F*cking Sn*w

Snow… it’s the nastiest little word in the universe.  really puts a cramp in the outdoor running.

9 miles (treadmill)  

Had the mojo today, but why do i always feel like such a cheat when i run on the ‘mill?

Wednesday’s Abs: Ahhnold!

AI

You are the next American Idol, in bed.

(wow, unbelievable fortune cookie w/dinner tonight!)

Happy Birthday to Me!

Eavesdropping on the Balcony

Our receptionist, a geeky know-it-all who is not very well liked by a large majority of the office staff, was eavesdropping on the balcony above cubefarmland today…

And, boy did she get an EARFUL!

The office gossip/loudmouth, who resides a few cubes down from me,  was talking SERIOUS SMACK about her.  Loudly.  And she kept going, and going, and going…

I was only half-listening– and definitely NOT participating.  I mean, c’mon– Hello?!… BALCONY ABOVE!

Not sure how long the receptionist had been up there listening, but apparently long enough to work up a temper…

Imagine everyone’s surprise when she leans over the balcony and screams, “HEY, I CAN HEAR YOU!”

** momentary silence **

And then, a very loud voice from somewhere deep in central cubefarmland replies, “YEAH? SO WHAT!”

** ERUPTION OF LAUGHTER ** 

Unfortunately, something tells me the big boss will be calling a meeting tomorrow…

(so glad I was minding my own beeswax)

Monday’s Nun: Change of Habit

How did this gem escape me?

The Couriers
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.

Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.

A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.

Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling

All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.

A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one —-

Love, love, my season.
-Sylvia Plath

Moon, Run, Wings

Three cheers that I’m finally back to running!  Missed six running days due to this hellish flu that’s had me under it’s spell.  3 miles–  felt like total shit and my nose dripped constantly, but damn it!, i RAN.

Unfortunately, I missed the moon last night.  Wasn’t my fault!  Made several trips out– to no avail.  Damn, cloudy Ohio sky!  Will definitely try again tonight.  Saturday was to be the better view, but I’m not ready to call it quits just yet.

I think I’m gonna celebrate my return to LIVING with a Blue Moon at dinner this evening.  Wings and Blue Moon– my mouth is watering!  This will be my first real meal in days… (damn demonic flu beast!).  Seriously, I was beginning to think I was in need of an exorcism…

Who knows?  Maybe the full moon worked some voodoo magic late last night and cured me…   sweet! 

Whatever it was, I’m grateful.

Bleed Like Me

Thought i was feeling better, then–  SLAP! 

Beaten
back
down
again. 

Pass the whiskey, my fair Lady, and let’s make love with Godiva.  Steer clear of the hummus– it’s gone thick.   Tomato soup is KING. 

Don’t miss the moon this evening!  Heed– 

don’t
miss
the
moon
this
evening.

(Long live Elvis… )

Dig the f*cking grave already

geesh–  UNCLE!

Wasn’t it enough that I was in a NyQuil induced coma during Wednesday’s interview?  The one where I rambled incoherently… about what?

[gack]

P.S.  The Irish Whiskey is helping… i think.