Zilch...Nada...

I really have nothing to blog about. Seriously, nothing. I am trying to avoid starting my Operations Strategy case study (due tomorrow), so lucky for you to get to read my Procrastination Dribble.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Finance Center...
So I was walking into work on Saturday morning when I hear Queen playing faintly in the background. Before I know it, this huge motorcycle with huge American and Mexican flags driven by a large, bald man comes zipping up to the front of the building blaring "Somebody to Love." Hilarious to me, and probably not to you. Had to be there. Man, I love that song. Symphony on the Prairie is having a Queen concert this year to make up for it being an off summer for their ABBA show. You better believe I'm there!

Spring Cleaning...
I saw this list on the Glamorous Girlfriend's website and was instantly inspired to deep clean our house. It comes from Martha's Housekeeping Handbook, if I'm giving credit where credit is due. After reading through it, I realized that I have never done ANY of the things on the list (okay that might be an exaggeration, but not by much...) in the 2+ years we've lived here. And the Inspire-o-Meter fell a little bit. Then, I went to Ace and bought the Windex Outdoor garden hose attachment so I don't have to physically wash the windows on the outside, just turn the hose on them and rinse. Sounds like it's worth the 8 bucks to me! Cleaning inspiration then became non-existent. I once considered purchasing Martha's Housekeeping Handbook, but there's no need to rub salt in an open bad-housekeeping-skills wound.

Weekend Shenannigans...
Okay, "shenannigans" may not be the word to use here. It was pretty calm. We had dinner with the Sinders' at Bravo on Friday and then I met my friends Christi and Candy at Maggianno's on Saturday night. I barely made my dinner date on Saturday because I ran 9 miles that afternoon in the sun without any water stops, and I paid dearly for it. I had to have been dehydrated because after about half an hour back from the run I started to feel like crap...like pale-faced, seconds-from-passing-out crap. After laying around through two Sex and the City episodes and two I Love Raymonds and lots of V-8 Fusion, I felt like I could drag myself to the shower and make it to dinner. Two lessons learned here: 1.) DRINK WATER!, and 2.) STOP RUNNING! I have finally faced the fact that I am not a runner and that I am ready for the mini to be over with so I can start behaving like I have some common sense again.

That's about all from me. It's 6:30 and it's time to face the facts on this paper. Only three more weeks until the semester's over! Ya-hoo!