10 February
So yesterday I went into work but didn't clock in.
I had some stuff that I really wanted to finish, but I didn't want to stay any later Friday night, having had a really tiresome day at work, so I came in on Saturday even though I'm not supposed to come in on the weekends anymore, so I worked for four hours for no money.
But at least I had my laptop back! Yes, it finally arrived in the mail on Friday and appears to be working perfectly well (fingers crossed) and so I was finally able to fill my Chococat CD holder with DVDs and take them into work and watch movies while matching checks. It was actually a really relaxing way to spend a Saturday, and the fact that I was watching movies meant that I was having fun, therefor I didn't resent not getting paid.
I watched two of my favourite movies, Searching For Bobby Fischer and Smoke Signals, which I have had from Netflix for two months, so I was very pleased to finally be able to return them.
I went straight home rather than to the movies because I had promised to babysit. I wasn't entirely thrilled about it, since I was still annoyed at those children after that morning's noisiness, but I decided to let it go, and not to bring up the unpleasantness, but then Molly mentioned it.
"Kymmie, you know this morning when you yelled at us? That was my fault, that was because I was throwing the bone for Stockton, accidentally."
"Well, thank you for owning up, Molly, and now you know that that bone dropping on the wood floor is about the noisiest thing to have right over my head when I'm trying to sleep, so don't do it until really late in the morning, like 11a or so, okay?"
"How about on the carpet?"
"That's not as noisy, but I'd still rather that you didn't drop anything, okay?"
"Okay, Kymmie, I won't!"
And as I was putting them to bed, Molly kept mentioning things that she wouldn't do in the morning, noises that she wouldn't make, and hopefully it's all sunk in now, because this morning there wasn't a single peep. This, of course, has happened before, so perhaps I will make certain that they are reminded next Friday night, but perhaps, my traditional weekend mornings of rage are over.
More Olympics blather:
That medal ceremony was a scream! Costas goes to the start of it, thinking that they would be presenting medals somewhere in the medal ceremony, and instead there was this enormous extravaganza! It seemed to be by Cirque du Soleil or something, all dance and acrobatics and people in form-fitting outfits with plastic on their tits climbing up and down sheets.
Bob seemed to be somewhat taken aback. Understandably so. After a long pause, he said, "This being the first night at the Medals Plaza, we've figured out there's a bit of an elaborate run-up. I'm guessing they're not going to do this every night before every medal presentation, otherwise we'll just have to go straight from here to Athens. It gives us a chance to step aside, and when we come back, the actual medal ceremony."
They went to commercial, and when they came back, they were still at it! And the resignation in Bob's voice as he said, "Well, let's take another look at the Medals Plaza, see what's going on," was hilarious. "You know, we're only a six hour drive from Vegas, if Siegfried and Roy come out, I don't know what I'll do!" At that point, they cut away and went back to the nordic combined.
Who knew that Utah was the centre of performance art in the United States? Those Mormans are deep.
I got an email last night from a guy with a radio show called What's For Dinner who is doing tomorrow's show on bagels and he wants to read my bagel poem! Isn't that just the funniest thing?
I went back and read it, because I didn't remember how it went, and I just thought, "Someone wants to read this ridiculous thing on the radio?" But he does! Which means that it must be a fun show, I'm looking forward to hearing it.
It'll be on from 4-5p PST tomorrow, but it will be archived on the web if anyone wants to listen to it after the fact. Go listen to me be immortalized on the radio!
And, as I have been told, I do have a dirty mind, because "rode hard and put away wet" actually refers to riding horses, not, well, people.
Clearly, even though I spent my childhood on horseback, I am too much of a city rat to have not thought that was a dirty dirty phrase of dirtiness. Which of course, it is, but seemingly not always.
Today's
horoscope:
A family member really needs appreciation. Tell those you love how much you care. Noticing the good helps generate more.
One year ago today:
Were Vinnie Jones the lead, I'd watch the movie over and over again. I'd watch a movie about him brushing his teeth.
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