… with apologies to my MIA co-blogger AtomicTom here’s what’s rumbling around in my head:
Toothaches suck – in case you all didn’t know that for sure, I am here to tell you they do. OWWWW – I’m too old for this “wisdom teeth” ordeal (okay, it’s just one and I don’t know what’s causing it to act up all of a sudden but it hurts. And yes, I see the dentist dude on Thursday to have it out. Might be sooner at the rate I’m (not) tolerating the pain.)
I watched two hella bad movies this weekend – well, some of each because they were so wretched that I had to stop them in the middle. The first was “Old School” which I’ve heard from several places was pretty funny. Uh, no. Pathetic – yes. Funny – no. The second was “Punch Drunk Love” which was just plain strange. I dunno. If I spend the first 40 minutes of a film trying to figure out WTF is going on and attempting to make sense of it in the scheme of things, it’s probably not going to be a movie I enjoy watching the rest of the way. So, I turned it off. What’s the point? I had heard good things about this movie as well but apparently those giving the reviews were punch drunk themselves (on love or other stuff). I wanted to rent “Comedian” (the Jerry Seinfeld documentary of sorts) but that was out. Figures.
I’ve had some good success on my Atkins eating plan and have every intention of continuing but OH. MY. GOD. I want some carbs and I want them NOW!! I haven’t taken any L-Glutamine today which may account for it and maybe it’s that I want a hefty dose of my comfort foods (Rold Gold hard pretzels?) but man … I am jonesing for some carbs and to just run amok in them. I won’t because that’s not going to help me back into those jeans I want back into so badly but I admit that I really, really want to snarf something.
Has anyone besides Twinnie’s mom Sybil watched that cool show called “Sunday Night Sex Show”? It’s hosted by an older woman named Sue Johanson and it’s quite informative. What I particularly like about her is the matter-of-fact way she answers the questions she gets. Nothing (and I mean NOTHING) throws this woman. I also like the way she handles the callers. Most respectful to them all, no matter what they ask. I’ve not watched alot of the shows but from what I have seen, she does an excellent job of reassuring callers that they are not “weird” and helps them to not feel ashamed of what they are asking about. To my mind, it is her attitude about sex in general that makes this a very watchable show – very open and, like I said, matter-of-fact. I highly recommend it to everyone, young, old and in-between. (It’s on the Oxygen cable network)
Friday, my dawg Dave announced his departure come August 15th. He’s going back to Mason for law school (You go, girl!) starting in the fall. While I am very happy for him (he’s been searching for something that would engage his mind for a while now and we all know our place ‘o employment is NOT it), I will miss him alot. He’s the one that coined the term “Hooty McBoob” about Little Miss Capitol Hill, and the one I played “Kill, Marry or F” with when we were bored. He’s also been my confidant about many things there and despite his somewhat gloomy outlook on all things work-related, he’s always been around to listen and share his stuff with me. Like Dorothy said to the Scarecrow (thank you, Twinnie) “I think I will miss you most of all” – that goes double for me, Davey.
Have I mentioned the toothache thing? Okay, I thought so.
Britney Spears announced she’s not a virgin. CAN. YOU. IMAGINE. THAT? Who knew? Why, she totally had me fooled!! People, People, People. Are we all morons? Are there actually those who bought her BS line about that? Surely not. The older I get, the more jaded I get about the whole media circus thing. It’s all crap. Nothing is as it seems. We are all sold something (for example, that J-Ho has, oh I don’ know, actual talent in some area) because it sells product. Money is what it’s all about. Yes, I know. This is no new revelation to anyone out there. Somedays, though, it really just boggles my mind how prevalent this sort of thing is. Singers/actors/whatevers are packaged and sold to us and we are supposed to accept it without question. I find that appalling. I wonder how anyone with a modicum of fame manages to avoid it or avoid buying into their own press. It’s got to play havoc with your mind and self esteem. (/rant as I am going off on a tangent of which I am not even sure about)
Still no word on the coming IM debacle at work. I am just skating along as if it weren’t going away in the hopes that I can fool the gods (of biscuits and hairdos) into forgetting the issue ever existed.
I think that’s it for now. Maybe not. Who knows?
Special kisses out to the Goddaughter ‘O Love at U of R. I miss you poohead. And I’m sending a goofy little care package of gay stuff to you soon. Hope the visit with the ‘rents went well.