Triple Play

Today is a gorgeous, temperate, end of September day, and Friday and payday. You just can’t beat that combo with a stick! I don’t want to ruin this heady feeling by discussing what a quick pit stop the moola makes in my checkbook before it’s off and running in the Bill Paying 500. I hear the whoosh, change the tires and it’s outty...


Yesterday I attend a CPR class to bring me up to speed on the latest lifesaving methods. The class was small but jovial and the instructor, though a pup, was very easy on the eyes. We had a lively and informative two hours but the highlight of the session occurred when the little head popped off the ‘infant’ of a gal in the last row feverishly working to resuscitate it. Though we cracked up laughing, I truly think that action launched a whole new set of problems for the tyke. Anyway, I’m prepared to take offensive action should the need arise but it would help tremendously if you’d secure your noggin first.


With the exception of reveling in the sunshine, the only thing planned for this weekend is possibly boating on Sunday and that may not happen as thunderbloomers are forecast. Saturday looks perfect but K is working on one of her perennial side jobs and won’t be available then. Soooooo, I may end up being a slug which would give me a much needed respite. Next weekend—Oktoberfest! Now that should be a trip (literally).

UGH

F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have got to be kidding me!!!!

IE locked up and lost my post. I had this really nice LONG post and hit PUBLISH and dang if it didnt' lock up!

I'm not rewriting.

Just TGIF

That's not what my post was about... but TGIF.

Chump Change

An instructor friend of mine was relating a sordid tale of an experience she had a few weeks ago with a current student of hers. Having a rough time making ends meet what with increasing gas prices and living off her Pell grant funds, this twenty-something mother of three has hit up my friend for cash several times in the past and generously been given a few bucks each time. L’s widowed mom has been living next door but as she is now unable to care for herself, she recently moved in with L. L plans to sell most of her mom’s unused belongings and this female con artist offered to help clean the house. L promised to pay her for services rendered but with the stipulation that payment would be on the following Wednesday. As promised, the student came to help and was even given freebies that would have gone in the sale including a microwave, sheets, a down comforter and more. That Monday, the gal called and emailed L demanding her money! L reminded her that payment would be on Wednesday as previously stated as she had not had time to visit the bank. The pushy conniver had the gall to offer to go with L to the bank but was informed that the bank is situated in a different town. On Tuesday, the cajone-owning bitch shows up on L’s doorstep insisting on immediate payment as "her cable bill was due." (And this is L’s problem, how??) Wednesday dawns and L tapes the cash-filled envelope to her door in hopes of avoiding this confrontational, mentally unbalanced nutcase. Ms Psycho knocked at her door anyway and lamely apologized for her bizarre behavior by giving some flimsy excuse about getting chewed out by another instructor which upset her, blahblahblah. Huh? Needless to say, that gal has now burned any future dollar bill bridges from my soft-hearted friend, but odds are this won’t be the last L hears from her. Beotch. Greedy, Scheming Beotch.

Fabulous Fall

It was with mixed emotions this past weekend that I bid adieu to sumptuous summer and graciously extended my welcoming hand to fantastic fall. It seemed only fitting that on the last day of summer, I don my mowing apparel and hop on the ole Guillotine of Death for its possible final spin around the property. And yes, in keeping with my scything requirements, I downed a couple of chilling brewskies. Unfortunately they weren’t Genesee but, oh well. It had been three weeks since the lawn’s last trim and I dejectedly noticed a grievous lack of ground morning glories yet an alarming rise in jumpy grasshoppers. This past weekend’s weather was the picture of loveliness and the choices of events to attend were varied and plentiful. Though I was unable to attend Kerbear’s babygirl shower, I had an enjoyable time selecting a gift for little Miss November and merrily sent it south via mutual friends. Also on Saturday’s "To Do" list was the annual Chili Cookoff here in Podunkville and the final day of drag racing across the state line. I made neither. TBC didn’t feel well and informed me too late to make alternate arrangements. *sigh*


I was sick yesterday and spend the rainy day catching up on Netflix selections as I ODed on Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice two-disk series from 1995. While I've read the novel many, many times, not so much because it's a thrill-a-minute page-turner, but because it works better than a sleeping pill for snooze inducement. At any rate, this rendition featured one huge plus that Ms Austen's stuffy missive lacked--Colin Firth. I wouldn't say his extensive acting skills were much in evidence, but boy is he ever good at staring! He pretty much gawked at the leading lady during the entire five-hour miniseries which in turn caused alot of excessive staring (and drooling) at his attractive visage on my part. And could he wear a taller hat? Good lord that was some elevated headgear! I'm madly in love. Colin = eye candy. :)

In other news, I have had my fuzzy Teddybear ass handed to me on a shiny FFB platter for three weeks in a row and this week ain’t looking so good either. The Sneaky Snakes mean serious business as here’s what I found in my inbox this morning…Wish me luck!

I'm Desperate, I Tell Ya!

As we recall, Richard got an Xbox 360 for his birthday.... and he's been so excited about it and has tried so hard to get me excited about having it. I am not... nor will I probably never ever be.

Today, we got Halo 3. Yeah. (with a bit of sarcasm). Yep, I'm the one that purchased the card for us to get the game... i did it all because they wanted it. Not me. I was being unselfish for a brief moment. *giggle*

Today in the mail came a little gift to me... from Richard. He's trying so hard to get me involved in their gaming. He gets an "A" for effort for sure. He got me the Desperate Housewives game! Now I can design my own housewife and family, shop for clothes, and decorate the perfect home. I can seduce, snoop, flirt, outwit and share my dirty laundry with all the girls PLUS I can even cook and garden!

First thing i'm doing is lovin' up to Carlos. Then I might move on to the plumber...