Saturday, September 09, 2006

New running mate

For my Harry Potter friends.

Nightmare


True story: I woke up from a nightmare last night. Here's what was happening: I was at my office and there was preparation going on for some sort of huge meeting. I was pissed off because that's part of my job and the powers that be had opted to use someone else -- the corporate controller (whom in real life is very cook and who I like alot) -- who admitted that there would be a special event because she was using her connections. Her best friend (in the dream) was Rita Cosby who admitted that she was "dating" Rush Limbaugh. And through that connection HE had been invited to speak at my company meeting. Well, obviously I was wigging and immediately started preparing my list of questions. I was prepping for firing off remarks before he ever had a chance to speak. I was ready to lead the mass exodus from room and could see the CEO glaring at me. I was ready and willing to be quit, be fired, or whatever. Then I was going off on a tirade with a co-worker who "didn't see what the big deal was." I was screaming things like, "He's a total racist. He is the personification of everything that is wrong with this country. He IS the ugly American. Don't you understand what he thinks? He thinks black people can't swim!" That's when Kevin shook me awake. Man, and I was just getting started.

So I'm not stressed enough with work and planning about 300 wedding/baby showers/events. Now I have this moron to deal with in my dreams.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Oink

This is what I feel like today.

Labor Day should be called Excuse to Eat a Lot of Crap and Look Like I Should Be Going into Labor Day.

'Nuff said.