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My Cool Page http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net I told you the page was cool Copyright 2001-2009 KelleyNT Wed, 10 Mar 2010 22:41:47 +0000 kelley@ministeroffabulousness.net kelley@ministeroffabulousness.net "I asked if the milk was fresh and he said 'Lady, three hours ago it was grass!'"http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2009-06-29.txt I've embarked on a journey to better health. I know, I know, you're looking at the date and wondering if you've missed New Years, but seriously, I decided I need to change a few things. I read the book “Real Food. What to Eat and Why” by Nina Planck and found it fascinating. Her main thesis is that milk should be fresh, raw and consumed daily. I’ve always loved milk, and I have fond memories of living in England and having milk delivered every morning. We had a milkman and everything! Glass bottles with aluminum caps were left in a bottle holder on our porch around four every morning. It was fresh, and since the cream always floated on top, I assume it was raw. I do know it was delicious. <lj-cut> So, I found a lady who takes orders and drives out to Winne-something Texas every week to pick up raw milk, farm fresh eggs and pastured meats. Which leads me to something else I’ve started doing: eating grass-fed and pastured meats. Most animals raised for commercial meat production are kept in over-crowded sheds and fed a diet that completely disagrees with their digestive systems. Not to mention most of the feed is made of corn. When I was but a lass I was allergic to corn. It was just a food allergy, but it was bad enough that corn was forbidden to me. Completely. I have a vivid memory of a day at preschool when I was crying and carrying on because they wouldn’t let me eat cornbread. Which is kind of funny because these days, I’m not much of a cornbread fan. Anyway, eating animals fed a diet of corn can trigger the food allergy, so while I haven’t completely switched all my food consumption over, for the most part, I eat grass-fed beef and pastured chickens. And eggs from pastured chickens. And don’t be fooled by “organic” food. As I’ve always suspected, it’s a bit of a sham. Support your local farmers, and your health, by eating natural foods, whole grains and drinking raw milk. And read Nina’s book. It was definitely an eye-opener! </lj-cut> Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:00:00 -0800 Kelley’s 25 Things About Me, Posted on Facebookhttp://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2009-01-27.txt The newest thing on Facebook is posting a list of 25 things about yourself. They can be anything: habits, shortcomings, interesting things, whatever. Then you tag people and they are supposed to do the same thing and tag you back. I thought it would be difficult to come up with 25 things, but now I’ve posted it, I keep thinking of other things I could have included. Maybe I’ll have to be an overachiever and post another 25 things. If I can remember them all by the time I get around to doing it. <lj-cut> 1) My new favorite song is Just Dance by Lady Gaga. It makes me happy to hear it and I always want to shake my groove thing when it’s on. It reminds me of the 80s dance music I loved when I was kid. 2) I was born in England, and I’ve always felt my heart is still there. 3) Over the past five years, I’ve paid off nearly $32,500 in credit card debt. I’m incredibly proud of it, although I know it was my fault I had to pay it off in the first place. 4) My perfectly manicured fingers usually smell like garlic. 5) I love the sound of breaking glass. No, I don’t go around smashing things just to hear it. 6) I can usually think of a movie quote for any occasion, and approximately 50 percent of the responses I give in conversation are either direct quotes or paraphrases. I really hate it when people try to test me or demand a quote on the spot. 7) Shockingly, I hate the Kelly song from Cheers. Yes, I’ve heard it before. No, it’s not funny. Really, not ever. 8) I’m famous for my sarcasm and biting wit. 9) I pride myself on being able to make people laugh. 10) I’m always surprised when people remember who I am. I guess I’ve never considered myself memorable. 11) I’ve learned it’s true that some things aren’t meant to last, and that the world doesn’t end when they do. In most cases, the ending is for the best. 12) I recently bought a juicer and I absolutely love it. 13) At the NHL Entry Draft in Nashville in 2003, I talked the Stanley Cup Minder Guys into taking the Stanley Cup out of its case and giving me a private audience. I have photographic evidence. 14) I haven’t slept well in about four years, at least during the week. I can usually make up for it on the weekends, but for some reason, I don’t fall asleep easily without medicated assistance. 