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Friday, March 07, 2008
It's been awhile, though I don't have all that much to say. Christmas has come and gone. The outside lights are still up though. Screw you, it's been cold and snowy. March is my month though. I can feel it.
My brother turned 40 this past month. I think it made me feel older than it made him. Though we were both kind of drunk, so it could be a toss up. There was wine one night, and beer the next and people singing "Crazy Bitch" at the top of their lungs. In any regards, Happy Birthday to a great big brother.
Work is going well, though it keeps me busier than any other job has kept me. I still don't like firing people, but I suppose if I ever get used to it, I've been in that position for too long. I'm still holding out hopes for an office one day. I'd like to say my MBA got me a bigger cube than others, but alas, it hasn't. It did however grant me the power to listen in on everyone's phone conversations at work. At that is worth 5 years and $25,000+.
I got a new tattoo at the end of December in memory of my little girl. It's amazing that feet that tiny can have ten little toes. And it still boggles the mind that someone that small and new needs eyelashes and fingernails, but there you go. And if you ever wonder what it's like to get a tattoo on your bicep, it's not all that bad. That is until you hit the "lunch lady arm" part of the inner arm. That, as the kids like to say, sucks.
Speaking of kids, how long have sneakers been called "kicks"? Honestly, you crazy kids with your fancy shoes and complicated hair. I blame Adam Curry and that Music Television.
That is all for now. My apologies for those of you that were excited by a new post. Even I felt I have let you down.
Wait, there is something else. For those of you wondering what these two expecting parents might be after, please pool your money and head here, as we will be seeing him in July. Oh, and Buble in April. (two concerts in one year....look out)
Flash from the past blogs: (Nov 2, 2001)
On a similar note, I've decided that I want to be a B-star (like Jackee, or Meschak Taylor). I know that everyone wants to lead the life of Tom Cruise but not me. I want to be comfortable in my "so-so-ness". Because eventually your star-power will fade and I don't want to fall too far. I know that means having to spend New Year's Eve at Nora Dunn's party instead of somewhere really fancy. I'll have to rub elbows with Shadow Stevens and Markie Post while eating e-z cheese and triscuits while discussing the casting of Fantasy Island 2 and how we were all ripped off. I'll have to look at the clock wondering when something fun is going to happen, and then thank God when Ted Knight and that guy who played MacGyver's friend Jack Dalton actually show up!! At one point I'll have to roll my eyes when Catherine Bach shows up and declares, "Look everyone, I can still fit in the original Dasiy Duke's!!", because no one needs to see that. Then at the end of the evening, and several bottles of Andre Brut Champagne I'll look amourously at the girl from Kate and Alley (not Jane Curtain, the other one). Then I'll remember that the blonde from Cagney and Lacey was "going to take that bitch out" and I'll decide to just split a cab with Doc from the Love Boat and call it an evening. Ahhh, Hollywood.
Craig @ 9:51 PM
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