I am so good! And my next prediction is…..

The gal is going to win the competition

I say this not just because I think she is pretty and has a great butt… actually those are the only reasons. I am not a fan of her type of singing. I can’t take any of those “belters.” I blame Barbra Streisand. I blame Barbra Streisand for a lot of things. Sometimes when I can’t find a shoe, I scream, “Damn you Barbra!” It’s not rational, I know, I simply can’t help it.

I think that Alf kid is leaving tonight!

I have 5 meetings set for today. That’s pretty good. A few weeks ago I heard someone brag about 4 meetings so I felt compelled to schedule 5. Usually my sales manager accompanies me but today the principal of the company is riding with me. When I found out, my first thought was, “Hooray, now I can wear the dress I wore to the meetings last week!” You see, my sales manager has already seen me in it. I am actually pretty excited. I think it should be a good day. I am not worried.

This gave me CHILLS!!!

There were a ton of rainbows yesterday! Maybe it was the same rainbow but I kept viewing it from different angles. I don’t know. All I know is that it was quite beautiful.

24 is just about finished. Next week we have the 2 hour season finale! Who wants to bet Jack Bauer saves the day in just the nick of time? Too obvious. Okay, how about 1/2 the major characters get killed off while Jack Bauer saves the day in just the nick of time? Just before he collapses from exhaustion? The producers must believe that adrenaline is one heck of an upper because I wake up at 5:00 and when 10:00 rolls around I am just near collapse. And all I do is sit in an office. I couldn’t imagine going through Jack Bauer’s last 24 hours. Halting an airport terrorist attack, stopping the seepage of nerve gas into CTU headquarters, escaping from a locked room (2x), hijacking a plane, etc… I have a hard enough time getting the mail, doing a load of laundry and emptying the dishwasher in one day.

The sun is shining but it is raining. I was cooking up some pasta when the thunder rolled by loud and long. Bo ran right into the kitchen and practically walked himself up my leg and into my arms. The thunder has stopped but he is still shaking. He’ll forget about it soon.

Call dentist and get appointment
Deposit checks
Finish last load of laundry
Store sweaters
Call association and see when they will follow through with the new drain spout
Go grocery shopping
Buy a phone that comes with a headset
Scan receipts and submit expense report!
Register for College Reunion
Get doctor to update my file with new address (it’s been over 2 years!)

I am very happy with this weekend; we accomplished so much! Our courtyard looks beautiful! The refrigerator is cleaned out of all the disgusting food we forgot about and just pushed to the back. My laundry is very nearly almost finished. The USB Ethernet Adapter driver is installed on my dad’s computer and it’s working. Lisa’s resume is fine tuned. And finally, the garbage is out on the curb. After all of this, we still managed to get out on Saturday for a night on the town! Amazing!

Last night was great fun! Gringo Motel was fab! I really loved their music. They also had a pretty crazy sense of humor. “This song is about a man who loves a chicken, a little too much.” The only lyrics were, “Here chicky chicky!” Daphne also played music right up my alley although I wish they sounded a little more gypsy. I say this because if I am listening to Gypsy jazz, I want it to evoke Marlene Dietrich and Ray Milland in Golden Earrings. I want it to evoke the Gypsy meat platter I ate in Bratislava. If it doesn’t evoke these things, then IT’S NOT GYPSY ENOUGH! In terms of Gypsy, I would say it ranked just below The Virgin and the Gypsy with Franco Nero or King of the Gypsies with Eric Roberts and Brooke Shields.

F! disappointed me. The band wore the craziest outfits and I felt certain they would just knock my socks off. They didn’t. In between their songs, they projected snippets of movies. The only one I recognized was Werner Herzog’s Auch Zwerge haben klein angefangen (Even Dwarfs Started Small). Lisa and I stayed for maybe three of their songs. I was tired and I got the gist of what they did, Lisa agreed, and so we left.

Sitting in the Rotunda, I found myself getting lulled back to the hypnotic state I found myself in watching Last Year at Marienbad. I think it had to do with the distinctive smell that emanates from the Rotunda. At first I couldn’t initially place it. As the hippies started piling in, I realized it was a combination of pot, sweat, and patchouli. I have never understood the aversion some people have to soap and water. There were only a handful of people in the audience who looked like they took regular showers. C’mon guys, water isn’t going to hurt you. It’s not going to take your “art” away. Take a shower. Wash yourself.

Oh, and Lisa and I watched a very interesting hippie mating dance between a girl and one of the guitarists that performed. The girl was introduced to two band mates before the show began. She directed her over the top flirting to the one band member but he didn’t seem particularly interested. The other band mate, he looked like Gene Simmons, liked her and he gave her a wink. Immediately she turned her attention to him. Next thing we know, they are whispering into each others’ ears and out of nowhere, HE BIT HER ARM! I am thinking they are now officially a couple.

My college reunion is coming up and I decided to call my old roommate. She had contacted me last summer via email. I think she wanted to get together with me before the reunion but she didn’t seem to possess the courage to call me. I gave her my phone number and instead of calling me, she gave me her number. Later I emailed her and asked to meet her at the yearly Oktoberfest and she didn’t get back to me until months later with the silly excuse that she doesn’t often check her email. I threw my arms up in exasperation and called it quits. (I know I could have called her but she was the one that contacted me! I was quite happy having her as a distant memory)

At any rate, I picked up the phone and dialed her number.

Man: Hullah
Donna: Hello, is Catherine there?
Man: No
[uncomfortable silence]
Donna: Oh, well, this is her old college roommate and I was hoping to speak to her.
[uncomfortable silence]
Donna: When would be a better time for me to reach her?
Man: 5
Donna: I don’t know if I will be free at 5
[uncomfortable silence]
Donna: Would you be able to give her a message?
Man: Yeah
Donna: Tell her Donna from Rosemont called, I’ll call her back some other time
[uncomfortable silence]
Donna: Are you her husband?
Man: yeah
Donna: I don’t think we’ve ever met…
Man: No
Donna: Well, it’s been absolutely delightful talking to you, please give Catherine my message
[uncomfortable silence]
Donna: Goodbye
click

I am happy she did so well for herself.