California Dreamin' & Pittsburgh Steelin'
You know, it figures that on the VERY DAY I put in my vacation request for my trip to Los Angeles, we fall under a Winter Storm Warning. Metro Detroit is supposed to have 8-10 inches of snow by tomorrow afternoon.
I couldn't have picked a better time to plan this trip. I think the White Witch (Mother Nature's evil sister) was keeping an eye on me. Mean, old crone. She probably heard me wishing for sun and warm temperatures the other day. It's not that I want something completely unseasonal -- I don't need it to be tropical; I just want to be able to walk outside without putting on a heavy wool coat, and I'm sure the sky is blue somewhere up there. You can't even see individual clouds this time of year. Everything is just solid grey. Grey, grey, grey.
(Remind me of this entry when I'm sweltering in August's humidity, and I will deny I ever said such things).
I hope everyone flying and driving to the area for tomorrow's Super Bowl gets here safely. I would imagine most people got in on Thursday or Friday, though.
Am I watching it? Probably not. The commercials can be amusing, but I have waaaaaaaay too much homework to do (hence staying in on a Saturday night). I may just keep it on mute and then turn it up when the commercials come on, which is the opposite of what I do when watching a program on TV. I am in love with my mute button. Who wants to watch some amazing program about forensics revealing that Shakespeare wrote his works with a particular quill and ink, only to have it interrupted with two herpes-infected lovers running down a beach celebrating their herpetic* lifestyle?
Am I rooting for anybody? Again, probably not. I have a bunch of friends in Pittsburgh, though, and I really like the way yinz talk der, so I may cheer a bit if they win. Go Stillers, as yinz, I mean, you guys say.
*Yes, I made that word up.
You know, it figures that on the VERY DAY I put in my vacation request for my trip to Los Angeles, we fall under a Winter Storm Warning. Metro Detroit is supposed to have 8-10 inches of snow by tomorrow afternoon.
I couldn't have picked a better time to plan this trip. I think the White Witch (Mother Nature's evil sister) was keeping an eye on me. Mean, old crone. She probably heard me wishing for sun and warm temperatures the other day. It's not that I want something completely unseasonal -- I don't need it to be tropical; I just want to be able to walk outside without putting on a heavy wool coat, and I'm sure the sky is blue somewhere up there. You can't even see individual clouds this time of year. Everything is just solid grey. Grey, grey, grey.
(Remind me of this entry when I'm sweltering in August's humidity, and I will deny I ever said such things).
I hope everyone flying and driving to the area for tomorrow's Super Bowl gets here safely. I would imagine most people got in on Thursday or Friday, though.
Am I watching it? Probably not. The commercials can be amusing, but I have waaaaaaaay too much homework to do (hence staying in on a Saturday night). I may just keep it on mute and then turn it up when the commercials come on, which is the opposite of what I do when watching a program on TV. I am in love with my mute button. Who wants to watch some amazing program about forensics revealing that Shakespeare wrote his works with a particular quill and ink, only to have it interrupted with two herpes-infected lovers running down a beach celebrating their herpetic* lifestyle?
Am I rooting for anybody? Again, probably not. I have a bunch of friends in Pittsburgh, though, and I really like the way yinz talk der, so I may cheer a bit if they win. Go Stillers, as yinz, I mean, you guys say.
*Yes, I made that word up.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
mrs_misha:
I don't know why but you weren't my friend any more.. Asked you to be my friend again, unless you think I'm some weirdo stalker or somthing.
wren:
My family is a bunch of mute button champs. My maternal grandfather is hard of hearing and refuses to wear hearing aids, so he'll come over and turn the tv on super loud. When I mute the commercials he'll say "HEY I WAS WATCHING THAT!" and I'll shout back "GRANDAD I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT VALTREX AND I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT THAT. LOUD."