Quite An Achievement

I am very proud of myself. Last night I went to Target and I bought only the items on my list. OMG. If everyone did that Target would be out of business in a week. Going to Target just for toothpaste is like going to a whorehouse for a handshake ... you just got to have a little more.

I heard the average shopper spends almost $100 each trip to Target. Of course it helps if I stay away from the area with the knick-knacks. You gotta love them knick-knacks you old patty whack.

My friend Annie is coming over tonight for dinner and a movie. I'm making hamburger helper, another gourmet meal from the Kitchen of Mary.

Vacation is only a few hours away. I can feel it coming on. Where are my flip-flops and tankini?

It's Almost Here

No not Christmas (although that's almost here too) ... my VACATION. I'm taking all of next week off. I figured if I can't be in Chile I still can be on vacation.

I'm not going anywhere but I'm going to have a great time. I know you'll be jealous when I tell you so don't read any more if you can't deal with disappointment ... okay I'm going to work on my new blog/website and clean-out my closets.

Yep, that's my idea of fun. Of course in between I'm going to take my friend to a Roto-Rootering (aka colonoscopy) and go to a movie with some other friends.

In anticipation of my vacation I have been cleaning my office. Yesterday I got one of those big barrels from the building and filled it with crap and stuff. I should open a store called CRAP & STUFF. Oh look a butterfly.

What was I saying, oh yes I was cleaning out my office and I found a SHINY OBJECT, SHINY OBJECT.

Oh never mind. Have a good Thursday.

Another One Bites The Dust

First June Cleaver, now Howard Cunningham and Sheriff Amos Tupper. They are dropping like flies. RIP Tom Bosley. Did you know that Aaron Spelling wanted him to be in "Charlie's Angels" but he decided to do "Happy Days" instead. That's why the character was named "Bosley." That's an interesting fact huh?

I hate losing all these people that I grew up with. And they go in threes so I'm wondering who is next? We've lost mom (June), dad (Howard) and next will be .... ? In 2009 in was Ed McMahon, then Farrah Fawcett, then Michael Jackson. I was sure it was going to be someone who's named started with a "G" but I was wrong. Is it a sin to hope it's Michelle Bachman or Rush Limbaugh? Well even if it is, I have such a pile of sins one more won't matter.

In A Mood

I woke up early this morning and just laid in bed thinking "What's the point?" I get up and do pretty much the same thing I did yesterday -- I take a shower, walk the dog, go to work, eat my lunch, come home, walk the dog, watch some TV, go to bed. Tonight I break the routine by going to school.

I actually think what's bugging me is tomorrow my family leaves for Chile (yes that place with the miners) to go to my nephew's wedding and I'm not going to be there. I feel really sad I can't be part of it. I know he understands -- he says he's putting a life size cutout of me by the bar so it will be like I'm there -- but I feel bad. When he was growing up I was always there at his games, concerts, whatever. And this Sunday is probably the biggest day of his life and I'm not there.

Okay, off the pity pot and off to work -- oh sh*t I think I'll just stay on the pity pot.

Goodbye June, Hello Winter, and What's Her Name

My goal this morning is to remember to bring my winter coat to work so I can get the zipper fixed. It broke last year but I couldn't take it in to be fixed because, well it was too frickin' cold and I needed my coat. I just remember this a couple of weeks ago and have since been determined to take my coat to the Sew What in the Skyway by my office but have yet to follow through. It is one of those things I think about when 1) I'm in the car miles away from home; 2) on the bus miles away from home; 3) in the shower; 4) falling asleep; or 5) when I pass by the Sew What in the Skyway by my office. Today I thought about it in the shower -- that and trying to remember the name of the fourth woman on Sex & The City (I can always remember Miranda, Samantha, and Carrie but always forget Charlotte which is understandable because she is the character who is the least flamboyant.)

This is the sort of thing that makes me wish I had a "person" or a "wife" or someone to see to my little tasks. I could simply call them and say "Don't forget to get my winter coat fixed" and voila it would be taken care of.

I want to be sure to say RIP to Barbara Billingsley. The mother of Beaver Cleaver and the woman who spoke jive on Airplane she brought a lot of smiles to the world. Of course, her best line will be "Ward, don't be so hard on the Beaver." That still brings a smile to the face.

TGIF

Good morning ...

Life is much better when you don't have to get up at 5!!!!!! I realized two things yesterday -- first I'm too old and/or out of shape to be lugging crap to conferences. By the time I got to our table I had probably ended up walking three blocks pushing a cart and I was sweating like a pig. When I got back to my car I just sat in there trying to catch my breath. Same thing walking stuff back to the car. I need to get in better shape, not for work but for me. That was pathetic. When I first got Freckles one of the things I was looking forward to was going for walks with her. Unfortunately Freckles is not much for walking ... we walk and stop and walk and stop and walk and stop. It can take me an hour to go one block. I'm going to have to leave her behind and just take a walk by myself.

The second thing I realized was that I really didn't belong at the seminar I was attending. I'm just not a suit and pumps kind of person. I like marketing but not sure that the field I'm in is the best place for me. I have a lot of thinking to do.

Well, off to work. Have a good weekend.

Who Turned Off The Lights?

Yes it's me in the dark because it is 6 in the morning. I have to be at the Convention Center by 6:30 to set up a booth for a conference today. OMG it's early. Yes, I know many people get up at 5 every morning but I don't. And then, I'm sitting here thinking what the heck is that noise and I realize our building's caretaker is outside with his f*cking leaf blower. You don't blow leaves (or anything else for that matter) at 6 in the morning. He is a moron wrapped in an idiot. Now you are beginning to see why I don't get up at 5 in the morning -- I'm very cranky.

Plus, Freckles isn't here. I knew I'd never be able to get myself and her up and ready by 6:30 so she's spending the night at doggie daycare. I miss her. Okay, I have to get going. Yikes, it's early.