Ameren Angela

Stopped by the American Red Cross St. Louis Area Chapter this morning and donated a pint of my O negative blood. Ran into lots of old buds, and managed to successfully avoid my old boss which pleased me to no end b/c that would have been awkward, to say the least. It’s that whole, “I thought we were friends but turns out you were just kidding” thing.

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We’re collecting collections

I’ve read a bit of a book my co-worker has sitting on her desk, called, “Living the Simple Life,” and it’s quite appealing. Especially the part about paring down the physical amount of stuff we own. The author made a reference to looking at just the stuff we plug into the wall, and then I started thinking that I could narrow that focus down to just the rechargables and it’s amazing. Here’s the list of rechargable things in our house:
1. My cell phone
2. M’s cell phone
3. My palm pilot
4. iPod
5. Lil’ Nikon point ‘n shoot
6. Big Dog Nikon D100
7. Battery recharger for batteries to be used in remotes, toys, radios, etc.
8. M’s laptop, when he brings it home

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Diaperless and loving it!

Ahhh, back at work, and some semblance of normalcy. The power is on here, fully, and everything works. Well, at least so far. I just got here, though, so we’ll see how the day goes.

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My neutral is loose

I’m able to update the blog again…from yet another computer. This time I’m at Mom and Dad Z’s, whom I have to thank for so many different reasons.

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Green tea is good (as opposed to blue tea?)

So I talked to Beano for over an hour last night on the phone, and it wasn’t until well after we had ended our conversation that I realized I hadn’t expressed my condolences to Shawn for losing his uncle Bill. I hate it when I’m a putz. Beans: tell Shawn I’m very sorry for his loss and if there is anything we can do to help, just let us know.

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Starter Castles

Well, the game last night was a blow-out. We got shelled. It was horrible. The base-clearing grand slam early on was telling. So we sat there and sweated, and watched our pitching staff flounder, and watched their battery batter us. Ugh. Jimmy tried to re-start morale with his homer, and Albert’s double to knock in So was exciting, but that was about it. We left in the 7th, right after everyone sang “Take me out to the ballgame.” Figured at 13 to 3, we’d cut our losses and go see The Bug for a few minutes before she went to sleep for the night. I’m glad we left, as it only got worse. How bad is it when their relief pitcher can crank one out of the park?!

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