15) I absolutely love the work I do, but I really want to do it somewhere else. 16) I really want to be married. I don’t care about a wedding. I want a strong marriage. 17) I overuse adverbs. I think it’s to compensate for the rest of the world abandoning them (“I’m real hungry” instead of “I’m really hungry. That drives me batty.). 18) A friend of mine calls me the Countess of Correction because I’m exacting about language usage. It’s kind of my job, so I don’t know what he expects. And spellcheck wouldn’t kill him. 19) There are certain movies I will always watch if they are on. The Last of the Mohicans seems to be on more than the others, but they include Tombstone, The Breakfast Club and various others I won’t admit to in public. 20) I have a list of Kelley’s Rules for Life. I am constantly adding to them. Number one is “Know your limits.” The newest one is “There’s always an asshole. Make sure it’s not you.” 21) I write down funny things my friends and I say and post them on my Web site. Since I started, the Quotes pages have been the most popular. I no longer get “update your blog” emails, I get “update the quotes pages” emails. (www.ministeroffabulousness.net) 22) I’m still incredibly proud that I learned how to be a make-up artist, and made a living at it for a significant chunk of my working life. I loved the make-up, but I hated the retail, so I had to get out of it. 23) I’ve done a lot of growing up over the past five years, which seems to have resulted me acting a bit more immature. But in a good way. 24) I have a wide array of friends and I’m proud that we can love each other even with our vast differences in beliefs. It keeps me open to new things. 25) I’ve been doing power yoga regularly since August and it’s taught me that I am the perfect me I need to be today. </lj-cut> Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:00:00 -0800 I Had No Idea It Was Bring Your Own Vietnamese Hooker Night!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2009-01-20.txt The title of this post is also the best quote of my birthday. Spoken by me, but I assure you that’s purely coincidence. Hee hee. I had a fantastic birthday, thanks in no small part to my lovely friends. I really couldn’t ask for better, and I am truly blessed. In fact, I’ve had a fantastic year so far. Mussels and his lovely Romanian wife came in town for New Year’s, and it was tremendous to see them. Then Rusty and Sarah hosted a New Year’s Day brunch to extend the time we had with the Mussels’s’s’s’s while they were here. I was late to the brunch, but only because of yoga. I’m still going to yoga, at least three times a week. Who’da thunk it?? <lj-cut> The New Year’s Day class was really amazing. The room was at capacity, so we were really crammed in there, but everyone went with it and were accommodating to their neighbors. No one got kicked in the face, and we were laughing and energized. I was so happy I went to that class. I’m also so danged proud of myself for still going. I really love it. Which is weird because I HATE this kind of yoga. I can’t explain it. I feel so good after class, I’m never sorry I’ve gone. The people at the studio are fantastic too. It just all works for me. So, update on Bustah Grimes, the newest denizen Chez Kelley: He’s a sweet boy, but Minerva still beats up on him. It’s almost funny. He’s huge, much bigger than she is, and he’ll fight back, but most of the time, he slinks around near the walls, trying not to be noticed. He’s also taken to making sure he’s in the bathroom every time I pee. It’s a little disconcerting. He’s also ejecting fur missiles all over my house. My vacuum cleaner is screaming for mercy! I wouldn’t trade it though. I can tell he’s much happier here than he was at my grandmother’s. Not that she didn’t love him, but her other cat was a freakin’ menace. I swear, that cat is registered as a lethal weapon in Alabama. So, my four day birthday weekend is over. I’m sad there’s no more time off to look forward to for a long, long while. <sigh> </lj-cut> Tue, 20 Jan 2009 00:00:00 -0800 Happy Thanksgiving To All, And To All A Good Night!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2008-11-27.txt It’s Thanksgiving Day. Yay for turkey and stuffing! I have also discovered the best way to prepare the mashed potatoes. Roast them in the oven, then mash. Delicious! My parents are visiting. It’s been interesting so far. It’s amazing to me that my mother has the ability to reduce me to quivering mass of neuroses with one comment. We’ve also had some drama because they had to bring their cat with them. Ted the diabetic cat needs shots twice a day, so they pretty much cart him everywhere. He’s an awesome blob of laid-back furry love. He really is a sweet animal. Nothing bothers him. As evidenced last night when my cat started to come out of my bedroom, saw him and started hissing and spitting and caterwauling. Most cats would run in the face of such abject hatred. Heck, most people too. But, not