Domestic Geek

I came across this while blog jumping today. Deb has started a new meme: "Eight questions derived from eight songs in the Eighties. Posted at Eight. Ish. Hence, the Eight From The Eighties." What a cool idea. The eighties was my decade. I'll try to remember to do this weekly.

EIGHT FROM THE EIGHTIES

1) Can you drive 55?
Not unless there is a police officer present or I've got the cruise control set. My car absolutely hates being at 55. It likes to cruise at 50, 70 or 80. It seems to like the even numbers. I usually try to stay relatively close to the posted speed limit. I feel like I'm pushing my luck if I start going 10 mph more than the limit.

2) Do you blister in the sun?
Only if I'm out in it a long time without sunscreen.

3) Are you pretty in pink?
Absolutely not. I look better in bright, bold colors.

4) Who's your obsession?
I honestly can't think of anybody I obsess about now. The closest thing I have to an obsession is that I really like Brendan Fraser. Once upon a time it used to be Richie Sambora of Bon Jovi, Fabio, Paul Stanley of Kiss, and the WWF's Ultimate Warrior.

5) Were you born in a small town?
I wish -- I was born in Denver, Colorado.

6) Do you love rock-n-roll?
Absolutely. Hard rock and heavy metal are my favorites. Although, I love most music except twangy country crap and mexican polkas. *shudder*

7) Dear God, I hope you get this letter and, I pray...
I don't believe in a god, so there would really be no point, would there?

8) You just got paid. It's Friday night. What are you going to do?
Go home, surf the net and go to bed since I have to work on Saturday. My party days were in the eighties.

I was going to work on the old blog here last night, but Marcus and I got into a fight and that took care of any motivation I had to do anything yesterday. I was admonished by Laura yesterday about my lack of comments. I was going to look into remedying that right away. Maybe later as I'm not focusing well right now.

Give me the "Stupid Move of the Day" award. I was having a touch of heartburn from some popcorn I ate late last night. I went to take some antacid and ended up swigging NyQuil instead. Dumb. That'll teach me not to leave the NyQuil and the antacid out on the counter. Now I'm all loopy and groggy. I can't sleep, though. Argh. I really needed to run some errands that require driving. Damn, damn, damn.

Marcus' and my friend Brad informed us last night that Kenny is REALLY DEAD and is being replaced by Butters on South Park. So it seems for now.. We'll see.....

"Helen, Sweetheart of the Internet" is becoming one of my favorite cartoons. That's one good thing about going to CollegeAmerica. I actually understand the geek humor creeping into the comics. Foxtrot has a lot of it that I just used to ignore because I didn't get it.

Helen, Sweetheart of the Internet
by Peter Zale

Current mood: exhausted
Obviously, I didn't get up early. Damn. Last night about 11 p.m., Marcus woke me up ranting about cleaning up Skippy puke. Had the poor dog scared to death. No wonder he was trying to hide it. So, here I was cleaning up puke and lecturing Marcus about making the dog feel bad for something beyond his control. Marcus doesn't get sick much and doesn't understand what it's like to throw up, etc. Seems like we had this same conversation when Ursa had diarrhea not too long ago.

So, here I am. I overslept and am now procrastinating about going to work. I also needed to go to WalMart and had planned on being there when they opened at 7:30. Oh, well.