Wait. Why does that sound like a song? I can almost hear it. It goes �I�ma gonna something, I�ma gonna something else, lalalala words I can�t think of, oh sweet hell what is THAT song�..?!?!?!�
Okay, after a brief interruption by new coworker Brian who needed help locating office supplies, I figgered out the song. It�s that�um�.oh what�s his name, the Little Boxes guy. Not Bob Seger. Not Bob Saget (DOWN, Cookie). It�s the song that was repurposed for some advertising campaign for the Post Office or something. You know, �I�ma gonna get myself some tape, I�ma gonna do this and this and this, I�ma gonna do something else, I�ma gonna mail myself to you�
Now who the hell sang it? We interrupt this entry while I rack my brain to figure this out WITHOUT using Google. I remember listening to his albums when I was a wee tike. Along with the Kingston Trio. Don something? Dan?
Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes made of ticky tacky La la la la la la la la la�.all the same
DAN FOGELBERG!!!!
No, I�m kidding. Not him.
Shit.
This is making me nuts. Okay, I�m going to continue this entry and hopefully it will come to me. If it doesn�t by the time I�m finished, I�ll look it up
So yeah, trying something new. Basically now that I�m on the phone again, I have downtime. So I�m going to keep doing what I did yesterday � keep a Word doc open in the background and write in between calls. This should result in more frequent updates. This may or may not be considered a plus. Of course, it will also result in fairly disjointed updates. THIS should be nothing new.
Today is starting out totally fabbity-fab-fab!!! My company is just THROWING bonuses and incentives around and I�m thisclose to hitting the numbers I need to getmesomeodat. In my first week on the phones! I ROCK!
AND � my library will be open at midnight tonight. I expect that from the bookstores of course, but since I don�t buy books, I thought I would have to wait until tomorrow morning to get my hands on the new Harry Potter book. But no, I got the email this morning. My beloved library will make it available to me at 12:01am.
AND � I talked to Bobby last night. After this job in Allentown is over, instead of flying home, he�s going to fly in here and visit with me for a week and then I�ll drive him home to Kentucky
SQUEEEE!!!!!!
AND � French Toast for breakfast!!!!
PETE Seeger!!!!!!!!
I was close, right? Bob Seger, Pete Seeger, c�mon, what�s the diff? But yeah, I cheated, I looked it up. It was driving me nuts.
Speaking o� nuts. An excerpt from the new Georgia Nicholson book:
Granddad was the next to arrive at the open bedroom loon party. He popped his head around the door and said, �Hello love, I�ve just been to the doctor because I�ve got a steering wheel down my shorts. I said to him, �Doctor will you do something about this steering wheel down my shorts, it�s driving me nuts!!!� Do you see? Steering wheel, driving me nuts!!! Do you get it? Do you?� How DISGUSTING! He�s an octogenarian. My ears feel like prostitutes.
Another quote, from the introduction, ostensibly written by Georgia herself
As you will see, I have reached new heights of sophisticosity in this latest of my oeuvres�boys, lipstick, snogging, red bottomosity, jokes about sausages and pants�the list is endless. I do this, as I said, because I love you.
P.S You don�t know what oeuvre means, do you? It has probably got too many vowels in it for your liking.
P.P.S. You think it is French for eggs, don�t you? Like oeuf.
P.P.P.S. You think I have been saying that I have just finished writing my new egg.
(okay, just so I don�t get sued or nuttin�, I should include the full title of the book and the name of the author � the book is And then he ate my Boy Entrancers and the author is Louise Rennison)
I should also note, since I have a banner ad running, for those who don�t know me, I am NOT a goofy teenybopper. I am actually a fiercely intelligent and responsible 36 year old mother of three. I just have the maturiosity of a toddler.