I found a new vacation spot. The Bay of Fundy. New Brunswick, Canada. It’s about a 30 hour drive from here, so I don’t think I’ll be going anytime soon. But pictures are beautiful. You go to the Hopewell Rocks and when tide is up you can kayak around them and when tide is out you can walk around. Very cool. You should Google it.
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To: whoever broke into my car last night First of all, broke in is relative. I keep the car unlocked. Don’t you think there might be a reason why? I don’t think the pennies and nickels you walked away from the car with were worth your time. You also missed the garage door opener (the address was on the insurance card you fiddled with), the cell phone charger (coulda made some money on ebay), 2 new windshield wipers (sealed, laying on the floor in the back seat), and a pen. Better luck next time.
 Jolly good, wot! Anyone for tennis? That'll be ten ponies, guv. You're the epitome of everything that is English. Yey How British are you? There was a dearth of quality (or even watch-able) television shows on last night. I actually turned the TV off. My room has never been cleaner. The desktop, that has had papers etc piled a foot deep since I moved in – it’s clear. Piles gone. OK, so there’s one small one (inch-thick) pile that just needs to be filed, and it moved into my closet (which is where the filing crates are), so I’m basically done. Rug cleaned. Clothes put away (and drawers reorganized). Only thing left is the very stinky kitty litter. It’s about a week overdue to be changed. Then the cats might need baths, since they stink too (or at least their paws do) and that grosses me out. Next Crappy TV night? Maybe I’ll read a book. How about that? I’m trying to get technical support for my iPaq via hp’s website. This should be interesting. Yes, I said it. CBS is showing some basketball thing, so CSI and Without A Trace aren’t on. I’m so sad! There’s crap on, then, from 8 until… 10:30. Bite me. I have a confession to make. I have lost a pair of pants. Gone. Nowhere to be found. Not in the pile of laundry, not under the bed, not in the drawers or in the closet. Not even in the basement laundry room. Gone. Vanished from existence. This is strange because, well, I don’t take my pants off and leave them places. I don’t really take my pants off anywhere but home (except for the occasional youth retreat, and that’s just to change into pj’s – get your minds out of the gutter!). So how did I lose a pair of pants? This baffles me. I really liked them, too. It makes me very sad. They were the olive-green “karate” pants from Old Navy. I still have the belt. I know I wouldn’t have given them to Goodwill (at least, not on purpose). I want them back. I may have to buy a replacement pair. In other news, I would rave about the joys of my iPod, but I don’t have one. So I will rave about the joys of my iPaq. My iPaq runs Windows Media Player 9, so it has many of the same benefits of owning an iPod, plus the fact that I already own it. My memory card is huge, so it stores over a hundred songs, which is enough variety for me right now. (Yes, I’d love a couple of gig, and then I could just upload every single song I’ve ever owned and enjoyed, but let’s be realistic.) This morning’s selections (via the shuffle function) were as follows:
I would have never made that collection up myself. Fabulous.
Considering my love for television, it’s amazing 1) that I don’t have cable, and 2) that I don’t talk about it more here. I saw a new show last night that I could easily be hooked on: Blind Justice. It’s on ABC, which is not a network I normally watch, but Law & Order:SVU was a rerun that I didn’t care to watch again. It could come to replace L&O:SVU, and here’s why. Blind Justice, while having a different crime to solve each episode, doesn’t really focus on the crime. The focus seems to be much more on the main character as a person. Now, it was the pilot, so they could just be setting everything up, and that could change, so I’ll have to watch to find out. I love the character storylines on L&O:SVU, but their appearances in the show are so minuscule and happen so rarely. Olivia seems to have a troubled childhood and is never in a relationship – I’d love to know more about that. Elliot’s personal life is quite troubled, or at least his marriage seems to be, and that was a little more out in front for a bit, but again, could be interesting stuff. Those things never take the front stage, though, which is fine, I suppose, since the show is really about solving crimes. I’m just saying, I like the personal stuff. On that note, I used to know a guy who hated it when people used the word random, thought it was over-used or something like that. Can’t remember who that was, though. Every time I go to get coffee, I walk past the Skyway GNC, where a machine asks me, “Have you checked your weight today?” There’s so many things wrong with this, I barely know where to begin. First of all, if you’re trying to lose weight (I am not, but so many people are), you’re not supposed to check your weight daily. Its just too easy to get discouraged, because you don’t see results every day. Weekly is the advice, I believe. Secondly, this machine offends me, not because I care about my weight, but because so many people have low self-esteem because of theirs, and the last thing they need is to be reminded of it by some stupid machine. Another Fashion Police sighting. I was walking behind a 20-something woman with her boyfriend (or husband or guy friend, who knows). She was wearing a baby blue long-sleeved shirt (OK so far). She was also wearing red pants – think hooker nail-polish red – with a little bit of a camel toe issue. Small problems. White socks. How do I know? She was wearing black dress shoes that didn’t have a back (are those called mules?), and the gap between the shoe and the pants was about 2 inches, in which you could watch her white socked heels. I’m sure she is a lovely person. Just not what I would have chosen to wear. I have ten youth groups left. Ten. Probably that many Sunday services as well. In the last few days, I have had several ideas for things to write, from an outline (or at least a starting point) for a novel to a series of short essays of the Christian venue. I painted yesterday. My arm is sore today. Not only did I paint (and my hand didn’t cramp up, which was wonderful, though it was sore later), I moved the shelves to the newly painted wall and put the books on them etc. My room is really starting to shape up. Its only about 1/3 painted, but the furniture is all in place. Wall hangings are slightly amiss, but why fix them when its just going to have to be done again once those walls get painted? I’ve been very tired lately (well, since Christmas really). I wonder if Wellbutrin isn’t the drug for me. I’ll have my annual doctor’s visit in the next month or so, and we’ll see what happens. I’d like to be a little more on-track before I start grad school. Did I mention that I finally got my application in? Essay written, recommendation letters (one sent, one requested), transcript requested. Very exciting. Mailed on Saturday. Should be received… today or tomorrow. I hope to know… sooner than I probably will. Speaking of acceptances,
This morning the weather was, again, above-par. According to the weatherman, it’s about 10 degrees below normal for this time of year, but I don’t care. The sun was unabashedly shining everywhere I went. And I got on the 9:05 bus, which was pretty amazing, since for the last week or two I’ve been hitting the 9:35 or later. My neighborhood was still and silent at 9 am. Starbucks has a new drink, and I highly recommend it: Caramel Mocha. Yes, it is exactly what it sounds like: a mocha with a shot of caramel, with some whipped topping and caramel drizzled on top. Nothing new or terribly original, but good nonetheless. Far better than Caribou’s Turtle Mocha, which has the downside of “turtle toppings,” which are merely crunched up Snickers, that melt and end up as crunchy peanut pieces at the bottom of your drink, which are just weird. I’m busy today at work, so not much else to write. I’ve been working through the Microsoft Money Deluxe “Lifetime Planner,” and came across this very humorous analysis:
Um…. That would be… pre-birth? Or else I don’t get to retire until at least 100 if not older. Methinks there’s some confusion there. Me also thinks I need to work on financial aid. Oh, the hair coloring turned out fine. No orange, no purple, just plain ordinary red. It was a stinky process, though. My eyes teared up something fierce, and there could be brain damage from the fumes I’ve inhaled. |
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Hoist that Union Jack!
have set a date to enjoy 
has to work until dinner, and there are a few people who haven’t gotten back to 