ole Ted. He actually ran toward Minerva, which made her fit worse. I guess he just wanted to play. He comes from a house full of cats, so he probably thinks any other cat is friendly. He’s kind of dumb. <lj-cut> I’ve been off this week, which has been great, but I haven’t used my time all that effectively. I should spend more time sleeping, but there are just so many other things to do! I’m definitely going to yoga tomorrow. Not only will it be good after all this food, but a break from the parentals wouldn’t be a bad idea at all. I hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving! I’ve gotten at least six text messages wishing me a happy day. Ah, technology! </lj-cut> Thu, 27 Nov 2008 00:00:00 -0800 You Have To Know The Past To Understand the Presenthttp://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2008-11-19.txt So, it seems to be true that you can find anyone on Facebook. Earlier this week, the mother of four sisters I was friends with in Germany sent me a friend request. It was pretty odd to see that pop up. I suppose I could spend some time trying to figure out if this means something larger, but I don’t feel like it, so I’m just going to chalk it up to life being circular. I have been nostalgic about living in Europe, though. I never wanted to leave. Too bad that at 13, I couldn’t figure out a way to stay on my own. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt like living in the US was a right fit for me. I’ve considered trying to find a job in England, but that would take some financial planning. I haven’t done much of that beyond lottery tickets (Kidding. Sort of). <lj-cut> I’m going to go work on my Quotes pages. I know there will be clamoring if they aren’t posted by the time I send out the notification of the new site. </lj-cut> Wed, 19 Nov 2008 00:00:00 -0800 Kelley Leaps Into The 21st Century!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2008-11-15.txt Here it is. I do believe it's almost ready. My first official Web site. Yeah, probably would have been more exciting 6 years ago, but hey, I don't like to jump on bandwagons. And I got a lot of shit for still hosting on geocities. I've had a TON of help, and I couldn't have done it without Canadian Matt. I would link to his Web site, but I just realized I don't know how to do that. One more question to try his patience. I'm extremely proud of myself for jumping in and learning how to change some of the coding myself. I also now know more about html color tags than any two people possibly need to. But isn't it pretty?? I like the current color scheme. If you have other opinions, let me know. Not sure how you could do that, unless you already have my email address... another question for the list. <lj-cut> Fear not, the Quotes pages will go up as soon as I can get them formatted. I'm moving all the old stuff over. Actually, not all of it, but the posts and the quotes will now have a new home. Welcome to my Ministerial realm. In a future post, I'll explain the name and how it all came about. </lj-cut> Sat, 15 Nov 2008 00:00:00 -0800 To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead.http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2008-11-05.txt I've always suspected that I'm in love with love. I think I'm attracted to the idea of the great, unrequited love affair. The lovers split by fate or forces beyond their control. The exquisite agony of true love denied. It was romantic when I was younger, but it doesn't get you laid. I wonder if I could fall in love with a person. I don't know if I could let myself take that risk. Wed, 05 Nov 2008 00:00:00 -0800 You Must Not Blame Me If I Do Talk To The Cloudshttp://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2008-11-03.txt Last Christmas, I flew to Tampa to see my parents. And by "flew to Tampa" I mean "flew to Kansas City, Indianapolis and then to Tampa." At least I got great seats, because I could move during the layovers. During the flight to KC, I was sitting by the window (rare for me) and I suddenly had the kind of urge that could only happen in the movies: I envisioned myself standing on the wing with my hands pressed to the fusilage behind me. With an abandon I don't think I've ever known, I run as fast as I can and fling myself off the tip of the wing, in a perfect swandive. I fall through the clouds, feeling them slip past my fingers until I finally flip in mid-air and drop onto a cloud, as if I were falling on to a soft bed. All I can hear is my laughter. <lj-cut> I feel like I'm standing on the wing. Will I run? </lj-cut> Mon, 03 Nov 2008 00:00:00 -0800 Brother, You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smilehttp://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-04-02.txt A few months ago, I read an article in Real Simple magazine about finding your theme song. The objective is to find the song that truly raises you up when you are down, pumps you up when you