July 27, 2006
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.
July 26, 2006
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
July 25, 2006
No, we still don’t have power.
Yes, Zozo still has her rash (although it’s getting better).
Yes, we are still staying at Mom and Dad Z’s.
July 24, 2006
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.
July 24, 2006
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.
July 22, 2006
FYI: the title is to be sung to the tune of “Yes, we have no bananas.”
July 20, 2006
Who needs power in St. Louis in the middle of summer anyway?!
July 19, 2006
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.
July 18, 2006
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?!
July 17, 2006
M and I were having one of those insane married-couple arguments the other day, where both of us were right and wrong at the same time, which means you just go around and around in circles with neither of us winning or losing…it’s insane, and I won’t bore you with the details, but I’m sure all of you people in committed relationships know exactly what I’m talking about. It was so idiotic it made my curls curl even tighter. Oh wait, maybe that was the insane humidity of my beloved city.