? Not so much after the 757th time. God, you’re boring. I’m going to go talk to Heart now.

Meanwhile, Dana has shown James the Batman decal.

James: Hey. You can put it on your non-existent car.
Dana: Exactly! On my non-existent El Camino!

Heart: Sigh. He remembered the non-existent car. And he gave us a card about us being a Princess (She does a little dance of adoration).
Mouth: He’s pretty cool. Perhaps I should tell him that.
Heart: Oh, yes! Please do!
Brain (overhears conversation): Absolutely not! No unauthorized conversation! My God, people, do you have any idea how hard it is to maintain our reputation of coolness if you keep running off at the mouth?
Mouth: Excuse me? Running off at the mouth? What exactly is that supposed to mean?

Meanwhile, Dana has noticed that The New Twilight Zone is playing and it is an episode featuring Jeremy Piven.

Dana: Ooh. Look. It’s Jeremy Piven.
Beth: I like him.
Dana: Me too. Ooh. Look. He isn’t wearing a shirt.

Dana and Beth go on a little Jeremy Piven riff (Hey, we don’t always find the same men attractive so it’s kind of nice when we agree. Jeremy Piven, David Duchovny, Vince Vaugh…I’m not sure who else. I know she doesn’t agree with me about Rowan Atkinson).

James: Bryan likes him as well but probably not as much as you two do.

Heart: Oh, no! Dana keeps talking about Jeremy Piven. Mouth! We must let him know that he’s so much better looking than Jeremy Piven.
Mouth: Well, that’s easy.

Dana: Jeremy Piven is cute but he’s no Batman.
Beth: No, he’s not.
Dana: It takes a special man to be Batman (She stares vaguely off into space, a goofy smile on her face).

Brain: Oh my God! Not the Batman thing again!
Alcohol: Heh heh heh heh. This is fun.
Brain: Mouth, she promised she wouldn’t compare him to Batman again. Just last week.
Mouth: Oh, fine. You’re such a wimp.

Dana: Oh. I wasn’t going to talk about that. Oops.

James offers to buy Dana a drink.

James: What do you need?
Dana: Uh…um…

Mouth: I’m going to tell him what she needs. She needs him.
Brain: NO! Don’t you dare!
Mouth: Look, you’re really boring and I’m truly enjoying visiting with Alcohol and he’s a lot more fun than you and he says that it’ll be a good idea for her to tell him that. So there.
Brain: NO! Hand! Hand! I need you.
Hand: Here I come to save the day!

Dana slaps her hand over her mouth. The urge to tell James what she needs passes.

Dana: A buttery nipple would be nice.

Brain: Thank God. Crisis averted.
Alcohol: Heh heh heh heh. She's going to drink some more of me.

James goes to get the drink. Dana drinks the drink.

Hand: I'm just going to go sit over here.

Dana's hand, seemingly of it's own accord, sneaks over to rest, ever so gently, on the back of James' chair.

Brain: What are you doing? Stop that now!
Hand: What? I'm just sitting down.
Brain: Get out of there. Next thing you know, you'll start touching his back or something.
Hand: Oh, that's a good idea.
Brain: Hand, I command you to leave that chair right now!
Hand: No.
Brain: That's it. I can override you, you know.

Dana's hand suddenly leaps back to her own chair. This internal struggle is repeated at least one other time.

Some more time goes by. James offers to buy Dana another drink.

James: What do you need?
Dana: Uh. Beth? What do I need?
Beth: A buttery nipple. A double shot would be good.

Heart: A double shot of my baby's love.
Mouth: Oh, I like that.

Dana: A double shot of my baby's love (She pauses). Where the heck did that come from?

Brain: Oh, that is it. I am out of here. Let's see how well you people function without me.
Alcohol: Woo-hoo! Party at Dana's!


At the end of the evening (since, oddly enough, Dana doesn't seem to remember much more), James is standing by the door. He hugs Dana.

Dana: Thanks for the card.
James: You're welcome. Granddaughter.

