If you wear orange on St. Patrick's Day, they will car bomb you.

I still haven't finished this effing exam.  My brain simply does not want to.

Slept for 14 hours last night.  Whoops.  Having trouble moving today.

I'm making this later tonight, for work meeting tomorrow.

I am also entertaining the idea of making cookies...mainly because I want some.

I told my kids last week that if you wear orange on St. Patrick's Day, it is an insult to the Irish.  Someone then asked me what an Irish Car Bomb is.  I chose to tell them about the Northern Ireland strife instead of the festive drink.  Of course, I have yet to learn how to expertly craft my statements, so last night, one of my kids wanted me to explain again why if you wear orange in Ireland they'll car bomb you becasue his friend didn't believe him.

Hee.

I = Best religious ed teacher EVER!

Pain in my side.

Since when don't I have any friends?

Ten questions separate me from freedom

That's right.  Ten.  And they are multiple guess.

The Weekend.

Friday:

Happy Friday the 13^th!

Feeling much better today.  Have stopped throwing up from aforementioned poisoning.  Calling it food poisoning makes me think that someone must have done this on purpose; that someone is trying to kill me.

Drove to Michigan City.  Took Northern Indiana Commuter Train to Chicago.  Gave someone directions to their hotel.  SmallFry came to pick me up and we proceeded to his apartment.  I did not realize that he was so close to the water tower.  You know where Borders is on Michigan Ave?  He is situated just south of there.  Sooooo cool!

I think that all Catholic dorms have the same furniture.  Well, last year, in the freshmen dorms, he did not have nice furniture.  It looked more like a dorm out of a State College than anything else.  In the downtown apartments, however, he is living the good life with stackable furniture much like our alma mater.  So much cleaner.

 

Saturday:

Irish Car bombs, green Jell-o shots, and green beer began at 9:30 am.

Left apartment with 8 others at 11:30, Jameson and Coke in hand.

Took pictures of green river.  Proceeded to Grant Park.  Called some peoples.  Watched some of the parade.

Walked back to apartment.  Pit-stop for Taco Bell on the way.  Got separated from SmallFry.  Returned to dorm with others.  He had locked door.  Little Bastard.  Passed-out in random apartment on the couch.  Woke-up.  SmallFry still not awake; door locked, phone goes unanswered.  Watched Notting Hill on the tele.

SmallFry finally wakes-up, reads text.  Apologizes a lot.  Brings me Chipotle.

Drinking resumes.

 

Sunday:

Decided against SouthSide Parade…would be too hard to escape.

Loitered.  Went to Trader Joe’s.

Caught commuter train back to Penni Lane.

Food poisoning sucks.

That's all I have to say about that.

Cooookies!

Girl Scout Cookies, anyone?

I feel like a libraaaaaaar-ian!

Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!

Do any of you know the new icon's origin?

I was hit on today by someone whom I know for a fact is married.  No, not BestBossEVER!  Mono, pull that mind out of the gutter.

By abfw's husband.

Ugh.

Why did I consent to going to Billy's...it was either him or JVP...  **shudders**

Won't we look purty in the ballroom?

I'm not dying anymore.

Also, I do not have Mono.

Going to visit SmallFry in Chi-town this weekend.  Going places alone is depressing, but I'll be drunk the whole time, so that probably only adds to the depressing bit.

Feel unloved, unwanted more and more.  Kind of sucks.  Actually, no: it *really* sucks.

For Mono

Ugh.  Don't ask me how I found this.  No, really, don't--it's a boring story, not much of a laugh.

http://rosefromearth.blogspot.com/

C'est le...?

I don't get it.

Someone explain it to me.

Please tell me!

I'm a little disconcerted that none of you know my favorite color.

This, of course, led me to the realization that I do not know any of *your* favorite colors.  Though, I could entertain a guess.

Please tell me!

Top ten things I need to learn to do:

Thing #100

I'm really glad that I did my happy blogiversary post yesterday, because this is a post of sadness.

I have been crying for just over two hours now.  I've never cried for this long.  I didn't realize so much water was in me.

MMM, I don't think I will be up for playing tomorrow.

Please, everyone, send me good vibes this weekend and into next week.  It's going to be a hard one.

#99

How am I only to 99 on this cursed thing?  Well, I shall celebrate 99 in a way no man (or woman) has ever done before!

First, two of my favorite things: Les Mis and NPH

Second, two of my favorite things: Hugh Jackman and aweful hair.  Skip to 2:35.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjRNxUadPGo

Third, a token, really, a triffle!  A random fact about me!  I can only wink with one eye, and even that wink seldom ends-up as a wink.  Mostly, it looks like I'm squinting.  Squinting with questionable intentions.

Fourth, and finally, something wonderful.  To whomever knows my favorite color, claim your something wonderful.

Aussie needs some gin.

Ever do that thing where you google your name and then a verb to see what comes up?

First one: needs.  Apparently, Google knew that I needed a drink, and decided that I should sip from the glory of a pine tree.  If Google were more perceptive, it woul dhave said that I need a friend.  Oh well.

I only slept for 9 hours last night.  It's been going down little by little.  yay.

I have to work at scuzzy branch tomorrow.  Why did I agree to work there?  I mean, I need the dollars and all, but do I really nees dollars that much?  Oh well...

I enjoyed this.

A class act

Apparently, I like high brow music.

Today at work in the back room, I was listening to a selection of Arias to pick a new one to learn and I got multiple comments. I mentioned to the first co-worker to make a comment about my music selection that I was vetting a new song to learn and she just stared. It was a bit unnerving. Then she said "Really?"

I stopped mentioning that after it was clear that that reason was even odder.

To add eveidence to the point, I really like this cover. Two of my favorite instruments!

Merr.

Old Hickory

Friends, I have often wondered at the nickname of our 7th President.

No, not the "American Lion" bit, the "Old Hickory" bit.

I know that he was a considerable opponent on the battlefield, relentless, even, especially in New Orleans, but why does that translate to "Hickory"?

And then Uncle FixIT! answered my question.  I was chatting with him in the barn and he asked me to pass him a shovel. . . so I did.  "No."  he said, scoffing at my city-girl choice of a sturdy-looking metal handled shovel with a pointy blade.  "The ground is frozen.  Give me the one with a hickory handle."

Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.

Hickory is used for the sturdy handles of farm tools, such as shovels, as well as walking sticks because it doesn't give way or bend and break easily like other woods.

My life is now complete.