Not off to a very good start. After Beer 1, I figured I better do my running around town.
So I changed the headline to reflect current reality.
I’ll just update this post from now on, in case you will be keeping score.
My wife has my car, I have hers. It’s a convertible, with leopard fuzzy dice, leopard steering wheel cover, and leopard seat belt covers. No problem, I’ll put the top up and remove the fuzzy dice. Wrong. She has a license plate bracket that says: Knitting It Takes Balls. Yeah, I love driving around town in her car!
So while I was out, I stopped at my favorite mexican place for a quesadilla and rice. You’ll have to trust me on this: I had a beer with lunch.
So that’s two.
While I was there I pondered if I had early onset Parkinson’s because the rice kept falling off my fork.
Beer three in hand.
UPDATE: Three beers down, two at home and one at lunch.
Watched the dogs run around outside and when their tongues hit the deck, I brought them in. Beer three went down really easy.
Dogs can only sweat through their tongues.
They are killing Big Ben. No more bongs for Londoners. Londites? They will silence BB because they need to repair his four faces.
I’m fascinated by Violent Acres. I believe what is written. Today is one of those posts that make you realize there are some pretty messed up people who ended up with seemingly decent kids. And I buy the argument that a college degree is way overrated. I don’t see it changing however.
I’ll probably spend the afternoon readding RSS, so be prepared for some disjointed stuff. I’ll watch Ellen’s monologue because she is clever.
Beer four down while writing this.
Entering this contest. The answer is about midnight.
Hope I win. But I hate this person because she got some personalized M&M’s. Just remember this: for every M&M candy consumed you have to walk 100 yards to burn the same calories.
Mail’s here. Gotta walk off one M&M.
UPDATE: Six. Just walking to the mailbox made it easy to down #6. I found in the lower fridge drawer some miller Lite. So since I like Chill as a cooler-downer, I’m moving to Lite.
My bookmark for to login to this blog is right next to my bookmark for my portfolio. I launched that site instead. Wholey Crap. I’m gonna have a Bourbon and Coke next. And that won’t count.
Stu9id markets, this volitility is killing me. We’re one of those people that the experts say not to be: we check our investments everyday. Yesterday was dynomite, today it exploded all over me.
UP”DATe: You know what they say about drinking alone? Their right. As soon as I get through my 200 RSS feeds to read, I guess I’ll stop. Nah, just joshing.
But I missed ellen’s monologue. Wife called, the had a 12 passenger stretch pick them up, with Clarence the driver.
Seven. I have this website playing in background. Good taste in music too. The Asian Cole Slaw sounds good.
Here’s a tip for taking photos of people to make them look thinner. I tend to do the chin tuck, I try to remember to stick my neck out and it does help. But those loose shirts just don’t do the trick anymore. I have a belly like Tony Soprano. Probably from eating too much coleslaw.
Beer Float anybody?
UPDATE: Market closed down 387. Our equities were down only $356. Mutual Funds won’t figure until later. LOVE Jails CXW, up 4%! Mutual Funds – the supposedly conservative way to invest will kill us when they figure. Ah tomorrow’s another day. George says it’s OK.
“If markets are given a chance, they will adjust in a way that is a necessary reaction to a flood of liquidity that came into the market over the last couple of years.”
“I happen to believe the war has clouded a lot of peoples’ sense of optimism.”
“It all depends on if you’re a glass-half-full or a glass-half-empty kind of guy.”
With Mr. Bush’s approval ratings hovering at around 35%, the glass is considerably less than half-full for him. More like 65% empty.
It’s really a sign of the president’s lack of credibility that no one really cares what he thinks about the economy at this point.
Ah I think Ah’l have another beer. My typing is actually getting better.
UPDATE: OK, done. You know what they say about drinking alone! I’m done with my RSS feeds, and I’m getting bored with this as I’m sure you are too. Nobody likes me. Grandad says I can’t hold my beer. Prairie Gourmet says I belong in a car with leopard print. BadBadIvy called me a dude. (Dude: I haven’t been a dude, ever. I’m male, but I’ve never been a dude.) The rest of you prawley dissapprove of my drinking in the middle of the day in the middle of the week.
S.H.I.T. Sure Happy It’s Thursday. Except in Ireland, where it’s either Wednesday or Friday. So I’m done.
dood night and good luck.
So you aren’t really recommending Sangria and Coke? We could call it Coca-loo, or K8gria, Carlos and Coke (Gallo wine)