Heart: Oh, God. He smells so good. I adore him. Can I just tell him that?
Mouth: I'm not sure that's such a good idea. What do you think, Brain?
Brain: I'm on strike. You do what you want.
Mouth: Heart, I think I'm going to have to say no to telling him about the adoration. This week. But we'll talk about him later.

On the way back to Beth's, thanks to the influence of Heart and Mouth, Dana babbled about James the entire time. It is amazing that Beth did not strangle her.

Anyway, that's it. That is the the tale of the birthday celebration. And if you think that the idea of my body parts having different personalities is far fetched, take this into consideration. I decided that, when I get home from work, I am going to spend at least ten minutes on the treadmill each night. Suddenly my foot has decided to start acting up and it hurts to walk (although this could have something to do with the fact that I did use the treadmill on Saturday and maybe I did something to it). Obviously it is a conspiracy.

With A Little Help From My Friends Lyrics

Joe Cocker
With A Little Help From My Friends

What would you think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day,
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light
I can't tell you but I know it's mine,

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends.

Week 5

Went to Weight Watchers yesterday. I was pretty sure that I had gained weight. You can't drink a ton of alcohol and eat cake and enjoy yourself immensely throughout the entire week without gaining weight.

And, when I stepped on the scale, I proved myself correct. I did gain some of the weight back. Exactly 2.2 pounds. I am at the ten pound mark right now.

You know what the great thing about this is? I wouldn't have changed anything that I did this week. It is amazing how much my attitude has changed. A few years ago I would have been beating myself up about what a stupid person I am for gaining the weight back. This time I smile and remember how much fun I had.

Yesterday Kari, Eric and Josh came over. They wanted to go swimming. We hung around the apartment for a little bit while Josh played with cat toys and tried to convince Eddy that he wanted to play with him. Eddy, however, is not used to small children and has a tendency to head very rapidly in the other direction when Josh comes over. There were a few moments when Eddy's sense of self-preservation deserted him and he approached Josh carefully, tempted by whatever toy Josh was flinging around at the time. Wish I would have had my camera on hand. Well, I have my camera but my battery charger seems to have disappeared and so the camera is empty of batteries (Did anyone else see "True Lies" and whenever your battery light starts flashing, think of that guy who is videotaping the crazy, fanatic guy and is scared to death when he has to tell crazy, fanatic guy that the batteries are dead? And, in your head, say "Batteries" in a quavery, Middle Eastern accent? Or is that just me?). Plus, my camera and I don't get along very well. It is bulky and does not have a stabilizer and I keep hoping that it will slim down and learn to deal with the fact that my hands shake whenever I take pictures. This never happens.

Anyway, we went swimming. Or, actually, Kari and Josh went swimming while I read my book (Birthday present to myself - Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and how the hell did I miss this book because it is so damn funny) and take pictures of them with Kari's slim and stabilized camera. I would replace said camera with mine but I think she would notice the difference. And, since I wasn't able to swim (I'm sure you can all figure out why), I did spend the 10 longest minutes of my life on the treadmill. That was fun.

But where was Eric, you ask? Good question. Eric was upstairs watching "The Prince and I" with Keem. When they got there, she had only been watching it for a few minutes and he had to find out how it ended. He did come down later and was then lectured on all of the things that Kari had been telling Josh (No, Eric. There is no running. Take baby steps. No, Eric, you can't go into the hot tub. Josh wants to go into the hot tub and it is too hot for him). It was pretty funny.

We then went to Timber Lodge. It was my favorite restaurant and we always go there for my birthday. I say was my favorite restaurant because I think Manny's has spoiled me (for those of you who don't live in the area, Manny's is a restaurant in Minneapolis with fantastic food). I did enjoy the meal and the time spent with my family. I made good choices, no croutons on the salad, dressing on the side and I did the fork trick (dip your fork into the dressing and then stab your lettuce. You get the perfect amount of dressing each time and use a lot less). I asked for my butter and sour cream for the baked potato to be on the side as well and then added just what I needed to make it perfect, over half of the butter and sour cream remained in their containers. When I found that I was getting full, I asked for a box instead of continuing to eat what was in front of me. And then, I did get dessert but we shared it. And I only had enough of the dessert to satisfy my cravings (it helped that the oreo cheesecake was horribly bland, the apple crisp was fantastic).

