Corn on the Cob, Top sirloin, Brown Bread (the canned kind, of course) watermelon, fresh green beans....and strawberry shortcake for dessert. Happy fourth!!!
*sigh* Four day weekend. That was most definitely a Thank Goodness sigh and not a sad one. Work is okay, 2 long talks this week, two of my buddies needed to unload. Things are going kind of crappy for both of them and they are two of the most genuine, honest, hardworking, good, kindhearted souls I've ever had the pleasure to know. I wish I... Read More
It's all about the Aspen Edge. Cheaper than Michelob Ultra, tastes just like Coors Light. (Granted, I prefer Sierra Nevada, but for a cheap lo-carb beer, I have a new fave.) It's beer. Hooray beer!
I am sad, still. But the Dead Milkmen are making me happier. Anybody want to give me some happy-making song advice? Lots of stuff makes me happy, here's some examples...
1) Punk Rock Girl (the aforementioned Dead Milkmen)
2) Feed the Tree (Belly)
3) Veronica (Elvis. Costello.)
4) No Myth (Michael Penn)
5) Since U Been Gone (Kelly Clarkson)
I'm torn. How is it that a sport that I love, that I've been trying to convince others for YEARS is worth watching (I swear the military has the highest concentration of NASCAR fans anywhere) how is it that it comes here, to the US and does something SO stupid, so against the fans, the very folks that keep the sport alive? And just when... Read More
So I talked to the Moms on Friday. That was, to say the least, wierd. I call the #, and she answers so I say "Hi, Mom." She say "Hi Jen, what can I do for you?" "Nothing Mom, it's just been a while." Cue the tears and the "I never stopped loving you..." Weirdness. Anyway, much talk about people I no longer give a... Read More
So I tried to call my Mom today, I haven't talked to her in about five years and I figure since works sucks so much and theres not a hell of a lot I can do about that, I should start trying to fix my life. No dice, she either wasn't home or knew that it was me (caller ID you know) and doesn't want... Read More
Five years: wow. It must have taken some psyching-up just to dial the number. I suspect she had no idea it was you and was probably not home. No voice mail?