Know how I know I might have had too many beers at Happy Hour? I just typed this: http://www/[ozzajit/cp, — what does that even mean?
I had Happy Hour with my department tonight. It’s a little sad, because we were saying goodbye to one of my favorite co-workers, who happens to be moving to Kentucky. Kentucky is far! So we had beers to celebrate. And it was good. I think I take for granted a lot the fact that I work in such a small department that has such dynamic individuals. Tonight reminded me of that and it was super awesome.
Now we’re waiting for pizza to get there, watching the American Idol finale, and we’re supposed to be packing for camping. I’m not sure if that’s going to happen. I just know it needs to happen.
The General took this a few months ago at dinner one night. And, while I don’t know why, it’s become one of my favorite pictures of me as of late! I’m tempted to use it as my LinkedIn picture, but I think that might not appear that I’m much of a professional… because the picture I’m curently using of Riley and I is *so* much more professional…
‘Member how the internet used to be pretty limited to the amount of dating sites that were out there? There was always the sites for black people and for Jews and fat people — at least those are the ones I remember seeing when I got my first computer from Sam’s Club (so not kidding) in 1998. But now, my friends, I think I’ve found my favorite site of all time for those looking for love online: equestrian cupid. I’m not even kidding.
It bills itself as a community built exclusively for horse lovers and equestrian singles, where they can “meet horseback riding buddies, discover unchartered trails, pursue the country lifestyle, locate the best riding areas, and meet someone to share your country pursuits”. I’m not gonna lie. When I read that list, I went between adding “in bed” to the end of them or trying to figure out innuendo for each activity. And, don’t worry, it’s totally doable.
I know it totally takes all kinds to make the world go ’round and there’s someone out there for everyone and all those other cliches, but this really isn’t something that I thought was necessary to find online. I mean, you know some sick horse fetish dude (I’m thinking about the donkey scene in Clerks II right now…) is gonna login and try to pick up all the ladies with his fancy horse talk. And hearts are just going to get broken, people.
The good news right now, if you’re so inclined to find that perfect someone that loves Seabiscuit just as much as you do, they’re offering a FREE sign-up. Check it out. Let me know what you think. I’d be curious to know if the following usernames are taken: MR_EDD, BlakkBooty, Hi_Ho_Silver or BuckinStallion69. I already signed up and you can find me under Seabiscuit4Luv.
Ever since I started taking Ritalin, I’ve been a kitchen cleaning machine on Saturday mornings. I get up at 8 or so, pop in my 20mg of Ritalin, get dressed (shoes included!) and start cleaning my fingers to the bone. Nobody made me start doing it – I just did it a few weeks ago. And now I’m seriously in love with doing it. Once The General has downed the first cup or two of coffee, we kind of tag team the whole place, and usually some time before 11 a.m., our place is clean from front to back and we’re wondering what we’re going to do for the rest of the weekend.
Last weekend was the first time we had The Boy since we’d started doing this cleaning frenzy mornings and I think it kind of scared him. He ended up joining in thanks to a game I made up called “Pick a number between 1 and 3 and then you have to do the chore associated with it”, and getting things done like filling up all of our water bottles, taking out trash, sweeping all the floors, and cleaning his room (including making his bed!). And today, I couldn’t stop thinking of how we had to keep that going on a regular basis.
So, tonight, while The General was making dinner, the three of us set around the table and figured out how we were gonna spread our cleaning throughout the week instead of wasting the only free day I get with The Boy and the start of the weekend by doing a bunch of chores. Our plan involves a list of chores, with them all broken down into things that an 11 year old can do without any problem at all. It also involves drawing random chores from a yet to be appointed box/bowl/jar at least once a day to make sure we’re always working on cleaning instead of leaving it to Saturday morning.
This whole shebang is gonna start up tomorrow. We’ll see how it goes. I may need to find something else to put my Ritalin-induced focus on this weekend, which would not at all be a bad thing.