It's supposed to be a balmy 59 degrees here in Frog Pond Holler today. It makes it hard to come to work and sit behind my desk all day.
I haven't been posting as often as I'd like, nor have I been answering comments like I should and I owe several people emails, for which I'm feeling guilty as sin. I'm still having a hard time staying awake when I get home in the evenings and it's cutting into my computer time considerably. I get home, fix dinner, sit down and I'm out. I usually come back to life around elevenish, just in time to go to bed. I don't know if it's the lack of nicotine or what, but I've got a doctor's appointment scheduled. I'll be damned if I'm going to sleep my life away.
In other personal developments, the FMF has been really kicking my ass lately, which could also be the reason I can't stay awake. I've been doing some reading and from what I gather, nicotine sometimes masks the symptoms of rheumatic diseases, therefore, when you quit.. you get worse. This makes sense, sort of, because it's been a running joke between me and Lulu that every time I've tried to quit smoking, my body has fallen completely apart. There was a lady here at work a few years ago who'd had some weird aches and pains and unusual medical problems and when she quit smoking ended up on full disability with a diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis. I'm not condoning smoking or planning on using this as an excuse to go back. I refuse to be out done.
Things at the cubicle asylum are about the same. Bubbles' over-the-top exuberance for life still makes my skin crawl, but really it's not all her fault. We sit practically on top of each other with only about 9 feet and a half a cubicle wall between us. I'm thinking about asking to move offices if I can figure out a way to do it without hurting anyone's feelings. But honestly, when you have to stick your finger in your free ear and practically stick your head under your desk to hear someone on the phone, it starts to wear on you after a while.
The death of Anna Nichole Smith saddens me greatly and the surrounding media circus is sickening, yet I'm right there on TMZ.com and Entertainment Tonight gawking at the latest developments just like everyone else. I think they should just let me have the baby, they can keep all the money and split it between all those men who are claiming paternity. I'll raise it here in Frog Pond Holler right there in my crappy little trailer and I'm sure she'll be just fine. While they're at it, they can go ahead and bring those Spears youngins too and I'll look after them until their Ma gets her scattered mental shit together.
The recent media developments have had me thinking. I should move to L.A. and open a new business venture. "Trainwrecks R Us" I've decided that what these pampered starlets need on their downward spiral is the southern version of tough love. Someone to come in, take over and make them see the light. Someone who isn't afraid of pissing anyone off, who can tell them it's time for them to put on their big girl panties and suck it up.
Yeah I know.. it would never work.
Yesterday Loner left this comment:
"Did you see the bit where Craig (Ferguson) said he wasn't going to make fun of Britney because she was vulnerable? If you didn't already just adore the guy - that display of mercy would have done it."
The answer to that is yes. And it is at those moments that I do realize just why I do adore that man. During the same monologue, Ferguson went on to tell a story from back in his drinking days. Whenever he tells stories of his past, be it his childhood or his later, wilder days, his accent becomes just a tad bit more pronounced, the gentle, lilting rhythm of his words entrancing the viewer (or at least me.)
Oh yeah, and then there are those moments when he bursts out into a Clinton-esque boogie.
Good stuff.
On a side note: Who knew John Tesh had such a potty mouth?
Anyway, my lunch break is almost over. I'd best get back to the grindstone.
Ya'll be blessed.
4 comments:
It is great to hear from you. I think you'd do a wonderful job of raising the young'ens. If I were judge for a day . . . it would only last for a day, they would run me off for all of the common sense that I would bring. The Anna Nicole Smith hearing shouldn't have taken more then a couple of hours. There is no reason to delve into all of the gorey details of her personal and family life, we all know she was a sweet mess. The legal issue of who get's to determine the place of burial didn't require airing all the dirty laundry in the court room. Maybe I'll feel diferently is I ever have the "celebrity" case of a lifetime, but legal overkill is an emabarassment (same thing happened in the OJ case and a couple of others, but those were out on the left coast.)
Take care, stay strong.
DG
Somebody needs to take over the care of all those babies, and you'd probably do a stellar job....LOL. Nicotine does strange things to your body, so maybe you just don't need to listen to it. I slept a lot when I quit smoking too; it was easier than feeling the withdrawal. That changed after about 2-3 weeks.
I've been thinking that to sleep away the rest of winter would be a good idea. It doesn't bring in much of a paycheck however.
I wonder if big girl panties come in my size?
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