Yeah, marble meat man was happy with his penis, while bagel dog boy was quite dissatisfied with his outcome.
And marble meat man was was just the strangest thing yesterday.
A project that I thought was dead in the water came through. I e-mailed the client I pulled this one out of my ass for that if I hadn’t been a “believer” before, I was now because this was a freakin’ miracle.
Sometimes you never know…
Gotta love that wheel of Karma…
Last night, my daughter and I were on our way to meet my husband and son at Red Robin for dinner. We originally were just going to grab Steak & Shake, but then my daughter said “oh, I haven’t had RR yet, can we go there instead?” So it was a last-minute decision. On the way, we had been discussing one of her ex-boyfriends (with whom she is still friends, even though he goes to another school). We pull into the lot at the restaurant and sure enough, park right next to said ex-bf and a female companion. We chat with them on the way inside and they go to their table, we go to ours. Found out today that a friend and her two daughters who spent the last 2 nights with us had apparently walked out the door at Red Robin just minutes before we got there.
Is this a follow-up to the Obay[sup]TM[/sup] ads from last year?
Maybe! I have no idea, Web searches are no help and nobody else IRL has any clue.
An almost 90 year old friend of mine dropped by the house to pick me up to take me somewhere. When she pulled into my driveway, she asked me if my mail had run yet. I said that it hadn’t. She wanted to mail a couple of letters. When I picked them up to put them in the mailbox, the top one was addressed to the boy that I had loved forty-seven years ago when I was eighteen.
No, I didn’t know that she knew him and I am in a different part of the state from where I was when I knew him in college. He lives in another state.
Sometime yesterday the traffic cone was moved so it’s once again blocking my driveway. I was home, but didn’t see exactly when it was done, and no one came to my door to explain why it was there. I moved it out of my driveway when I went out to get my paper this morning. One of my neighbors was outside, and I asked him if he had any idea who could have put it there or why. He had no idea, but suggested that if it’s still around on Wednesday I should put it in with my recycling for pickup.
Went to Costco on a whim. Saw my next door neighbor going in ahead of me, but couldn’t catch up to her. Went though the meat dept on my way to the paper products and ran into a former co-worker I hadn’t seen or talked to in a couple years. Chatted with him for a bit then got my giant packs of paper products, then checked out the books. Saw a DJ from my favorite radio station (but didn’t say anything to her because I never know what to say to people I know but don’t know). Decided to grab a jar of mixed nuts for my SO, and went down an aisle where I ran into a family we know, chatted with them and hit the checkout. As I pulled out of the parking lot, the Blue Angels flew by (not really random as they are in town this time every year for Seafair, but it just added a nice period to mildly peculiar sentence that made up the previous few minutes of my life).
Two and some years ago I was looking for work and got rejected by “The Perfect Employer” ™ because, although I had the right experience, I’d been out of the (admin) workforce for seven years.
The next job I applied for, I got. I thought at the time that it was the perfect training for the first job, every skill and computer system they wanted.
I got made redundant last week and guess who put in an ad today for the same position? “The Perfect Employer” ™
Application and updated CV are in, wish me luck.
I attended the wedding of close friends Friday afternoon, and got to talking with another guest, Kristine, a woman I have also known casually for about 5 years. Someone pointed to her place card and asked the pronunciation of her surname. She told him, then said, “But that’s my ex-husband’s name, once the divorce is final, I am going back to my maiden name, C****”
“Hunh.” I said, “I think I went to school with a Kris C****. Where did you go to high school?”
She named MY high school, I said I’d graduated in '82, she said she’d graduated in '83, but her older sister was class of '82. That was when the name REALLY registered, and I said, “You’re Kim C****'s little sister?!?” She is. Lots of oh wowing and do you remembering and catching up and all that, and then she says. “Do you remember Frank E****?” Of course I do, we were very good friends, and I was sad that I’d lost touch with him in '84 when he had joined the Army. I always wondered what had happened to Frank.
“Oh,” said she. “Well, I am so sorry to tell you, he died a few years ago - heart attack. He was my first husband.” Which was, of course, very sad to hear, but still. At least I know now, right?
And her sister, my old friend Kim, will be getting in touch with me soon. (She just had some surgery and is still recovering, but Kris said she was happy to have the chance to reconnect.)
This reminds me of a song my 1st husband used to warble: (does anyone know where this came from?)
“Is it a boy, or is it a girl?
It takes all kinds to make a world…
(All right) the Army life ought to be a regulation,
25 years probation,
And give them a health dosage of…
Rules & regulations.”
I swear, the man was an idgit.
Love, Phil
“Rules and Regulations”, Donovan, album “Donovan In Concert.”
Now, then:
A few months ago, I was riding my bike home from work with an enormous heavy bag of my wet laundry hanging from my handlebars. I had got it washed but not dried at work.
Two teenage guys were standing in the street ahead. I veered around them, but one came right up to me & kicked me. He kicked me so hard on the outside of my knee that I got a black-purple bruise on the inside of my knee from its hitting the bike frame. I think they thought surely that I would tumble over & cry or something, because the bike was so ridiculously out of balance with the laundry bag & all. (me being a girl)
But mean makes me MAD… my chi rooted me firmly and in defiance of physics and the laws of gravity & sanity, I did not fall over. They ran away looking clearly surprised while I hurled invective. (stupid, but irresistible.)
Flash forward, today. I am riding my bike on the next street over, and here’s them guys with cohorts all standing on the corner. As I rode by them, the sidewall of my tire blew out. This is a very loud event, BANG! Kinda like a gunshot, really.
I got to see all those tough guys flinch for a second – this is Ghosttown, after all, in Oakland.
Having to walk the rest of the way was worth it.