Random thoughts

Word of the day: fettle \FET-l\, noun:

A state or condition of fitness or order; state of mind; spirits -- often used in the phrase "in fine fettle."

VERY RANDOM...don't say I didn't warn you!

The boss is back from her vacation. Her eyes are wrecked. She looks high, or infected, or something. What a way to end a vacation. It’s good to see her, though. I’m tired of watching the mice play while she's away.

The Bay City Rollers: Who would have thought I’d still have the lyrics to “Saturday Night” programmed into my brain 30 years later?

I also still have the lyrics for “Wildfire” memorized. It really is one of my favorite songs. Still. Probably because I don’t hear it often. My one horsey memory from childhood.

Whatever happened to ELO?

Inane 70s songs that make me smile:

“Ruby.”
“You’re Having My Baby.”
“I Think I Love You.”
“Love the One You’re With.”
“I Can See Clearly Now.”
“Paradise by the Dashboard Light.”
“You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet.”
"Bad, Bad Leroy Brown."

Live365 exploded on me; I’ve switched to Yahoo! LaunchCast. Extremely cool.

Why does Suzanne Somers keep writing books? Who is buying them (besides libraries)? What am I missing here—why would I want advice from her? Not to say I dislike her, but…why her and not…someone with a medical/culinary background??

Combining what I worked on Sunday with what I’ve cleared out today, I’ve done 240 items in the last 11 work hours, mostly DVDs and books on CD. I’m quite proud that I’ve stayed away from playing around the Net--for the most part--today. Unfortunately, the person who takes over on the stuff I’ve finished with has a completely full cart, so I have no place to put anything else. I’m assigning subject headings to local history clippings for the rest of the day today.

Why Ratzinger? Ugh. Thank God he’s old—he can’t possibly last more than 15 years or so (I hope).

My legs are vaguely orange below my clamdiggers today. Too much bronzer? I’m probably the only person who can tell, though. Normally my legs are A4-paper white.

The Ponytailed One has stirred up another wasp nest, meaning I got a call from another cataloger today worrying that she was doing something wrong. I told her no, the P.O. is just pissy. I swear the man must have PMS. Either that or something really bad is going on in his life. Maybe he’s not getting enough sleep, it being lambing season…. Whatever. My advice: ostrich until we’re told by the directors to do something. Passive-aggression is a great thing!

I’ve actually started my goals list. The best part was sitting on the front step in the sun—-absorbing the sun-—writing yesterday afternoon. As if I didn’t have any responsibilities.

Quote(s) of the day:

"There are two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness." –Franz Kafka
[and I suffer from both, poor me]

Ya’ll may want to get your affairs in order: I got out the sewing machine yesterday and to stitch up some quick curtains. Sparky was quite impressed with my skill.

The end times are truly upon us….