Friday Five on Tuesday:
1. List five things you’d like to accomplish by the end of the year.
Have the entire house clean for one brief, shining moment.
Get all my bulbs planted.
Get caught up on my magazine reading.
Get company files all straightened out.
Get a new cell phone (the old one’s crapping out).
2. List five people you’ve lost contact with that you’d like to hear from again.
All friends from high school: Tammie Bonenfant, Butch Collins, Carolyn (whose last name name escapes me), Richard (Rick) White, Richard (Rick) Carr. I’d love to know where they are these days and what’s happened in their lives.
3. List five things you’d like to learn how to do.
After seeing Rachael’s cool tatted bookmarks, I’d love to learn to tat. Also, crocheting and knitting. That’s all that comes to mind at the moment.
4. List five things you’d do if you won the lottery (no limit).
Anonymously send money orders for huge amounts to a bunch of online friends.
Buy a cottage on the coast of Maine.
Buy a big-ass house for my sister – hell, I’d buy big-ass houses for everyone in my family.
Donate a huge amount of money to the local no-kill cat shelter I volunteer for.
Hire someone to cook and clean. Whoo!
5. List five things you do that help you relax.
Read.
Take a long, hot bath.
Watch When Harry Met Sally.
Sit on the couch and channel-surf.
Web (journal) surf.
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Come on, y’all.
Allison only has another $20 to raise to reach her fundraising goal for the Jingle Bell Run/ Walk. Won’t you
help a sista out?
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Yesterday Nance and I were chatting on MSN Messeng3r, and we began talking about the fact that each of our cats seems to have his or her own little fan club. I’ll go for a while thinking y’all prefer one of them and then get a slew of emails asking me to put up pictures of another. So I think it’s time for a poll!
Fred said we should get rid of the cat who gets the least amount of votes, but of course we won’t.
(Unless it’s TubbyThatBastard)
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I think our kitchen is cursed. Saturday morning, the Bean jumped from the table to the countertop next to the sink. Since the countertop was freshly clean, it was a tad slippery, and so the Bean slid a few feet, knocking a glass jar of all-natural peanut butter onto the floor, where it shattered and went absolutely everywhere. When I left to take Liz to the airport Sunday, I hugged Fred and as I did so, I saw a big splatter of peanut butter on one of the cupboard doors, about two feet above his head.
Sunday afternoon as I was trying to get some Udo’s Choice capsules out of the bottle, it slipped out of my hand and shattered on the floor, sending shards of brown glass and oil-filled capsules all over the place.
Monday afternoon I handed a plate and bowl to the spud and asked her to put them in the sink. Ten seconds later, I heard the sound of shattering dishes, and walked into the library to see that both the plate and bowl had been dropped. I asked the spud to hand me the broom out of the closet, and to put Stanley The Nosy Bean in the bathroom so that he wouldn’t cut himself or try to eat a shard of broken dish. I began sweeping up the pieces, and the spud attempted to help by KICKING the larger pieces toward me until I smacked her upside the head and told her to stop. Except for the smacking part, which was only wishful thinking.
I can hardly wait to see what gets broken TODAY.
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The station I usually listen to, STAR 99.1, has been playing fucking CHRISTMAS SONGS since at least last Friday. Why, people, why? Why can they not wait until the DAY AFTER THANKSGIVING?
I’m boycotting the station until after Thursday, but I sure do miss my easy listening favorites.
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We were watching
Yes, Dear last night (shaddup). We really like that show and all of the actors on the show, especially
Anthony Clark, who plays Greg. At least once during every show, he does something (such as scream and run around like a little girl) that is very Fred-like.
Imagine our surprise when the show came back from commercials last night and Greg appeared on the screen.
Apparently Greg shops at Kohl’s, too.
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Miz Poo considers whether to go kick the Bean’s ass, or continue grooming herself (she settled the dilemma by finishing her grooming job and THEN going to kick his ass).
A year ago: But I had not the inclination to re-do the floors, so I left them streaky, camera crew and national show be damned.
Four: So, I got a kitten. (Miz Poo!)
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