1. I’ve finally figured out my TT number… whew!
2. I’ve got two suits hanging in my closet.
3. The larger of the two I could wear after losing a few pounds.
4. You may recall the whole thing about wearing it to a funeral.
5. The smaller of the two suits is now too big for me!
6. I have another funeral to attend and… what will I wear??
7. With more pounds/inches to lose, clothing shopping is out.
8. I just bring a huge bag of stuff to the Salvation Army bin.
9. Some of it was brand new, most of it barely ever worn!
10. I said a good-bye to the old me as I pushed the bag inside.
11. It was a very short but meaningful ceremony.
12. It was an uncle of mine who passed away a few days ago.
13. He’s been dead to me for years — a very long story…

Can you believe I’m letting him sit on the couch?? :)

Can anybody suggest something to watch while I’m on the treadmill in the morning?

I’ve been recording/watching The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, but… Problem #1 — it’s only on four days a week. Problem #2 — Wifey wants to watch it in the evening.

So I’m looking for something else to fill in with. I’m looking for something that’s an hour long and entertaining. I guess it doesn’t have to be on every day, since I could mix and match.

Please help me with this most serious problem! What should I watch?

Rudy, is this true?

Giuliani firm tied to monitoring developer

I found this amusing and had to share it. I don’t know where it came from, but I heard it yesterday listening to C-SPAN. I googled it and happened to find it here…

demographics of newspapers

1.The Wall Street Journal is read by the people who run the country.
2.The Washington Post is read by people who think they run the country.
3.The New York Times is read by people who think they should run the country and who are very good at crossword puzzles.
4.USA Today is read by people who think they ought to run the country but don’t really understand The New York Times. They do, however, like their statistics shown in pie charts.
5.The Los Angeles Times is read by people who wouldn’t mind running the country — if they could find the time — and if they didn’t have to leave Southern California to do it.
6.The Boston Globe is read by people whose parents used to run the country and did a poor job of it , thank you very much.
7.The New York Daily News is read by people who aren’t too sure who’s running the country and don’t really care as long as they can get a seat on the train.
8.The New York Post is read by people who don’t care who is
running the country as long as they do something really scandalous, preferably while intoxicated.
9.The Miami Herald is read by people who are running another
country but need the baseball scores.
10. The San Francisco Chronicle is read by people who aren’t sure if there is a country or that anyone is running it; but if so, they oppose all that they stand for. There are occasional exceptions if the leaders are handicapped minority feminist atheist dwarfs who also happen to be illegal aliens from any other country or galaxy, provided of course, that they are not Republicans.
11. The National Enquirer is read by people trapped in line at the grocery store.
12. The Oregonian is read by people who have recently caught a fish and need something in which to wrap it.

1. It would be easy to say, I’m so sick of winter about now.

2. I do think, though, I can survive a bit more of this.

3. Good thing, since there are two more months of it left!

4. At least we’re going someplace warm at the end of February.

5. Same place as two years ago, if you know where that is.

6. I’m hoping I’ll have access to a treadmill down there!

7. LOL and don’t anyone suggest I bring my trainer!

8. Angel will be at my house every day that week.

9. But how it pains me that I’ll be so far away!

10. I haven’t seen her for the longest time.

11. And I really, really miss her.

12. I try not to think about her too much.

13. If only she could see what she inspired me to do!=

I’ve been avoiding Lori, I know I have. Because I know what she wants.

She just wants to pump ::clap:: me up. Yes, no more eight miles a day for me, which is what I’ve been doing. Yup, four miles at home in the morning, and then another four miles at work.

But no more. She tells me I look thin and… what did she say? “Stoopy,” maybe? I don’t know. She mimicked me sitting at my computer all day. And too much cardio, she said. Go figure.

So yes, tomorrow we’re going to set up a program for her to make me look… how did she put it? Like I work out. LOL!

This morning when I got to work, two people said something. “Gee, you’re going to need a new wardrobe!” — Don’t remind me, cha-ching!

And “what have you been doing?” was the other one. Running, mostly. LOL, not anymore!

If you go to the mailbox one day and find a check there…

Don’t forget WHOSE economy you’re supposed to be stimulating. Please take that money and buy American!

This message brought to you by the economy. Thank you. :)

I ran across a key not too long ago. Of course, the way my mind works, it could have been years ago. It just seems like it was this summer.

Doesn’t really matter, I guess.

I don’t remember doing anything with the key. On the contrary, I guess I do remember thinking I should just leave it where it was. I don’t remember why I might have thought something like that. And I can’t imagine why I would ever think something like that. I just think that’s what I remember I did.

I know, it’s all a bit sketchy. Mysterious, even.

This morning I was in the basement tidying up a bit. Well, if Courtney is going to work on her basement… I just don’t want to feel left out, is all.

And then there’s this computer desk that I need to move from upstairs down to the basement so I can get my DVR off of my workbench. Yeah, I know. All the sawing and hammering and whatnot, can’t be very good for it.

Oh yeah, the key. So right next to the workbench, next to the spot where the DVR is currently set up… And I should point out that right above that is where my TV is, and there is the audio cable and the s-video cable going up into the wall — well, the point is that the DVR needs to stay pretty close to where it currently sits, that’s all.

Anyway, right next to the workbench is this wooden box. Big wooden box, like a trunk. No, not like an elephant’s trunk. I should go measure it. I’m afraid, though, that if I get up to measure the box, you all will take the opportunity to sneak off, and I’ll be left here all by my lonesome. No? You’ll be here when I get back? Promise? OK. Hang on.

OK, it’s 36 inches wide, 17 inches tall, and 23 inches deep. Big wooden box. And what’s inside? That’s just it — I don’t know what’s inside. I know what’s NOT inside, and that’s nothing. I moved the box to make room for the aforementioned computer desk. So I know there’s something in the box.

But you see, the box is locked. And not with some cheap, crappy combination locks. Like in high school, when you left a love note in this girl’s locker and then you thought, oh my god, what have I done, and you turn it this way and that and you feel for the spot where it picks up the thingy inside and then you turn it the other way until… well I’m just saying it’s not that kind of lock.

Heavy duty. I know I used to keep stuff in there I didn’t want anybody to get their hands on. Secret stuff. But I thought I moved all that to another, more secure location. I just don’t know.

Maybe it’s cash I stashed for a rainy day. Maybe it’s a supply of canned goods for, you know — just in case. Maybe it’s spare ammunition — ditto.

I’ve just gotta find that key, because maybe it’s… so where do you all think I put that key? And what do you think might be in that box? And no fair lurking on this one. I need your help!!

We used to get it all the time, the January thaw… you’d be all excited to have this snow on the ground and then… POOF, it was gone!

And then you got to be grownup, wishing for the snow to go away, waiting for that brief new year’s respite from the white fluffies and then… SIGH, nothing.

Well this year, just in time for EVERYBODY to get out and vote — OK, only sixty percent of us, thank you very much! — we got up in to the 40’s 50’s 60’s — hmm, maybe it was some kind of meteorological prophecy!

The whole week has been nice… and then last night the rain came, just as they said it would.

But just minutes ago… ::rumble::rumble:: HUH? ::rumble::rumble:: WHAT?

I’m pretty much expecitng to see frogs falling from the sky. Yes, it’s the 11th of January and we’ve got a thunderstorm going on out there. And I was going to head out early, but not until it’s a little saner weatherwise.

So what, is God angry that Hillary won? Or that Huckabee lost? LOL, I voted for McCain — strike me down! LOL ::zap::