"The Sharks are not just in trouble. They are in international distress. " Mark Purdy , the San Jose Mercury-News.
Sorry, I had to start with that. Its been making me giggle all day. Work has, unfortunately, been getting in the way of my blogging/commenting/ and generally being a lazy ass while at work. There has been so much for me to blog about, but no time to do it. I guess real life is so exciting that i cant make time to blab about it. Thats kinda cool. Im still working on the post-keg party post as my memory tries to grasp exactly what i meant to say on that slip of paper. Im just going to blab out as much as possible in the next 10 minutes before my next meeting.
Here is something i need to blog for posterity. I had a dream a couple of nights ago about owning racehorses. Actually, one specific race horse, a filly named Bally Pally, who was racing in The Hambletonian Stakes and won. The dream was so vivid that i had to google that name to see if the horse existed...or if i just need to remember it so someday I will buy a Standardbred Trotter, name her Bally Pally, and enter her in one of the most elusive races for trotters, and then win.
I do plan on owning racehorses one day, but never thought about trotters. In case you dont watch racing, trotters= the ones with the little carts behind them. In my dream I kept doing interviews about how all my other horses were named "Juicy's ____" and she was the only one who wasnt[ and yes, I do plan on naming all my horses "Juicy's ____".] Anyways, keep your eye on that race and maybe in a few years you'll see a horse named Bally Pally...bet on her to win, mmmkay? [Fun fact: there is no Bally Pally...but Ally Pally is the nickname of the place where the BBC is shot in England. Hmmm. I had no idea]
Digit started school yesterday. I think hes going to be the problem child who needs to sit at the back of the class because hes disrupting the students who might actually learn something.
I accidentally sprayed po-pourri air freshener on myself this morning. Three people have commented on my lovely perfume. Why its Glade Boysenberry! I just realised i hate the word po-pourri...especially when Alex Trebec says it on Jeopardy!.
Its really nice out today and Im dying not having a window.
Its my birthday really soon. Blah.
I might have to go out of town for Court tomorrow. Double Blah.
Times up. Laters.
3 comments:
Just say it "pot-purry"-- it's slightly less obnoxious.
I have the opposite problem where nothing is really happening and I'm running out of posts to write/read/comment on.
I have things I need to be taking care of. I tell myself each morning to come into work and do them. First. Before doing anything else. But then I decide to check just one thing. Before I know it the day is over and I've done two things. I'm pathetic...
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