AS OF TODAY, WE ARE ALL IN FIRST PLACE.
I have been in mourning the last couple of days. My team could not have played any worse in the World Series and I refused to even speak about it until today. I said about 10 words and then added, I shall never speak of this again. I lost a damn bet--which I am actually more than happy to pay up on, but got told that i wasn't going to be held to the bet. I'll pay up--I don't mind.
Anyway, all I could think of was the old commercial with George Steinbrenner and other baseball guys singing "The sun will come out tomorrow" and the print tag line at the end was "As of tomorrow, we're all in first place". I believe it was run directly after the World Series one year. Funniest damn commercial ever. I wish I could find it so I could load it to my computer.
Had a good laugh today and 40 something women will appreciate this--we had a conversation about our teen crushes and ALL of us had crushes on the same teen idols. It comes back like it was yesterday and who had what and what Tiger Beat had to say about ________ (fill in popular teen idol of the 70s here). It really makes us all laugh because we will admit to it 100 %. I did not have a Donny and Marie lunch box, but my room was wallpapered with David Cassidy. What brought all this nostalgia on? Donny was on QVC this morning, hawking his dvd set of the Donny and Marie show. Some woman called and was going on about how on Friday night, she was glued to the tv and everyone had to be absolutely quiet. No, it was not me--but it could have been. Sometimes your teenage years are kind of funny. In hindsight. Of course, I think I am a world class dork, but that's okay.
And now my "what the hell" story of the day--I have a ghost. Saturday morning at 2:30 am or thereabouts--my brain was telling my comatose self that there was a lot of light for that time of night in my room. I managed to get to a semi-conscious state and the overhead light was on. The only way you can turn it on is with a remote, which is on my nightstand. Both dogs were more asleep than I was. I turned it off and finally went back to sleep. Yesterday, I was ironing in my bedroom--no lights necessary because it was the middle of the day. I went to the bathroom to get more water for my iron and when I came back in the room--the effing light was on again. No one was anywhere near the remote. I do not find this amusing. At all.
I have been in mourning the last couple of days. My team could not have played any worse in the World Series and I refused to even speak about it until today. I said about 10 words and then added, I shall never speak of this again. I lost a damn bet--which I am actually more than happy to pay up on, but got told that i wasn't going to be held to the bet. I'll pay up--I don't mind.
Anyway, all I could think of was the old commercial with George Steinbrenner and other baseball guys singing "The sun will come out tomorrow" and the print tag line at the end was "As of tomorrow, we're all in first place". I believe it was run directly after the World Series one year. Funniest damn commercial ever. I wish I could find it so I could load it to my computer.
Had a good laugh today and 40 something women will appreciate this--we had a conversation about our teen crushes and ALL of us had crushes on the same teen idols. It comes back like it was yesterday and who had what and what Tiger Beat had to say about ________ (fill in popular teen idol of the 70s here). It really makes us all laugh because we will admit to it 100 %. I did not have a Donny and Marie lunch box, but my room was wallpapered with David Cassidy. What brought all this nostalgia on? Donny was on QVC this morning, hawking his dvd set of the Donny and Marie show. Some woman called and was going on about how on Friday night, she was glued to the tv and everyone had to be absolutely quiet. No, it was not me--but it could have been. Sometimes your teenage years are kind of funny. In hindsight. Of course, I think I am a world class dork, but that's okay.
And now my "what the hell" story of the day--I have a ghost. Saturday morning at 2:30 am or thereabouts--my brain was telling my comatose self that there was a lot of light for that time of night in my room. I managed to get to a semi-conscious state and the overhead light was on. The only way you can turn it on is with a remote, which is on my nightstand. Both dogs were more asleep than I was. I turned it off and finally went back to sleep. Yesterday, I was ironing in my bedroom--no lights necessary because it was the middle of the day. I went to the bathroom to get more water for my iron and when I came back in the room--the effing light was on again. No one was anywhere near the remote. I do not find this amusing. At all.
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