Month: January 2003

More snow. Boy oh boy, this is quite the winter. And I’ve been catching hell all afternoon because I sort of didn’t do a good job yesterday getting the idea off the end of my driveway. Well I was out there, dammit. And it’s the first time ALL season that I didn’t do a good job. For this I should suffer?

Fine then. I’ll just stay trapped in the driveway until spring. Stupid city plows.

If you click on the link to this Buzz Lightyear Toy you’ll see that there’s a bit of a wait until it ships. Actually, if my math is right, it’s a 56 year backorder. I’m just not sure that when The Boy is 61 he’s going to still be interested in this item. Well, maybe it will be a collector’s item by then.

I caught about 30 minutes of the HGTV coverage of the Rose Parade yesterday, and I just have to say God Bless those people for giving us a) commercial-free coverage, and b) commentaters who actually know things about construction and/or plants. What a breath of fresh air, after decades of watching soap stars read off index cards!

What I did learn is that the reason they don’t use sand on the floats is because it’s a mineral. DUH! Only plant matter! I think maybe loam might qualify as ex-plant matter, but I think it’s probably not a good idea, and the judges might question whether or not any sand or clay got mixed in with it.

So there you go…now we’ve ALL learned something!

First meal of 2003: Coffee and an english muffin with peanut butter on it. First coffee mug of the year is black with “I’m working much harder than it looks like I am.” on it.

First email: Spam for inkjet ink

First television show: Rolie Polie Olie

First chore: Dishes

First Outfit: Jeans and a pink sweatshirt.

First Book I picked up for even a few pages: Marketing Outrageously by Jon Spoelstra, which technically means I was doing some work

First Image on my new 2003 Calendar: Amazingly, a picture of a place I know well, Willard Brook State Park in Townsend MA.

First Phone Call: A FREAKING WRONG NUMBER at about 12:10. She wished me a happy new year anyway.

First Thing My Son Couldn’t Find That I Had To Help With: An empty toilet paper roll for him to use as a telescope