Where's the Tequila?
I want a margarita. Actually, I want more than one. You know why I can't have one? The damn Mormons control the local government and thus, the liquor licenses in this town and they won't give the very nice Mexicans a license. I don't want to drink margaritas at home. I want to be out enjoying one in a bar, but the only way to do that is to drive 40 miles and that screws with the ability to drink multiple margaritas.
I bet Jesus would like margaritas. If he'd been in Mexico instead of the Middle East, instead of turning the water into wine, he'd have turned water into tequila. Right? Okay so the Spanish first distilled agave in the 1500's when they ran out of brandy, but he totally could have done it a lot earlier. You'd need a lot less tequila to make a crowd happy than wine.
Presents!
I never get anything good in the mail (unless it's more books from Booksfree), but yesterday I got this from my brother...
Kind of random. I do live on the Oregon Trail and I am quite sad that I apparently did not make it home.
Mixed Tape!
Today was garbage day, so I decided to go through a bunch of stuff to see what I could throw away before the real hardcore packing begins and my trash can is overflowing.
I found two Walkmans (the tape playing kind) in my bedroom and then downstairs I found a bag of mixed tapes. Greatest. Thing. Ever.
Tonight instead of listening to my iPod while working, I used the Walkman. I found a tape where I'd taped songs off the radio including such gems as the Monkees "Daydream Believer", Kenny Loggins "Back to Pooh Corner" and Harry Chapin "Cats in the Cradle". I also managed to tape the weather report (looks like snow), the news (President Clinton did something) and ads (the movie rental place had new releases White Fang 2 and Sirens). Given the movies and the weather, I'd say this tape was made sometime around late fall 1994.
I also found a mixed tape an ex boyfriend made for me in college. My car only had a tape player so I was pretty stuck. The tape is an awesome workout tape because he was a DJ on the side and it's mostly dance remixes.
Next up are some much older tapes that I know are my first attempts at creating the perfect mixed tape. I think was 10 or 11 at the time. My week of work has just become a million times more enjoyable.
Random Thoughts
- Do you ever wonder about the elite media pundits who talk politics and claim to know what middle America or the average Joe wants? They live in Washington or Manhattan, rarely leaving except to head to somewhere like Los Angeles, and yet, they dissect who and what the people of flyover country are and what they want. I hate it when these people speak for me and act as if we are all one group of stupid idiots whose only purpose in life is to shop at Walmart (the horror!) and eat at McDonald's.
- I wonder how people brush the very back part of their mouth without getting toothpaste all over their hand. This is a trick I cannot master.
- How much destruction is too much? George is still alive even though he completely destroyed the inside of my parents' brand new car. Apparently, he caused thousands of dollars worth of damage, as well as tearing his wound open again and bleeding all over everything. I surprised my dad exercised the restraint to not shoot "that damn dog". Note: They'd leave George at home, but since his surgery it's been tough to leave him home alone for too long. He has some issues.
- My mom called me the other day to tell me that she doesn't think George can go to his kennel anymore - it's called the Four Legged Lodge.
- Wow, Joe Biden is an idiot.
- Anyone seen the commercial for the show More to Love? These are "real" women because they are plus sized. Does that make me fake?
They Stole Einstein's Brain
Random trivia I learned tonight on Red Eye. Apparently, Einstein was autopsied after his death (no details on why) and someone stole his brain. It turned up 40 years later in Minnesota. The pathologist thought maybe he could find the genius in the brain, but it seems Einstein's brain was just like everyone else's.
Second random fact, most people who are autopsied in hospital autopsies are buried without their brain. It's kept and studied for a month or so after the death and then cremated. Unless of course, the family wants brain and body together. Then they exhume the body and replace the brain.
The things you learn watching late night television. Thanks Dr. Baden!
Confessions of a Non-Shopaholic
As you know, I'm cheap. I hate spending money on things and really try to buy only the things I need. Doesn't always work, but mostly, it's not a problem.
I read Sophie Kinsella's Confessions of a Shopaholic yesterday. Who the hell liked this book? I wanted to kill the main character. I get that it's supposed to be funny and you're supposed to laugh and feel superior. Instead, I just found myself getting angrier and angrier as the book went on and wanted to shake the girl. She's thousands of dollars (or pounds) in debt and yet she continues to spend, spend, spend. Creditors are after her, her VISA is cancelled, but does she learn a lesson from this? Is she forced to quit spending, get evicted, have her wages garnished, anything that might be a consequence to her ridiculous spending and avoidance of creditors? Oh no. In the end, she's able to make more money and pay down some of her debt. Then spends a couple hundred pounds on sunglasses.
God what a miserable book. I only finished it because I wanted to see if she'd learn something. I don't get the total love for this series. And I can't imagine wanting to read several more books about this stupid character.
So It's July 7th
And we're still enjoying lots of fireworks/firecrackers. Gracie is not doing so well with that. She spend half an hour on the 4th in the bathroom closet. This is the same bathroom she absolutely will not enter ever - unless she's terrified out of her mind apparently.
Today I was out on my deck reading and she was off doing something (probably digging under the fence) when someone set off some firecrackers. I looked up to see her tearing across the lawn to get inside ASAP. She won't even go outside without me. It's not funny but really it is. Poor dog.
Bang!
Gracie climbed under the bed at 5 PM. I don't think she quite understands what's headed her way in just a few minutes.
A summer with lots of rain and thus, no fire bans = Fireworks galore
