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It's quiet in the office, which means I'm slacking off. *g* We currently have a pool going as to when the potential new clients are going to call to let us know whether we got the job. (I called 4:55, because it's obvious to me that if it's bad news, they'll wait till the last minute, and if it's good news...they'll wait till the last minute so they don't have to actually discuss work until Monday.)
So instead of having insightful discussions in LJ or on message boards, I ended up finding the various movie trailers that came out yesterday or this week.
So far I'm seriously excited about The Passion of the Christ. And the trailer for Van Helsing is mildly cheesey, but it has Hugh with romance novel hair, a cute accent, manly-man toys, and bare chest. Hugh chest is all I require to be happy.
( North Carolina jokes and commentary contained herein )
So instead of having insightful discussions in LJ or on message boards, I ended up finding the various movie trailers that came out yesterday or this week.
So far I'm seriously excited about The Passion of the Christ. And the trailer for Van Helsing is mildly cheesey, but it has Hugh with romance novel hair, a cute accent, manly-man toys, and bare chest. Hugh chest is all I require to be happy.
( North Carolina jokes and commentary contained herein )
Just so everyone knows, my weekend is getting ready to be ulcer-inducing. Hell even. Or Heaven, but that all depends on the Panthers and my aunt.
Tonight the gym for a vigorous session (to make up for the fact I didn't get to go last night). JoA also.
Work tomorrow. Then my aunt's 50th blowout. Big shindig. Kitty litter cake (I'm not sure, it's sort of a dump cake). It'll be fantastic, or a complete bore.
Sunday, besides school work in the afternoon, gym with sister at some point, babies in the nursery at church...and Sunday night, the NFC championship. Panthers (whoo!) vs. Eagles (boo!).
Folks, I'm so rooting for my Panthers. They're my babies, my boys. Delhomme is so cute and wholesome, and he's really stepped up to the plate. Muhammed is lightening. Davis is just the absolute shit. Foster is the best second-string to Davis anyone could ask for. Smith is a great playmaker. Considering how shitty they were two years ago (1 win, 15 losses, ouch), I want my boys to kick serious ass.
Plus it would make Super Bowl Sunday that much sweeter for me. Although let me tell you, if by any chance the Eagles win, I'm totally rooting for the other team.
Tonight the gym for a vigorous session (to make up for the fact I didn't get to go last night). JoA also.
Work tomorrow. Then my aunt's 50th blowout. Big shindig. Kitty litter cake (I'm not sure, it's sort of a dump cake). It'll be fantastic, or a complete bore.
Sunday, besides school work in the afternoon, gym with sister at some point, babies in the nursery at church...and Sunday night, the NFC championship. Panthers (whoo!) vs. Eagles (boo!).
Folks, I'm so rooting for my Panthers. They're my babies, my boys. Delhomme is so cute and wholesome, and he's really stepped up to the plate. Muhammed is lightening. Davis is just the absolute shit. Foster is the best second-string to Davis anyone could ask for. Smith is a great playmaker. Considering how shitty they were two years ago (1 win, 15 losses, ouch), I want my boys to kick serious ass.
Plus it would make Super Bowl Sunday that much sweeter for me. Although let me tell you, if by any chance the Eagles win, I'm totally rooting for the other team.
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