If you are wondering where I am, well, I am still here…I’m just “technology free” this week. My computer bit the dust over the weekend and is hopefully being fixed as we speak. Why can’t they make the damn things more reliable? And why does it feel like I have lost a limb when my computer is gone?
So, I am just reading books, watching lots of bad TV, and doing some spring cleaning (my fridge looks fab). Hopefully I will be back to my unproductive, online self very soon.
This video is hysterical… I love Richard’s “David” shirt.
Toxic green onions, lettuce, spinach, peanut butter….and now dog and cat food. I’m no conspiracy theorist, but I am starting to wonder what’s going on. Seriously, WTF is going on? Is anyone else thinking that nothing is safe anymore? I guess the upside is that I haven’t thought about terrorists in a long time.
Anyway, this whole pet food fiasco is really alarming to me. My most beloved pet Eddie has been going through kidney failure for the last 3 weeks. His food wasn’t listed on the recall list, but it sure is a weird coincidence. And it’s probably lucky for those people, because after $1,200 and forcing his to bear daily IV fluids, pills, etc., I would be suing the f*ck out of them. And the really irritating part is that a similar thing happened in May of last year. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/10771943/ I can’t believe more care isn’t taken in the preparation of food for people and animals.
Ok, on a lighter note. WTF is up with Phil Spector and his hair? He’s pleading “not guilty” right? Because this hairdo screams “I am crazy guilty!”
Thoughts?
Today is my husband’s favorite holiday, which means I will be chauffeuring him to a St. Patrick’s Day party so he can get trashed. He used to start at 7:00 a.m., but as we have gotten older, the people willing to get up that early to start drinking has diminished significantly. So, wish Dan good luck in his yearly goal of drinking everyone else under the table. And send good thoughts out to me…sometimes I find myself wanting to strangle all the drunks when I am the designated driver…including my own husband.
Have a great St. Patty’s Day! Drink some green beer and watch the NCAA tournament. (Thank you, St. Patrick for letting Ohio State pull it out of their asses…otherwise my grid would have been totally fried!)
Here’s a kiss for all you Irish out there.
First, WTF Chiquita? You didn’t tell me that my banana money was going to terrorists. I guess we are going to go apples and oranges around here for awhile.
Second, WTF WTF WTF U.S. Postal Service. Notice the postmark on this piece of mail, which I received TODAY. Feel free to take 2 months to deliver the numerous unwanted catalogs I receive every week, but please get the checks here at little sooner, A-holes. What is even more ridiculous is that this envelope was mailed from 20 miles away. And you guys want another rate hike? SHAH!
Next, there are the idiots who mailed body parts all over the U.S. How would you like to open a box that contains a head in bubble wrap? WTF? How do you manage to screw up that big?
Then there is Virgie Arthur. The mom…so loving, so concerned…so desperate to have her daughter buried near her. So what does she do at Anna Nicole’s funeral? Walks on her grave. I am no expert, but I am pretty sure that is wicked disrespectful. WTF Virgie? That behavior makes you seem just a little insincere.
Finally, Al Gore. I’m so confused, Al. The NY Times claims that you have greatly exaggerated your claims in An Inconvenient Truth. First I find out you didn’t invent the Internet, and now this? WTF Al?
Thought all you non-Texans might like a little taste of what I like to call the “ROW-DEH–OOOOO.” (Or Rodeo, to those Texans who take it seriously) In case you didn’t know, Houston has the largest Row-deh–oooo in the world…and it lasts almost a month, which makes getting around on my side of town quite hellish. Enjoy.
These 6′ tall boots are all around the rodeo complex, painted in different themes.
This is my daughter in a petting zoo, checking out a very large, and totally indifferent, pig.
The pig races. Need I say more?
Now this is a made-up holiday that I can support.
I say we all sleep as much as possible this week. Screw work, cleaning the house or doing anything productive. It’s sleep week, people! Woohoo!
Please go take a look at my profile and tell me how my age became TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY?!!!! That is not even funny, Blogger.
I intend to change it, but I just wanted to give you all a chance to see it and be outraged first.