Wednesday, April 06, 2005

evening

Inexplicably Exhausted

Yep, that’s what I am.  The ringing of the doorbell all day, then my nephew’s baseball game (hrumph, he should be on my fantasy team - I think he was 4-4 w/ at least two stolen bases), then we watched Lost.  Boy, I sure love Lost.  It certainly keeps us on our toes.  Okay, I’m too tired to write anymore, so I going to go to bed and read my new Laurie Notaro book that came in the mail yesterday.  I guess I’m reading backwards and out of order, but that’s life.  This is the one I’m starting tonight The Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club : True Tales from a Magnificent and Clumsy Life

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

evening

Uh Oh, I Think I’m Addicted To Fantasy Baseball

Yes, you heard it here first.  After three whole days of my first season of fantasy baseball, I’m hooked.  My Killer Tomatoes dropped from second to third while Leigh-Ann and I were out shopping and getting dinner tonight.  I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to leave my team alone again.  They need me to obsessively watch their stats on StatTracker, all day and all night.  I was very disappointed to see Las Vegas’ own (and Killer Tomatoes’ own) Greg Maddux gave up two home runs today and got the loss.  That’s 8 points lost for the home runs and 5 lost for the loss.  Although, that’s not as bad as drafting Canadian stud, Eric Gagne, and having him start the season on the disabled list.  C’mon, I let the computer pick my team, except for Derek Jeter (cute and good) and Eric Gagne.  Derek rewarded me with a game-winning home run today...and by looking cute.  Oh, shut up, like you’ve never read about a lesbian having a boy crush.

I received an interesting email today from Robin at Technicow, a Las Vegas stained glass supply store.  When we went to the Glass show on Friday, we apparently met someone who was definitely not from Technicow, but was at their booth.  We know we weren’t mistaken about the booth because we stopped at very few booths because we were only there on a browsing mission; plus, the guy handed us the Technicow business card.  Anyway, you can read my apology at the top of the original entry here. Anyway, misunderstanding taken care of and we’ll stop by the store.  I was fascinated by all the pretty glass at the show and wanted to buy the pretty pretty colors, even though I currently have absolutely no use for them.  If I wasn’t so afraid of fire (I’m a total sissy), I’d really want one of those cool torchy things, like this. I would’ve given you a link to the company that had like five really cool looking torches, but either they don’t have a website or they don’t have good rankings in Google because I couldn’t find any site that had more than one of the neat looking torches.  I found one site that had four torches on it, then the rest didn’t have any more than one each.  So, torch sellers, if you’re reading, you need a web presence.  Anyway, to make a long story short, the guy didn’t work for Technicow, which might be why he was cranky that we couldn’t see their card right away.  Or maybe he was hungry or something.

I was going to write about our big shopping trip - hair products, shorts, digital scrapbooking (oh yeah!) and Zaba’s Grill, but I’m tired and the stucco painters are supposed to be here early in the morning.  Oh joy.

Monday, April 04, 2005

evening

I Love Fat Actress & I Love Original Gatorade

It was so unexpected, my current love for both Fat Actress and original green Gatorade.  They came almost simultaneously.  The Gatorade from being sick for three weeks, and Fat Actress premiering somewhere around that time.  I seriously love Kirstie Alley in Fat Actress.  I thought I’d hate the show, but the publicity got to me, so I had to watch it.  It’s irreverent.  It’s shocking - tonight, her family was smoking crack.  It’s sweet - Kevyn and Eddie looking out for Kirstie as pals, instead of just employees.  It has fun guest stars that you’d never expect.  Mayim Bialik, having sex with Eddie, while hating Kirstie.  Kirstie’s wacky diet coach being Kelly Preston, in my favorite role of her career.  It’s just, sigh, love.

Lemon-lime Gatorade needs no introduction.  It’s just homestyle goodness.  It’s not harsh like soda, but it has better flavor than water.  Plus, several sizes of cute bottles.

I don’t know if this helps you understand my recent entries, but last night I couldn’t sleep.  I had the Starbucks liqueur in the early evening and it screwed up my system in a harsh harsh way with its caffeiney fiendyness.  I finally fell asleep at maybe 7am and got up at 10 or so.  Tonight, I am SO sleeping.  No cat jumping on my face, no squirming dogs, no girlfriend giggling at the Laurie Notaro book will keep me from my precious shut-eye...or someone.will.die.

evening

Idiocy of Day - Bad, Bad, Evil, Red Pens

First, quotes to get you started: At Daniels Farm Elementary School in Trumbull, Connecticut, Karwoski’s teachers grade papers by giving examples of better answers for those students who make mistakes. But that approach meant the kids often found their work covered in red, the color that teachers long have used to grade work.

Parents objected. Red writing, they said, was “stressful.” The principal said teachers were just giving constructive advice and the color of ink used to convey that message should not matter. But some parents could not let it go.

So the school put red on the blacklist. Blue and other colors are in.

I just cannot believe that parents are worrying that red correction marks on kids’ papers are making them feel so very very badly.  Hello, papers are graded in red.  It stands out.  It corrects the stuff you did wrong, which unless you’re the perfect student, happens.  My parents had their papers corrected in red, maybe not ink, but surely red stone.  heh My three brothers and I, we all managed to grow up just fine handling those terribly stressful years of teachers correcting our papers.  It’s a miracle that we came out of it alive!  Well, as you know, red is “stressful”.

C’mon, let’s just worry about the increasing lack of literacy amongst children.  They’re more worried about giving blowjobs to their 14 year old friends (I kid you not, it was in the paper today) than their schoolwork.  Red ink should be the least of their problems.  Gah, it’s SO STUPID!

Now, now, Flippy, there were clearly some errors in the above entry.  The children are not just worried about blowjobs, they’re saying that they’ll considering having sex within the next six months.  Sex.  At 14.  When I was 14, I wanted to hang out with friends and play softball.  I wanted to order pizza with my family and watch The Six Million Dollar Man.  I wanted to read books.  I wanted to talk on the phone.  No way in my mind did I ever consider 14 appropriate for blowjobs or intercourse...and then, I had crushes on boys.  James Rincon, you broke my junior high heart, not crushing back on me.  Although, no way did I consider you worthy for blowjobs.  We both survived, yet ironically, we both ended up with red ink used on our papers.  Especially in evil Mrs. Pierce’s Spanish class.  I don’t think she liked kids, yet still, her red ink did not harm me for life.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

evening

Behold The Glory That Is…Mr. Smooth

I’m just posting the picture today, so you can gaze lovingly at my man, Mr. Smooth.  It’s funny how you remember things, but I must admit that I remember Mr. Smooth as slightly more manly than he is.