Without getting into a HUGE political debate (O-BAMA-O-BAMA), I must say, I'm confused. Is she giving speeches or perfecting her comedy routine?
Now, don't get me wrong. I like my politicians to have wit and charm. But I also like them to be able to speak about ISSUES without delivering a BADDA-BING after every point.
I just met this gal last week and she's already making me tired. Silly bobblehead.
I fear the average American will vote for her, thinking they're putting Tina Fey into office and at least she'll be good for a laugh over the next four years. Or maybe they think that was here on SNL.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26725961/
Flatbacker \FLAT-back-er\ n. Someone who takes advantage of lying around, swilling beer, eating bon-bons and meeting the neighbors while Fantastic Man earns a living. She was a flatbacker. v. to lounge around without a care in the world except clean underwear in the drawers and cold beer in the fridge. She was drunkenly flatbacking.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
My Brain Hurts
All I have been doing since Friday is stressing out about buying/changing airline tickets, travel dates, hotel reservations, talking on the phone to airlines and basically ripping my hair from my head.
I think I have a career as a travel agent in my future. Obviously, I have the experience. I know more about the available flights, schedules, and change fees than the representatives I'm talking to. Sorda.
I think we are sorted out now.
I hope.
I think I have a career as a travel agent in my future. Obviously, I have the experience. I know more about the available flights, schedules, and change fees than the representatives I'm talking to. Sorda.
I think we are sorted out now.
I hope.
Labels:
Beijing,
Pitfalls of Travel,
Rage,
Sheer Stupidity,
Venting
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
FM REALLY believes there's a magic basket
Here was my schedule for Labor Day, Monday, September 1, 2008:
- 6:30: Wake Up
- 6:30-7:00: Drink coffee to wake up
- 7:00-7:30: Get pretty
- 7:30 - 8:15: Make breakfast for our golfing foursome
- 8:15 - 8:30: Wait for foursome to show up
- 8:30 - 9:00: Entertain foursome, eat breakfast, drink more coffee
- 9:00 - 9:30: Ride a half hour in a taxi to golf course, while getting lost a couple times
- 9:30 - 10:00 Rent clubs, get briefed on specific rules of tournament, organize bags, take a pee, buy water, smoke some cigarettes. etc.
- 10:00: Walk to appropriate tee box
- 10:15-10:30: Wait for foursome ahead of us to tee off.
- 10:30 - 4:00: Play some really bad golf with a couple good shots thrown in to keep us coming back.
- 4:00 -4:20: Unpack rental bags, bid our caddies good-bye, take another shower
- 4:20 - 5:00: Drink beer in the clubhouse while waiting for food
- 5:00 - 5:30: Eat semi-decent food, hungrily
- 5:30 - 6:00: Award ceremony for those who actually played decent golf and booby prizes for those of us who didn't
- 6:00 - 6:30: Drink more beer
- 6:30 - 7:00: Wait for taxi to come and pick us up
- 7:00 - 7:30: Ride home in taxi
- 7:30 - 8:30: Take a "nap"
So, at 8:30 we discuss going for dinner, but decide to eat nectarines and pistachio nuts instead, watch a little TV and get ready for bed around 10:30. And, what does FM ask me?
"Did any laundry get done today?"
Hmmmmmmmm.
I am confused. Exactly who does he think has been doing the laundry for the last six months?
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