Enchantment

January 14th, 2008

I’m not going to talk about football today, although, how excited am I that NFL Gameday is on every night this week (Deion Sanders is my favorite football personality, well, next to Troy Aikman, but he’s just nice to look at.) Anyhow, no football right.

Today was one of those days off where my head is filled with one million and one things I could get accomplished and in reality I get one of those things done. Actually I got a few things done I’ve been meaning to for a bit. I did do a bit of Spring cleaning on my wardrobe. Spring cleaning, but it’s January. The seasons change pretty quick in the desert. Anyhow, I let go of some things I’ve been holding onto and I feel really free now. That and my clean laundry won’t spend a week on the dining room table because it is so hard to find a place for it in my closet and drawers. When I let my laundry sit on the dining room table, Mike thinks that it is okay to do the same, and often likes to think of the dining room table as his closet and will dress from head to toe from the table. I know, strange. But I did bring four trash bags to the Salvation Army and selectively chose the best for a very special recipient. I know four trash bags. But in all honesty I haven’t gone completely bonkers-clothes shopping in about 8 months. I guess I was just holding on to some things thinking that I may want them some day. It made it easier saying goodbye to those things today mostly just because I was sick and tired of looking at it, and then for some, I can’t wish for my body to ever fit into those things again. Better to just send them away.

I had to go to the post office today, international shipment to Canada (Canadians love the Booty ), and I always come out of the post office with a wider view of the world and its people. People must not be able to bring themselves to be patient inside the post office. Perhaps only inpatient people use the post office. I think there needs to be a sign outside the post office that reads, “This will take a long time so just shut up and deal with it.” Maybe this will help. I am one of those weird people who are polite to the postal workers, talk to them in a nice tone, ask them how their day is. And I know when they answer me they are lying. They aren’t having a good day because they probably had 100 people be rude to them all day. And tomorrow will be just the same. But I like them and they are nice to me. I got Stan today and he’s cool, really low key and has a Georgian accent. The lady that usually helps me, real nice lady, waved at me and said hello. I think that made the inpatient people nervous and confused. Although there was no real altercation at the post office today, I’m sure there is one brewing for the near future. I just hope I’m there to see it.

Tara’s Chicken Dinner tonight. That’s not really a secret recipe, but it is one of my staples and really must be sampled to understand it. I never knew white gravy existed until I moved to the southwest and I never knew it could be so good until I tried it. I love it! And I know how terribly bad it is for you, so I don’t make it all of the time, once in a blue moon. Oh, and Prison Break starts up tonight again. If you haven’t watched that show, and I didn’t until the second season, heck, you don’t know what you’re missing. Good stuff people. I’ve got the first season on DVD if anyone is interested. Great story line, super suspense and lots of hot eye candy… did I mention the story lines are good too?

Told you.

3 Comments »

  1. Michelle Said:

    on January 15, 2008 at 11:43 pm

    mmmmmm Can you make ME some Tara’s Chicken Dinner? It sounds delish! :)

  2. Aaron Said:

    on January 16, 2008 at 2:09 am

    That dude needs to button up his shirt — or wear a t-shirt underneath. Seriously, this blog is Not Safe for Work. ;)

    When the post office shit goes down, T, please, please, please be sure to document it. Most cell phones shoot video nowadays.

  3. stilettoheights Said:

    on January 16, 2008 at 3:57 am

    I thought the proson break guy was gay….not that it matters he is still beautiful.

    I am nice to the people at the PO too, well except at the PO in the ghetto where they hate me….I had the nerve one time to tell them to please not make fun of gay people, which they were doing once someone left, they could not understand why I cared and then said “why, do you like faggots”

    which made me yell and scream a lot….

    so I am not nice to them….but I am nice at other places.

    also….you need a shirt that says “Canadians Love The Booty”

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