Friday, February 29, 2008

 

Hungry hungry hippo

Hippo-crit, that is.....For someone who compared sports analysts to whores, funny that Bobby Knight would quit on his team before the season ends to go be one. At least ESPN has the cash to provide him with clean sheets and condoms after each trick.


http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/writers/richard_deitsch/02/28/knight.espn/index.html

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

 

faux post

I *had* something that I've been mulling over in my mind to post about and I just realized that I already have. Long lost friends and all. Foo. Now I'm just babbling with no purpose. Oh well, at least that's not unusual for me.....

Saturday, February 23, 2008

 

Creativity

I found two college friends on MySpace this week. One is a guy I've actually known since high school and he is sooooo creative and talented. There wasn't much doubt that he'd do amazing, if way offbeat, things. I've always admired his determination to be himself and not be bound by convention. He's daring in a way I could never be, but if I tried to dress/act like him, it would be completely inauthentic. He has a wikipedia entry, he's on IMDB, he has a couple of books on Amazon. He's really an amazing talent. Every time I read something fabulous that he's done, I just feel so proud. An odd feeling, because obviously, I've had no part in his success. I'm simply an admirer "who knew him when" and not terribly well even "back when". Still, I'm happy to be one of 19,000+ (yes, not a typo) of his MySpace friends. I suppose putting his real name in, something I don't typically do, will at least get me a few hits. So here goes: Clint Catalyst, I love and adore you. You are so fierce, so creative and so talented. I'll go back to my boring middle-class, white bread existence now.....

But Clint wasn't my only find. I also found a friend from Frosh year in college who now lives in NYC. She's also a published author (what the hell have I been doing, crikey?) and a belly dancer. She and I had loads of fun on a road trip to Memphis one weekend. She had a beautiful white '65 Mustang that was waaaay hot. And with no air conditioning in May, it was way.hot. Still, we hung out with friends, went to cool clubs and more fun with each other than we would have had with the boys we'd each recently ditched.

I'm not normally a big searcher on MySpace and was reluctant to join it at all, but this week made it VERY worthwhile.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

 

Politics....bleah

Read just now that Mitt Romney spent $98,000,000 on his campaign. Ninety-eight million. You can buy a mid-sized company for less. You can probably buy a major-league team of some sort. And this is by a guy who dropped out. One man in one party. Almost half that amount, $42,000,000 was his own money.

Next time you wonder what's wrong with politics in America, look at how much candidates spend to get elected and think of other things that could be done with that money.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

 

Brace face

I never was one in high school. My teeth, while far from perfect, were never structurally off enough to require braces. TMJD*, however, in adulthood, has changed that. I've been treating my TMJD for a few years and in the past 6 months have seen a DDS specializing in it. I'm almost done with the frst course of treatment and found out yesterday, that orthodontics are my next course. He threw it out casually, almost as if it were a foregone conclusion that I'm dying to spend a significant amount MORE than I already have and I'm not absolutely tired of plastic and metal in my mouth. Sigh.

If I don't get braces, I will likely stay stuck where I am with my treatment and will always have a device. If I quit wearing a device altogether, I can look forward to pain, headaches and broken teeth. If I get braces, I have to somehow "find" a large wad of cash and have a year and a half of metal to look forward to with still-undiscussed results in the end. I'll be calling Dr. J to discuss, certainly.







*Many people refer to stress-induced jaw problems as "TMJ". Truth is, TMJ stands for Temporomandibular Joint and everyone has one. If you have problems, you have a TMJ Disorder.

Monday, February 11, 2008

 

Ill

That's "ill", not the roman numeral for 3. I'm not good when I'm ill. No one, I suppose is. But I'm definitely not a woman who can gracefully swoon or look languid when ill or derive much sympathy from my illness. Nope, if I'm ill, I'm cranky, leave me alone, hurry up with that stuff I asked for 30 seconds ago. Such is my lot today.
Being sick brings out a weird optimism in me that is born squarely in denial. On my 3rd trip to the bathroom since 1 am, somewhere around 3, I thought "this has to stop soon....I have meetings tomorrow in another town, things to do, dinner with friends and if I can't get much sleep, I won't make it through the day." Nevermind that trip #2 resulted in me having to take a shower to clean up. Nevermind that it's impolite to projectile hurl during a presentation and I hadn't been able to control that well so far. Nope, I was going to work. Until about 6am when the alarm went off and the thought of moving under my own power seemed impossible.

It's 7 hours and 2 Sprites later and it still doesn't seem like an easy task.

Monday, February 04, 2008

 

Short cut

I happen to be sporting one now, thanks to the talent of Blue. I figured my wavy hair would actually curl once some of the weight came off, but no such luck. It's still wavy enough to not be straight, but not enough to be curly. I suppose I should just be patient. Twenty years ago, if I wanted any amount of body, wave or curl, I had to buy it. Nothing fun about perms, I can tell you that.

Am I ever happy with my hair? Sometimes, not terribly often. When I put a lot of work into making it do things it doesn't do naturally, I can get aesthetically pleasing results. But that's not the nicest way to treat my hair. For the past 2 years, I've tried to wear my hair the way that does the least amount of damage. I suppose I'll keep trying....

Sunday, February 03, 2008

 

The football gods have spoken

"Cheaters never win and winners never cheat". Or at least, there is a limit to how long the football gods will allow cheaters to win. I'm by no means a Giants fan, but with new allegations about more cheating by The Evil Hoodie, there was no way they could continue on.

Brady sacked 5 times. Moss held to 62 yards. Welker only 103 yards. Yessssss

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Friday, February 01, 2008

 

Cookie, cookie, cookie

Starts with "c". A famous line from one of my favorite characters. And "busy busy busy" starts with "b". "EY EY EY" starts with "E". There's a point here....

I now have 4 events in the next week that I need to make my glorious chocolate chip cookies for. Fortunately, I made 2 batches of dough last weekend and froze it. I'm thinking that will get me through a Super Bowl party on Sunday and enough to mail to a friend for his birthday. I'll make at least 2 more batches for a fundraiser on Thursday and a friend's going away party on Friday. WHEW. I'm going to be a baking fool.

Thankfully, it's going to be cold outside, so having the oven on non-stop won't be too bad. I might even put hot cookie sheets outside to cool them off if needed.

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