Thank you, Spain!
Muchas gracias a España! Another country that gets it!!!!
If I know you personally and haven't invited you here -- well, there's a reason for that, so kindly go on back to whichever part of my life you belong in. Trust me, this is for your own good. Thank you.
Muchas gracias a España! Another country that gets it!!!!
I haven't stolen a survey in a while, but saw this one at Heather's site and had to steal it. Okay, I didn't really *have* to steal it but it was somewhat interesting.
My body took control yesterday afternoon. I know I've been whining all week about how bloody tired I am and yesterday when I got home from work I laid down (is it Laid down/ lied down? I am very grammar oriented, but I have to confess that lay/lie have never been my strong suit) and took my temperature as I was not feeling all that well yesterday. I was so tired that when I took the thermometer out of my mouth I thought it read just barely 98.0˚F. Cool, no temp, I thought. I continued to lie there (see?) and had the foresight to hit the nap button on my clock radio for ten minutes. Ten minutes later it went off and I stayed on the bed thinking that I would give myself a few more moments. The next thing I knew it was 4:08 p.m. (figure an hour and a half nap) and my bloody contacts were stuck to my eyes. *sigh* I kept telling myself to get up and take the contacts out at least, but I just didn't have the energy. I was then very scared that I wouldn't be able to sleep last night. No problem at all, as it turns out. I crawled into bed around 8:00 while talking to Martha (who is still in Mexico and probably won't be home in time for my b-day) and after I hung up with her around 8:30 I played electronic solitaire (I find it keeps the brain from thinking too much) and I'd say I was asleep by 9:00 p.m. And once again slept like a rock.
Thank you, Canada, for having the guts to do the right thing.
Bloody hell, but I'm still tired. I went to bed at 8:30 just like I had planned and was just getting comfortable and settled in when the friggin' power went out (around 8:40 p.m.), and when I left this morning at 5:15 it was still out. Talk about an uncomfortable night. WTF is with the power going out only when it's 95 fucking Fahrenheit degrees and 95% humidity? Why does it never go out when it's 75 and comfortable with a beautiful breeze???? Fuckin' A! I just want to sleep. And even though I live a five MINUTE WALK from work, they have full fucking power. And if I think about it, I'm not really upset because at least I'm not sweltering at home.
I should have slept in this morning. I am so blasted tired from my weekend it's not even funny. I was so tired last night that it never occurred to me that I don't actually have to get to work at 6:00 a.m. Although last night I was still operating under the delusion that I was going to the gym today. Now I'm thinking "Not so much." But then I'll remember that my friend DHJr, whom I hadn't seen in three years, told me, "You've gotten chunky. You look good." Now, I don't know what world DHJr lives in, but in my world "chunky" is NOT a compliment (Sorry, Urs, yes, I know you heard about it all weekend, but you know how obsessed I am). He tried to back off from his comment and told my Mom that he had called me "thick," not "chunky," but I'm still not sure that "thick" is complimentary. Anybody? When I told DH1 about DHJr's comment, he just shook his head. I guess the rest of the guys (they're known as DH1 and The Boys, even though they're all in their late 50s/early 60s) gave DHJr a hard time the rest of the weekend and we all started calling DHJr "Chunky." We all laughed, including DHJr., although he kept protesting that he didn't mean it in a bad way.
Here's an excellent column on etiquette today – or rather its lack. Having lived in SF, I can verify that what she says about spitting is true, although I lived there five years ago and I can't believe the spitters took a break for the past five years. I think she just started noticing or something. It was positively disgusting. I have stories to go along with it, too.
I'm thinking that I shouldn't snooze in the morning anymore. This morning between the alarm clock going off every ten minutes I had two messed up dreams. The first was that the Pistons had lost last night 90-something to ZERO, and all I could think in my dream was HOW THE HELL DO YOU SCORE ZERO POINTS IN BASKETBALL???? Thankfully that was not true and Detroit's Bad Boys Part Deux came through and beat San Antonio 95-86. Whew! I guess their motivation was the fact that San Antonio planned their victory parade for Thursday morning. A sign on the board in Detroit's locker room read: "San Antonio's parade is scheduled for Thursday!!! Oh, I don't think so. Game 7 will be Thursday night.
