Month: June 2004

I had a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast this morning. You’d think that would have set me up for a great day, what with them being lucky and all. Well, nothing spectacular to report so far, and in fact, I forgot my security badge at home which is actually a strike against it being a lucky day.

But I continue to maintain my chipper attitude and look forward to all the luck in store for me today.

There’s a link on the Banana website back to an early issue of the dump, because one day I happened to write about eating banana number 4077. This was back in 1997, kids. When it was cool to be a banana eater. Check out the link, if you will. Dig that groovy page design! And if you’re on a high rez monitor, dig my inability to do a background correctly! (I’m better now, really).

I was reading the first part…I don’t remember the treadmill ever being in the living room, but if I said it was, it was. But I’m guessing it didn’t last long before being shuffled to the basement.

More thought pebbles. I know you’ve been sitting by the warm glow of your monitor just waiting for them.

• On the drive home from work late last week, I was behind a jeep that had one of those customized license plate holders. Not unusual. Some advertise the dealership where said vehicle was purchased, some root for a school or sports team. This one said “I’d rather be at a Journey Concert”. Oh Lordy, that’s quite a statement to make, my friend. Are you sure you want to admit this to strangers who happen to be driving behind you?
• Nobody’s come through with ten thousand dollars yet, so it looks like I’ll be stuck working all summer. Hey, can’t blame a girl for trying.
• Scorecard in effort to pink-ify my life: I am sporting pink nail polish today, and I grabbed hot pink folders out of the supply cabinet. Hey, it’s not like the guys were going to use them. There is a nagging feeling that I could be doing more, and that it has something to do with capri pants, but I’m just not ready to take that plunge right now.
• It’s the first day of summer. Shouldn’t we be allowed to go home early today to celebrate it with our families? No? How ’bout tomorrow, then?
  

To all the dads out there – biologically or emotionally – have a great day.

We’ll let you watch sports and we won’t even complain about it.

Well THAT was fast. Tee Ball is done for the season, and next year Junior will probably be good enough for instructional league, which is where they start getting a little more serious. We’re going to practice throwing and catching this summer, which is where he could use the work. His batting is actually pretty decent. Must take after his dear old mom!