wonderful day…nice and warm…well for Canadian standards anyway. Took my 5 year old daughter for the first ride this spring, and she loved it. Well she wanted to go …she has been asking for it for days now. It is so good to go with her, my princess. She has been riding with daddy since she was 3 years old…She is the coolest girl in kindergarten.
Cogito Ergo Vroom
I think therefore I ride fast…
I STILL can’t find a friggin’ Furby anywhere and I want one so bad! The longer it takes me to find one the more I want it!
The Tribe has scored 49 runs in 5 games. Yeah! OTOH, Doc Gooden sucked the root last night, just like I figured he would.
** Phil D. **
“Not only is the world queerer than we imagine,
it is queerer than we can imagine.”
–J.B.S. Haldane
>>Oh, and I got the first Cake CD last night, too. They do a cover of “I Will Survive” that is just utterly hilarious>>
That’s their second CD.
Everyday I drive to work I see a panhandler on the corner of Mesa and Executive with his cardboard sign and look of dispair. Except for the last two weeks. The bum disappeared.
Read in the paper yesterday what his real name was and the fact that he rented a room in a flophouse on Mesa street. The guy behind the counter said the bum was “a quite guy.”
Why would the paper be interested in a panhandler?
Turns out he (da bum)was the El Paso winner of the Texas Lottery. He picked up his check for $5 million and checked out of the flophouse and out of the town to parts unknown. If MajorMD read the Saturday EP Times she will confirm this story.
We got to play with liquid nitrogen in Chemistry today. 
At the end, the teaher dumped it on the floor. I did not know this until it hit my (shoeless) feet. WHOA, cold, hiss, steamin’ LN, cold, wet, cold. I can still feel everything though, so I think I’m ok.
Hiroko - They use that stuff to freeze off warts! Your next “random occurance” may be localized black, sloughing skin. Keep a figurative eye on it.
Beware the lollipop of mediocrity. Lick it once and you will suck forever.
My life has come to an end…today they fired my gorgeous kennel boy. Not for anything he did, but he was only a part timer, and the bosses decided they would rather hire a few people who could work full time rather than keep several people who could only be there a little bit. I’m so sad! Now who can I drool over as he mops the hospital floor with no shirt on??
On a plus note, I am going to ask him and the other kennel guy to help me move into my new place next week. So maybe I will get to see him without his shirt on one more time. 
My other half called me from work to ask me to mail his IRS return, which he’d forgotten to put in the mail slot. So instead of sitting smugly at home while everyone else lined up at the post office, I had to postpone my supper and haul ass to the only PO in our area which was still open (he only remembered this at 5:30). There was a TV camera set up there, too, to catch all the last-minute Harrys on video.
Remember, I’m pulling for you; we’re all in this together.
—Red Green
Michelle,
You think that doctor has time to help you move, too?
It’s 3am and I’m at work. During my usual shifts in and out of consciousness a strange thought just occured to me but I forgot it. Curse the night shift!
“And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last”
Someone in my office brought in a 10 pound bag of baby tootsie rolls.
>^,^<
KITTEN
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabisad capul tuum saxum
immane mittam.
A 10 pound bag of Tootise Rolls has you ready to puke? You lightweight. 
Drain- I don’t feel I know my doctor well enough for me to ask him to help me move. That’s a big step in a relationship! (Thinking of a Seinfeld episode).
I suppose since I’m in college, I can pretty much ask any man I even remotely know to help me move. All I have to do is offer free beer, and they’re there.
Every year there is a big event in town called the Viennese Ball. It always falls on MY weekend to work! Today I did so many manicures (which I despise doing!) and pedicures that I didn’t do much hair (which is what i love to do). And I have almost a full day of those tomorrow (thank god I have a couple of haircuts to break the monotony). I swear, if I hear ANY word that ends with
-icure I will scream!
MaryAnn
Sometimes life is so great you just gotta muss up your hair and quack like a duck!
I decided to see a dermatologist today, because my skin has been bugging me. It has always been alternately dry or oily, but lately I have also noticed a patchiness around my cheeks and nose. It didn’t really bother me, until other people began asking me if I had been in the sun. The dryness has been worse lately too, even when I wash my face with nothing other than plain water. If I don’t slather moisturizer all over my face, my skin gets really irritated and flaky. Since aging causes skin to lose its suppleness, I thought it was time to see a doctor, so I could try to keep my skin looking decent.
The doctor noted my dry skin right away, and also thought that my hair looked thin in some places. She asked me about fatigue, and I told her that I didn’t think I was unusually fatigued, nothing that couldn’t be related to a hectic work schedule. I did tell her that last year I had gone to see my regular doc because I was worried about fatigue and weight gain, but a chem panel and cbc didn’t show anything strange. The dermatologist sent me to the lab for bloodwork, because she was concerned about the possibility of lupus! So I had the blood drawn, but results will take two weeks. Now I am worried, but the funny things is, I am more worried about the thinning hair than anything else. I never noticed any thin patches before, and when I examined myself in the mirror I didn’t see anything that was abnormal for me. Maybe I always had thin patches in my hair, so I don’t notice it. But losing hair has got to be one of a woman’s worst fears. Now I am paranoid that I am gonna go bald. As if I didn’t have enough to worry about!
Eris wrote this:
I guess it partly depends on where you live… I’ve always found tons of people with
birthdays about the same time as mine (last half of August). This puts the conception
date sometime in November. In Canada, in November, there’s not a hell of a lot else to
do, and hey, you gotta keep warm somehow!
Happy to be here, proud to serve!
I am watching some new sitcom, and the characters are arguing about flies in moving cars.
It’s now 6am, and I’m finally starting to get into my fully awake stage. Around 3-4am is when it’s hardest to concentrate on my job. So, pretty soon (around 9) I’ll be fully awake for when I go home and try to sleep.
I start moving in 2 days. I have only just begun to pack. I hate packing. Since I am only moving into a new apartment within the same complex, I am packing rather haphazardly. Still, I have a lot to worry about. I am looking at my washer and dryer, which I have no idea how to unhook or install inthe new place (I am sure it is easy once I look at it, but I haven’t looked at it yet, and I don’t want to!) I’m looking at my bulky computer desk and equally bulky entertainment center, and I am feeling very tired. I have two of the kennel guys helping me make the move, and my ex was supposed to help me as well, but he decided to come down with near-pneumonia symptoms. He said he might be well enough to help me by Sunday. There is a lot of stuff I am afraid to pack away, because I know as soon as I tape a box shut, I am going to decide I need something at the bottom of that box. I am running out of room to put my boxes! My cats are “helping” me pack, by jumping into the empty boxes and chewing on the corners. I just remembered that I forgot to put in a change of address with the post office. I am so friggin’ tired!