Dang, but I'm tired today. I felt bizarre all day yesterday, like I was getting a head cold or something, and by bedtime I had a full-scale headache. I took my allergy pills and ibuprofen and then, since it seemed like a tension headache, put Target brand Icy Hot around the lower part of my skull. It seemed to do the trick, but I woke up this morning with a sweaty head. I was up by 4:30 a.m. and at work by 5:30. And I'm ready for a nap. I'm sure the chamomile tea isn't helping wake me up, but as I don't do caffeine (it makes me shaky and jittery and keeps me up at night – yes, even if I drink it in the morning), there's not a lot I can do about it.
Holy cow, but did the weekend end with a bang. I went to a friend's house to watch the Champ Car race and (thankfully) stayed after the race ended just to chat. Finally around 7:20 I headed home and as I drove up Oakwood I saw flashing lights and emergency vehicles in the parking lot of the credit union. At first I thought that perhaps one of the kids who is always out there skateboarding had fallen and cracked his head open, since the first vehicle I saw was an ambulance. As I turned onto my street I could see that this was bigger than that, as there was a fire truck and cop car blocking my street, the ambulance in the parking lot, and a big truck upside down. I could see Ursamajor (she's already posted pictures) standing up ahead. I pulled over to the side of the street and got out. My upstairs neighbor came right over and put her arm around me and said that nobody was hurt (I could see Ursa's OOMA's truck had been involved in some way). I could see Ursa and OOMA, but it was nice to be assured that nobody was hurt. Not even the white trash idiots in the upside truck. Needless to say, they were speeding (how else do you roll an F150 in a 25mph zone) and drunk (they tried to hide the beer bottles in the back of OOMA's now destroyed truck, but there were witnesses who saw them do it – they were brain trusts). And even though they rolled the truck all of them managed to walk away, although one did get taken to the hospital. They're so smart that one of them mouthed off to the cops and found him whisked off to jail.
Unfucking real. These people need to take a pill and get the fuck over it. And I understand her parents are questioning the results of the autopsy. Come on now, does anybody with a functioning brain in their head really believe that Michael Schiavo paid off the autopsy doctor??? Bloody hell! Will they let the poor woman go already???
I just signed up for this contest. I mean, really, they're giving away TEN pairs of Chucks and you think I'm not going to try??? I would be in Chuck Taylor Heaven!!!!! I have no clue what the band Tsar sounds like, but I do NOT care. I'll receive their damn newsletter for a little while and then cancel it (once I don't win).
The Järvi Encore Gala concert last night was beautiful. I'm so glad I got a ticket and went to it. It was supposed to start at 7:00 but there was 20 minutes of presentations and crap (the two women on some sort of committee were the crap part – what a waste of time when I could have been listening to a world class orchestra). I, being the complete freaking wuss that I am, was dabbing at my eyes during all the presentations. The concert was sponsored by Guardian Industries which is owned by Bill Davidson (same little old man who owns the Detroit Pistons). Mr. Davidson was a little busy elsewhere last night, so the president or some other high-falutin' officer from GI was there to present Neeme with some presents – a Pistons jersey with his name and double zero on the back and a Pistons black leather jacket. And then one of the violinists (but not the Concertmistress) gave a little speech (which made me dab my eyes a lot) and then present Neeme with a framed photograph of the orchestra (and I think everybody in the orchestra had signed it) and a limited edition CD of the symphony playing this year. Everybody who could afford the Gala Dinner (that was not me, unfortunately) were also to get the Limited Edition CD and a Neeme Järvi coaster. I'm hoping that some of those people last night decide they don't want the CD and take it to Switched On so I can get my hands on one without paying the exorbitant price of the dinner and champagne reception.
