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1. Guessing game in our office: Be creative in guessing what they're doing in the alley behind the building, based purely on the sounds. My guess - auto body work on a train. Seriously, the beating and banging is defeaning!
2. Asking a NASCAR driver who's sexiest is possibly the stupidest question I've heard in a while. Of course he's going to say himself. Do you really think he's going to say "Well, Bobby Labonte is sexy in a manly way"? I love Junior, don't get me wrong, but he's a straight man. Most straight men are going to say themselves.
3. Will the media please do their research and figure out the spelling of Elliott Yamin's first name? Jeez. I read several articles the other day that left him with one "t". I thought I had been writing it wrong all along and found out last night that I was right initially. It's an easy name! Why did the media choose one day to go weird on me?
4. Long-winded, confused men need to GET OFF MY PHONE and leave me alone! Especially when apparently my southern accent confused his Midwestern ears and he couldn't understand the name "Pete".
5. My fingers are peeling. Yes, it's scintillating.
6. Bailey's Anatomy is quite possibly teh funniest thing EVER. But I am too lazy to find a link. It was on my f-list this morning many times.
7. I want to be at home, possibly packing. Work is going to be boring and stale and not fun. And yet, I can't call in tomorrow because I have work to do then thanks to reorganizing a file cabinet. (I could do it today, but it's messy and dusty and ew. Essentially, a good Friday job.)
8. I never thought I'd say this, but small children just need to leave me alone. I can't walk my dog anymore without small children in the complex coming up and asking questions and wanting to pet him. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Chester wants to move and is bored by children. Plus, some want to give him kisses. He nipped at one because the boy grabbed his head. I nearly freaked. I didn't react quickly enough to stop the grabbing or the nipping. Old dog, kids! Old dog! Don't corner him, he gets cranky!
9. OMG. A bunch of kids were walking down the street when I stopped to pick up my sister the other day. Two of the little hooligans FLIPPED ME OFF. About 12 years old or so. If my sister hadn't walked out when she did I would have been out of that car and calling some mamas. (I was stopped at the side of the street, so I couldn't exactly stay there and block traffic.) They then cussed at a guy walking past them. I swear, I see the little brats on this street any time this summer and they do that again? Hell no. Their asses will be grass. And I'll just settle for flagging down the nearest cop to lecture them.
2. Asking a NASCAR driver who's sexiest is possibly the stupidest question I've heard in a while. Of course he's going to say himself. Do you really think he's going to say "Well, Bobby Labonte is sexy in a manly way"? I love Junior, don't get me wrong, but he's a straight man. Most straight men are going to say themselves.
3. Will the media please do their research and figure out the spelling of Elliott Yamin's first name? Jeez. I read several articles the other day that left him with one "t". I thought I had been writing it wrong all along and found out last night that I was right initially. It's an easy name! Why did the media choose one day to go weird on me?
4. Long-winded, confused men need to GET OFF MY PHONE and leave me alone! Especially when apparently my southern accent confused his Midwestern ears and he couldn't understand the name "Pete".
5. My fingers are peeling. Yes, it's scintillating.
6. Bailey's Anatomy is quite possibly teh funniest thing EVER. But I am too lazy to find a link. It was on my f-list this morning many times.
7. I want to be at home, possibly packing. Work is going to be boring and stale and not fun. And yet, I can't call in tomorrow because I have work to do then thanks to reorganizing a file cabinet. (I could do it today, but it's messy and dusty and ew. Essentially, a good Friday job.)
8. I never thought I'd say this, but small children just need to leave me alone. I can't walk my dog anymore without small children in the complex coming up and asking questions and wanting to pet him. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for the fact that Chester wants to move and is bored by children. Plus, some want to give him kisses. He nipped at one because the boy grabbed his head. I nearly freaked. I didn't react quickly enough to stop the grabbing or the nipping. Old dog, kids! Old dog! Don't corner him, he gets cranky!
9. OMG. A bunch of kids were walking down the street when I stopped to pick up my sister the other day. Two of the little hooligans FLIPPED ME OFF. About 12 years old or so. If my sister hadn't walked out when she did I would have been out of that car and calling some mamas. (I was stopped at the side of the street, so I couldn't exactly stay there and block traffic.) They then cussed at a guy walking past them. I swear, I see the little brats on this street any time this summer and they do that again? Hell no. Their asses will be grass. And I'll just settle for flagging down the nearest cop to lecture them.
