I Am Chicken, Queen Of The Idiots

Her highness has entered the blogosphere, all please rise.

Okay, so I've been blowing and going like there is no tomorrow, and my big project is finally done, and I'm trying to catch up but meetings have sucked a lot of time out of my schedule and I end up working until late at night, or leveling Tinychicken, or both, and so I'm all funky proud of my ass for starting to get the things I've neglected back in order, until I get home from the grocery store and decide the mini rose arrangement I have on my table has to go, so I dump the flowers in the trash and the water looks like ickness, then I think to myself, how clever, just dump it down the disposal, right?, only in my hurry to rid myself of the ickness that was the roses' home for two weeks, I pour the water down the drain and hear a clatter.

I forgot that the greenness of the water was due not to ickness, but largely to the nest of small, colored stones sitting in the bottom of the vase.

Great. So I call my dad and ask him how easy it is to get to the disposal, and after the "Well, maybe you might learn something from this" remark (what, Dad? not to dump small, round glass objects down the disposal? why haven't you told me this before now?), he's all set to come up this evening and help me out. I love my dad, he is awesome that way. I just know there will be at least ten minutes of him asking me why I did this.

Because I don't think you have anything better to do than help me dig rocks out of the disposal, Dad. That's why. Oh, yeah, and I wanted an excuse not to go to the gym.

If I get any smarter, I may just have to run for President.

It's 12:00 a.m., Do You Know Where Your Chickens Are?

Yeah, well this one was playing WoW for four hours, trying to achieve the aforementioned goal. After a grueling hour of 30 minutes personal trainer/30 minutes sweating her ass off to CNN/the local news/E Entertainment.

Enough to make one want to vomit, and I almost did. Blech. Rolling my belly around on some ball could provide the catalyst for which all previous meals could come rolling right back out, I say. Note to self: Do NOT eat before next trainer visit.

One other thing: who the HELL are these people who look like they are HAPPY to be at the gym? WTF?

On another subject -- now I feel as though I have stepped (no, plunged head-first) into Snot Central, as I believe a cold or some other allergy-thingie is coming on.

Lovely image for you all, I'm sure, but I can't help but share that with you. It's March in Texas...we are supposed to be going into tornado season, not snot season. I feel as though my head has expanded at least twice its circumference (sp?) in the past hour.

I have nothing but bad things to report. Can we continue this some other time? Please?