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So no kitties or baby squirrels fell in my lap yesterday, but my horoscope may have been right anyway about me getting something I wanted. Oh wait - haven't checked my Powerball ticket yet.
Please hold.
*hold music*
Nothing. Pleh. Oh well, now I just contributed money to Arizona's General Fund. Heaven knows it needs more cash.
Regardless, something happened work-related that would count, but I'm not going to get into it here. But today's horoscope said something about I hit a plateau, but it was really just the first peak to summit and there's more in store. Plus it's another 5-star day. Fantastic! I'm feeling pretty good.
I turned the heater on last night before going to bed. I'm glad I did. It kicks in when the inside temperature is 65 and it was going this morning when I woke up. Radio guy said it was 45 degrees at 6:30am. BRRR! I know I said this yesterday, but it was 100 a week or so ago.
I have a lot to do here at work and I'm pretty damn energized. So I need to get back to it.
Just a couple days of Rocktober left. Electric Six is a band I know nothing about, except Brother Steve gave me this CD one Christmas, don't even know when. I saw it when I was pawing through the stacks and thought I'd give it a listen. I recognize this song, but I think Brother Steve put it on the mp3 player he loaded up for me (and I rarely listen to because I never have time/opportunity).
I can't tell if they are metal, disco, dance, rock, etc. Every song is different and I'm not sure there even is a category for them. Which is probably why I think the songs are cool. Even the rough songs have a big dose of humor and/or irony. I'm not good at reviewing tunes, that's just my take on things.
On CuteOverload - a brand new Brown Swiss baby, still damp from birthing slime, freshly licked, front legs still bent up from being stuck in the womb those long nine months. Hoof tips are still soft, the white parts will harden up with exposure to air.
My guess is BSB is less than 30 minutes old. They usually try to get up within 15, depending on how aggressive Mommy is to get baby up. You know, that ol' prey v predator, need to keep a move on instinct.
With the umbilical cord hanging around like it is, I'm not going to guess if this is a boy or a girl. We usually check between the legs for the true gender signs.
Yay, cowz! Yay, Brown Swiss!
My horoscope says this is going to be a 5-out of-5 star day! w00t!
Something you wanted lands in your lap. This is a sign from the universe.
OOH! What can that possibly be?
I bought two lottery tickets as a hedge. A scratcher and a Powerball. Let's see what my scratcher has for me.
Please hold.
*scratch scratch scratch*
Well, pooh. I didn't win anything. I guess that wasn't what the Universe has in store. That means I still have the rest of the day to forward to. Powerball drawing isn't until later tonight, anyway. But since I actively bought a ticket, does that negate the passivity of something landing in my lap? Hmm.
Maybe it's something else. I'll just go along merrily through my day - tra la la la la! - and see what happens.
Here's my Rocktober tunage for today. I think it kind of fits. I saw The Cars in Toronto in 1987, Maple Leaf Gardens. Fun show, a bit too heavy on stage theatrics for my taste but it was still a blast.
Which isn't nearly as cool as the real thing.
The entire car collection wasn't on display but five Fords were out. Two old timers and then three from the 60s/70s - a Mustang, a Cobra and this race car. I'm sure some guy out there knows what this is exactly. I just knew it was pretty damn sweet.
The gentleman who owns this aircraft hangar is an heir to the Campbell's Soup fortune, a successful developer in his own right and the highest ranking Arizonan on the latest billionaires list. I haven't met him but his two partners sit on my organization's board and are all-around good guys.
It was a fun night, I did more work-related schmoozing than expected but that's fine. I'm never really off the clock when I'm out and about. One of my beloved board members (not one of the aforementioned guys) wondered what the hell I was doing there and I said I was helping out the organizer because we were supposed to have drinks tonight anyway. He laughed and said, "I didn't think you nonprofit types could afford the entry fee to these kinds of things."
I said, "Yeah, but we nonprofit types know how to do big things with very little. That's why you keep seeing me at all the good parties."
Then we talked about how he was on NPR's "All Things Considered" last night and that he turned the radio off because he hates hearing himself.
"If I turn on the radio and don't know it's me, I think 'Gee, that guy is really smart'. Then I realize it's me and I can't listen to it anymore."
He's a trip. I love my job and the people I get to interact with. And the parties. The parties rock.
