If I'm Brian, you're Peter!!!

Good evening and Salutations my friends.

We celebrate today by consuming large amounts of Shepard's Pie. Yeah, I'm so stuffed.

Let's move pass my food issues.

No really. There's nothing to celebrate today unless you are considering unbirthdays. Then go ahead.

Did anyone see the Super Bowl? Who won? Wait. This is where my life is. It is 8:40 pm the Monday after Super Bowl, and I have to go online to see who won. Congrats to the Colts and all their fans. I guess if I were a betting girl, I would go with the Colts too. I never was a big fan of the Bears.

Not much is going on here. Work was somewhat slow. First of Mooey is fucking fired for not waking me up this morning. Since I got that fat bastard, he has awaken me at 4 in the morning because that's when he thinks I should be getting up to serve him breakfast. So this ill-fated morning, when I failed to set my alarm, the least he could have done was pounce on my chest at 5 am from the top of our new bed's head board. I mean, he has only been landing on me from a foot to a foot and a half for the last 3 months. Fucking Fired!

Mondays are always my catch up days. I usually don't work weekends, so I scurry around all Monday trying to put things in order. Today, the Store Manager was conducting ISO on Zone 4 and Front list. I wonder if he checked my area? I guess that's the only thing from work, wait. There was that one phone call.

I guess I shouldn't make fun of the guy. I mean, he truly believed in what he does, so who am I to judge. This guy called looking for a book of names. After about 10 minutes of searching through baby name books, I finally asked the guy what he needed the names for. You know, to see if maybe I was barking up the wrong tree. This is what he said:

" I am a Christian, and I think you won't understand if I explain it." Cool, guy go ahead. "I get premonitions during my dreams , and the names of the people in the dreams indicate future happenings. I just don't know what the names mean, so I need a book that has exact meanings of proper names."

So I go through the baby name books again. Try on our computer. Finally, I walk to the Christian Inspiration section. No luck. After another 5 minutes of getting an earful of how powerful names are, he politely ended the phone call. After a minute. I started thinking about that name thing. So far, the only meaning for my name that I've found is "peerless." What does that say about me. Right now. I'm thinking it means " Alone". Maybe there is something to what that guy is saying.

It snowed at the end of last week, and what snow is left is quickly turning to ice. Our whole road is a sheet of ice which I found out due to my late wake up. Oh by the way, guess who woke me up? Hubby. There is an episode of Family guy where the FCC has gone wild censoring everything. Lois admits that Peter's right. He has been waiting 15 years to hear that he was right. He pulls on a rope suspended from the ceiling which releases a banner exclaiming, "Peter's Right," and red balloons fall from the ceiling. Also the skeleton of a clown falls. Yep, now imagine that except it's Hubby and me. Tragic. We are now 1200 to 1. He's catching up, that trixie shaved St Bernard.

Heroes is on. I shall have to let you go. Oh, Hostage. Completely good. You should totally rent it. Bruce Willis as a drunken, depressed divorcee with a lot of clot as the Chief of Police. Lots of drama, tears, and blood. What else do you need. Also the plot's not too bad. The downfall of the movie, he's movie daughter is really unattractive. Once you bypass that, you are good to hook!

Good night.

The more we care for the
happiness of other, the greater
is our own sense of well-being.

Dalai Lama (this guy is a genius!)

Lois: You were right Peter Peter: No way! I finally get to do this! (pulls on a rope which drops balloons and confetti and unrolls a banner that says Peter's Right) Peter: I had that set up fifteen years ago. (looks around) Hey where's the clown? Lois: We have to do something about the FCC. Pack your bags, Peter, we're going to Washington DC. (skeleton with a clown nose and a rainbow afro wig falls from the ceiling) Peter: Oh, there he is.
Yokai