All in all, it was a good day.

I promise I'll finish the birthday post soon. But I have to do five thousand loads of laundry right now.

Happy Birthday to Me - Part Two, Poetry Friday Week 2 and Week 4 (of the weight loss)

Okay, one thing I forgot to mention in my first post is how Beth, Craig and I were sitting at a table at karaoke on Saturday night and somehow we decided that we were all going to sing opera style instead of talking. This might have something to do with the fact that I occasionally will break out in what my former boss Mike would refer to as "random las (You know, la-la-la etc.)" and occasionally this will be in an operatic fashion. Some people might question this but others, like Beth and Craig, will decide "Hey, wouldn't it be fun if we all sang opera style instead of using actual words?" At least I think that's what happened. Beth will probably remember better.

Anyway, my point to all of this is that, while we're amusing each other by singing silly things like "Iiiiiii haaave aaaaa glass of WAH-ter" (this is an example. I'm not sure what we actually sang. As I've asked Beth lately "What's that stuff that I should take but I never remember to take?" And she laughed and said "Ginko." This may give you a clue about how great my memory is. And I'm one year older! Woo-hoo. I forsee many memory cells dying), Angie walks up. She is eating something.

Beth sings "Whhhaat aaaare yoooooooou eaating?"

Then Craig sings "Whaaaat are yoooooooouuuu eaaating?"

And I sing "Whaaaaaat are yoooouuuu eaaaatinnnng?" after Craig.

Angie replies "Griiiiilllllllled Cheeeeesse."

Do I not have the coolest group of friends ever? The idea that we would all start singing operatically (and yes, I'm sure that's not a word and no, I don't really care) and that Angie would answer us the same way? This just reinforces my belief that my life is completely awesome.

Anyway, there has been some concern about the fact that I have not yet posted about what happened on Sunday. So here goes.

I went to karaoke. I saw James. He gave me a card. My God, I adore him. He hugged me. The end.

Yes, there is more to it than that but I am very tired and I have to go to Weight Watchers very early and do lots of running around and then maybe do laundry (I hate laundry) and so I am going to go to bed very soon. Hopefully I will get a chance to post more tomorrow.

Anyway, our poem today is my favorite Robert Frost poem.

Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I was in Speech in High School and I did Extemperaneous Poetry (I think that's how its spelled. I have no clue and I'm too tired to go to dictionary.com right now) which mainly meant that I drew the name of a poem a half hour before I was supposed to go on stage and read it to a bunch of people. It was fun. This was my favorite poem to read. Mending Wall is great but takes forever.

Week 4.

I lost .6 pounds. I am pleased with this. I had made some not so wise decisions last week and my belief is that there is no "only" in weight loss.

Tomorrow I go back to Weight Watchers after my birthday week and I'm pretty sure that I've gained some of the weight back. But I'm okay with that. I had an absolutely awesome week surrounded by great friends and I will be back on track next week.

Hopefully you are all doing well. I will get around to your blogs soon. Miss you all.

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I hate tax season. Hate it. Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Hatie McHate Hate.

We are busy. I see no chance to finish my post about my birthday today. Please do not hate me.

I also see no chance to read any of the blogs I have neglected in the last week any time soon. Again, please do not hate me.

But I do bring you an exciting new quiz that reveals that I am, as we all knew, kind of a freak. Thanks to Beth for this (apparently she got this from Teri. Sorry, Teri. But really, do you expect me to remember these details? Don't answer that).

Mostly Calvin You are 80% Calvin and 20% Hobbes

Your inner Calvin often prevails, but, as in the image below, you have a significant Hobbesian component. I'm going to try to stretch the visual metaphor here: you have a good head on your shoulders, but when you don't use it, your crazy body gets you in trouble? Does that work? Odds are you're impulsive and imaginative, but it's possible you've collected just enough wisdom to hold your most anti-social urges in check. Most of the time. It's a precarious balance, like a boy on one foot with a tiger head.

