I think maybe the briefness of Facebook and Twitter has gotten me to be a little unenthusiastic about typing over 140 characters. But I sit here in front of this computer for eight hours a day and sometimes I run out of things to look at/read online.
Christmas was pretty good this year. Definitely the least stressful one I've had in a while. I turned off the TV at my grandmother's house when we got ready to open up gifts and didn't get grief over it, which was GREAT. I believe the last two years we've spent our gift-opening time watching football or basketball. As if we don't spend enough time trying not to spend time with each other the rest of the year.
I got some good things (DVDs mainly) and I got to buy a few good things too. I've had very little time lately, so I have some cash just waiting to be spent, but hopefully I can get some more awesome things. So far I've gotten (between gifts received and money spent) Bewitched seasons 6 and 7, the Sex and the City movie, both Glee soundtracks, Reba McEntire's "Keep On Loving You", Reba seasons 5 and 6, Will & Grace season 8, an ironing board, and another Lucy doll (even though I told my parents before my birthday to stop buying me dolls, sigh). Now I have a Victoria's Secret gift card I'm waiting to spend. I needs panties!
Big Love season 4, January 10! It's almost here!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A Very Brady Christmas
I got my second direct Twitter message from Melissa Peterman today. Awesome!
I put in my two weeks notice at Kroger last night. Get this: So, I type up the notice, fold in half, write my supervisor's name on it, and lay it on the desk when I get there. She was not there (obviously) but I worked with two other ladies last night. Both of them at separate times for some reason went into that office, and...READ THE NOTE. With someone else's name on it. Nosy! And one of them even asked me if it was just too hard for me now that Lori (another girl we worked with who recently left) was gone. Please, bitch! I don't need the support of a coworker to get through the day! What an asinine question!
I plan on going out and doing some serious drinking to celebrate leaving there. Hopefully I can make it that long!
I put in my two weeks notice at Kroger last night. Get this: So, I type up the notice, fold in half, write my supervisor's name on it, and lay it on the desk when I get there. She was not there (obviously) but I worked with two other ladies last night. Both of them at separate times for some reason went into that office, and...READ THE NOTE. With someone else's name on it. Nosy! And one of them even asked me if it was just too hard for me now that Lori (another girl we worked with who recently left) was gone. Please, bitch! I don't need the support of a coworker to get through the day! What an asinine question!
I plan on going out and doing some serious drinking to celebrate leaving there. Hopefully I can make it that long!
Monday, December 21, 2009
Carrie Underwears and Dixie Carter
Wow. I haven't blooooogged in two weeks. Crizzazy!
I have been catching up on my Michael K today. Here are a couple of great snippets from the past two days:
Carrie Underwears got engaged over the weekend to Mike Fisher, a hockey player for the Ottawa Senators. The two pieces of boiled broccoli have been heavy petting (you know Carrie is going to keep her vagina to herself until marriage) since last year.
Carrie Underwears better not even think about changing her last name. There's only one famous Carrie Fisher allowed on this planet. Chewbacca will chew a bitch over this!
If Dixie Carter and a magical unicorn made beautiful love in a pool of fermented potatoes during a Sharpie storm, their love child would look and sing just like Beatrice Okulova!
The more I read D-Listed, the more I like it. At first I thought the jokes were mostly about gay sex, but there are some real gems hidden in there every now and then.
As for my real life, everything's basically the same. Still doing the two job thing, although I plan on ending that soon. Initially I said I wasn't going to buy Christmas gifts but I changed my mind. And actually I'm almost completely finished with my shopping although I just started on it yesterday. Woot! Anyway, back to work I guess. I have a long week ahead.
I have been catching up on my Michael K today. Here are a couple of great snippets from the past two days:
Carrie Underwears got engaged over the weekend to Mike Fisher, a hockey player for the Ottawa Senators. The two pieces of boiled broccoli have been heavy petting (you know Carrie is going to keep her vagina to herself until marriage) since last year.
Carrie Underwears better not even think about changing her last name. There's only one famous Carrie Fisher allowed on this planet. Chewbacca will chew a bitch over this!
If Dixie Carter and a magical unicorn made beautiful love in a pool of fermented potatoes during a Sharpie storm, their love child would look and sing just like Beatrice Okulova!
The more I read D-Listed, the more I like it. At first I thought the jokes were mostly about gay sex, but there are some real gems hidden in there every now and then.
As for my real life, everything's basically the same. Still doing the two job thing, although I plan on ending that soon. Initially I said I wasn't going to buy Christmas gifts but I changed my mind. And actually I'm almost completely finished with my shopping although I just started on it yesterday. Woot! Anyway, back to work I guess. I have a long week ahead.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Big Fat Fatty
Last night I decided I was going to try to work out more. I do this periodically. But I was reading Valerie Bertinelli's Losing It, and she was talking about how fat she was at 135 and I thought, "My God, I must look like a cow." So I figured I should give it a shot. If I got down to 135 I'd consider myself in pretty good shape. (130 would be better, but I don't want my goals to be too high.)
Anyway, I decided to get up this morning and work out. I was pumped about this at around 1:00 in the morning. Then I tried to sleep. I couldn't. It was miserable. I laid around for a good hour and a half without falling asleep when I decided to get up and watch TV for a little bit and have some cereal to tide me over till morning. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 4:00. Needless to say, I didn't get up and work out this morning.
Anyway, I decided to get up this morning and work out. I was pumped about this at around 1:00 in the morning. Then I tried to sleep. I couldn't. It was miserable. I laid around for a good hour and a half without falling asleep when I decided to get up and watch TV for a little bit and have some cereal to tide me over till morning. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 4:00. Needless to say, I didn't get up and work out this morning.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Happy Birthday Bette!
December 1st is my favorite day of the year because, yes folks, it is Bette Midler's birthday. Today I celebrate the life and career of this woman that I hold so dear to my heart. I am listening to her albums on my iPod while I'm at work today. I'm up to Broken Blossom so far. (I keep getting interrupted by phone calls!)
I just found this article on Slate today. It's about the Disney Channel show The Suite Life on Deck and how the lessons the show teaches about "scoring chicks" isn't something that should be targeted to the age group that most watches the show (6-11 year olds). Although I agree with the content, the final paragraph borders on infuriating. Here's a snippet:
"Right now, a startling volume of tween culture is devoted, directly or indirectly, to puttin' on a show in the manner of Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland. It seems important to remember that things didn't work out too well for Judy in the long run."
That doesn't seem like a necessary reference to me (read the article to see what I mean), and I'm sure if Liza were coherent and she heard about this, she would raise some HELL.
I just found this article on Slate today. It's about the Disney Channel show The Suite Life on Deck and how the lessons the show teaches about "scoring chicks" isn't something that should be targeted to the age group that most watches the show (6-11 year olds). Although I agree with the content, the final paragraph borders on infuriating. Here's a snippet:
"Right now, a startling volume of tween culture is devoted, directly or indirectly, to puttin' on a show in the manner of Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland. It seems important to remember that things didn't work out too well for Judy in the long run."
That doesn't seem like a necessary reference to me (read the article to see what I mean), and I'm sure if Liza were coherent and she heard about this, she would raise some HELL.
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