Tuesday, November 15, 2005

This whole having a job thing...

...certainly gets in the way of one's blogging. (Not that I'm complaining.)

Last night, I got home, ate dinner, took a shower, got in comfy sweats, sat down on the sofa, closed my eyes... and I blinked and it was 11:30 at night. Then, of course, I was up until 2. Grrr.

Tonight, I'm forcing myself to wash the dishes, do some laundry and stay awake until 11, and only then will I allow myself to collapse into the Sleep of the Damned. I'm sure once my body gets back on track with the rhythm of a day job, all will be well, but for now, I am the Zombie Queen, koo koo ka choo.

I started telling weird life stories at work today. Usually that's the kiss of death for me, but, for once, I'm working in a place where many of the employees have weirder stories than I do. I look like an utter amateur compared to most of them.

Bring it on, I say. Bring it on. Can't wait to hear about more cool adventures.

Tomorrow, I'll hopefully be recording another piece for WAMU, after work. It's a Thanksgiving piece, to run the Friday after Turkey Day (I think.) I cover some of my classic childhood memories. For the sake of propriety, I left out one of the best ones - the year one of my sisters baked an apple pie for dessert while stoned out of her gourd. She overfilled the pie pan so high with filling, the crust was stretched to it's limits over this enormous, bulbous affair. Instead of cutting vents into the behemoth, she carved the name "JIMMY HOFFA." My father was not amused. My sister has no recollection of this Thanksgiving incident. I, however, have a Polaroid photo of the finished product. Heh heh heh...

I'm excited that I'll still be able to keep doing commentaries, even with the day job. Yeehaw and whoo-hoo!

Hand turkeys for everyone!!


Claire said...

That turkey representation has been on my mind for a while now. I do see wild turkeys here, even a whole flock of them crossing the road in front of me a week or so ago, but I've never seen one with its tail feathers up. And yet, that's how they're always depicted. Ok, time to stop the crazy talk...

Merujo said...

Hand turkeys rock!

A couple of years ago, driving up a big commuter road in high wind, a wild turkey popped up from the side of the road and fluttered into my windshield.


Fortunately, neither the turkey nor my car was worse for wear. There was a state trooper right there, ticketing someone and he was totally amazed that my windshield wasn't shattered - and that I didn't have instant turkey dinner. That bird just shook it off and walked away.