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Whole Lot of Nothin'
Whole Lot of Nothin'
And that's basically what's been going on.
Brutal week at work, so what else is new?
Just left me feeling more worn out than
Spent the last two days basically doing
zip. Attended a Labor Day cookout at
a buddy's place. Nothing like enjoying
your food in the great Florida outdoors.
(That's plenty of heat, bugs, and impending
thuderstorms, for you non Floridians)
Got hit on again by a friend of my buddy's
wife. We didn't hit it off the first time,
I guess she thought her new plastic surgery
was going to make all the difference in the
world. It didn't. When my friend's wife asked me how it was going in a private moment, I had
to tell her we were having as much fun as a
cobra and mongoose do when they get together.
Had another buddy call me to tell me how
his reunion with a woman he dated in high
school turned out. He flew up to Washington
DC to meet her, hadn't seen her in over 25
years. $500 plane ticket, $100 meals, $200
bar tabs, 3 days with a drunken, alcoholic
man hater - priceless. I was so bummed out
by the time he finished, I almost wanted to
shoot myself. (Yeah, go ahead Bob, go, you'll
have fun, you'll see the city, how bad can it
be?) Reminder to self, stop giving out stupid
Almost done with another Michael Connelly
novel, "A Darkness More than Night". He's
my favorite author of the moment, at least
in the easy reading category.
Going to the Devil Rays, Twins game tomorrow
night. Season is almost over, so it's time to
get in a baseball game! I used to love baseball
with a passion, but I lost that love. Hardly
ever watch a game on TV anymore, seldom go to
see games. But I always enjoy it when I do go.
Maybe someday, when I have a little more time
on my hands, I can get back into it.
One thing about going to a baseball game with
a date(which I'm not doing this time, in case
you were wondering)is that I've noticed that
the woman will very seldom talk about the ex-
husband at the game. It's not a conducive
place to get into that kind of stuff. I think
I need to rekindle my passion for the game.
I want to strangle my cat! The terror is
protesting her food, yet again. Apparently
the stupid human(that would be me) has selected
the wrong can of Fancy Feast for her late evening
repast. In order to point out the error of
my ways, she's bouncing off my lap like a pinball
every 30 seconds, tearing around the house while
howling, and terrorizing the other cat. She
acts like I just shot her up with the jumbo size
dose of speed, reserved for elephants.
Pets are grand!
Hope you all had a high quality holiday!
9/5/2006 7:29 pm
I hear ya on the work week. |
Gulf coast here is similar with the heat, bugs and rain.
What's wrong with her? She too chatty? Too fake? Hmm?
Inquiring minds want to know!
I feel sorry for you friend. That must have really sucked!
I've never read Michael Connelly. What kind of genre is he?
I like going to baseball games. Don't care to watch them on tv so much. Luckily, I don't have an ex-husband to bitch about either.
My cats are the same. They always like the Flaked Tuna Feast and then suddenly... "Nope. I refuse to eat that nasty stuff." One of them (Izzy) will even try to cover it up even though theres nothing there to cover it up with.
They are so finicky.
9/6/2006 5:17 am
What's wrong with her? As far as I'm|
concerned, in no particular order:
1 Flat, monotone voice that hardly changes
2 Hardly smiles
3 No sense of humor
4 Wierd (the first time I met her, one of the
topics of conversation was why she preferred
hiring Vietnamese vs Americans in her business.
Vietnamese, apparently, don't like to talk
to the IRS) Maybe it's just me and my hang-up
about cozying up to someone who just gave me
the impression that they're shady and possibly
doing something illegal.
I know, I'm just such a picky bastard.
Michael Connelly is a "Who done it" mystery writer.
Best known for his Detective Harry Bosch series of novels.
If you ever saw the movie "Blood Work" starring Clint Eastwood
as a cop who got a new heart, you watched a film based on
a Michael Connelly novel of the same name.