New music has been posted.  Smaller file than last week for those still struggling with the dial up pony express.  Allison Krauss & Union Station--blue grass. 

Well, I've returned to my blog after a few days of recooperating from my shoulder injury.  It's mildly painful to type but ^{I will survive}...(go gloria gaynor) 

I saw the old high school librarian yesterday when I fixed her computer.  Of course we remembered one another from the 80's.  I spent alot of time in the school library catching up on my kissing...oh, I mean studying in the back booths with my favorite study partner.  She never ratted me out so I always liked her.   GS was saying she craved Tuna Noodle Casserole so I decided, as her best friend, I must take action.  I spent the morning cooking and dropped it off during lunch hour.  Now for those of you the intricate details of preparing this delectable feast you might be wondering how on earth it took me all morning to make it?  Well, naturally, because I made it twice.  See, I was on the phone, paid less attention to the stove than I should have thus destroyed the first batch.

It's snowing!  It snows every Tuesday.  I am not kidding!  The chorus group cancelled again last Tuesday!  I'm finding this a very strange phenomenom.  Maybe Jefferson is right and there is something wrong with Tuesdays.  Just in case he is right... and my tuna had it in for me...I've decided to stay in.  I'm going to finish up my computer work, climb into some cozy pj's and curl up on the bed and flip through the channels.  Just subscribed to HBO.  I wanted to see the Sopranos and Six Feet Under.  It's quite comical because other than CSI (when I can remember) I rarely watch t.v. 

Signing Off.  Ten Four.  I'm out.

I will change the music soon.  Did anyone listen to it?  What did you think of Kasey Chambers, Australian Gypsy?

Another lovely start on a Saturday--early morning crisis with tenants.  A knock on my door before 7 a.m.  There is no better profession in which to torture thyself than being a landlord.  I think people are confusing me with Rosie the Riveter.  

Mother nature bared her fangs today and her temper showed us gust of wind and torrents of rain.  My daughter felt compelled to point out the similarities between the weather & my mood... At the tender age of 12, I wonder if she can possibly understand the torture of being denied the luxury of sleeping in? 

On a finer note, I found a pair of oh so sexy 4" heels to wear to the Jewel concert.  They are divine with cute straps that buckle around my ankle.  They scream pedicure before you step into me.  I must confess I have kind of a shoe obsession.  I haven't counted lately but at last count I had over 60 pairs of shoes.  Being that I am Rosie the Riveter, I am no doubt prepared for any occasion.  I must have hiking boots, practical flats, power suit pumps, strappy sandals, water shoes, nikes, reeboks, sketchers, ankle boots, flippers, cowboy boots, even platform shoes.. The list goes on & on...and, I keep buying. 

Yesterday, I was right in the middle of adding up a rather large deposit and my calculator died.  Being the great and powerful IT person that I am, I first checked the power source.  (Is it embaressing when you forget to do this first!)  Sure enough it was unplugged.  I plugged it back in assuming that it was accidently pulled it out of the power strip.  Same thing happened twice again today!  So, by this time I've nicknamed the calculator s-l-u-t.. she's so loose...you get the idea...the way my great and powerful mind operates..See, this is WHY YOU SHOULD NOT WORK AT HOME BY YOURSELF...you start talking to inanimate objects and start give them names...

Tonight being the great and powerful Mommy that I am, I decide to be of enormous help with my daughter's bacteria growth project.  But, I'll be damned if I'm about to calculate any multiplication manually so I turn to the trusty but loose calculator.  I'm adding away and happen to note that my terror (I mean terrier) dog has come into the room.  He's being the ever loyal companion; lying at my feet under the desk.  I add another number and blink...calculator dies yet again.  I look under the desk in time to see the dog with s-l-u-t's cord in his mouth.  Sure enough he's pulled the cord out of the power strip.  Seems the noise bothers him and he's figured out how to stop it.  Guess my dog hates math too.  Now I need a new nickname for my calculator.  Any suggestions?