Back in the day, the Red Wings and Avalanche couldn’t get through a game without beating the shit out of each other. The video clips features former goalies for both teams. Yes, it’s the GOALIES fighting. That’s beyond awesome. It’s not as bitter now, but man, those were the days. Those were the days.
I am not sure what time I finally fell asleep last night. I woke up about 8, because I checked the time on my phone, but then I fell back asleep because, next thing I knew, it was nearly 11:30. Oopsie. I missed a call from my friend Debby, inviting me over to watch the Colts game, but I have too much group work to do for school. Blech. I’m going to go over to her place on Wednesday for dinner. If she had some home theater chairs, I’d be more inclined to skip out on classwork.
Yesterday was like a mail-order bonanza for me. My CASE of Swiss Miss Fat Free Marshmallow Lovers Hot Chocolate arrived (when I Twittered about it, Slobokan the smartass suggested I also order a case of insulin to go with it. Heh. I also got my Ped-Egg … which actually seemed to work. Granted, my feet are in not too bad of shape, considering it’s not flip-flop/sandals weather, but it may cut down on my need for pedicures … except, I seem to be incapable of trimming my own toenails. They are either too short or crooked or whatever and it’s a mess.
I just turned on Celebrity Rehab on VH1 and you know what? I have never done illegal drugs in mah life. Partly because my parents put the fear of rehab into me as a teenager, partly because I’m a wuss, partly because I never could afford that shit and partly because I believed the DARE officer who told us, in fifth grade,that if you do crack once, you’ll be instantly addicted. And after seeing these “celebrities,” I’m ok with never having done illegal drugs! I gotta say … since my father was in rehab (not once, not twice, not three times, but four), I’m not sure how much I’m going to be able to watch of this or really how ethical I think it is to film and show this process. I mean, can an active addict really make an informed decision about this sort of thing? How many people even go to rehab willingly? Le sigh.
Edited to add: I made it 26 minutes. Celebrity Rehab is not the show for me, obviously …
Anyone know what song that line is from? One of my late 90s guilty pleasures. I listened to it today. LUFF IT!
I got all teary-eyed watching BB8 tonight. Who couldn’t at least be a little moved watching 44-year-old Evil Dick stand in the rain for nearly 8 hours??? Of course he ultimately lost to the younger, stronger guy — the circle of life, y’all — but that was only one competition.
I was stuck at work until 5:40 tonight, thanks to a conference call that ran oh, 40 minutes late. First of all, who the fuck schedules a conference call at 4:30??? Christ Almighty. It was a frustrating meeting, too, during which, I, my coworker and our boss all had our heads in our hands at one point or another.
I was going to go out with a friend tomorrow night but she bailed on me. I’m getting kind of sick of staying home. I need to get my ass out …
Oh yeah … forgot to add that Limo Guy moved on to e-mail today. Dumbass. Now he’s going to ruin a perfectly good two-evening stand by turning into an annoying fuckstick …
I am totally into Big Brother 8. Each time it’s on, there’s a big ol’ Twitter party, yapping about the contestants. I’m kinda disappointed tonight though — it’s 9:25 and there’s been no mention of gonorrhea!
I went back to the gym yesterday. I did the treadmill Monday, then today I did strength training then lasted about 10 minutes on the elliptical before I said, fuck it. I’m already sore and it’s gonna be worse in the morning. I’m tired but it’s a good tired. Maybe I’ll actually sleep tonight!
I’m still just feeling worn down emotionally. I am really really really looking forward to my scandalous weekend with Laci and Lucy on the 21st. I think a drunken girl’s night is a far better distraction for me than some guy. Well, a healthier distraction anyway. Well, that might not even be true, due to the amount of booze I plan to ingest. But y’all know what I mean.
After ignoring Live Earth for most of the day, I am so all over it, it’s not even funny. My observations:
I think I fell more in love with Dave Grohl when I saw him with long hair.
The Smashing Pumpkins made me feel young. Ah memories of drinking wine coolers in college and listening to “Today.”