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 95% on calvin You scored higher than 1% on hobbes

Link: The Calvin Or Hobbes Test written by gwendolynbooks on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Happy Birthday to me!

Thank you all for your lovely comments on my last post. Wasn't that one from my mother just absolutely beautiful? I thought so. All your comments made me a little teary eyed.

Beth has pictures from the weekend located here. You can see me in my birthday glory!

My celebration began on Thursday. Jodi (co-worker) brought me in a balloon, some absolutely wonderful chocolate and a small frog statue. Because I like frogs and have a collection of them at my desk. No one at work, other than Keem, knows that I call frogs green duckies. This is okay because they all think that I'm a freak already. I don't need to give them more fuel for the "Dana is odd" fire.

Thursday night, I met Beth at the Chalet and we had a lot of fun. Steve (Beth's team lead) was there with his roommate Katie and Sarah (on Beth's team. Not to be confused with Sara) also was there. We had fun laughing, talking and trying to get Steve to sing songs that we picked out for him. Unfortunately, Bryan backed him up when we called out the number for "It's Raining Men" because Steve used the (lame) excuse that he doesn't know the song. Liz came up a little earlier and James was with her. It was nice to see them.

We then headed over to the Perkins in Roseville so we could continue the laughter. Since I (wisely) took Friday and Monday off, I did not have to go home and try to cram eight hours of sleep into three hours. The waiter's name tag said David $$ and he was then given the new name of "D Money" because that is the nickname Beth's old boss gave me and it drives me insane when I am called that. Beth said that I couldn't get mad because they weren't calling me "D Money." This is good logic but there is something about the words "D Money" that just makes me cringe. It is akin to the way Beth feels about touching hologram material.

Friday, even though I had the day off, I headed into work. I had to make a deposit (long story short, my sister and brother-in-law came to my rescue when I made some very poor financial choices) and Keem and I were going to go to Target afterwards. I am working on my room still, mainly just organizing the chaos. It is much better than it used to be but now I'm actually putting things into a specific spot instead of just throwing it into a box. Well, sort of. I have gone through a lot of stuff and tossed things out - that is so not like me.

Friday night, Beth picked me up and we went to Wild Tymes to see Angie. Craig was also there, along with Marissa who he is dating. She is a very sweet girl (but young. Oh my God, she is young) and we like her. I was not feeling very well on Friday, not sure what was wrong but Beth and I turned down an invitation to come over to Craig's and sit outside by a fire. Beth ended up dropping me home.

Saturday I cleaned my room some more. Oh, the excitement. I also dyed my hair - very excited about finding Burgundy hair dye for $2.99 (I'm trying to budget. It is less than exciting but what are you going to do?), usually the cheaper hair dyes do not have the more exotic colors. Just because I'm a natural brunette (just don't ask me what shade) doesn't mean I have to dye my hair that color.

I tried to take a nap but received a phone call from Mom. We had a nice talk and then it was time for me to get ready. Beth and I were going to meet Angie, Steve (her boyfriend, not Beth's team lead), Craig and Becky up at Century College because Amy was participating in a show for her group, Harmonic Relief. It was great! I would find myself glancing over at Beth at times, wanting to share the excitement and fun that I was feeling with someone. She would grin back at me. Amy has a fantastic voice and it was nice seeing her showcased in several solos. And doing some basic dancing.

Such as the dance to "Ain't No Mountain High Enough."

Ain't no mountain high enough (right hand extended toward the ceiling),
Ain't no valley low enough (left hand extended toward the floor),
Ain't no river wide enough (hands cross and extend toward sides to indicate width)
To keep me away from you.

We had a great time teasing her about that. Because we are evil.

After the show, Beth and I met Craig and Becky up at Chipoltle. We then headed up to the Chalet because Angie was working there. I received many birthday wishes.

