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Life happens. To me. Alot.

 I so keep wanting to come on and post. I mean I pay for the damn thing. Ach. Okay one massive one cause I don't feel like going back to pastpost. HAH! My nerd cred just took another shot in the ass. I just figured out the Rich Text vs the HTML. Dur. 

Right now feeling pretty good. After St. Patty's day, going out Friday with Mike and Kim, and fighties last night. I had figured that I would be talking my liver off the roof. It's nice after all of that to have a day I don't have to do an effin thing.

Went to Le Courdon Blu for their Irish delicacies demo. I thought it would be uber cool, even thought the drive was 50 minutes. On a Saturday. Anne had to work and Marshall was like it's your thing, I really don't want to go. Okay, whatever. Saw of all things 93X's truck out in front of the joint. Really, I'm not thinking that there is quite a few people there that like rock. But hey I've been wrong before. It was kind of funny when a little old granny lady walked up to their table of stuff for sale and asked what they were. The demo was packed they kept having to bring in more chairs. I felt really awkward, being alone. We all sit down in one of the class rooms,. The Instructor was a nice guy, but I'm afraid I really didn't want to spend the first 20 minutes hearing his life story. More cooking, less talking. After all of that, I find out it's Irish stew and soda bread. What?! That's it?! Really, WTF!? I was pissed. I will admit I did learn a few interesting tidbits, but nothing that was worth it. I stormed out as they were serving it. Surprisingly I wasn't accosted on my way out the door.  

Got my hair done. Regency just got in a new color line. It's supposed to be more vibrant longer lasting. We'll see. I had stopped in earlier to set up an appointment and make sure that They had the new stuff. Even they weren't sure if it would be delivered on the date they were promised. So I'm asking about it the part timer's instructor says, oh, I know you!. (aw, jeese) Your the one with the problem red hair. We were talking about you when the stuff came in. (Just effin great. Their really gotten sick of me.) We think we have the color figured out with the new stuff. (yeah?) When I came in, the girl was a little miffed that Patty and the other instructors were figuring out the color without her. I told her to go get nosy. I'm going be one of the hardest concoctions you'll see. She was a nice enough girl. Still having that odd lightening underneath. Will have to fix that on the next go round. 

Had a blast at the auto show. Came to the conclusion we need a new camera. I was trying to get cool shots, but they weren't quite coming out like I expected. They had a new paint color this year. Black with fine dark rainbow colored flakes. I proclaimed that was my favorite color. Then I found a 2011 Cube, with the same effing color. Bastards! We found the Valspar House of Kolor booth. I about died. They had all of their colors on these little plastic car bodies. I took a picture of the booth. One of the sales guys was there, and I told him I was a color junkie. He looks at me and says, really? Wait here. He goes be hid their curtain and brings out a technical manual. I was floored. He just gave it to me. It has all the colors and how to use them with the standard paint sprayer and an airbrush! I have been trying to come up with something I can use these colors on. Their just too beautiful. I might have to get a good airbrush. Great another addiction. >.<

Bowling on Wednesday and the stupid bowl return damaged Skully. Long scratches and a couple of little deeper ones. When you looked at all the balls lined up in the return, you could see the patterns were all the same. I was freaking out that he was damaged. I figured a couple of years I would retire him and get a new one. Marsha, the girl on the other team was like, oh it'll be fine. they can resurface them 2-3 times before the graphic is in any danger. So I brought it up to the managers. Who so didn't want to come to the desk, the shoe guy kept calling 'em. I told 'em I was up set, this was a Christmas present from my husband. The one manager was like , well it have scratches before. I pointed out all the new ones. Their all effin white! Well, I can move you all. Dude that is up to the rest of the teams, see I don't care any more I'm playing with a house ball. Don't care if that gets damaged. Well, he says, what do you want me to do. Marsha chimes in, how about resurfacing? Okay, fine, he says, but you'll have to leave him here. Can't say it's not odd to walk out with an empty bowling bag. Thursday the shop called and said, can't do it it'll will remove the entire graphic. "Oh, don't know why they sell them, their so easily damaged, they just sit on my shelves, blah, blah, blah." Too bad my phone was having issues, I so wanted to say wow you must have been thrilled when my dumb as walked in to your store and fell in love with it. Didn't quite think to mention that to me then, did ya? Bastards. I picked him up Friday, and stormed out. I'm going to try the waxing trick to see if I can make him look pretty again. Think I'm going try to find another ball.

Thursday, wore my St. Patty's day outfit to work. Everybody loved it. Got a thumbs up from the Vise Pres. We ended up going out to Wild Bill's instead of Paddy Wagons after. Marshall pointed out it was closer. Bummed it wasn't even an Irish-ish bar, but I really wanted to go out.  We ended up bumping in to a couple of the the Babaneau Boys. One just moved just south of us in Blaine. Poor guy had just made an offer on the place before that storm that took out part of our fence had gone through. Thought he was going to have to go looking again. as were standing there talking to him. I hear someone behind me. I turn and this guy is like, I must say that is a really nice out fit. "I really want to be Irish right now." I couldn't resist. Sorry to bust your bubble pal, but this guy is my husband. He looks up at Marshall and yells 'God Damn it!' Really, I get a little sick thrill doing that. 

The Head cheese walked into my office Friday to drop off a fax, and says did you go out list night? Um, yeah. Then he said some thing about getting free drinks from the bar because of the outfit. (I wish!) I'm afraid not. I would so love to be some bars Irish mascot. Really, you don't have to pay me. Just get me drunk and feed me. I'll learn a smattering of Gaelic and pick up softshoe. I'll memorize Irish toasts. It would be awesome. 

Next year Kim wants to do an Irish Bar crawl downtown. I want to go to the Parade. Thank God it falls on a saturday. 


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