Snow Day

I like how the Roommate gives me shit for drinking at 10:00 am when we have a snow day from work.  Silly girl, what did you think would happen?

Weapon of Choice

I added this to my arsenal of snow removal weapons today.  Ran me $40 but it's all wood handle, steel blade.  Bring it.

V-Day Presents

Sometimes I wonder what my co-workers think of me.  Other days I KNOW what they think of me.

Dear Pick N Save Customer Service

Could you please tell you cashiers to not make a big deal when I buy ten 30-packs of beer?  I get 15 miles per gallon, so I like to make one trip every two weeks or so.  I know, it might seem like a lot, but they don't have to make comments like "Are you having a party?" or "Damn you drink a lot."  Just let me check out, pay for my beer and be on with my life.  I don't ask for much.

Spring/Summer

I don't know about all of you, but I can't wait for some warm weather to come around.  The funny thing is, I've got a list of things I'd like to do around the house maintenance wise that I can't do in 30 degree weather.

- Plant grass seed in the back yard.

- Find a way to stop water from seeping into my garage.

- Scrape and paint half the exterior of the house.

- Sand and stain the deck.

All things that, even with my limited handy man skills, I think I can do with a little time and effort.

And a couple beers under my belt.

I'm going to have to trust the weather man and take a week off from work the first week he predicts some nice weather.  Actually looking forward to some household chores.

And some day drinking.

Big Money Sports Picks

I decided to clean up/unsubscribe from some junk emails today.  I came across one from Big Money Sports Picks that made me hessitate.  As you can see, they had attached a peek-a-boo picture of a couple Laker cheerleaders (the one in the middle?).  Even though they gave a good effort, I still unsubscribed from their mailing list.

Golf Central

"Golf Central Pregame."  Do they tailgate and drink beer for golf?

Vermont Teddy Bears

You too could have your own Ted, for the bargin price of $89.  Not sure if he'll smoke weed with you, but I'm sure he'd cuddle with you.

Tom, Myspace

I made a reference to Tom, founder of Myspace, to my 25-year-old co-worker.  She had no clue what I was talking about.

I remember Tom.  He was my first friend on Myspace.  I created my account and minutes later there was Tom, sitting behind his desk, smiling, welcoming me to the site.  I thought, "Wow, that was fast!", and sent him a message back.  I waited, and waited.  Tom never got back to me.  I waited two more weeks until I gave up on Tom getting back to me.  Some friend he was.