Too Sore to Move, Too Tired to Blog…
Much, that is. I'm too tired to blog much. Crazy lady that I am, I ran on Tuesday instead of waiting another month or so for my shoulder to finish healing. I'm dreading the recriminations from my physical therapist tomorrow. Sigh. I had to start running again. The stairmaster, while
Data Mining Blogger ProfilesOr, I have the musical tastes of a goth teen
I've been having a bit of fun, searching through Blogger profiles and comparing them to mine. There are at least a dozen other people who listen to Apoptygma Berzerk (If they're spelling it correctly, that is. A-p-o-p-t-y-g-m-a B-e-r-z-e-r-k. Pray you don't have to say it out loud!), and even a
Reportable Incident
He: "...and so I told her that you were responsible and would take care of it." Me: "Thanks, I need you to be the wind beneath my wings." He: "It's part of my job description. Except..." Me: "Except what?" He: "I was looking at my career path and it seems
“Embrace the fact that you showed up…”
How many years has West Wing been on the air? Five? Why didn't anyone ever tell me about this series!!! You people know I live under a rock -- it took me, what, four years to get around to Buffy? Two years to catch on to Alias? Sheesh. I had
Splat
She: "Was that a rain drop?" Me: "No. Of course not." She: "Then what was it?" Me: "A very moist bug." Splat Splat Splat She: "And all of those?" Me: "A swarm." She: "..." Me: "It's NOT raining!" She: "Okay, okay. I didn't think so."
Ambassador Drool.
Me: "I'm glad we found Montana beer even if they didn't have Moose Drool." She: "Yeah. I can't believe the variety they had! Maybe they'll get it in now that they know about it." Me: "You know, I think I should be an ambassador for Big Sky Brewing Company. It
