Friday

So far I have managed to avoid spending any more money, and my payment to Leigh will be my last for a while.  

The death trifecta has been completed with the loss yesterday of the great Harvey Korman.  Previous in the trifecta were Dick Martin and Sidney Pollack.  Brilliant men, one and all.  Go forth and do great things gentlemen.  Go do that vooodoooo that you dooo so welllllllll!!!

Am remarkably awake this morning, hope to make the best of it.  Foots (feet) hurt pretty bad, but I'm getting good at ignoring the pain.  

I saw a t.v. offer for space bags last night that is indeed a bargain.  Seven bags for $20, all large or better.  They are at least $17 at KMart for just a couple of large bags.  I thought about calling, but put it off. However, I can share the bags I don't use with mom, so they will be put to good use, which makes it worth the money.  So much for avoiding spending money, eh?  I have yet to open the last bags I bought, but I do have things to put in them. Maybe this weekend.  

The angry, miserable attitude is still with me this morning.  I hope to shake it by sleeping in tomorrow, and then doing some stuff around the house.  Going to try and get Scarlett to help with the promise of Red Lobster with Brent, or perhaps a movie.  I'm leaning toward movie, since that's not a food reward.  We need to steer clear of food rewards, because she's eating everything in sight already.  I'm worried that she's going to gain too much because she's not getting enough exercise.  Dance is over for the season, and it really wasn't enough anyway.  I set a poor example.  

Well I guess I'm done for now.  Latah bebbehs.

 

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Good Lord.  I find President Bush 
quite humorous, but somehow it
still disturbs me that he mugs 
for the camera like this. 



 

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From Writer's Block: 
If a newborn baby of unknown origins suddenly fell into your care, what would you do? If you kept it, what would you name it?

Well I'll be damned! I had my answer and several other memes all typed out and the fucker has eaten them. I fucking hate LJ.

At any rate, if I had this "newborn baby" I'd keep it, unless one of those people I love exerted undue pressure to convince me otherwise. I'd name her Savannah, or him Jonathan. And I'd love him and pet him and call him George. etc. 



Now, for meme two, from the bodalicious padiwack: 

Here are the rules:

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

( What she asked of me, and how I replied. )