After the Chalet, Beth and I headed out to her apartment. I wasn't feeling good again and wasn't sure what the problem was. I soon figured out that it was an upset stomach. This discovery was made when I accidentally expelled air (some people would refer to this as a burp. But that is just not ladylike) and it helped relieve some of the uncomfortable feeling. I started drinking a Coke because that usually makes people expel air more rapidly.

DM: (Expels air) Oh, thank God.
B: Did you just thank God because you burped?
DM: I have got to be the only person in the world that gets excited when she burps. My life is so pathetic.

When Beth and I scrapbook, we get silly and giddy. Somewhere in her apartment is a piece of paper where I have written some of our conversation down.

Anyway, I have to go back to work so I'm going to publish this. I'll try to finish the rest of the weekend tomorrow.

Poetry Friday - Week 1

I am climbing on the bandwagon that is Poetry Friday. I'm not sure who started this but it is a good idea. Anyway, here is my selection for the week. I discovered this poem in High School and have always had a soft spot for it. I think it is beautiful. Matthew Arnold was able to make me hear the music that is the sea at night by his words. It reminds me of Monet and how he was able to take simple brush strokes and make you not only see but feel his paintings.


Dover Beach

by Matthew Arnold

The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; -on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the Aegean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,

Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.

[1867]

I don't think anyone's going to be overly surprised by the results

ORANGE:

At work or in school: I need to be
"hands on": I like to play games,
to compete, and to perform. I enjoy
flexibility, changes of pace, and variety. I
have difficulty with routine and structure.
My favorite subjects are music, art, theatre,
and crafts. I often excel in sports. I like
solving problems in active ways and
negotiating for what I want. I can be direct
and like immediate results.
With friends: Planning ahead bores me
because I never know what I want to do until
the moment arrives. I like to excite my
friends with new and different things, places
to go, and romantic moments.
With family: I need a lot of space and
freedom. I want everyone to have fun. It is
hard for me to follow rules, and I feel we
should all just enjoy one another.

What Color is Your Brain?
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Week 3

There is no triumphant tale of weight loss for this last Saturday. Fortunately, there isn't a tale of woe instead. No, what happened was that Keem went out of town for the weekend and we did not go to Weight Watcher's. This is actually a good thing because it was a totally crappy week. I was stressed out over some financial difficulties (still am but not as much since I now have somewhat of a game plan), work has been extremely hectic and there is that dreaded birthday approaching. This may or may not have led to some creative calculating of calories (Mark, that alliteration is just for you). I am pretty sure that I may have gained some of the weight back.

We are going back this Saturday. I am not as stressed out, work is still hectic but Joe made me laugh about it with his comment about calculating his cost basis (Joe, I told Beth that if I ever meet you, I'm going to have to smack you for that. But gosh, it was funny) and the birthday blues seem to have passed on by. Amazing what actually taking my Effexor can do for me. Plus, Weight Watchers recommends that you take a multi-vitamin when dieting and I seem to have a bit more energy (case in point, maybe 3 hours of sleep last night but I have not yet fallen asleep on any of the stock owners). This is a good thing.

For those of you that are interested, here are the links to week one and week two. At last count, I have lost 11.6 pounds. In the spirit of complete and total honesty, which we all know that I am (except for the occasional exaggeration for comic effect), I will tell you that my goal is to get to 150 at the very least. That is exactly 209 pounds from my starting weight. Scary, huh? I have no idea how I managed to pack on 200+ pounds in 20+ years (my weight when I graduated from high school was 180) but I did and I have to deal with it.

I had mentioned to Beth that I wanted to do a scrapbook when this was all finished, documenting my weight loss and what I was feeling while it happened. This is one of the reasons for the blog posts. It's a great way to keep track of what is going on, what I'm thinking, how I'm feeling and it works so much better to do this than keeping a seperate blog did. Anyway, Beth has taken pictures of me each week.

Here is the picture taken right after I started Weight Watchers. When I learned that I weighed the most I ever had in my life (although this is the most that I ever knew about, Beth is pretty sure I was heavier in Portugal which is kind of scary).

