March 3, 2011

right now

I am working on orders. This is the busiest The Shop has been since I started it 8 mths ago. I am still chop liver compared to some but it makes me really happy. I got such a sweet message today from a buyer that made me glad I decided to do this. It helped because I messed something up earlier this week that bummed me out. Anyway, funny antidote, I reminded Tyrone earlier that The Office was on and he in turn reminded me that American Idol was on. Some one seems to have caught the AI bug, I'm just saying. I am crossing my fingers right now that the jerk with the dopey glasses gets cut tonight. I don't like him. I don't care how good he can sing. America better not let me down although I won't be surprised if they voted WRONG. I love the guy with the sparkle eyes and the other one with the beard. The one with the beard looks like my cousin Angus.
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March 2, 2011

Doesn't She Know It's Wordless Wednesday in Blogolopolous Town?

A spewing of sorts today since I don't have any scheduled posts this week.
 
I have a home tour post planned I just don't have time to sit and post it right now.
 
Last night I had planned on getting some shit done but then I remembered I agreed to go to a chiropractic clinic with Tyrone that began right after work and that lasted a brutal couple of hours so yeah. It was great information but since I've been in a rather rebellious state this week (more than usual) all I remember was sitting through the entire thing while Chiro McDreamy rambled about the spine was thinking to myself, "Man, I am slouching quite terribly right now. I should probably sit up straight." Yet, I just sat there humped over like the slouch I've become. It's rather hard to make yourself sit up straight when you just don't give a rats ass.
 
I decided to cal him Chiro McDreamy because there's this running joke on Tyrone's side of the family about him being, well, rather dreamy.
 
This morning my attitude has improved a bit but I still feel rather irritable, naturally.
 
The Temp and all his glory, commented on my fading red hair today saying that he's pretty sure it's like Mood Hair and that I don't really dye it and that it's always red because I am always pissy. He received a smirk for that one instead of a punch to the gut.
 
Contributing to my irritability, coincidentally, is the neck and back pain I woke up to. Probably from the intentional slouching I did the night before. The Temp had a better theory. He asked me if it was a small Japanese ghost clinging to my back. (click link for movie reference) It's a possibility. He is quite the king of the movie metaphors and takes a lot of pride in it.
 
I've had Milli Vanilli, Don't Forget My Number, stuck in my head ALL MORNING LONG!!!
 
I was pretty excited when McDonalds added their oatmeal cup to their breakfast menu but then I read this. But then I heard that they are getting rid of Ronald which made me feel a little better about them although I'm sure they don't care about the damage that clown has already done to me.
 
Funny thing: A clogging song by Lady Gaga is called Lady Clog Clog. This was told to me by The Temp after I told him I knew how to clog.
 
Ohhh the conversations we have....
 

March 1, 2011

Thanks and I think we can change things up

All of your comments on the last couple posts have been so great! You're all so awesome and make me want to keep blogging. THANK YOU!
 
I'm also glad to know that I'm not the only one that doesn't care to be linked up on every site out there. I also don't think just because you choose not to join all of them doesn't mean you're "behind on the times" or "not connected". Someday I swear we will all just be walking computers plugged in constantly to the web, wirelessly of course. Like robots, I guess.
 
As much as I love the internet and the incerdible technology we have at our fingertips I just can't always be "plugged" in. I do prefer interaction online most of the time because I can be a little socially awkward IRL (in real life). Thanks to Misty I just learned what "IRL" means. After reading her comment I admit I had to look it up in the UD (urban dictionary).
 
I do think we should start a new word to replace blogosphere....
 
I'm a little tired this morning but I'll start it off anyways. I'm thinking:
Blogoverse
The Land of Blog
Blog Town
Blogolopolous
Twinkle Blog
Blogerland
The Lord of the Blogs
The Dark Blog
The Chronicles of Blogia
Meet the Bloggers
The Rocky Horror Blog Show
I Am Blog
Smokey and the Blogger
 Okay, I'm just starting to rip of movie titles. Any better ideas?
 

Weekly Confessional


You know that one country song that is über popular right now? That one group called Lady Ante-blahblahblah...or something like that? They won a few grammys the other night? Ring a bell yet?

I think it's called Need You Now? Well, it's no secret that any country music that was made after 1998 gives me an awful rash, yet I've had this song on repeat since Tuesday, February 22.

Can you believe that? You probably shouldn't because I LIE A LOT ON HERE. Yet this one time I can assure I tell the truth. I've been driving Tyrone nuts with my constant out of key singing that would make an amateur karaoke singer cringe.

Now, it's not because I bought their album (cough-cough) I would never do that. However, I did buy Adele's new album and her and Darius Rucker did a cover of it (I think it was on the CMA's this year - even just knowing that is too much country music knowledge for me) and it is brilliant. It's on the bonus disc. She is brilliant. I have a major girl crush on her. I like songs about heartache and there is plenty of it on her album. She just has such a fantastic voice.

So really I'm not forsaking my self-inflicted standards since technically a country singer isn't singing it even though it's originally a country song.

I do however LOVE readers who love country music (wink).


Also - it's March now in case you haven't checked a calender yet today or picked up your phone or looked at your computer screen. I'm excited because January and February are my least favorite months of the year. Peace out Winter bitches!