I always knew these guys needed balls to get all gussied up in satin and sequins and deliberately tease a nearly half ton, horned animal.
Tasteless, perhaps, but I love torreadors and I just couldn't help myself....Thank you Sportsdignity.com, you made my day.
At 11:55 AM, EST, Costa Rica will play event host Germany in the opening game of the 2006 FIFA World Cup. For about 2 hours most of that Central American country will hold it's collective breath. Being that Costa Rica will soon be our new home, I have decided
that for tomorrow, I will be rooting for the Ticos. This is a big switch for me because ordinarily, unless Spain is playing, I root for Germany. My German friends will just have to understand. Besides, after CNN referred to them as "Thrown to the Wolves", it'd be pretty sweet if Costa Rica turned out to be the Little Team that Could! MUCHA SUERTE COSTA RICA!!! (Lo vas a necesitar...;-)
No, I am
not providing seller financing. No, I'm not giving a 'credit for new
carpet'. No, I'm not
giving a 'credit for paint'. No, I won't rent it
with an option to buy. No, I won't pay your cousin a 'finder's fee'.
I don't give a damn that he's the one who told you about the house.
(Right now I'd like to kick your cousin's ass for ever giving you my
phone number.) It's 'kind of small'? Well, I suppose if there are
eight of you, then yeah, I guess it might be... You'll give me how
much? You realize that's $25,000 less than I paid for it a year ago?
I'm asking way too much? Uh-huh. Well, there's a house several
blocks west of here that's closer to your price range. However, it's
on a much smaller lot, it's 550 sq. ft. smaller, it's only a 2/1, it
doesn't have a pool, it's a different (not as good) school
district...oh, and it burned, almost completely, over a year ago.
Yeah, but they're still asking for $30,000 more than you just offered
me. No, I'm not kidding. You want the address? Well, thanks for
coming. Sure, I'll call you if I decide to lower the price another
$80,000. You bet. Take care. Bye.
(20 minutes later) What? No, I'm not drunk yet, but then again, there's still some wine left. Check back with me in an hour.
I'm packing up my house. It's for sale and I'm getting ready to have the mother of all garage sales in
a week or so. We're moving.
The stress of having moved several times over the past few years and the added aggravation of trying to coordinate it all myself and juggle kid, dogs, job(s), etc. is making me a little nuttier than usual. I'm more germ-phobic lately and I'm getting jumpier about little details of daily life that everyone else seems to either miss or handle much more calmly. I find myself becoming more Monk-like with each passing day. So, not content to suffer alone, I've decided to share my paranoia and phobias with you, gentle readers. No, this will not be a phobia-of-the-day kind of thing. I'm just gonna lay 'em on you as they come to me.
What came to me today was Soda: Deadly Carcinogen. I stopped drinking it about a month ago when I heard this. I don't know why I didn't stop when they started putting aspartame into the diet drinks, but this one really got to me. I heard something about a link to childhood leukemia too. I considered switching to non-soda beverages and most definitely giving our daughter juice, soy and water only. Today, however, someone sent me a link with a list of all of the items with benzene. Soda is just the tip of the iceberg! I've also read that if you drink too much water that has be 'purified' with chlorine, you may get bladder cancer, so I've decided not to look up any more scary stuff about drinks or else I'll have to resort to drinking only vodka. Hey, that could solve the whole phobia thing altogether...or it could just open up a whole other can of worms.
Yesterday I watched a shopping cart roll lazily across the parking lot at Best Buy and waited for it....the satisfying 'thud' of the cart hitting the brand new black Mercedes Compressor that the baggy-pantsed teenager with the window shattering subwoofer had parked in the handicapped spot a moment earlier. It had picked up just a bit of speed near the end and smacked the door just right. Nice little dent and scratch. It was wrong, but it felt good to see it. But it was wrong. But it felt good. But, still, soooo wrong. Yet...still...oddly satisfying. I sat in the lot a few minutes more and was treated to the aftermath: baggy pants came out and saw the cart against the door and the ugly little scar it had left. He freaked, yelled, nearly cried. I realized I was smirking. So wrong...yet sooooo yummy.
