Just some random tidbits on how I spent the week...
Every morning, the route we take to my office guides us past not one but two billboards advertising this new cognac. Well, I guess it's new - I've never heard of it like I've heard of Napoleon XO or Remy Martin - anyway, it's called Noblige and the graphic features two hands in an expensive suit and French cuffs, hovering above the glass along with the words, "Rise Above". So being a connoisseur of fine music - if not fine cognac - every morning when we pass one of the billboards, I do my best Henry Rollins imitation and urge, "Rise above! Rise above! Rise above, we're gonna rise above!" because I'm absolutely positive the cognac company had Black Flag in mind when creating that advertisement. I'll grant you that my best Henry Rollins imitation isn't all that great, but trust me - his Helly Bowman impression isn't all that it might be, either.
Last night I went to Best Buy to pick up something that The Boss wanted; I needed to go anyway to get my husband's big Christmas gift. But after obtaining those items, I went on this Best Buy Blow-Out Buying Bonanza. I bought Clerks II, Pirates of the Caribbean II, Family Guy Volume 4, a season of The Simpsons I didn't already have and I would have purchased Aeon Flux except Alan snuck it out of my basket while I wasn't looking. I'd have gone nuts in the CD department too, except the CD player in the Hellmobile still hasn't been repaired, since September or so.
I should be getting that taken care of next week, however. It was too inconvenient to leave the Hellmobile at the dealer for something which was merely a matter of enjoyment, but last weekend the clock spring in the steering column broke, which doesn't cause any problem with the necessary operations of the car, but means that none of the steering-wheel-located instrumentation, such as cruise control and horn, are working. So since I have to get that fixed anyway, I decided to have the CD changer dealt with at the same time. The CD changer isn't warrantied and as for the other - well. It's me we're discussing, after all, so it shouldn't be a surprise to know that I had an unlimited warranty up to a certain number of miles and this little problem occurred exactly 443 miles OVER the warranty limit.
This weekend we have to go Christmas shopping. Ugh - I hate shopping anyway and especially with the holiday crowds. I just didn't have my act together this year; I'm never one of those people who's 100% finished by mid-October, but generally by this time I'll have made a great deal of progress and at least have a good idea of what I'm after for the remaining people, even if I haven't actually made the purchase yet. Not so this year, though - and so it seems for every single person I've talked with about holiday shopping, even the ones who are always more organized than I am, like Cheryl & Pam.
So far I have: one gift for my husband but I need to get something else so he'll at least have a surprise. He told me a very specific thing he wanted and was with me when I bought it, so I know I got the right thing, but still...gifts for my brother and his lovely wife Sarah, gift for our 4 year old niece Eliza ['niece' is one of those words that never looks as if it's spelled correctly to me, whether I spell it 'niece' or 'neice'] and that's IT. I know what my dad wants, oddly enough - he usually gets Wild Turkey bourbon and his favorite cologne by default, but this time he actually asked for something so I'm happy to oblige. My mom isn't hard to buy for as she is very fashionable, reads like a fiend and is always interested in new things, so any pretty item of clothing or jewelry or books or some cool thing I happen upon is well-received. My co-workers, my friends, other relatives - no clue. Wish me luck.
Oh, and wish me luck in Fantasy Football, too. I defeated my brother to advance to Round Two of the playoffs, where I meet the formidable Leigh-Ann, who's like 211-0 (and I'm SOOOOO not). The game against Bo was weird - going in, I thought there was no way I could beat him and after scrutinizing the available players and the Game Day matchups I couldn't figure out anything I could do that would improve my chances, so I resigned myself to losing and really didn't care - we're all friends, it's all good. But then late Monday night I logged on to Yahoo! and I was ONE POINT ahead of him. He was all done for the week, but I still had 2 guys playing in the Monday night game so I got all ecstatic - I was ahead! I had 2 guys still in the hunt, so my score could only get better, right?!? And in that moment, I wanted to win.
Then I realized that one of my two still-active players was quarterback Rex Grossman, who has been a scoring pendulum for me. He either scores me way high stupid points or throws so many interceptions that he costs me -12, -18, or worse. So then I was totally dejected and mad, because it was halftime and I just KNEW Rex would screw up enough that my one point lead wouldn't matter. It was an odd feeling, because when I thought I couldn't beat Bo, I was cool with losing and "hey it's only a game" and it honestly didn't bother me. But once I saw that I actually had A CHANCE to win, and Rex was gonna cost me it, I was ticked off. I couldn't believe I'd actually come that close, only to have Rex ruin it for me. But HE DIDN'T!
