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Posted on 2005.08.03 at 01:20
Current Mood: tiredtired
I was just going through my paycheck stubs online.

As of the last paycheck, which was Friday, July 22, I have worked 343 hours of overtime this year.

The money made? The entire cost of my Paris trip, new office furniture, and not a thread of designer clothing.
Paris is going to be awesome.

I think I'm going to go ahead and call Louis Vuitton on the Champs-Elysees and tell them to have a glass of champagne waiting for me.

I <3 Fort Worth

Posted on 2005.05.19 at 20:33
Current Mood: busybusy
Current Music: annoying co-workers
I I just took a walk around downtown with some co-workers.
It's lovely outside.
We stopped at Marble Slam Creamery and I got a cup of Birthday Cake ice cream with chocolate chip cookie dough in it (no lie, the ice cream tastes like yellow cake batter).
Then we walked back to work.

Oh yeah. Travis Tritt was playing a free concert. I am not a Travis Tritt fan, but I did find it pretty cool to hear his music everywhere we walked around downtown.

A boating we will go

Posted on 2005.05.18 at 13:54
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
aboard this tiny ship.

So Casino, Kane and I went down to the lake the past few days. Our friends Currie and his girlfriend Beth decided to join us for a little fun in the sun. Which meant a trip out on the boat on Lake LBJ on Monday.

The mate was a mighty sailin' man,
the skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day,
for a three hour tour, a three hour tour ...

So we loaded up the cooler, put the dog in his life jacket, slapped on a ton of sun screen and headed out. I navigated us to our favorite spot, about 20 minutes away from the lakehouse. It's a cove that is pretty calm, has shallower waters and a sandy bottom which make it perfect for swimming and floating.

The weather started getting rough,
the tiny ship was tossed.
If not for the courage of the fearless crew,
the Minnow would be lost; the Minnow would be lost.

The sun was beginning to go down, we were all slightly toasted and most importantly, almost out of beer. All signs that it was time to head back. As I turned the key in the ignition, the engine wouldn't turn over. No matter how many times I started it. After twenty minutes of futile attempts and trying to assign blame to why the boat wouldn't work, Casino decided he would swim to shore to ask a local resident if we could tie our boat to their dock and if they could call us a cab.

So this is the tale of our castaways,
they're here for a long, long time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
it's an uphill climb.

Dressed in swim trunks, a life jacket, with his sandals on his feet to use as "paddles" to help him swim to shore, Casino jumped in the water only to find the depth at his knees. The current had run us into the sand while we were trying to get the boat to work. So he continued on to shore while the three of us jumped into the water to try and free the boat. We tried pulling it tug of war style, with Kane standing on the mast barking commands at us, but that wouldn't work. So Beth and I swam to the back of the boat, trying to lift and push the rudder out of the sand. The boat slowly started loosening up, but Michael was tired "I can't do this anymore. I'm done! I'm done!" He shouted.

So Beth and I swam to the front of the boat and started pulling it towards shore. The water was getting deeper and deeper, so I tied the rope to my ankle (yeah, that was a good idea. I'm not really sure what I thought that might help) and took off swimming. Sure enough, the current and the boat passed me.

But we got it to shore (finalyl), tied it up, and were greeted by our shuttle driver to take us home. He was less than thrilled about the dog, but let him travel along anyway.

So two hours, a lot of grunt work and an $80 shuttle ride later, we were home.

Gotta love boats. </lj-cut.

I hold this truth to be self-evident ...

Posted on 2005.04.21 at 13:50
Nomar Garciaparra was on steroids for a very long time.

Dooo it.

Posted on 2005.04.18 at 14:15
Because Billy Z. told me to:

I want everyone who reads this to post in the comments something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you.

Posted on 2005.04.18 at 10:22
Current Mood: hungryhungry
In approximately two hours and thirty minutes, I will be having a pressed duck sandwich at Dexter's.

It's OK to be jealous.

To Billy Z:

Posted on 2005.04.02 at 17:18
Good luck today.

I'm pulling for your boys.

Oh. My. God.

Posted on 2005.03.27 at 13:49
Current Mood: nauseatednauseated
Current Music: UNC-Wisconsin
A bird just committed suicide by flying into my front door.

It's lying with it's head smashed in on my front porch.
There is a big runny drip running down my glass window on my door.

Casino is out walking the dog.

What do I do? I certainly can't go pick it up. I might throw up.

Fucking stupid pigeons.

General lesson in behavior

Posted on 2005.03.22 at 17:39
If it says RSVP, RSVP if you are going to attend an event.

Why bother RSVPing if you aren't gonig to show?
That's even worse than showing up without RSVPing.

People will just never learn.

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