I am registered on the National Do Not Call list. In fact, all of my phone numbers are. So imagine my irritation when the phone rings 17 times in one day. The only thing the caller ID says is “Promo Offer” and the phone number (480) 543-1187. I went to the trusty little website WhoCalledUs and did a little research. So today, I decided to answer the phone and tell them to stop calling. As soon as I said “Hello” (granted, I was a little pissy), the guy on the other line started swearing at me. I promptly filed a complaint on the Do Not Call Registry website. Seriously? That totally pissed me off.
I have turned into a bona fide snot rocket. I don’t know if I picked up this bug at Disney last weekend, but I am most definitely sick. My house is a hot zone. The problem with all of this is that I can’t take traditional cold medicines due to my pesky little heart problem, so my only recourse is Mucinex, which of course helps with the congestion….By turning me into a snot rocket. I don’t even want to be around me right now. Thank goodness for the magic of the internets. At least I’m still able to do most of my Christmas shopping from the comfort and convenience of my couch, and I don’t even have to get out of my jammies.
I am a news whore. I know this. In fact, I embrace it. WFAA is hands-down the best local news broadcast in the country. The reporters and their stories are regularly featured on Good Morning America. Aside from the appalling lack of a decent grocery store, the only other drawback of living in Florida is the even more appalling local news. Now, while it’s not as bad as say, Shreveport, it IS bad. Very very very bad. How bad is bad?
I’m so glad you asked. As I sit typing this, there is a “Breaking News Story” being broadcast courtesy of my local NBC affiliate. The Breaking News happens to, in actuality, be a lesson on how to cross the street. Here’s the exact transcript:“Don’t misunderstand: A flashing red hand means you have time left to cross. You shouldn’t start into the intersection, but keep moving while it flashes. The numbers indicate how long you have before the light turns red. Use the cross-walk. Punch the button. Walk with the light. Because the only way you can be sure that you’re going to be safe is to make sure all the cars around you are stopped.”
Back at the news desk…..
“And get this: Some people dodge traffic and walk toward the closest cross-walk anyway, meaning they passed up an opportunity to walk safely to that exact. Same. Spot.”
Seriously. This is breaking news. How to cross a friggin’ street. I miss you, WFAA. I miss Gloria Campos and John McCaa. I really miss Delkus.
*bangs head on table*
The cornbread just came out of the oven, so it will have all the time it needs to get good and stale before I make the stuffing on Thursday. The cranberries are popping away on the stove, and they’ll be ready in an hour. They should keep just fine until the Big Meal. Tomorrow is reserved for house cleaning, and Wednesday things really get cooking: pies, dips, veggie prep, bread dough, etc. All in all, things are right on schedule!!! I so very much love Thanksgiving.
We had a blast tonight at Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Party. I highly recommend it!
I live in Florida and I’m wearing jeans and a turtleneck. And I’m still cold. Don’t get me wrong: I like winter. I like snow (in small amounts…Texas snow that sticks for a day and then melts). I just don’t think I expected freeze warnings in Orlando. In November.
There’s something about the nip in the air, though, that makes me look forward to Christmas. Well, the nip and the fact that we’re headed over to Mickey’s Very Merry Christmas Party tonight. They make it snow on Main Street U.S.A. How cool is that? Pictures to follow…..
I have that song stuck in my head now. You know the one. I’m totally gonna get you back for that one.
I spent ALL DAY playing Super Mario Galaxy. I so very much *heart* my Wii.
Ok. First: How weird is it that I spent about 20 minutes today trying to figure out where our “tornado safe room” would be? I have lived my entire life with a tornado plan; now I only have to worry about the random hurricane, and let’s face it: it’s not the same thing. Those of you who live in Tornado Alley know what I’m talking about.
Second: It’s SO. WRONG that it’s 10:30 and the Mavs game is just now starting. And they’re playing Golden State, so you KNOW I want to watch it, if only to see how Dirk does (since he failed us so miserably in the Playoffs last summer).
I think I’d rather worry about tornadoes than how the Mavericks will fare against the Warriors.
This year is the 20th anniversary of Dirty Dancing. I can remember seeing it in the theater when I was 12. With my Dad. Mortifying. I’m getting WAY too old.
Please, please, PLEASE come to Florida. If you don’t come to Florida, I’m not sure I can be held responsible for any actions I might take against Publix. I miss your wide aisles and your outstanding service. I miss your huge selection. Most of all, I miss your cart returns. Seriously…This no cart return thing is really starting to piss me off. I need you, Kroger. I need your canned tomatoes. I need your cart returns and your courteous service. Publix is giving me a fever, and the only prescription is more Kroger. Please come here soon. I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.