I just watched a piece on March Madness, and I thought I'd be alright with the passion and the heartbreak, etc...but then they did a Hank Gathers piece, including him dropping dead. THANKS GUYS.
I'm watching one of those old HBO specials on sex and porn (why do they not do that anymore? They're worth repeating, but I haven't seen anything as wide-rangingly and frank as Real Sex filmed recently, or graphic as Pornucopia that doesn't look ridic dated.
They are makng porn sound like a great career choice--no education required, and $1000/day is...that's a decent way to pass the time. Instead I'll be reviewing two books on agile use cases this weekend, and breaking in new (what???) pens.
Today's drawing challenge was favourite food, and I need to look around to see what other people drew, because none of my food is recognisable cooked.
I had a total me day. I met up with a friend and she helped me pick out some clothes to try. I ended up buying more than I expected but still was within the budget I had set for myself. Then I hit Target for a couple of things - and only bought what I went in for. Next was a mani-pedi. I now have red french tipped fingernails. Now I have A's ball and a quiet house. I just need a cabana boy to bring me dinner and I'm set.
I ended up watching the As/Astros game with my parents last night, Suzi. Pretty fun game.
I defrosted some pesto I made over the summer with fresh basil, and just put in on pasta, and.... I think I don't like pesto. Woe! I'm not crazy about garlic, and I think I'm actually not that big on basil, either. Hmph. Maybe I'll mix the rest in with some red sauce.
I am having a great deal of trouble comprehending that point of view. I guess I always knew that being "not crazy about garlic" was theoretically possible, but I don't think I really believed it could happen.
This is why I felt the need to confess! I love onions, am not crazy about garlic. At least, not when it's not cooked a lot.
I tired a new turn technique in the pool tonight. That...did not go well. And it got me a friction rash to boot. Grrr.
House all mopped. And I might've even dusted a shelf or two. It's baaaaad.
t, I read your post as "Ass/Astros" game and it took me a bit to figure out that you didn't mean the Astros were playing like ass.
I love onions, am not crazy about garlic.
Jesse’s words make no sense to me.