Light em if you got em, today I join Jack Benny in the 39 club. Or as Matt put it the anniversary of my slide down the birth canal. Yeah.
Today I turn 39 folks. And I am gonna stay 39 like Jack Benny until I callously dump 39 in favor of 49. Like Madonna ;)
Still home sick which is typical I generally have horrid birthdays. Some of you may remember last year when Harley the cat tried to croak on me on my birthday. So coughing and still feeling like crap is par for the course. BUT....
I get steak and corn on the cob and cauliflower and Skordalia which is a thick garlic dip that is the win on steak. You end up with garlic breath that could drop a horse a twenty paces but hey, who cares?! A poppy seed cake and ice cream and presents round out the evening. Then kidlet and I will be home to watch tv and chill and then tomorrow I am taking care of Gramps after I take her back to her dads. We swapped days so I could have her for my birthday. And thank you all for the birthday wishes and shout outs and a special thanks to The Couch for my absinthe and lei filled birthday party. The masks were a good call and add that Warhol touch! Oh and for sending zee funny French card. Zoot Alors!
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Friday, February 08, 2008
Friday, September 28, 2007
Can I Break The Spell Of The Typical?
I hate the new Old Navy commercial with the *twee little beyotch singing about borrowing her sweater if you are chilly. I just hate it. I also hate James Blunt. Frankly, I hate twee. I am sick unto death of the cutesy bedroom slipper bimbos (read Colbie Caillat, Regina Specktor) and ANY sensitive new age guy with a hard on to be the next James Taylor. Just. Stop. Now.
In addition, I hate meetings that have ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with my job. You know the kind where the co-worker who ALWAYS derails it goes off on a tangent about some minutiae of process that has nothing at all to do with your job and no one reigns them in. We have two of those co-workers. I know my face is a picture in STFU in those meetings. I just know it.
I also hate Everclear and Art's incessant whining about his absent father, blah blah blah. Childhood is something you live through and then spend the rest of your lift getting over. Move on Art, you ain't special.
Whew! Ok I feel better. I am working A TON this month in an attempt to catch up my bank account and my workload after being ill so much in September. So I am cranky :P
On a cheery note, our charity auction process kicks off next week. I love working on the auction. This will be my 4th year. First two I was the donation coordinator. Last year and this year I am the accounting coordinator. I love 10 Key's. Probably why I like my job so much. I get to 10 Key quite a bit. It's soothing.
I know. I'm weird.
I LOVE the song Typical by Mute Math. Go youtube it.
Oh and Greek festival is coming up on the 5th of Oct. I swapped days and I have Kidlet that day. Look for a food oriented TT this week. And now, off to work for me. It is cake day. Wooters.
** Just for Belle the definition of Twee!
'Twee" is most definitely a real word, and means, as you've guessed, "overly sweet" in a figurative sense, precious, overly-sentimental or mawkish. Something that is "twee" is so achingly adorable and cloyingly cuddly that any rational adult will feel nauseated, not charmed. The creepy and inexplicably popular "wide-eyed child" paintings popular in the U.S. during the 1960s were a good example of "twee."
In addition, I hate meetings that have ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with my job. You know the kind where the co-worker who ALWAYS derails it goes off on a tangent about some minutiae of process that has nothing at all to do with your job and no one reigns them in. We have two of those co-workers. I know my face is a picture in STFU in those meetings. I just know it.
I also hate Everclear and Art's incessant whining about his absent father, blah blah blah. Childhood is something you live through and then spend the rest of your lift getting over. Move on Art, you ain't special.
Whew! Ok I feel better. I am working A TON this month in an attempt to catch up my bank account and my workload after being ill so much in September. So I am cranky :P
On a cheery note, our charity auction process kicks off next week. I love working on the auction. This will be my 4th year. First two I was the donation coordinator. Last year and this year I am the accounting coordinator. I love 10 Key's. Probably why I like my job so much. I get to 10 Key quite a bit. It's soothing.
I know. I'm weird.
I LOVE the song Typical by Mute Math. Go youtube it.
Oh and Greek festival is coming up on the 5th of Oct. I swapped days and I have Kidlet that day. Look for a food oriented TT this week. And now, off to work for me. It is cake day. Wooters.
** Just for Belle the definition of Twee!
'Twee" is most definitely a real word, and means, as you've guessed, "overly sweet" in a figurative sense, precious, overly-sentimental or mawkish. Something that is "twee" is so achingly adorable and cloyingly cuddly that any rational adult will feel nauseated, not charmed. The creepy and inexplicably popular "wide-eyed child" paintings popular in the U.S. during the 1960s were a good example of "twee."
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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