quidditchgrrl

Holy crap, man. I went bowling with folks from work yesterday, and I am SORE. I didn't realize that bowling was such a...sport!

People, my ASS is sore, not just my arm/wrist. Cripes.

I already work out three days a week and do cardio five days. :/ Pro bowlers must have some killer glutes.

I've been lurking around, doing more via email lately. I had a talk with Honeybunch about LIFE SO HARD, and glory be, he's taking action! It's amazing what you can goad a person into when you invoke the "I married my father" salvo. (My dad isn't the most responsible or common-sensical person on earth, let's just say.)

madlori and rachet, you all made me wibbly several times this weekend! It's so nice to know people who are such good friends to each other. :)

Hope you all are having a good week so far (Monday's over, so things have to be looking up, eh?)!

I'm alive, barely. Just a GIP and quickie update before my hands give out.

Work has gone surprisingly well this week, now that I've dropped the 'omg I have to do every last thing around here' attitude. Left me more time for shifting and shelf status and getting rid of one of our AV areas. I am soooo sore now; I haven't done much online because my hands are sore at the bone.

Saw this book on a cart and had to give it a second look:



That wide belt gives her a wholesome look, doesn't it? What about the girls without values? Are they allowed to buy vintage clothes? :D

So, the the guy they've cast as a young Remus Lupin? Super hot (though his lips kind of scare me).

Honeybunch and I watched Good Night, and Good Luck together last night. It's funny to watch Andy get so mad about this stuff. We would certainly have been targets of Mr. McCarthy. Because we're not pussies like more and more Amurricans seem to be. I refuse to have my name, SSN and address entered into a database that tracks my cold medicine (and if you pay with a credit card, that database can immediately start looking at your other purchases, not just your Sudafed buys). F-off, commie bastards.

(Very interesting: As we were kind of looking over the McCarthy era online, we were surprised at how late in the game President Eisenhower came out against McCarthy and the Senate. But, if you look at personality styles - Eisenhower was an analytical personality - he looked to be operating in classic Analytic stress mode. When there are not clear-cut rules or precedent, the Analytical leader will avoid speaking out or making decisive statements until he or she feels that their opinion/decision is the right one. Up until now, I'd considered Eisenhower a take-charge, decisive person. Hm.)

Randomly:

Am I the only one who thinks the Arctic Monkeys are vastly horrible, a la The Killers? Talk about overhyped and under-talented.

I am 100% in love with del.icio.us. My listing is here. Too cool (and you can set up buttons on your Firefox toolbar for one-click link additions). I love being able to browse other people's links. *sigh* So little makes me so happy.

Stretch Island Fruit Leather + Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper = Crazy Delicious

Andy's car died one day after I got mine back from the shop. *headdesk* I thank my lucky stars that I got a replacement ID from OSU, so I can ride COTA gratis, 'cause it might be a while before we have two cars. I'm kind of figuring out why people take drugs, because I really want to escape from the daily worries of life once in a while. Anyone know about a free crack giveaway? :D

How are YOU ALL doin'?

I think I should reconsider that yoga class...'cause if the president thinks it's up to us to ensure a "free and democratic Iran", I'm gonna need to be flexible enough to kiss my ass goodbye. Tho', they DID manage to elect their leader, so I'm the President must be a little confused.

*shudders*

In other news, I wonder if Ed Helms could get a good helicopter going. :utterly evil: I am liking him more and more every day. :>

I'm starting to feel like likebunnies - I seem never to come and make a nice, happy entry, only to bitch and whine and moan.

( Whinge, etc. )

Ooh! Something good! They played "California Uber Alles" this morning during the Andyman-a-thon! It's the little things, I tell ya.

I am angry like whoa. It's not going to do me any good to scream and yell at my husband (note that he is IN TROUBLE when I go from Honeybunch to MY HUSBAND).

( So, kind reader, I must rant to you )

I know it sounds bitchy, but I, the original shopaholic, can keep myself under budget. If he can't, we're going to have more WORDS.

Some people are truly special. Like people who demand that I read The Five People You Meet In Heaven or who tell me I'd love Kathy Reichs' books.

Then there are the Left Behind people, who seem to think that we've incorrectly classified those books as fiction. Rawr.

Certifiable, I tell you.

I've been trying to find a stat that I'd seen somewhere, but now I can't verify it: only 37% of regular churchgoers - people who attend religious services two or more times a month - have actually read the Bible from cover to cover. That seems like such a small number; it would surely go a long way to explain a lot of the nutty Christian fervor that seems to have taken over this country.

Please, if you're a Christian, read the Bible yourself, once. I know it's boring and not as steamy as, say, Danielle Steel, but slog through so you at least know enough to call shenanigans when people try to tell you that Jesus referenced homosexuality and said it was okay to kill brown people without provocation. We have the entire thing on CD at the library!

I found out why the staff at the Cross-Country Inn was in no hurry to replace/repair your desk, tonksnymphadora...drove by today and they were dismantling the hotel. Like, taking the doors and windows off and just leaving the shell of concrete.

Whoa. Guess the wobbly desk was the least of their worries! Eep.