Wow. They haven’t even played a game yet, and there are already members of the Washington Nationals doing local endorsements. I just caught a commercial for Chevy Chase Bank featuring Brad Wilkerson, the Nats’ first baseman.
I’ve been putting off getting my bangs trimmed for a while (per usual). I finally decided to go today. I had to wait a little bit, but finally was assigned to this guy who’s been at the salon as long as I’ve been going there, but he’s never cut my hair. He did a good, quick job, then said it was free! Yay! And I set up an appointment for him to cut my hair. Hey, it needs it.
Then I stopped to get a soda on my way back to work (water isn’t the best match for my lunch Hot Pocket) and got Diet Wild Cherry Pepsi. It was fantastic. I’m in love with it.
Anyway, those were kind of nice, particularly after a “I hate the world” type of morning.
Current song in my head:
That song by Gwen Stefani that riffs on “If I Were a Rich Man”
So I was doing Broadway Sweat (…shut up) last night. The thing about Richard Simmons videos is that I like the songs, but they’ve created versions of the songs that go on for, like, 20 minutes. And after 7 minutes or so of the song “Oklahoma,” I decided that the routine would be a heck of a lot more fun if Hugh Jackman were there to encourage me. How sweet would that be? He’d be all encouraging, but at the same time would snark on Richard Simmons with me.
In other news, Carrie and I managed to trim Colin’s front claws, which were just out of control. Naturally he put up a huge fight. I’m so jealous of the people who can trim their cat’s claws without any outside help. It takes both of us just to hold him sort-of still.
The titles of trashy romance novels are incredibly generic. What would happen if the title of the book actually reflected the picture on the cover?
I’m trying to figure out whether time is moving quickly or slowly. I feel like each individual day this week has moved along fairly quickly; however, it feels like it should be at least Thursday, not Wednesday. So the days are going quickly, but the week is going slowly. Argh.
Current song in my head:
“I See You Baby” by Groove Armada
I was overly happy when I walked into the parking garage this afternoon and saw that the black Prius had returned. Yay! Seth’s friend is back!
I got home from work and I was checking the mail, I heard the unmistakable sound of…the ice cream truck. Wha? I realize that it is officially spring now, but the high today was only a balmy 50 degrees. I’m not quite at the point where I want to go running for the ice cream truck yet.
Someone just yelled that here. I don’t know why (I guess it wasn’t that important). But it brought me back to Wednesdays at the Burgian, when at some point Hutch would invariably run into the office, yelling “Stop the presses!” Just because he could. It’ll be good to go up to Gettysburg tomorrow and see that crew again; I’m looking forward to it.
In other news, there’s cake here in the office. It was put in the kitchen maybe 10 minutes ago and it’s apparently already half gone. Well, it’s really good cake.
Edited to add that apparently people from other floors are eating our cake. WTF? I don’t go up to 7 and eat their cake! (And they had a really good-looking chocolate cake there yesterday, but I resisted.)Go back to your own floor, dang it! Just because you hang out with people on this floor doesn’t entitle you to our food.
It’s nice to know that even though Brian has now missed 10 games due to his shoulder problems, he isn’t off the radar. Reporters apparently view him as a go-to guy for quotes. It seems like most stories about the O’s, at least, the ones in the Post, include a quote from Brian. There he is, talking about his teammates heading to Washington for the steroids hearing. Now he’s talking about the addition of Sosa and how that affected the club. He was quoted a lot last year, too. It’s just nice to see.
Current song in my head:
“Schadenfreude” from Avenue Q
I’d really like to work in fiction publishing and every now and then I come across a website of someone who works in fiction publishing with excerpts from the truly horrible proposals they get. (In fairness, we also get truly horrible proposals.) This is one for children’s book proposals. It’s all pretty amusing, but this entry made me laugh so much that it made Colin look at me strangely.
III. The All-Time Best Picture Book Idea
The boy who loved his mother’s vacuum cleaner too much.
Yessir, whenever his mother got the vacuum cleaner out he would hug and kiss it, and she had to pry him away every time. And she bought him toys and pets to try to displace his affection, but he would still run straight for the vacuum cleaner every time she pulled it out from the closet, kissing it madly.
I am NOT making this up.
Man, you just don’t get stuff like this in occupational therapy. We have to make do with snickering at the pictures of swollen lymph glands in a book about lymphedema (which looks very traumatic). Though it does remind me of the manuscript we got that was dedicated to the author’s cat.