If I was the singer.. Well.. Somethings are better left said unsaid.
I recently bought the follow up to rock band named rockband 2.
The name of the game really should be RockBand: I am woman hear me roar.
Where the first game was a testosteronefest of KISS songs and wonderful Boston songs, this time around there is an actual balance of women bands. Fleetwood Mac, the Go-Gos, and Alanis Morisste to name a few.
Obviously Harmonic has a few more people dedicated to making it more enjoyable to women.
Well.. I told my boss that I would have to make less trips home once I had the house.
He laughed and said ok.
And now I understand why. While doing the final walkthroigh I noticed that there was a crack in the door jam. I told them to fix it.
Now after hours missed at work, watching the entire door frame being replaced, the accompaning swearing that was involved when he realized this door was not the right build and I have to come back for another appointment.
Still, even though it has it out foot me, I like the house.
I haven’t been working in the coal mines all day either.
After a very stress full friday (except for the Greek festival, where there was Greek food (sadly no Italian)) I zoned out for most of the weekend.
Then way too early Monday morning I has an itchy throat. Now I have a sore throat, have a humidifier making boiling noises at me and I have smeared vapor rub all over my chest.
Two Nerd Parents (My father, who unwisely let us look at his yearbook, has been teased for being the head of the math group)
Though, when I was growing up, and stuck watching PBS, and seeing Tom Baker being chased around by space mummies, he would walk around shaking his head and talk aloud as to the fact that he never could understand why I liked Doctor Who, as it was so cheesy.
This coming from the man who watched a TV show where you would have women, colored green, dancing around, you had episodes where you had space hippies and an Alien playing a harpsicord, and finally, the words “Teach me about this thing called earth love” was uttered more than once.
Pot.
Kettle.
Black.
Anywho, the little sister has fallen in love with Doctor Who. At first I thought it was because of the stellar story lines and excellent history of the show.
But No.
It was David Tennant.
Guess what is on her laptop wallpaper?
David Tennant.
So, I also read that there is much discussion about the next Batman bad guy, who is rumored to be the riddler, and who will play him.
Johnny Depp?
David Tennant?
Already, the camps are forming on this one… So here’s to you little sister.
So I was hurrying to get my self ready for church.
Shower. Check
Loud tie. Check
White shirt. Check
Phone with voicemail on it. Check
So I hop in the truck and start heading to church. I start listening to the message.
Snowball. The geriatric cat. Has been run over and his legs are broken. The family is taking him to the vet. I blindly pull the truck over. I am breaking down. I head back home. Eventually I get a call that he was put to sleep.
All kinds of emotions hit me. Grief. Sadness. Guilt.
I had been thinking of going to Utah. If I was there I could have said goodbye to him.
He was old. He clocked in at 17 years old. In cat years he is almost as old as William Shatner.
Ok maybe not that old.
So after the initial grief I sent the
Following text message to my family.
“Well not to be marose but Snowball has followed the long line of how our famlies cats pass away. He just has the honor of being the meanest, onriest, long lasting of them all. He lived a good life!”
It’s funny how you can get so attached to these little animals
Here is to you His Imperial Furieness Snowball the Third, Ruler of all he sees.
