Not Enough Coffee or Jack
I am feeling really shitty today, and can’t even think of a decent open thread topic.
Shit, I can’t think coherently.
All I know is, it’s Friday, and Rebecca Black is banned from here for good reason.
So, feel free to talk about anything. Except Rebecca Black. And eggplant.
I’m gonna go get a third cup of coffee which I shall call Bailey 
Tall Tales
Some of y’all may know, last weekend I got to meet Chef Curtis Stone. That was a total blast! Several friends have expressed complete jealousy over that, but it really was pure luck how we got to meet him. Thank you, Lady!
Anyway, it got me to thinking…. Mr. Stone is not the most famous person I’ve ever met. I got to meet Cheap Trick (volunteered as a backstage hand freshman year), Stevie Ray Vaughn (bus broke down at college after a concert and he came out to entertain students), Emmitt Smith (he came into my store to shop for his mom), among others (*cough* Troy Aikman *cough*). I will just say I never stood in line to meet these people. It just happened. But none of the meets were weird, save one.
I was twelve at the time, and our class was on a school field trip to our state capital, to tour the Capitol. See what I did there? Anyway, I was a curious little bugger, and wanted to read every. little. plaque. posted around the place. Next thing I know, I am wandering a different floor, and in desperate need of a bathroom. While looking around for a sign, two gentlemen exit a big room and come towards me. One of them, the older one, asks if I’m ok. I tell him I am lost, and need the bathroom, so he tells me to follow them and he will show me the nearest one.
In retrospect, that sounds like the beginning of a nightmare. But this is the Capitol.
Anyway, he escorts me to the bathroom on the floor below, then gives me instructions to where my class is probably headed. A little concierge is standing nearby with her mouth open. I tell the gentleman thank you, and he tells me I am welcome and to have a great day here. Afterwards, I come out of the bathroom to find the little concierge still there. I tell her hello, and she asks me, “You know who that was??” in a very thick Asian accent.
And as I shake my head, she says, “That was the GOVERNOR!!”
That’s right: Governor Bill Clements escorted me to the bathroom. Talk about Outer Limits.
And what was your most famous weird encounter? 
Paper Chase
Today is “Drop Everything and Read” Day. I own a Nook Color, and a Nook Simpletouch, and many, many hardbacks and paperbacks. And invariably, I turn to the old fashioned book because A) I love the feel of turning the page, and 2) ruining a book in the tub is far easier on the wallet than ruining an e-reader.
Anyway, one of the favorite book memes in social sites is to pick up the book you are currently reading, and open it to a specific page, and post a specific sentence from it. So, grab your book, turn to page 96, and post the fifth sentence written. If we do this right, we will have a novel in no time.
Who knows…. it may make more sense than most of the tripe out there
Sensory Underload
This morning I was drinking my coffee in preparation for Lent Friday. It tasted a bit off, which made me pause. Why?? WHY WOULD THIS HAPPEN ON A DAY I CAN’T EAT???
Oh, right…. I forgot to measure for the Keurig™ filter correctly.
I hate that. Anyway, it got me thinking about our senses.
If I had to live without one, I would choose smell. Why? Because February is skunk mating season.
Which one can you live without??
Hat tip: BC 
Girlie Drink of the Week
Well, it’s Lent, so I’m not imbibing. That usually means I don’t have a Girlie Drink. But since I forgot to let ArmedGeek know, I shall feature what I have been drinking.
Ever since I got the Keurig from Hubby, it has been that bad. Except no coffeepot is actually involved. Nor fang-like nails. But the ease in which one can acquire a cup of coffee is directly proportional to the amount one consumes in a day.
Anyway, how do y’all take your coffee?
Monday, and I Forgot the Open Thread, So Here
Sorry y’all. I have been a bit off kilter the past few days. There’s not just school commitments, but I was also ill, and having to deal with living like a pretzel undergoing therapy. Hopefully, that will be over soon.
Anyway, today comes word that His Holiness Pope Benedict XVI will be retiring at the end of February. This is almost unheard of, seeing as the last Pope to abdicate (that’s what a papal retirement is technically called) was Pope Gregory XII, who retired in order to prevent the Church from splitting. Hey, at least it wasn’t like Pope Clementine V. THAT was a bad retirement.
Full disclosure: I am Catholic. I am a fan of Benedict’s. However, open thread means open views, and I would like to take the opportunity to let y’all know nothing you can type here will offend me in any way. Y’all have every right to your opinions, just as I do. So, feel free to comment your thoughts and opinions on this rather amazing event.
That being said, I can not speak for ArmedGeek, no matter his religious affiliation (if he has one). If you offend him, you are on your own
An Accidental Tourist
Lately I’ve been feeling the travel bug. I guess it’s residual from Hubby’s deployment to the hellhole the ME. But my want of travel fluctuates between the ridiculously extravagant (Fiji), to the hellaciously remote (El Hierro), to the pedestrianly mundane (Vegas, baby!!).
There is one place I really, REALLY want to see if money were no object, though.
Seriously, who wouldn’t want to go see a bunch of half-buried statues on an island the size of Houston, situated in the middle of the world’s largest ocean?
*THIS GAL*
So, if money were no object, where would y’all visit? And would you want to live there??
Hot Wheels
I’m not one to have aspirations of a dream car. To me, a car is just utilitarian. But if I had to choose, I have to pick a silver Thunderbird.
Why, you may ask? Well, because of this.
Now, I’m not saying I am *ahem* ascended from the Divine in any way. I’m just saying that God and I have great taste. I’ll never own one, but it’s nice to want it from afar. That’s what I tell myself whenever I drive the SUV full of screaming kids. Actually, that’s what I tell myself all the time.
So, if money were no object, what would be your ultimate dream car?
And the Tesla™ doesn’t count
Worst Apocalypse Ever
Well, dang….
Last night I was having trouble sleeping after being twisted like a pretzel at therapy, so I stayed up to watch a sorta sci fi flick called Python. Look, it had William Zabka and Casper van Dien in it. Stop judging me!! Anyway, after it was over I happened to glance at the time, and saw that it was after midnight. That had me thinking about the heightened security the schools were going to be enjoying, and the sandwich board-wearing peeps walking around, and Nazca Lines, and Chariots of the Gods. I knew it was time for me to take a muscle relaxer and call it a night.
And then I woke up this morning.
Stupid interpreters…
And what did y’all think would, or still might happen??
Bringing on the Heartbreak
The song was on the radio this morning.
But it got me to thinking…. heartbreak is a serious condition. It hurts more than physical pain. Well, most physical pain, I think. You grieve, you rage, you pine, you pretty much become a sad sack of emotions. And if there is a cure for it, I have yet to find it.
By the way, anyone else think that “heartbroken” sounds like “Hoboken”??
I remember back in high school, my ex-boyfriend sent a mutual friend to let me know we were breaking up. On Valentine’s Day. During lunch hour. I was young and stupid and just mourned for that loss.
I can tell you right now that if he had done that to me now, I would have exacted revenge via billboard to let everyone in town know what a coward he was for doing that.
And how would y’all deal, or have you dealt with a broken heart?? And were laws fractured a time or two??
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