Confessions of a One-Track Mind

When I got home last night, it was to a reminder that CUUPs was signed up to provide hospitality after service today. Gee, nothing like a little warning. With such short notice, I was torn. I could make cornbread (although AI had posted that she was bringing bagels and cream cheese) if I got up early enough. I could sleep in and sacrifice the Entenmanns raspberry Danish I got for my own personal consumption. Or, I could blow it all off and stay home. Decisions, decisions.

Add to that the fact that someone else had posted her regrets that cash flow didn't allow her to contribute---meaning we were one donor down, and my contribution was obviously needed. I woke up at 9:30 and angsted about it. And then--I remembered that I had a giant summer sausage stashed in my pantry. Woohoo. Didn't mind sacrificing that, because I've been through about four of them in the last few months. (Ended up bringing about half of it home, and several surplus bagels. Score! Guess we weren't very hungry today....)

Came home and took a nap, since 9:30 is at least an hour before I usually wake up. Ended up sleeping until a little after 5, which gave me time to get conscious for the Super Bowl. I didn't even know who was playing, but I *do* like to watch football and the commercials are always fun. ANYTHNG with Clydesdales rocks my world, and the movie trailers got me all squeeful. Yay, Vin Diesel in F&F4, hooraw new Star Trek---YES ZQ IS DOING A VULCAN MIND MELD!!! and Heroes is on again tomorrow night!

So I watched the game and squeed and ate Danish and sorted beads on my coffee table which is almost civilized and cheered and cursed and had a fine time. The game was good---hey, is it me, or does the Pittsburgh coach look like he and Omar Epps were separated at birth?--I've got Danish left for whenever, and bagels.

A couple little links:
Friends with an interest in alternative spiritual paths will get a laugh out of this tale of customer service madness brought to my attention from sbjb.

If you're into Orlando Bloom, check out the shirtless shots here.

I hear bagels calling....

Confidential to Tony Dungy -- Dude, I love ya---but you really should've used Gramatica for that last field goal attempt.

Church was good today--Suzanne the Psychic was our speaker (She's never given me anything accurate, but a lot of our members swear by her.), and Lady J was there--I adore her, she's one of the warmest people I know. She and Iryne both oohed and ahhed over my "show and tell" projects...AI thought the kyanite in copper was a terrific way to display it safely, and Lady J told me I must keep it, it's a power piece. The wearable vase was another hit...R said I ought to put a crystal in it, which is an interesting idea.

Stayed after church and schmoozed with R for a bit...played a few rounds of "My job's suckier than yours." (I'm not sure who won--she gets paid better, but I haven't quite as many back-stabbing @$$holes to contend with.) She also bought the rhodochrosite pendant I crocheted--$20!--that means I not having to tap savings for gas and groceries.

Came home and got the area in front of the TV cleared, with enough room that I could actually access the shelves on the left side of the entertainment unit*. Put away lots of DVDs. Not organized--I've been known to alphabetize them--yes, I'm one of *those*.

( *Like you care about my entertainment unit! )

Was underwhelmed by the Super Bowl itself, although the half-time show rocked! It wasn't the game I was hoping to see. I strenuously disagreed with several of the calls, but what can you do?! Loved both the Clydesdale ads, the Burger King/Busby Berkley/Chicago number, and the Nationwide fake-out ad with Fabio. (OMG, is he still around?!) The Dr. Seuss thing at the beginning was seriously scary--gawd, Harrison, is that what happens when you shack up with a woman easily young enough to be your daughter?! I spent the next hour expecting the announcers to start narrating in verse: "See Jurevicus catch the pass--he caught it then he hit the grass--Now they'll try to run around...and go ten yards for a first down." Like I said: scary!