I am sick sick sick.
Sick as a DOG! ARG!
I have discovered a new blog
. I started reading her current and then liked her so much that I stopped and went all the way back to her archives and have gone through two years already. Great lunch time reading.
Anyway, I am taking two days off from running trying to get over this damn cold. It is rather mild as colds go but then I just got over my stupid fever blister. GAH! I hate germs!
Anyway, it's been an extremely busy week. Between the wedding plans, the World Conference plans, making airline reservations for my sister, and work work work... it's been rather surreal. I still have to do the bills, and get ready for taxes. I do nothing when I get home, I am so tired, and I like to just sit and veg out. Given that the time I get home and finish dinner to the time I go to bed is only a difference of about 2 hours, it doesn't leave a lot of time for marking things off the To Do list.
Country Fried steak. One bad thing about it is that the fried breading covers all fattiness viewing. So you must cut the pieces off carefully and examine all sides to ensure that there are no fatty hangers on. If so, you must cut them away little buy little until the lean meat is left. It makes eating an otherwise unhealthy delicacy a royal pain in the arse.
Oh and fries. One must always make the unhealthy unhealthier by accompanying it with french fries. Or is that freedom fries. Are we all over that yet??
Tonight I go to the invitation place to order invitations. ACK! It's REAL! But then, I already knew that. :o) It would be much easier if we didn't have to legalize what Joe and I already agree to: that we were married a long time ago and just had to find each other. Yes, very romantic.
OH! MY! GOD! Can I tell you?? My dearly departed Dead Daddy came to visit the other day! NO LIE! And I am not crazy. Please. So we were sitting there watching TV and the primary returns. Joe picks up the remote while Dean is talking and changes the channel saying something about how irrelevant Dean is. I turned around and saw my Dead Daddy! When I was little, we'd be sitting there watching TV and if something irrirated or disgusted my father, he'd make a noise, make a scrunchy grimace face, change the channel saying "shut up, you stupid." Sometimes I would be interested and would protest but he would then look at me and say, "he's stupid and I am not listening to him." And that, my friends was that. Of course I grew up in a documentary and news watching household. The only thing we really couldn't watch was snakes. Daddy hated snakes. Didn't even like to see pictures of them. He liked to fish. Don't know how he manged that since worms, in my opinion, are kinda like munchkin snakes. Kinda. I said, KINDA! Sheesh. Anyway, come to find out Joe doesn't like snakes, either. Just like Daddy. Too bad Daddy is dead. He would really like Joe. He wouldn't try and talk me out of this wedding by offering to buy me a $110,000 car instead of giving me a wedding.
Okay. Back to my lunch. I wonder about cold country fried steak...