I am having weird, bizarre family issues to deal with right now...and as such it is taking over every other thought in my mind, so I have nothing to write about - other than the weirdness and that's just not for public consumption. When I get my mind straight, I'll be back.
Go and read this story. I hate sitting at my desk wiping tears from my eyes!
My weekend was relatively uneventful. Friday was the going away party for the Big Boss – I keep accusing him of abandoning us. I have to stop because I think he feels guilty about it. I'm just teasing him, but I guess I'll behave myself and not say it anymore. It was a fun party. Turns out that the department is full of people who like real beer. I took two 12-packs of Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and the first 12-pack went very quickly. The other one never got put out, so I took home an 11-pack. The pizza from Jets was quite yummy as was the Turkish food one co-worker's friend had made.
Some Semi- and Not So Semi-Interesting Facts about Me::
Last night's DSO concert was unbelievable!!! I mean when you leave muttering, "That was bloody brilliant." and "The DSO fuckin' rocked tonight." You know it was a good concert. And holy shit, did they ever fuckin' rock!!! The first two pieces were lovely and all, but they were completely overshadowed by Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring (if you've ever seen Fantasia, think of the dinosaur piece), but then the Rite of Spring, amazingly enough, was beyond overshadowed by the encore. Neeme Jarvi ALWAYS ALWAYS (well, he didn't once, but that wasn't his fault due to the lengthy power outage in the middle of the concert) ALWAYS does an encore and I was really looking forward to it. And Bloody Fucking Hell, it brought the entire crowd to its feet yelling and applauding. Well, what the hell was this fabulous encore already, Kathleen? It was by an Argentinian composer, Alberto Ginastera (HEE-na-stera) and it was the finale (Malambo) from his ballet "Estancia" (ranch essentially, if I remember my not used very often Spanish correctly). I've already sent an e-mail to Glen asking him to look in to getting it for me. I'm going to have quite the little stack of CDs waiting for me at Switched On when I finally get there.
I "borrowed" this survey from Heather.
A quote from Theodore Roosevelt to start the day.
Wow, so much to tell you…the weekend was a good one. I left work at 11:00 on Thursday and hit the road to Milwaukee at noon. Last year it took me 5.5 hours to get to MKE. This year it took me 7! Can I share with you how much I hate Indiana and the Chicago toll roads? I was barely in IN before I came to a complete stop – three lanes of highway traffic going nowhere. 30 minutes later all of a sudden we started moving got up to 35 mph without seeing a cause of our stoppage. By the time we saw the cop cars on the side of the highway we were doing the speed limit – which in IN on lovely three wide lanes of highway is 55 mph. Better to get money out of all those people just blowing through their sucky state on their way to better places. At one point the speed did go up to 65 mph. Wooo! Don't overdo it. And of course, toll roads? Dear God, but who thought this was a good idea? Sure, in theory the roads are better maintained because of all this money they're collecting, but I have to say that in the Chicago area that I-94 was in better condition when you left the toll area. My car felt like it was going to shake apart on their frickin' pay to drive road. And I have to give kudos to Ohio (something a Michigander rarely does) for doing something right. No, I didn't go through OH to get to MKE, but I drive OH's turnpike at least once a year on my way to Cleveland for the race. And they know how to run a toll road. When you get on, you get a little ticket. You tuck it into your visor and go along your way. When you reach your destination, you hand the little ticket and money to the person in the toll booth. MUCH MORE EFFICIENT than this stopping every three miles or whatever to throw dimes into a friggin' basket. Also, the OH turnpike has lovely "oases" for stopping to pee and get gas and food. The toll roads in IN and IL are lacking in this amenity. I had to pee when I got stopped in the IN traffic jam, but couldn't find a friggin' bathroom until Wisconsin. Sure, there was an "oasis" near O'Hare, but by that time my mindset was "JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF CHICAGO." It took me more than an hour to get from one side of Chicago to the other. As a comparison, it took me a mere 5.25 hours to make the exact same drive in reverse on Sunday.