New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, March 16, 2004

Okay, I found this personality test website and while I don't nesc. think it's accurate I think this is rather funny. I took the "What Famous Leader Are You?" and the "What Classic Movie Are You?" quizes.

I postulated that I would be Genghis Khan. Gilly said Eva Braun. You still have time to run away...are you ready???





















I should say that Gilly was answering some of the questions for me as in telling me what I should really say. For the record I have never EVEN SEEN the Godfather and I have never dropped or even entertained the thought of dropping ANYONE into a plastic shredder.

Now back to our normally scheduled programming...last night I told Gilly how my ex VP announced that he and his wife were expecting a a baby in late September/early October. I told him that he'd be lucky to have a Libra as we tend to be very fair and balanced people. And when I told Gilly this he said, "Better than a Virgo. They are too mercurial." And I said, "Well I am mercurial." And he said, "No you're not. You aren't happy one minute and then angry off the next." And I said, "Oh yes I am!" And he said, "Oh no you're not. I know what's going to set you off. It's not just random." Now a day later I have to admit that one of my friends/families favorite past times is to get me riled up. Because an I quote them, "It's just so easy!"

Argle bargle...or someone else...

Then tonight at dinner we had the following conversation...

G- My broccoli is too crispy.

M- Pardon me? Would you like me to arrange for it to be soggy?

G-These carrots are too crispy too!!!

M- Would you like me to mash them for you?

G-It's not the crispy. It's the itching! The itching!

(he's allergic to uncooked vegetables...something about digesting the enzymes...but these vegetables were cooked!)

M- Then microwave it for God's sake! Oh, geez now what are we going to have tomorrow for St. Patricks Day? We're already eating green and orange (as in the Irish flag)...perhaps we can have McDonalds??? Or is that Scottish?

G- No it's Mc not Mac we should be fine.

Insert laughter. We have a lot of fun at dinner we do. We talked about having an Irish marriage which would involve carrying the same argument on for 20 years. I suggested that we start now as we have a long time to go. The idea was vetoed.

Then I said, "Well what are you going to wear tomorrow now that you've already worn your green shirt?"

And Gilly said, "This is green???"

Did I mention he's color blind but claims that he isn't? We once got in a rather spirited argument in a Gap dressing room when I was trying on a navy blue corduroy skirt which he claimed was brown (or green) I forget. But it was definately BLUE. Yes we used to and sometimes still do go into dressing rooms together. Aren't we improper?

I am going to pin some crispy brocolli on his shirt tomorrow.

Plus we had a rousing game of calling each other lousy krauts and then I told him about one of my coworkers telling me about attending the New Orleans St. Patricks Day parade this weekend and how people were throwing carrots and cabbages off the the floats. Which if you ask me is very un Irish because Irish people are notoriously stingy.

Good thing that I am a mutt and only 1/4 Irish.

Oh and we've been taking bets as to whether Gil's brother would be driving to NC to the see SHU play in the big dance. Okay, not really "betting" but more so "postulating" because we were both fairly convinced that he would be.

Well he is. He's going with the band booster club. Plus the plan on staying down there so if SHU makes it to the next game. I hope they do but I won't hold my breath. Mind you, this is the man who hates going to Yankee games because of the crowd but he'll ride on a bus for God knows how long with a bunch of crazy students and alumnis. I'd fly if I was going. But then again he hates to fly.

Geez, Freddie just pulled the stuffing out of his shiny fish on a fishing pole...now he's shredding it on the floor. UGH.
Edgar has joined in on the action. I need to go break up a cotton batting orgy.
posted by JustKeepMum on 9:53 PM