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Sunday, September 18, 2005
Omen??
Happy Sunday everyone. Yippee. I'm sick. Mr. H. plagued me before he went on his last gig. Then he calls... He's at some casino in LaCrosse. (I wanted to go, but I had some appointments, moreover, casinos and I are like Wile E. Coyote and Acme...)
I hate phone calls that start out like this: "You should be here! It's so great!" (Yeah, I'm having a blast in bed watching Foster's again.) "I'm on a top floor suite that overlooks the Mississippi River and you can see MN from here. Panoramic view, and a HUGE hot tub! It's one of the best hotels I've ever been set up in, and that includes downtown Chicago!" (I'm happy for you. Maybe I'll do my nails... also thinking 'damn, PLUS a casino!'!) *grrrrrrr
Then yesterday I start getting sick. I have his plague ridden sack of cooties now. Sore throat, cold, headache, fever, plus I have to put up with my cats yelling at me to feed them. Yeah, they are about 3 hours overdue. Well, it's not like I haven't been giving them a bit extra... And then there is cleaning the cat boxes. Oh joy.
(Imagine me saying all of this in a Ben Stein monotone.) So it was about 3am and my throat was so sore I wanted ice cream so bad. There are no grocery stores open overnight around here, plus I was too sick to go. I was ready to swallow benzocaine cream. When Mr. H. gets back, perhaps I shall require him to go to that Harley Custard place and bring me back quality custard. (IE: fat in a container.)
So, the question is this: Should I breathe all over him when he gets back to give him his disease back? Damn... I'm just too nice. I couldn't do that.
The Omen: Now, this is probably a sign to stay in bed and not move for 24 hours. I got up and decided to light a candle in my room and lit my thumb nail into a raging inferno. Thank God I had 20 layers of polish, so my nail isn't too bad. However, I don't think it's a good way to start the day. It's reminds me of my "Ace of Spades" day. I'll relay that story another time. Things like this don't happen to most people. (I mean the Ace of Spades thing... or lighting your hair on fire... twice for that matter.)
BTW, I know you don't read my blog, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONDAY BLUEY! I thought I'd put it in there anyhoo. :D
*Interlude to feed cats who are yelling at me very loudly now... Go get a soda or some popcorn while I'm gone.*
Chumming the sharks is more like it... sheesh!
I'm going to Orlando for about 4 days next month... w00t! Mr. H. has a gig and he's taking some time off to go early. I get all these discounts for being a member of the NRA, so we'll be driving this high end Caddy, etc. :D I need to get away from here!
And of course, a quiz... :P
You're John F. Kennedy! You are one of the most
famous presidents and you fight for rights of
other people. However, some of your political
views tend to make people want to stay away
from you. Other than that, thumbs up!
Which famous (or infamous) person are you a reincarnation of?
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#Hype
burnt out a synapse at : 9:20:00 AM
Thursday, September 08, 2005
OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
A short, less than exciting post for y'all! I got up a little while ago. I started the day by breaking my toe. It's all black. Ow. I also have a virus and am illin'. Illin' w/my black toe. Could be the name of a great song! OK, not.
What have I been doing... Hmmm? What have I been doing? An amalgam of things I guess. I'm waiting for the Great Wisconsin Dust Bowl to start any minute... as well as the tumbleweeds.
I left my shirt at the Shooters Shop last Saturday. :-( Oh! I had another one on under it. (yikes!) I got into a fender bender coming back from the Shooters Shop, which is off the Marquette Interchange (94). (Flemmy knows what I'm talking about.)
It wouldn't have happened had I not been on my cell phone. I believe they are going to make it illegal to talk on cell phones while driving. Probably a good idea, as it wouldn't have happened had I been paying attention. I hit a full size pick up truck, and out comes this giant guy with a cowboy hat. I looked and the bumper, and said "Thank God... no damage." And then he points to the other end of MY bumper... Scratched, smushed a bit and cracked light cover. I hit his trailer hitch. I was just thankful I didn't do anything to his car. We finally have good insurance rates, and I don't want to pay more! Gas is a fortune and Todd has to drive 120 miles a day for work. It's killing us. That's a hella lotta cash...
Speaking of cash, my cousin and her husband were on the front of the business page of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel. (They live in TX.) But my cousin is from here. There is a tax law that many people are unaware of, (my sister knew as they taught it in a class in college), that if you make a shitload of money (capital gains), you owe far more in taxes than you think. This is the article if you can get to it w/out signing up. YIKES!
I had a long covo with my dad about aspects of the universe last night, and my head is still spinning. I ought to lay down w/my black toe and fever anyway, but drinking Monster seems to make that pretty tough!
Hopefully an interesting post soon. I guess I don't have so much to say...
#Hype
burnt out a synapse at : 9:00:00 AM
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