Genesis makes me feel even younger, as I listened incessantly to “Invisible Touch” on my walkman. True story: My mother insisted that they were saying “dizzy bone touch yeah” instead of invisible touch. And does Phil Collins look kind of oddly like Peter Gabriel? What the fuck is that about? I love me some Peter. Phil needs his own aging musician look.
Even though I am a hard-core democrat, I think 8 years of listening to Al Gore would have driven me fucking crazy. Just saying.
I can’t remember if I heard “Times Like These” or I just thought of that song, but I was inspired to start a new site. Kinda like Ruined Music, but with happy song memories. I probably won’t have a lot to post so if you want to write about a song that makes you happy, leave me a comment or shoot me an e-mail. Times Like These
It was a looong drive back to Indiana today. I got home a little after 3, then proceeded to take a 90-minute nap. I had to go to the Weight Watchers by the mall to weigh in and it took nearly an hour round-trip, just in traffic, to go about 20 miles total. Yay. And then I gained 0.2 lbs. I suppose that’s not too awful, considering the beer, the cheesy bread, the mozzarella sticks, the french fries …
I am so not into going to work tomorrow but at least it will be a three-day week for me. I have 2 1/2 days of “team” meetings next week. I can’t wait for the forced interaction with Ms. Forced Prayer. Actually, it’s going to be horrible. I’d rather just avoid her for the rest of my career.
Sunday night, I stayed up until 2 a.m. watching this crazy show, Man vs. Wild. This guy is dropped off in the middle of nowhere and has to find civilization with no supplies. In one episode, he was in Kenya. It was fucking crazy. He had no water so he extracted and drank the liquid from ELEPHANT SHIT. It was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. Blech.
I just spent two hours watching Miss Universe with my mummy. We both liked Miss Tanzania, because she was bald and we wanted to see how the crown would be attached to her head, but alas, she didn’t make it to the top 5. Miss Japan, our second favorite, won. Oops, was that a spoiler? LOL Miss USA fell during the evening-gown competition. Hee hee.
The speed-dating guy (PhD student) wants to get together this week. I really don’t remember much except that he wasn’t physically repulsive and he watches hockey. I will give the Asshat a buzz either tomorrow or Wednesday night. He seemed to want to go out again. This is his chance to impress me. My friend Jen called me out last night on my ambivalence re: Asshat. I prefer to call it being cautious. Next date definitely will not involve sitting on my couch. At least that won’t be the main focus of the date. His couch either.
I’m driving back home tomorrow. I miss my bed. This futon is not very comfy and my room is really hot tonight. The workmen may or may not be here in the morning. Greaat. I don’t think I mentioned that the bath my brother and I share is completely unusable. There is a window, an uninstalled bathtub, a light switch and insulation, and that’s it. I have to wash my face and brush my teeth in the downstairs half-bath. I also have to go down there to pee if my mom already is in bed. It’s fabulous.
Hope y’all had a good Memorial Day, especially the veterans. Or heroes and sheroes as the local news guy called them. Asshole.
I got my ass up and went to Wal-Mart this morning to get some groceries as well as household things. I needed cat food and litter, and while I was down that aisle I decided to get the boys some catnip. When I got home, I spread the catnip on the different levels of their scratching post as well as put some on the floor. Instead of mellowing them out, they started to fight — it was kind of awesome, as they were on different levels of the 6′-tall post, boxing. Now Mr. Man is rolling around on the floor, playing with a toy. Stoned cats are fun.
I am fascinated by the show Ninja Warrior. Have you seen it? It’s on G4, some station that seems to show stupid shit that doesn’t interest me. But I saw this show while I was at my parents and it is some crazy shit. It’s this Japanese show, where contestants try to make it through four insane obstacle courses. When they fail, they end up in a pit of muddy water. It was on last night when I went to bed and it was on this morning when I turned on the TV!
I’m looking forward to dinner with the Asshat later this week. What terrifies me is my speed-dating thingie on Wednesday. What the fuck was I thinking? I’m sure it won’t be too bad. Heh. I’m doing it partly to challenge myself and partly because, well, why not? Well, I can think of a lot of reasons why not but that’s neither here nor there.