There was an odd moment of deja vu in The Hellhole, because I thought I was cool with being eliminated but then once I wasn't, I was ecstatic! and then ecstasy turned to disgust when I realized I was next up against Leigh-Ann. So anyway, wish me luck. I need it more than she does. :-)
Every morning, the route we take to my office guides us past not one but two billboards advertising this new cognac. Well, I guess it's new - I've never heard of it like I've heard of Napoleon XO or Remy Martin - anyway, it's called Noblige and the graphic features two hands in an expensive suit and French cuffs, hovering above the glass along with the words, "Rise Above". So being a connoisseur of fine music - if not fine cognac - every morning when we pass one of the billboards, I do my best Henry Rollins imitation and urge, "Rise above! Rise above! Rise above, we're gonna rise above!" because I'm absolutely positive the cognac company had Black Flag in mind when creating that advertisement. I'll grant you that my best Henry Rollins imitation isn't all that great, but trust me - his Helly Bowman impression isn't all that it might be, either.
Last night I went to Best Buy to pick up something that The Boss wanted; I needed to go anyway to get my husband's big Christmas gift. But after obtaining those items, I went on this Best Buy Blow-Out Buying Bonanza. I bought Clerks II, Pirates of the Caribbean II, Family Guy Volume 4, a season of The Simpsons I didn't already have and I would have purchased Aeon Flux except Alan snuck it out of my basket while I wasn't looking. I'd have gone nuts in the CD department too, except the CD player in the Hellmobile still hasn't been repaired, since September or so.
I should be getting that taken care of next week, however. It was too inconvenient to leave the Hellmobile at the dealer for something which was merely a matter of enjoyment, but last weekend the clock spring in the steering column broke, which doesn't cause any problem with the necessary operations of the car, but means that none of the steering-wheel-located instrumentation, such as cruise control and horn, are working. So since I have to get that fixed anyway, I decided to have the CD changer dealt with at the same time. The CD changer isn't warrantied and as for the other - well. It's me we're discussing, after all, so it shouldn't be a surprise to know that I had an unlimited warranty up to a certain number of miles and this little problem occurred exactly 443 miles OVER the warranty limit.
This weekend we have to go Christmas shopping. Ugh - I hate shopping anyway and especially with the holiday crowds. I just didn't have my act together this year; I'm never one of those people who's 100% finished by mid-October, but generally by this time I'll have made a great deal of progress and at least have a good idea of what I'm after for the remaining people, even if I haven't actually made the purchase yet. Not so this year, though - and so it seems for every single person I've talked with about holiday shopping, even the ones who are always more organized than I am, like Cheryl & Pam.
So far I have: one gift for my husband but I need to get something else so he'll at least have a surprise. He told me a very specific thing he wanted and was with me when I bought it, so I know I got the right thing, but still...gifts for my brother and his lovely wife Sarah, gift for our 4 year old niece Eliza ['niece' is one of those words that never looks as if it's spelled correctly to me, whether I spell it 'niece' or 'neice'] and that's IT. I know what my dad wants, oddly enough - he usually gets Wild Turkey bourbon and his favorite cologne by default, but this time he actually asked for something so I'm happy to oblige. My mom isn't hard to buy for as she is very fashionable, reads like a fiend and is always interested in new things, so any pretty item of clothing or jewelry or books or some cool thing I happen upon is well-received. My co-workers, my friends, other relatives - no clue. Wish me luck.
Oh, and wish me luck in Fantasy Football, too. I defeated my brother to advance to Round Two of the playoffs, where I meet the formidable Leigh-Ann, who's like 211-0 (and I'm SOOOOO not). The game against Bo was weird - going in, I thought there was no way I could beat him and after scrutinizing the available players and the Game Day matchups I couldn't figure out anything I could do that would improve my chances, so I resigned myself to losing and really didn't care - we're all friends, it's all good. But then late Monday night I logged on to Yahoo! and I was ONE POINT ahead of him. He was all done for the week, but I still had 2 guys playing in the Monday night game so I got all ecstatic - I was ahead! I had 2 guys still in the hunt, so my score could only get better, right?!? And in that moment, I wanted to win.
Then I realized that one of my two still-active players was quarterback Rex Grossman, who has been a scoring pendulum for me. He either scores me way high stupid points or throws so many interceptions that he costs me -12, -18, or worse. So then I was totally dejected and mad, because it was halftime and I just KNEW Rex would screw up enough that my one point lead wouldn't matter. It was an odd feeling, because when I thought I couldn't beat Bo, I was cool with losing and "hey it's only a game" and it honestly didn't bother me. But once I saw that I actually had A CHANCE to win, and Rex was gonna cost me it, I was ticked off. I couldn't believe I'd actually come that close, only to have Rex ruin it for me. But HE DIDN'T!
There was an odd moment of deja vu in The Hellhole, because I thought I was cool with being eliminated but then once I wasn't, I was ecstatic! and then ecstasy turned to disgust when I realized I was next up against Leigh-Ann. So anyway, wish me luck. I need it more than she does. :-)
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