need encouragement and helps you celebrate the good times. This is all supposed to be encapsulated in one piece of music. The author provided some examples, including some songs that make me want to scream and poke people's eyes out. "I Will Survive" being the most obvious choice. I fucking hate that song. <lj-cut> Anyway, it didn't take me long to hit upon mine. It's been there for me for years now, and I have a very specific memory of when it became my theme song. I was in Houston during Spring Break for a speech tournament. Must have been 1996. And I was the only person from Tech competing, because I was trying to qualify for the national tournament. So, some of the other teams took me in, and made sure I wasn't lonely. Speech people were always great for that, actually. Very friendly and supportive, even of your greatest competition. Anyway, the team from one of the JuCo's in San Antonio was there, sans coach, and we were hanging out. We were killing time between rounds when some of the girls started singing. We would do that sometimes to warm up our "instruments" ie. our voices. Several of us joined in and we sang the song as loudly as we could, at least four times. I went into my next round energized and in a great mood. I swept the poetry event and took home the 1st place trophy and a qualification for the national tournament. I hadn't thought about the song in a long time, until I read that article. I immediately pulled out the cd, and spent the next few days singing along in the car. I've included some of the lyrics below. There are several versions, since it's from a musical, and many people have recorded it. I ought to see if I can find a few more versions out on teh intermanets. Hey, hobo man Hey, Dapper Dan You've both got your style But Brother, You're never fully dressed Without a smile! Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly They stand out a mile — But Brother, You're never fully dressed Without a smile! Who cares what they're wearing On Main Street, Or Saville Row, It's what you wear from ear to ear And not from head to toe (That matters) So, Senator, So, Janitor, So long for a while Remember, You're never fully dressed Without a smile! Sing with me! </lj-cut> Mon, 02 Apr 2007 00:00:00 -0800 I'd Like To Thank The Academyhttp://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-02-26.txt I had a great weekend. While culminating in a rather boring Oscar ceremony, it was still great up until then. Actually, the Oscars weren't that boring, but come on, give out the awards and let us get on with our lives. Seriously, how many "special" segments are were going to be forced to sit through. And it seemed to me there weren't that many of the usual glamazons there. Just the ones who were either nominated or there presenting. My Sunday was great. Before the Oscars, my friend called me, and in his own roundabout, annoying way invited me to the Stars game. It was a lot of fun, as those things usually are. The Stars took some time to get their act together, and kept us there for a nail-biter of an OT. At least we didn't get to a shoot-out. Much as I love them, they still give me palpitations. My days in the ECHL did nothing to abate the wracking of nerves a shoot-out will cause. <lj-cut> Saturday was good, in all the right ways. Friday night was restful. I stayed home and watched the Stars game on my telemovision. Then I caught up on my tv shows, ate a yummy salad, and went to bed. I do love being in bed. Me and Sunny von Bulow. Of course, I don't want to end up like her. Talk about being careful what you wish for. I have a kitchen sink full of dishes waiting for me. Bleh. I wasn't able to get the stuff done yesterday I needed to. Although, I will say it was definitely worth it. </lj-cut> Mon, 26 Feb 2007 00:00:00 -0800 As I Was Saying OOOOOH SPARKLY!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-02-23.txt I love it when the drugs kick in. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I'm taking drugs because my chiropractor is sick. My original appointment was yesterday, but my phone does this crazy thing where it reverts to silent mode whenever it feels like it. Thus, I did not notice the message telling me not to bother to come in. Then they called this morning and he's still out, so no bone-cracking for Kelley today. Thus, the drugs. It's going to be Random Thought Day, because I have not the inclination to try to connect everything. Actually, it might be frightening if I could. <lj-cut> One of my cow-orkers said her horoscope told her stay in bed today. It reminded me that two weeks ago, I had one horoscope or another tell me that practically every day. The irony being, I don't read my horoscope until I get to work. Tuesday, I decided to venture out to post office, so I left a bit early for lunch in an attempt to miss the crowds. Boy, that didn't work. At least they opened up three stations to get us through