Tuesday, January 12, 2010
RTT - Where I prove that I am poor, lazy and a klutz. Wow ! That makes me feel great.
Yay! It's Tuesday. The day to pull together all those disjointed thoughts. I seem to have plenty these days. Anyhoo, if you want to read more crazy talk head over the Keely's place. She'll fix you right up.
We made the top 50. Librarian is the 46th best job according to the Wall Street Journal. Of course, We'd be number 1 if our salary wasn't laughable. Laughable as "I got a Master's degree for this" laughable. But Hey, we're number 46, we're number 46. Go Librarian!
Here is your chance to vote on Barbie's next profession. Your choices are Environmentalist, Surgeon, Architect, News Anchor, and Computer Engineer. Let's all remember that Barbie is 50 years old. So News Anchor is just not in the cards for her. Sure the B*tch looks great but at 50 she has got to be menopausal. Starting a new career at 50 is hard enough but one where you have to look good while your male 50 year old co-anchor can look like he's just rolled in from an all night bender while snacking on a chili dog is stretching it a bit much. Barbie WILL snap and it won't be pretty. I'm sure the her co-anchor Ken fatty-pants will be dismembered, slowly. Anyone want to speculate on what a Barbie computer engineer would look like?
I finally de-Christmasized my house on Saturday. I know I should have done it last weekend but I was lazy. I preferred to paint, read, drink, sleep, do laundry, wash the dog, pretty much anything then take down the garland and tree. Truly that is all I had up garland and a tree. I didn't go all crazy with the Christmas decorations. Which pretty much shows you how incredibly lazy I've been in 2010. I'm off to a banner year of laziness. Yay me!
Let's keep with the theme of Michele's weirdness. Remember the Natchez incident? Where I prove what a klutz I am. Well, I've one up'd that one. While playing racquetball on Thursday I went for the ball (placed, I might add, right in the corner) and ended up giving myself a black eye, bruised nose, scraped knee and jammed knuckle. I obviously have no sense of my surroundings or any self-preservation. No more dangerous sports for me. This edict includes: racquetball, volleyball, basketball, wrestling, and most importantly walking the dogs.
That's it for me. Head over yonder to Keely's to rustle up a heaping bowl of randomness from others.