Here is the picture from week one, after the 7 pound weight loss.

Here is the picture from week two, after the 4.6 pound weight loss - grand total 11.6 pounds! This is my favorite picture so far. I love the pig tails. Beth put them in for me at karaoke. She also gave herself braids and Bryan referred to her as the Swedish troublemaker (I think it was troublemaker. Now I don't remember).

Last night, Angie and James sang "Islands in the Stream." James had been picking songs for us last week and wanted Angie to try it. She informed him that she didn't know it very well and she would learn it but only if he sang it with her. We were very amused by this, especially at the look on his face when he realized that he had trapped himself. It may tell you about my incredible like for James when I say that I think he's a great singer. I know he really isn't but I'm biased. Apparently like is not only blind but tone deaf. Anyway, Beth took a picture of them and then realized that she didn't get one of me for this week.

I went up to the stage and asked Bryan for a microphone. He looked at me puzzled. "I just unplugged them," he said. "That's okay," I told him. "I just need to get my picture taken." He was even more puzzled and Beth explained we were documenting my weight loss. He thought that was a cool idea. So there will be a picture soon.

Anyway, after karaoke, while Beth and I were talking about the evening, I was yet again reminded of why I'm so glad that I didn't give into the suicidal impules from my past - I have a great bunch of friends. The people I hang out with in real life are so cool and fun and great to be around. They're very supportive of me and willing to listen to when I need someone to talk to. And the people that I have "met" through the blogging world are also cool and fun and great to be around on the internet. You guys all rock. Thank you for your support.

Counting down

I walked into work yesterday and overheard someone say to someone else "Today is March 1st."

What? Already? How is this possible?

I stopped in the middle of aisle and announced that I was going home. "In 11 days, I will be 39."

Everyone laughed, although there was one woman who was a bit symphathetic because she had been there.

This is probably the first year in a long time that I have not descended into a total and crippling depression right about the time of my birthday. It's been a crappy week for me, I've been extremely stressed out and I'm having a hard time getting up the energy to do anything (including going to work) but I am not just functioning, I'm living. Maybe not with my usual enthusiasm or the normal goofiness that seems to follow me around but I am alive.

Things I am looking forward to this week:

Watching Lost (taped last night so Kim and I could watch American Idol).

The results show for American Idol tonight. I don't really care about the results as long as my favorites stay but it's a chance to see that they are going to stay. I never thought I would become an American Idol fan but I'm starting to enjoy the show. I like music. I like people who sing well. I even (and I can't believe I'm saying this) am starting to like Simon Cowell. Because, yeah, he's kind of an ass (case in point, at one time he told someone that their performance was pure karaoke. What's wrong with karaoke, hmm? Although I knew exactly what he meant - the person singing pretty much just emulated the song. There was nothing original about it at all) but he's not sitting there telling these people that they're superstars. When he compliments someone, it seems more real than when Paula gushes over mundane performences. I also did the karaoke power salute when Elliot was singing last night. Because, yes, I am a dork.

Going to karaoke tonight. Yay karaoke! Seeing Beth. Yay Beth!

I have a $25 gift certificate to Barnes and Noble. I am going to purchase myself a book. I think I deserve it. More than likely it will be something by Neil Gaiman because I finished American Gods last night and I want more. Really, really good book. Have I mentioned that? I might have. Okay. I have checked out Barnes and Noble. $25 is not enough for all that I want. Sigh. I don't think $250 would be enough for what I want. Why do books have to be so good? Fortunately, I do have some reward points that I can redeem for a $10 gift certificate. That will be $35 and I might even be able to get two books! Woo-hoo!

Tomorrow is Friday. Meaning that there is only one day away from the weekend and no one will ask me what their cost basis is for two whole days.

On Saturday, I am going over to Beth's after work and am going to scrapbook. And then there will be karaoke on Sunday. I love Sundays. They are the best day of the week.


You know, doing this made me perk up. Perhaps I should do this more often. I hope you all have something exciting to look forward to this week.