quickly. In all honesty, it wasn't too bad. On my way back from the post office, I spotted a panel truck at a red light. It was a fresh meat delivery truck. The side panels held a wealth of information on their services. They have carcasses and pulled pork (not a fan of the word "carcass" but I understand some people like the whole pig). They also have hickory smoked ham and bacon. Mmmmmm... bacon. WTF is box beef?? That was the final item on their list of products, and I have to say, curious as I may be, I'm not sure I really want to know. Today was the first day this week that I made it to work on time. Everyone else was late. Why do I bother? So, apparently, we have new people who have joined our organization. Um... I didn't know anyone had left. I felt really bad when I realized I haven't seen a cow-orker in weeks, but it didn't occur to me until today. I guess I really do stay in my little cocoon. Woot! It's lunch time. I'm going shopping. Well, just to Sam's. But still... </lj-cut> Fri, 23 Feb 2007 00:00:00 -0800 Da Bears!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-02-05.txt The Superbowl party was fun. Small, but still fun. The food was great, and I'm sure I ate more than I should have. Who knew bacon-wrapped club crackers baked in the oven would be so damned good? My date bars were a hit too. They would have been great with ice cream. I'll have to remember that for next year. The game was interesting. It poured with rain in Miami the entire game, which created its own challenges, but the Colts emerged triumphant. It's funny, the Bears opened the game with a 96-yard kick return for a touchdown, and my first thought was "they're going to lose." Actually, I was prescient another time: when the Colts lined up for their first extra point, I said "don't fuck up" right before the snap. And the ball catcher guy fumbled it, so Vinatieri couldn't kick it. Dorene ordered me never to speak again. <lj-cut> Prince blew out the half-time show. It was fantastic. Truly amazing. I was really impressed. He is such a showman. For all the weirdness, and the crazy, he's always been a consummate musician and performer. Oh, the crazy isn't over, he's now a Jehovah's Witness. But as long as the songs keep coming. Somewhere, last night, Dave Grohl was hanging his head in shame. When I got home, about 9:30 (You drink a bottle of champagne and see how late you stay up!), I puttered around a little, decided I didn't want to clean the kitchen and went to put on my pajamas. When I was kid, I once heard my mom say "Cold hands, warm heart" to someone with cold hands. My hands were always warm, so I thought that meant I had a cold heart. I was really worried about that for a long time. Yeah, no worries anymore, as I found out last night when I reached back to take off my bra. My hands were freezing; I ended up doing an odd cavort around my (very cold tiled) bathroom, trying to get away from my own hands while using them to remove clothing. I am SO glad there are no hidden cameras in my house. Ok, so this is actually being added after the last paragraph, but this just proves that a) I am able to remember things on my own and b) yeah, not always everything. But anyway... so, if you aren't reading Order of the Stick, you are a huge dork. If you are already reading it, and/or understand it once you do read it, you are big geek, and I have to love you cause so am I. Seriously though, it's an online comic that is just effing hysterical. I've been waiting for the new one today, but so far no updates. Boo! So, this is kind of funny: I had a list going at work of things I wanted to mention (see, I'm learning about the keeping a list thing!) but it's at work. And since I'm a good girl (cue halo) I didn't update at work. The downside is, I have no friggin' clue what I was thinking of putting up here. I guess I can check my notes in the morning. Tomorrow, I need to put together a file (yeah, like I have any place to actually put file folders) of all the 2008 presidential candidates and their plans for health care. Wooooooooo... Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. My dryer is broken. <sigh> At least I found out when I was trying to warm up my pajamas, as opposed to finding out with a washer full of wet clothing. </lj-cut> Mon, 05 Feb 2007 00:00:00 -0800 Punt? Is That Like Boating?http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-02-04.txt Happy Superbowl Sunday! I'm about to go get ready for the par-tee. The date bars are baked, the champagne is cold, and it's time to get pretty. It's also my mommy's birthday. I'm sure she's thrilled to have the Superbowl on her birthday, being the HUGE sports fan she is. Sorry, I'll stop with the sarcasm. She probably doesn't even know it's Superbowl Sunday. Which is sad because I bet she would enjoy the commercials. I need to call her. I might call from the party and get everyone to yell into the phone. <lj-cut> I've reformatted to Quotes pages, so I'm going back and filling in with new ones. So, read through all the pages for the new stuff. I'm off to eat terrible for me food and drink too many mimosas.