OI Girls Parents arrive next week. We’re both taking vacation time while they’re here!!
Yesterday I woke up feeling crabby, whined about it here. Then cruised a few blogs and had my coffee. You know what? I felt much better after that.
This morning I had a dream that I was somewhere like Peru, and there was this ancient (electric) elevator that was broken. It would go up, but not stay there, so you had to step off when you had a chance. It was full of people, and it would go up, a few people would step off, it’d go down and you had to push the button again when it reached the bottom. Then back up, and a few more people would step off, so on and so forth. And it was made of rock and was all outside on these cliffs. Think Fred Flintstone.
This morning I’m going diving, my first dive since we moved into the new house.
This morning I woke up angry. My teeth and jaw hurts from grinding my teeth in my sleep. I woke up hating the house, hating the sofa, hating the fact that the OI Girl wants to buy an entertainment center I’m not 1o0% sure I like. I hate the yard, it’s just dirt. My storeroom downstairs is humid and warm and dank, I have mold starting to grow on my wetsuits. I need to do something about that ASAP. I need ventilation down there. I’m tired of spending money. Work pisses me off.
I just woke up in a foul, black, mood.
What a joke. I’ve been through the airport 5 times with this stainless steel bottle, and not once has it been scrutinized. Yesterday, they took a small 4 OZ botle of suntan lotion in my computer backback. When he found it, I could see the agents demeanor change, like, AHA! Victory!! He tells me with glee, “You can’t take this on the plane!”
Meanwhile there’s pounds of computer accessories, batteries, battery chargers and all kinds of metal in my backpack that he ignored. Not to mention this bottle, that could have had literally anything in it.
On hindsight, I believe they saw that suntan lotion on the X Ray machine and were looking for it specifically, and the goal of finding SUCH a forbidden item caused them to ignore everything else. It’s a joke. Taking my suntan lotion will surely prevent terrorism. Ridiculous.
Of course, after typing this I’ve probably jinxed myself, and I’ll probably get super searched every time from now on!
Every night, I think of all these good things to post about, when I get in front of the computer, I can’t remember a one.
Same thing at the video and music store, I have all these movies and music I want to see/watch, and when I get there, I forget everything on my list.
Yesterday, The OI Girls work took us all out to brunch. We had reservations at the Westin, but they sucked, Crappy table outside, under a low hot tent, dirty tablecloth, cheap plastic chairs and flies everywhere. The manager was no help. So we left and went to the Ritz. They were impeccable.
Once I took some friends who were visiting on a cruise ship to the Westin for lunch. After we got done eating by the pool, we walked out on the beach and a security guard kicked us off because my friends wife put her purse on a lounge chair, the lounge chairs are for registered guests only. If we hadn’t already paid the bill, I’da given it to that security guard to pay.
Tell yer friends!!
I can’t believe George Carlin Died.
That hit me hard this morning. I always thought he’d be a great President of the US. Better than any president in the last 20 years.