Ten random things to start off your week. I'm sure you have some as well. Do you feel the need to mumble? Be sure to let me know and I'll link you up at the bottom.
1. My 2010 goals/performance objectives are due today. I'm typically a bottomless pit of feel-good "make me betters" and words to express how I'll accomplish things I've already been doing. I'm up for the challenge again!
2. Michelle felt the need to state (repeatedly) on Wednesday that she wouldn't be at work Thursday....OR Friday. I sincerely hope she enjoyed her two days off despite her incessant vacation dropping tendencies. That's just how nice I am.
3. Till was invited last minute to go with a neighborhood friend and his mother and siblings to a park Sunday afternoon. I was familiar with the name of it but unsure of the location. When Till returned, Hubs asked him, "How did you get there?" in an attempt to discern the location. Till's response was, "His mom drove us." Duh, Dad.
4. Admittedly I'm a bit of a control freak. Especially when it comes to noise pollution. Our neighborhood is slightly unsocial, but it's always been quiet. Everyone keeps to themselves, making it feel a bit deserted, but at least it's quiet. Until these people moved into a house across the street and down one lot. I think they're renters, but I'm not certain. Either way....they tend to play music, especially on nice days, extremely loud. It's winter, our windows are closed, and yet....their bass is traveling into my living room as if it's part of my TV show.
5. In case you're wondering, I'm also that neighbor who will march across the street and let them know immediately that I don't ENJOY their bass being in my living room, and no...I don't care that it's coming from a tiny stereo. It's FRIGGING loud. Turn that crap down. I didn't get out of a shared-walls apartment environment just so that I could hear your music ACROSS THE STREET.
6. OJ tried to stab TO with his fork at dinner Sunday. He also slapped him on the back of the head when he woke up Sunday morning. But in between? He mimicked his every move all.day.long. There is SOMEthing wrong with this child.
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9. I have a good friend who roots for the Minnesota Vikings. Professional football for you ladies who don't follow sports. And if you're a man who doesn't know who the Vikings are, well...you should just stop reading now and figure out a way to Man Up. Except you, Mo....you are, after all, not a local. Anyhow....I feel slightly bad for not rooting for the Vikes Sunday. I have no real reason to root for either team, but there's just something about the team they played that pulled me to them....I had to put this out here. She sometimes reads the blog and I needed to be honest.
10. These Mumbles were really long. Sorry about that.
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Michelle
13 comments:
2. Well, Miss I'm-gonna-be-off-for-3-months...I did enjoy my two days off...especially Williamsburg BBQ. :P
8. you grocery shop the way I grocery shop. I don't think there's any better way to do it.
Ummm don't forget...to rock chalk Jayhawk tonight!!!!
I was rooting for the New Jersey Jets...
Oh well :)
I hope your 2010 goals/performance objectives aren't stinky like a freshly filled baby diaper.
I am with you on the loud neighbor, except mine has a LOUD truck. One that leaves late at night and about 10 minutes BEFORE my alarm in the morning...Grrrr!
I think I may have to borrow you next time the neighbours have one of their parties.
I have a mumble! I got back from my press trip yesterday and I just realized I lost my camera somewhere! Argh!!! This freakin sucks.
And you've got some set on you to march over and tell those fools to lower the noise. I usually just take it and walk around the house muttering and cursing them out. Doesn't do much for the noise.
I have to avoid big warehouse stores. The only thing we need that I get there is toilet paper and everything else I buy is humongo packages of candy or treats...ugh!
My mumble is "GO HAWKS! KICK SOME MISSOURI A**!"
Ok, I guess that was more of a scream than a mumble...
I grocery shop exactly like you (week's worth only, no snack foods) and it drives the hubby insane. Especially from the lack of snacky stuff. There's no doritos in my house because I lack the self control to not sit down and eat the entire bag. At once. You want a snack, eat a damn apple.
We grocery shop like you do - so much easier!
Big warehouse stores just exhaust me - you could say they 'ware' me out; yep, I crack myself up.
Moving on...or not, I've got nothing left to add.
Don't hate on the Vikes. You need to pay back the favors...I root for your lowsy Raiders and often times Rock the Chalk...How can you be such a Norskey Hater? I'll keep the rest to myself.
After that embarrassing display of football (on Sun night), I am done living, eating, sleeping NFL football. I am not caring an ounce...until maybe the draft in April. I am boycotting the Superbowl and saying lots of prayers that old man Favre makes a return. Your number 9 mumble hurts a little =(
Want to come over to my place and kick my upstairs neighbor's a**, since they like to blast their music at 3am?
GO SAINTS!!!!
I just wrote my "annual bull report" also. Good Luck with getting yours over on your new manager. Maybe you'll get lucky and he/she won't care -- that's always my fav. And I LOVE warehouse shopping. Every person in America needs 83 rolls of toilet paper. Everyone :)
Am laughing out loud at #6
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