This or That Tuesday

From Christine

January 28, 2002: Same Thing, Different Names
1. Kleenex or tissue?
Tissue
2. Soda or pop (or tonic or whatever)?
Soda
3. A sandwich on a long roll: sub or hero (or hoagie or grinder, etc)?
Hero
4. Glasses or spectacles?
Glasses
5. TV or television (or boob-tube, or telly, for our friends across the pond)?
TV
6. Movie or film?
Movie
7. Sofa or couch?
Couch
8. Stove or range?
Stove
9. Remote control or clicker?
Remote, just remote
10. Supermarket or grocery store?
Supermarket… usually I just say “Publix”

Ow

My calves are killing me!
The fact is, I’m short… 5’2″ short. And the sad truth is that even standing on a chair, I’ve been on my tippy toes for a week painting this room. My legs are killing me.

So, last night I broke down and watched Joe Millionaire. Pretty much because there was nothing else on and my legs hurt too much to go to anything else.

Could someone tell me where this girl got the name “Mojo”? Is it a pseudonym? Are the names changed to protect the stupid?

Further proof people to live by my creed.
“Never put anything in writing, do anything on film, say anything on tape.”
How embarrassed are these people going to be?
And Evan? He feels bad that he’s going to sleep with a girl that he’s been lying to? Hm, I don’t know… don’t sleep with them.

I think Zora’s the only one who’s worth a damn. Melissa and Sara? Outside on the balcony wrapped in blankets and smoking, calling Mojo “slutty”? After Sara’s performance in the woods? Yeah, that’s how I want to be remembered by the world. I think their first clue that this whole thing is a set-up, should have been the fact that they made it to the finals.

Morons. Oh and Evan? When everyone walks away from you when the show’s over, don’t blame it on the fact that you don’t actually have any money… Know that it’s because you’re a liar, a coward and an idiot.

Uh Oh

I think I hate the yellow trim… s***.
I’ll let it dry a little and take some pictures, see what y’all think.
Heh. I said y’all.

Hey, Hey Tampa Bay

Well now… I think that was probably the first football game I’ve sat through and enjoyed in oh, I don’t know, a decade?
Great fun.
Call me a bandwagonner, for that’s what I am.
If you’re looking for a real fan to congratulate, go see her, her or her.

How about that half time? No Doubt and Sting were great. Shania needs to go away.
And Bon Jovi? When the $*!*# are his 15 minutes going to end, dammit? I mean, can you even tell one of his songs from another? (Him/they whatever)

Am I Blue?

Oh yes I am. My shorts are blue, my hair is blue, I have blue on my legs and on the bottom of my feet. The room is coming out beautifully, if I do say so myself.

Jim’s bringing home the yellow (Pale Cowslip 4) for the trim, which I’ll probably do tomorrow.

I have so much to do this week! Dale and Manny are coming here on Wednesday on their way to DC from Miami. (How often has Dale moved in the last two years, anyway?) They’re staying over Wed. night and motoring on their way on Thursday. I need to have the house cleaned, and the guest-room ready for them. I’d like to have T’s room done by then, which I don’t see a problem with, but there’s no way I’m going to have the living room done. Instead, I’ve decided to get a couple of bottles of wine and bore them to death with the task of helping us to decide on a color.

I’m really looking forward to seeing Dale and meeting Manuel! I love sleep-over company!

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