Being Sick Sucks

I am so sick of food T.V. I could puke. Why is it that T.V. sucks so much during the day? I am sure there are people out there who stay at home and enjoy such masterpieces as: Dr. Phil, Maury, Judge Brown, and As the World Turns. I am not one of those people. If my head didn't hurt so badly I would try to read. As it stands, I can't handle concentrating that hard. Thank Bob, daytime T.V. doesn't require much. I have raging ear and upper respiratory infections thanks to being in close proximity to people who are sick and traveling in icy rain to Pennsylvania to see my boyfriends. Anyways, I feel like crapola and having shitty T.V. bites big fatties. I hate being sick!

I Am Larry Mullen, Jr's Bitch

Round-trip Mileage: 470 miles
Ticket: $115.00
Gas: $73.00
T-shirt $35.00
Great Mexican Dinner $8.43
Seeing the greatest concert of your life with two awesome friends: Priceless

Dinner is Served

Yet again time has gotten the best of me, and I am behind on my blogging. I can't use the excuse of being busy for a second time, so I guess I'll say I've got a lot on my plate. Imagine...

For the entree, I am having a big ol' bowl of Work. Like the neverending pasta bowl that Olive Garden touts on a regular basis, it never empties and keeps taking up way too much room on my table. Each task is a winding strand of noodle, and if I am lucky, the bite is accompanied by some exciting spice or sauce. Mostly it's sort of bland and filling.

My vegetable would be school. My classes are a lot like broccoli - I never want to eat it, but when I make myself, I usually enjoy it.

C & B would be my bread and water. With just these two, I can survive. C & B just give me my space and keep me laughing - my sanity, my salvation.

Finally for dessert, big scoops of social worker, with lots of warm home study paperwork, whipped cream USCIS fingerprinting, and sprinkles of fees paid everywhere.

I am full.

Wasted Wishes

Whenever I hear someone say, "I wish..." Usually it is followed by something lame like, "...This copier would go faster," or "...My feet didn't hurt." If I hear them say it, I will reply, "Don't waste your wishes!" Well, I am pretty guilty of wasting my wishes too, so I've decided to just put my wishes out there. If any of them come true, you will be the first to know...

I Wish...
Ruby was with us now
My house would stay permanently clean
C was with us full-time
I only needed 4 hours of sleep a night like Martha Stewart
My brother had 100% of his hearing
I had pretty, shapely legs
My family will live forever, or at least outlive me
John Kerry was president
I had a digital camera and knew how to take cool pictures like Karen
I could tap dance
B would get a salary projection for his promotion
I had no periods. Period.
I had Oprah hair (and her moolah)
I could ride an elephant
We weren't at war
I could knit
My friend Lori could find her split-apart
I could eat as many Doritos, fried green tomatoes, and bacon sandwiches as I wanted without gaining weight
I could be on Broadway, preferably in a revised musical like Bye Bye Birdie or The Sound of Music
Somebody would put Baby in a corner
I had time to read a book for pleasure every day
I knew more about politics and world events
I could find beautiful shoes that were high, high, high and didn't hurt my feet
Nip/Tuck was on 3 nights a week
Sayid on Lost would cut his fingernails - Gross
Harry Potter was real and we could make mischief together at Hogwarts
I was finished with my doc program
I could see my friend Alicia more
There would be no disabilities or mental retardation, which would consequently put me out of a job
I could use the word "consequently" more often
I could win the lottery
Bono will see me in the audience on Oct 22, and pull me onstage to sing With or Without You with him
I could rap
Plaster walls wouldn't crack when a nail is driven into them
French-tip manicures would go out of style
Michael Vartan would still be on Alias, it's so not worth it without him
Television Without Pity would hire me
I had more wishes...

I am sure there are more, I'm just too wished out to think of them