I have the beginnings of a cranium ache. Arg. It's from squinting, because though it is overcast and muggy... it is bright as hell too.
Busy day today; it was math catch up day and I spent a good portion of the hour trying to figure out how to solve: A=1/2bh in terms of h. I think I finally got it, but at one point I had resigned myself to the fact that I must be missing the math gene, and was almost ready to throw in the towel when I finally figured it out. Have I mentioned that I hate math? I loathe and despise it. Math is a jerk and I hate it's momma too.
I am kinda pissed that the Yankees won last night. Usually I root for them, as they are my favorite team ever. But They've won a ton of World Series as far as I'm concerned and I wanted to see someone else get a turn at it. I really wanted Chicago and Boston to face off; but oh well. I know that the last time Chicago won the world series it was like 1908 or some shit, but what really puts it in perspective is that one of the morning dj's I listen to said that the last time the Cubs won a world series, it was before the Titanic sank. That's crazy.
I also heard the dj's discussing how Seattle's own, Bret Boone was in the broadcaster's booth last night, (I think he's been in there off and on during the series)as he has ambition to be a commentator when his baseball career is over. Anyhoo, when his brother, Aaron Boone (who seattle had a shot at signing this year, and passed up... hmmm sound familiar? Tino Martinez???) hit the game winning homer in the 11th inning no less everyone in the broadcast booth went apeshit... everyone except Bret Boone. As I recall he sat there like a stunned lump on a log. After the game, they asked Aaron Boone if he had anything he wanted to say to his brother who was up in the booth. He said "uh... I hope he comes to the after party?" The morning show dj's were speculating that perhaps Fox instructed Boone to be impartial, though why would the other commentators celebrate? Then they speculated that perhaps the brothers don't have a good relationship. (I don't think that is the case, as when the Mariners Organization passed Aaron Boone up, there were some disparaging remarks made by Bret about the Organization.) Anyway, back to my point I'm sitting there, listening and thinking "Yeah, I'd like to speculate that Bret Boone is a big ol' jack ass and probably has a shitty case of sour grapes." I don't care if your jealous or not, man if my sister hit that ball and won the championship for her team I'd be damn happy.
And that's all I have to say about that.
I'm giddy today, ready to go home!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE FRIDAY FIVE
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
2% Milk, Water, Diet Cherry Coke, Lunchmeat, and... Bernstein's light fantastic parmesan garlic ranch dressing. (It's the bizomb)
2. Name five things in your freezer.
chicken breasts, whiting filets, zucchini bread, chicken patties and uh... eggos I think
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Papertowels, Godfish net and holding tank, Cascade dishwashing liquid, garbage can, and Endust/rag
4. Name five things around your computer.
Pens, Paper, Stereo, Coldplay CD, and... usually a cat or two, obstructing our view of the screen.
5. Name five things in your medicine cabinet.
Aaron's cologne, Hydrocortisone cream, my deodorant, hair gel and noxema
One of the many pictures we filled Lori's camera up with... heh
I made asa a sweater last night. HEY! don't judge me, the shit is funny. I'll post pictures up here next week. Aaron walked in and saw Asa sitting there in his little red sweater and bust out laughing. "Now THAT's fucking funny!" I think we are soulmates. He finds my obsession with the cats amusing... slightly strange but amusing. :-)