tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A whore for the good word I seem to be less snotty today. If you care, that is. I�m also relatively �quil free. I still didn�t go to Boot Camp Fitness this morning though � no reason to press my luck. Other than the Nordstrom Spring Make-up Bonanza tomorrow morning this will hopefully be a very quiet, low energy weekend. Maybe a trip to Costco for some garbage bags and toilet paper, maybe a stop at Target. What I�d really like to do is go see a movie. Specifically I�d like to see if Sideways is still around anywhere or maybe I can get Steve to overcome his distaste for �the little jerk� (Leonardo DiCaprio) and we can go see The Aviator. Hey, I�m well known for my movie oddities (I have never seen Moonstruck because I can�t stand Cher), and I�m not overly fond of Leo myself, but this movie promises some old skool Hollywood glamour to feast upon. Plus, one person in a marriage with unsubstantiated quirks is plenty if you ask me. Of course those who hated Titanic may feel that Steve�s quirk is not so unsubstantiated. Another argument for another day. I�m wearing my birthday present today � a sumptuous double strand of creamy pearls. My parents gave me the gift that keeps giving so I bought myself a necklace I had seen on my trip to El Paso. Every girl should have pearls � so classic, so refined, so versatile. I had a really mediocre strand of baroque freshwater pearls but it�s just not the same. Not to mention that these have a very nice deco clasp with sparkly diamond chips. And, because they were shipped across state lines, no tax. Whee!! I foresee wearing a lot of v-neck sweaters and open necked shirts for the next few weeks. So, the ex-college DJ in me is patting myself on the back. I made a swag CD for the Weetacon and was complemented on it by Ms. Bix herself. I�m such a whore for complements on my mixes. I made a Spin Mix for Bob, the spin instructor, and practically peed myself when he came over to me during class and gushed about how good is was. My friend Alli is a direct result of one of my mix tapes. Yes, tapes. Hey � back then there were no recordable CDs. I know I�m dating myself a bit but that�s OK. I had just joined a Random question: Where does all the snot come from, and why does the snot-faucet only get turned on full blast when you have a cold? When you are well, where does all the snot go? I must have blown a gallon of snot out of my nose in the past week. There�s a pretty image � a big milk jug full of��well you get the picture. I�ll leave you with the very true quote from Mark Twain that is on my cat-quote-a-day calendar (GIFT � it was a GIFT. I�m only half way to crazy-cat lady � not all the way there yet): �The man who sets out to carry a cat by its tail learns something that will always be useful and which never will grow dim or doubtful.� 1:51 p.m. - 2005-03-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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