Just a week ago we were looking at 100 degrees. Tomorrow it's not supposed to get out of the 60's. Hooray! Sweater time! We have some cloud cover, which I love.
I seem more industrious when it's dark and cold. I'm living proof of that old sociological/anthropological hypothesis that colder regions have more technological advancements through the eons than the warm-paradise-lie-in-the-sun-with-no-clothes-on-all-day regions. If you are stuck inside in the cold then you need to find something to do. If it's a beautiful day and you have some fermented fruit beverage around, why bother with anything else?
I'd apologize for digressing but I didn't have a point anyway.
Tonight I'm helping out a friend at a swanky fundraiser for a political guy I adore. The fundraiser is at Hangar One, a swanky private plane hangar that doubles as a shrine to rich boys and their expensive toys. There are many benefits to going, not the least is free dinner and drinks.
It'll be prime networking opps, both professionally and personally. I'm wearing my favorite sassy yet sophisticated suit. I can only hope my allergies and the wind will calm down by then. Otherwise I'll walk in with a runny nose, bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair. Lovely.
I need to get back to it. For today's Rocktober, I give you Thunderbirds Are Now!, a rocking Detroit band I discovered via NPR. I bought the CD at my neighborhood record shop. I told the owner I heard them on NPR and she said that can sometimes be a challenge.
"I get a lot of customers requesting something they heard on NPR. Sometimes I have it, sometimes it's some random guy in Germany sitting in his apartment and produced one CD. I can't get that stuff!"
I'm finally reaching that inevitable point where I get frustrated that I have no spare time in my schedule. Even when I remind myself some of it is my doing, I'm still irritated that I have no time to run errands or take care of other things. As much as Cranky has been a fantastic virtual assistant (THANKS, CRANKY!), I need more than that. I need a second one of me.
I was planning on having Sunday to myself but late Friday night a friend called and wanted to know if I would go the opera with him for the Sunday matinee. Cosi fan Tutte - how could I resist? It was great, I loved it, but I was so tired it was all I could do to concentrate and not think about all the things I wasn't doing. Like buying gear for my upcoming Grand Canyon hike. I'm running out of time to buy new hiking boots and break them in before November 12. Yipes.
I did manage to buy a gallon of milk on my way home from the train stop. I love riding the new light rail. So do a lot of other people. It was packed both Saturday and Sunday, with many opera goers on the Sunday train. Super fun!
I'm leaving in a little bit to head up the mountain for a meeting in Flagstaff. There goes the rest of today and this evening. At least I'm not driving. I plan on sitting in the back and catching up on some reading. Thank goodness I don't get car sick.
Since I didn't do a Rocktober post yesterday (I pre-posted for Saturday already), I'll throw in two songs for today. The band is The The, or as I like to say, the The The. A guy I dated a few years ago introduced me to them and that's pretty much all I have to share by way of background info - and I need to get some work done before I leave so I'm not going to look up any more information. My apologies to anyone who is offended by my intentional lack of thoroughness.
Have a great day! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!
Damn Twitter. It makes me click on links, like the latest offering from Regretsy. I thought I had better post this in case some of you want to pay $12 for bearded panties.
I found this Twitter feed. As someone who references her AP Stylebook almost daily and winces at incorrect capitalizations, this is fantastic.
Examples:
Until one gains the credentials to be regarded as a professional, a person who has sex for money is called an "amateurstitute."
Do not refer to an anonymous source as "Mr. Scaredy Pants," no matter how much of a scaredy pants he might actually be.
Boring literary works can be improved by adding -izzle to their titles: Ulyssizzle, Moby Dizzle, Hizzle of Darknizzle.
Always capitalize 'Bible.' You don't want to get letters from those people.
Here is the real AP Stylebook's Twitter feed for comparison.
My friends at the Phoenix Zoo pointed me to this webpage, Zooborns, that has ZOO BABIES! And Aquarium BABIES!
SQUEE!
*poit*
Can't dawdle long, have a lot to do and not much time left to do it. Yay, deadlines!
So here are my Rocktober entries for yesterday and today - and one for tomorrow just in case I can't get to my computer.
Since my calendar feels squished (what else is new, eh?), I'll play you some Squeeze.
HAPPY FRIDAY!
