Thursday, January 26, 2006

What the...???

This was in my g-mail account just now when I checked in.

Subject: starfish
From: alfredo

Karyn was at imperil when that happened wealthy. decorate at spicy or even armadillo as in arm.

Anyone else get spammed with gibberish? I mean, I'm used to getting a whole lot of solicitations for Viagra or offers to lengthen my penis (such a lucky girl am I), but this? Ideas, anyone?

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Friday, January 13, 2006


It's ironic to me that, as I sit in my office choosing interior colors for a project, I need to pull the blinds, block the sun and flip on the overhead flourescence. How will this palette look inside this building, with its cubicles and suspended lightning rods? I wonder to myself if the people who will one day work in this building will bring in pictures of their family, a house plant for their desk, or maybe even a Beanie Baby to stick on top of their computer. Something... anything to brighten things up a little. I look at the choices in commercial carpeting and resilient base and sigh. Whoever thought to name carpeting after job titles? Accountant, administrator, banker, salesclerk. I'm not making this up. And while I'm choosing between the necessary blahs, at least I can throw in a hint of color with an accent wall and the Corian. And with that, I raise the blinds and let the sun back in.

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Friday, January 06, 2006

The clam before the storm?

I know, I know... Cooter's been a lazy blogger. But believe it or not, I'm just waiting for 'Christmas' to be over. Yes, you heard me. See, when my parents divorced a gazillion years ago, the drill at Christmastime was that we would spend the actual holiday with one parent, do our own thing at New Year's, then celebrate the birth of baby Jesus for the second time the weekend after NY. It would switch every year. Then when my sister got married and had a family, everything went cattywampus with that plan. Now it tends to be a free-for-all. In fact, this is the first year of my LIFE that 'my' parental holidays will have been celebrated in MY house. And come tomorrow, my mother (MRS. FREENBEAN) and stepfather (DICKWEED) will be luxuriating in the hospitality of Chez Cootera... or, as my stepdad calls it, CHEZ GHOSTRADISH (it's a nickname thing... and hats off to anyone who can name the book).

So the deal is this: posting will resume after the holidaze. It wasn't intentional on my part to clam up, tick a lock, and be silent for so long.

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