I just had the craziest revelation. I mean, this was epic.

Inigo Montoya is Mandy Patinkin.

Seriously, people. This is absolutely earth shattering.

Ok. Fine. It's not. Little things excite me, that's all.

I feel a little bit like an Alan Jackson song. Only instead of getting dressed up to go to Shoneys on a Wednesday night, it was to pick up a pizza. On a Friday night. Which I think is actually a little more sad. I guess it could be worse; we could have had it delivered. Well, at least I feel pretty. And my boss observed that I had lost weight. ( Read more... )

So the husband spent the day on the couch with pain meds and no further incident, making today an infinitely better day than yesterday. We also got our cruise documents today via e-mail. It's amazing how an e-document that really only tells you things you already know about a trip you've been planning for months can make you so stupidly giddy you ( Read more... )

This is the kind of cold when your snot freezes. I actually blanketed the pony tonight ( Read more... )

This is definitely the longest I have ever gone without posting. No particular reason really, I feel boring and uninteresting and haven't really felt the need to make that generally known ( Read more... )

Hm. I think I'm kind of glad I haven't perused LJ in a few days, because it means I had lots of time to think happy Supernatural thoughts before reading how much everybody else apparently hates the show now. Either I'm just not picky, or I have a rather radical difference of opinion, since I loved "Ghotsfacers," didn't despise Bella (dislike, yes, ( Read more... )

While walking our dog tonight (we took a short break from the Supernatural marathon), we came across a bunch of 6 year olds toddling around in football helmets and shoulder pads, presumably fumbling about after a football in a giant collective blob. Just as I was smiling and preparing to comment on how cute their futile attempts to throw a pass, ( Read more... )

I need a medal. Or a cookie. I think the cookie will be easier to come by, so forget the medal. This weekend we have: cleaned out the garage, cleaned out the laundry room (which is a basically unfinished room in the garage that thanks to the fact that the dryer vents into the damn room is always covered in lint and cobwebs to the point that if you ( Read more... )

On the way to work this morning I managed to spill part of my protein smoothie on the foil holding my leftover pizza. When I pulled it out of the oven for lunch today the foil smelled like Pop-Tart.

So now I really want to eat a Pop Tart.

We have basically put our lives on hold the past couple of weeks to watch Bones, and have designated it out ( Read more... )

GTA 4 hit shelves yesterday, so naturally that is now the only thing that will grace our TV for the next month except for Supernatural, House and the Kentucky Derby. Because if husband thinks he can banish me to a tiny, non-hi-def TV on Derby Day he will find himself sleeping under the deck ( Read more... )