</lj-cut> Sun, 04 Feb 2007 00:00:00 -0800 The Underpants Gnomes Are Stealing My Last Pair of Tighty Whities!http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-01-31.txt I'm going to rename my cat. Her new name is Barfy. Barfy the cat. It's getting ridiculous. It all started a few weeks ago when I had to put her on antibiotics. After a few days, she started barfing everywhere. Unfortunately, she's still do it. Why is it always in the middle of night? It always forces me out of my nice warm bed because I get paranoid she's barfed on my couch. On the bright side, I've never been happier to have hardwood and tile floors. I think we're going to proceed with a collection of random things I've been thinking about lately. <lj-cut> For years now, I've slept on a neck supporting contour pillow. I love them. So much so, that my mommy bought one for their guest room, so I have one when I visit. Anyway, somehow in my nocturnal tossing and turning, I keep flipping the pillow over. Now, I know back in the days of the flat pillows, I would occasionally wake up enough to flip the pillow over to the cool side. But these days, not so much with the remembering. It's really weird. I mean, these are not lightweight pillows. Either, I don't wake up as easily as I used to, or hobgoblins are sneaking into my room at night and magically flipping my pillow. I wonder if they know the underpants gnomes... I have no holidays between now and Memorial Day. God, I miss Spring Break. I have a couple of good Spring Break stories. One involves a road trip to New Orleans and the other involves a few cans of paint. Maybe I'll wait until Spring Break time to share those. I am unbelievably in love with the vanilla sandalwood home fragrance oil from Bath and Body Works. It's just heavenly. I got this bottle from Seren during Kelley's Birthday Week. I'm going to need a new bottle soon. I pretty much keep the oil burner (also a present from Seren) going all the time. That reminds me: I need tea lights next time I'm at Michael's. I've turned into a card-playin' ole biddy. I taught Seren how to play Canasta and now we're obsessed. And she's been kicking my ass lately. She claims it's because I taught her so well. I appreciate that sentiment, but it still makes me a loser. I learned to play in college. We used to play in the dorms when we should have been studying. I really do love the game. And I found out a few other friends play as well, but I think we're going to have a showdown over the rules. I'll just have to show them my spiffy link. I don't adhere completely to the rules I linked to. But some of their rules are just dumb. I'm feeling the need to make a mix cd. I'll have to ponder the songs I want on this one. I'm feeling a bit pensive/gospel-ey/songs I can belt out in the car. We'll see what I come up with. </lj-cut> Wed, 31 Jan 2007 00:00:00 -0800 He’s Rollin’ Wid Da G Fidty Nine?http://www.ministeroffabulousness.net/?type=journal&item=2007-01-29.txt Urgh. This past week has been chockful of life lessons. I should start writing those down as well. The most important one I've learned, and have demonstrated this evening, is that when your plan is to go home and have a drink, it's best not to deviate from the plan. Deviation from such plans can really only lead to heartbreak. And postponement of booze. And who wants that?? Saturday night, I won at Bingo. That's right. Bingo. And it was fun! Seren took me and Fuck You David to the Allen High School Baseball Team Booster Club Bingo Night. And I won a massage. I haven't decided when I'm going to use it yet, but I have a feeling it will be soon. Maybe I'll go Friday. That might be a good way to kick off Superbowl Weekend. I have a strange love of Superbowl Sunday. I'm not sure why. I just love it. Superbowl parties are always fun. I have quite a few good memories and some stories I probably shouldn't repeat. One of my former bosses always takes off the Monday after the Superbowl. Now, I'm not that kind of alcoholic, but I am always disappointed when Superbowl Sunday is over and I have to go home and go to bed. <lj-cut> Rockstar Rob and my favorite Messican American Indian (Indian Messican? I'll have to ask him) are having a par-tee. I think I promised Rob some Date Bars. I bet those can be arranged. I had a bit of excitement on the work front today. Unfortunately, I can't really go into it and I can't respond to the asshat who was baiting us, but suffice to say the organization I work for has a few non-fans. It's really funny to me what some people choose to attack. It's almost time for my tv shows. I suppose that means it's about time for my next Television Review. But now, I think it's time for pudding. </lj-cut> Mon, 29 Jan 2007 00:00:00 -0800