How do I like Thunderbird? It’s working out pretty well. It displays my emails nicely. Everything came over from Outlook except for some pre-Y2K messages in which the dates show up all screwy. Otherwise it is a nice little program. I can’t gush over it since it is just a basic email program but really that is all I need.

I should be at the airport right now but instead I am snowed in. Tomorrow the snow should stop and the roads and sky will be back under control and I can fly out safely. It is nice to get an extra day at home. However, have you been so completely swamped with work it is almost impossible to even get just a little bit accomplished? Every time I try to focus on one task, my attention gets pulled in another direction. I feel like I am not making any headway. What would Wonder Woman do? Well, if I were her, I would take my invisible jet and fly away to Bermuda. Good thing I am not a Super Heroine.

When it comes to computers, something is always breaking. Ever since I upgraded Norton Anti-Virus, Outlook started locking up on me. Yesterday I clicked on the, “Send Error Message to Microsoft” dialog box and it returned with the message, “Click here for update to correct error.” Like a fool I chose to update Outlook. I thought I was running a patch. No no, that would have been too easy. What actually occured is somehow, this update updated Outlook to the next VERSION! That would be pretty cool if I had purchased Office 2003, alas, I have no current Product Key. Suddenly, the email program that I have been using for absolute years is telling me I have to purchase a product key for $150 or else, I can’t send mail. I considered spending the money but then I realized, there are other email programs out there— I don’t have to use Microsoft. Last night I downloaded Eudora. I used Eudora many many many moons ago on my old 286 laptop with the monochrome screen loaded with Windows for Workgroups 3.11. I thought Eudora might be the program for me but it didn’t display my emails well. This morning I downloaded Thunderbird. It is still importing my settings. I hope Thunderbird works for me. FINGERS CROSSED.

Beau-Beau’s got Peter Lorre eyes!

Taking a shower

Mr. Beau-Beau to you!

Chillin’

Last night Lisa, Lanke, and I went to Sir Isaac Newton’s in Newtown. We sat at the bar and drank Stella Artois and ate appetizers. Sitting next to me was a nice man who also loved old movies. We talked on and on about the Golden Age of Hollywood. As we were leaving he asked for my number. I declined but instead gave him donnaville.com. Ken, if you remembered the URL, WELCOME! It was nice talking to you last night!

This afternoon, Lisa and I made matzoh ball soup. It was delicious! We cut up chicken and nuked it in the microwave. On the stovetop we brought chicken stock to a boil. We later added the chicken, carrots and peas. The matzoh balls came from a mix. It didn’t take us much longer than a half hour to cook everything up.

My mom is angry at me because I wrote about locking my door to my bedroom. She’s afraid that I might have insulted our friends. That wasn’t my intention. I was just writing about what happened just as I write about a ton of other silly things that happen to me. So, please don’t be hurt or angry with me, I didn’t mean to upset anyone.

Lisa and I are stuck. We have been trying to fill out Beauregard’s American Kennel Club papers and we are having a hard time completing his name! Sure, we have Beauregard but we have 20 more boxes available to us that could contain letters! Plus, the AKC suggests choosing a unique name. Here are some of the ideas we’ve had:

Beauregard Maximus
Beauregard Le Moko
Beauregard Bandito
Beauregard Chin Chen

Anyone have something better? Leave me a comment!

I AM BACK HOME! Lisa picked me up at the airport with little Beauregard sleeping on her lap. I swear he grew since I saw him last week! Instead of going home, Lisa took me to the doctor. I have a sinus infection. The doctor prescribed an anitbiotic, told me I was underweight, and showed me the door. Lisa and I then went home to our parents. Mom loves playing with Beauregard and calls him her grandson. We hung around all evening, finally leaving around 9:00.

During the week, Lisa had some friends come over for dinner. The last time these friends came over, Lisa excused herself to get something in the next room and when she came back, she found our friends IN MY BEDROOM! As you all know I travel to Chicago weekly and so it is very difficult for me to keep my room spic and span. The door was closed because my room was a mess. Apparently our friends were so overcome by the mess (which really wasn’t that bad), they called my mother to tell her I was a pig. SO knowing they were coming over again, I instructed Lisa to lock my bedroom door. Although my door has a lock, it doesn’t have a key but I figured how difficult could it be to jimmy the lock? It took Lisa and me an hour to finally get the door open! Well, at least I didn’t have to worry about my mom hearing about my messiness.

The night before I talked to one of my eHarmony matches. The conversation flowed great until we got on the topic of the movie Trading Places which he had just seen a few days ago.
“I know that movie, Danny Ackroyd and Ed Murphy, right?”
“Yeah, and Jamie Lee Curtis”
“I don’t remember her in it.”
“Don’t remember? Oh my God, Trading Places is now my absolutely favorite Jamie Lee Curtis movie. She was freakin’ beautiful in it… She played a hooker!”
“Do you believe in an interventionist God?” This is typically the question I ask when I desperately want to change conversation topics.

I am praying that this conversation does not foretell of future issues, i.e. he patronizes hookers or that he is a latent homosexual since he apparently favors angular women who sport butch haircuts. I refuse to fret over this, perhaps it means nothing at all.

I had such an odd dream last night. River Phoenix and Ricky Schroeder came over to my house and I was so excited! A woman with three poodles also visited. Her poodles had multi-colored, dreadlocks coating their bodies.
“What kind of a poodle is that?” I asked the woman.
“My poodles are from England and all English poodles come in fluorescent colors!” The poodles then started to urinate on my carpet. I ran and got towels. Ricky and River didn’t help me but turned their backs and I had to clean up the urine all by myself.

My flight home was cancelled. I had a strong feeling that would happen so I rescheduled my flight for tomorrow and checked back into my normal hotel. This evening, after my dinner I heard what sounded like a series of bomb blasts. My heart absolutely dropped and I ran to the window and ripped back the curtains. What greeted me was a sky full of fireworks! My hotel overlooks the river and sitting in the middle of the water was a barge from which all these fireworks sprung! It was amazingingly beautiful. I leaned against the window and I could feel every explosion. The ashes drifted past my window! It was incredible.

My head hurts. I don’t feel good. All I want is to go home and sleep. My mother called and said that major snow is expected and I might have problems getting home tomorrow night. UGH!!! I have no clue. Do I reschedule? Do I risk it?

Who is responsible for closed captioning? I just watched an interview with closed captioning on and the guy said “hero” and the closed captioning read “he row.” Must be a computer.

I am so tired. Time to sleep.

On my way back to my room I saw a sign that read:
AFRICAN DRUMMING
Room 2042
Drums provided

I am in room 2142!!! I am hoping it is a joke.

But I must.

It’s not bad this week. I leave on Thursday. That seems to make all the difference. As long as I have a complete weekend, I am good.