Today I read that Britney Spears is pregnant again. Another shopping cart rolling accross the lot. If I could get one of these goodies every day, I wouldn't need the Wellbutrin.
an·a·phy·lax·is (
n
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s
s) n. an inappropriate and excessive reaction to an allergen (as pollen or
dust or animal hair or certain foods); severity ranges from mild
allergy to severe systemic reactions leading to anaphylactic shock.
No, it isn't the word of the week, it's just the reason I won't have a Word of the Week until tomorrow. My hands started to itch during a short walk I took to work off a huge BBQ lunch yesterday evening. While I have had terrible cases of hives in the past, I'd never had a reaction to anything that was more than annoying and itchy. This time, however, was different. I continued to walk and scratch and suddenly my whole body started to tingle and my ears and fingertips began to swell rapidly. As it worsened, I decided to turn for home and a block away, as I began to cough and wheeze I decided an all out sprint might be in order 'cause, for the first time in my life, I got a creepy little feeling in the back of my mind that I wouldn't make it at all if I didn't get there quick. I slumped against the door and started dialing 911 and, after I was certain that help was coming, called a friend and asked her to ride to the hospital with me. I didn't want to scare my 4 year old or my mother. My friend arrived a minute or two before the medics and as they drove up, I was sliding slowly down the side of my pals car, no longer able to speak and actually beginning to black out. I was terrified I might really die. In the rescue truck they found that I was covered head to toe in little bumps so close together they wrinkled the skin. I was reddish all over and my ears were swelled shut and eyelids were on the way. My blood pressure was through the floor and as they reassured my that I would be fine, they said it was a good thing I called when I did. Anaphylaxis patients can take a turn and die so suddenly that they sometimes can't stop the slide. After a two hour stay at the local emergency room with my pal Alice chatting to me (I have great friends!) and several shots and an IV and when they were convinced I wouldn't rebound or get worse, I got to go home. I was too doped up and exhausted to write and went to bed without a Word of the Week. Because my allergies seem to have worsened and this was so scary, I'll be carrying an EpiPen (epinepherine) for the rest of my life. The paramedics and the doctor all said that while they couldn't be certain of it's cause, it might have been the scrumptiously char-grilled, salty-garlicky pork brains that I ate at the BBQ earlier. I swear I will never eat them again. Bad vegetarian, BAD!
...crawling with germs.
Who? Small children, that's who. As some of you may have noticed, we have one of these creatures (the kid, not the bird). Cute, smart, sweet and not unlike a petri dish. I tell you this not just as a word of warning, but also to explain why postings have been a bit dodgy lately. We keep going to children's parties and catching whatever disease du jour has been making the rounds. I swear, if and when the black plague makes it's reappearance, it'll turn up first at a Princess-Barbie themed, bounce-house ridden, overcrowded, rug-rat soiree and the first fatality will be the fool that eats one of their kid's partially-chewed, saliva-slick goodie bag candies. C'mon, didn't you stop attending raves because you could never be too certain what you might ingest and in what condition you might be going home? Seriously man, the raves were safer.
Well now they have gone to far!!!!
One of my favorite conference E3 is banning Booth Babes. Banned are the swarms of sexy, semi-clad "booth babes" that in years past took the unveiling of new games and technology to titillating new levels. The show organizers have tough new penalties, including a $5,000 fine on the spot for the booth owner if the "booth babe" is semi-clad. The fact that the show is not for the general public should be taken into consideration! This show is for the programmers & buyers of the games. This is the only time the programmers are allowed to leave their cages to party. Talk about taking the fun out of E3! link
Oh the picture is of me & a booth babe having fun at last years E3 conference.
