Happy Birthday Steven! When you’re rich and famous, don’t forget about me, ok? … who loves you, baby? :o)
MY HEAD HURTS. Ugh. I hate it when my head hurts, and especially on a day when I really would like to get a lot accomplished. I am feeling puny too, probably as a side effect of the headache. It was a nice relief to get out of the office and go have lunch with several of my co-workers for Steven’s birthday … that helped some.
Well, there is one good thing about having a pal that is at home right now working on her resume … Kymberlie was kind enough to give me the “Springer” update today. First, it should be noted, I hate watching Jerry Springer. I used to like him, but now … they need to change the name of the show to “Freakfest” or something like that. So today’s episode had a father and daughter who … wanted … to … GET MARRIED! To each other! Yes. To each other. Sad. Sad indeed. Not sure which is sadder though – that they wanted to do that or that Springer put it on the air. Well, in the end she said that the audience booed them off and Springer refused to marry them, so they left vowing to get married somewhere. I will resist the temptation to get up on my soapbox here and give you all my speech on how television these days is at the core of the downfall of American society. Suffice to say, garbage like that should not be on TV in my opinion.
I also got to have lunch with Kymberlie, Holly and Amie at the O.G. (Olive Garden) today. Yummmmm, yum. Kymberlie, we have to continue the weekly O.G. run tradition, no matter what.
Best wishes, positive vibes, many prayers going out for my job seeking friends. Kymberlie as she works on polishing off the resume and the other one *wink* as she goes on her interviews. I wish you both the very best and know without a doubt that you will be a lot happier in the long run.
Happy Birthday, Bill! I can only hope that someday, maybe someday, I can be as cool as you. Thanks for all the times you have helped me out – I *really* appreciate it!
I left a key detail out in the Rodeo Butt-Kicking story. Just a day or two before that cat fight with the chicky-poo at the rodeo happened, I went to lunch with Naomi at Bennigan’s. The poor waitress, she accidentally spilled my Coke all over me. My sleeve was all wet, my dress was wet. Did I get mad? Heck no. I am nice and even-tempered. I laughed about it and told her it was ok. Naomi was stunned. She said that a lot of people might have let it ruin their day or at least the meal. Nope, not me. I don’t get mad. Unless you are a nit-wit that can’t handle selling Chelsey gumbo in a cup at the Rodeo. Then you had better look out! Poor Chelsey, she really didn’t think I had it in me…
I enjoyed reading the writings of James Lileks and especially liked the his Fargo, ND site. I was born in Fargo, ND back in 1969. I don’t remember much about Fargo, we moved before my first birthday. I found his site thanks to The BradLands where he mentioned TiVobligation: The feeling one ought to watch all those old Miami Vices you taped, even though you really don’t want to. I know how that feels! I was also amused by TiVomission: That’s when the machine should record something based on your preferences, but doesn’t.