Dying Breed

What the? Thanks to Chandos for bringing this to my attention.
Am I.... endangered?
Extinct by 2100

Burrito - denied!

*ring, ring*

"Hello?"

"Hey! Where are you?"

"I'm at the coffee shop. Working. What's up?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted to go to Chipotle with me? I'm starving - let's go!"

"Ugh, I can't."

"...what?"

"I have too much to do."

"...are you...are you turning DOWN my offer to go and get a burrito?"

"I know. I know!"

"I'm blogging this."

"No-tell no one!"

"Too late, its getting blogged tonight."

"You could pick me one up on your way home from work--for dinner...."

"Um,...no. I don't think so. I wanted it for lunch. Oh, well."

Lycopod

Rob decided to give me my Valentine's Day gift early (fine by me!). A cherry red apple iPod nano. Its a red (product), too!
Since he got it before Valentine's Day, he took advatage of the free personalization. I love it!
Now I can have all my music plus games & photos. Sweet!

PS, you can name your iPod when you hook it up to your computer. My old green one was li'l sprout. This one, lycopod. don't ask - you won't understand.

Community potties

I'm offended. When I use the company bathroom (about 8 stalls deep) & hear the toilet protectors rip down off the wall—I cringe. OK, maybe this is a stupid thing to get offended over - but it irks me to think some people find their butts are more sanitary than mine. I don't, however, have this strong emotion toward actual community locations like the ballpark, mall or subway. Those toilets are definitely "hover-no-cover" if you've got the thigh muscles for it.
But, at work, I somehow consider it an extension of my personal space. I sit here, in my cube, 8 hours a day and pee frequently during this time. The bathrooms at work see my smiling face more often than the one I own at home.
Using the sanitary protectors is like toilet-paper nesting a friend's house. Can you imagine? Its rude.
Besides - if anyone at work is violating toilet etiquette (peeing on seats or worse) than I don't think I'd even be working here letting alone dropping trough. Your ass is no more sacred than mine (and, I'm sure, not as clean). Sit your butt down and pee without the extra paper. Save a tree.

60 more shopping days left...

...till my 30th birthday. Please, nothing black. Thanks.

Super Bowl Sunday

Yes, I am a Chicagoan at heart. I lived there during the infamous 1985 season & the Super Bowl Shuffle (and I can still recite almost all of the words to this day). I completed most of my grade school through high school education living in the Northwest Suburbs of the Chicagoland area. And yet, alas, I was rooting for the Colts.
I think I just lost my right to say "I'm a Chicagoan" by declaring that.
I never liked Indiana. What happened to me?
I didn't follow the Bears' season at all this year and felt like I knew a little more about the Colts. Switching a fan base purely for the final game seemed rather fair-weathered... although many would argue letting go of the Bears in the very beginning was rather fair-weathered. But, whatever. The Colts won and that was pretty exciting for me... and the Bears played well (OK, maybe in the beginning they played spectacular but what happened to butter-fingers Grossman in the last half?).
All in all - an entertaining game - to say the very least. I feel bad that both teams didn't truly shine & showcase their skills due to the rain. But it did make watching "Purple Rain" by Prince all that more exciting for me in my friend's dry basement.
Now I need to go cheak out this www.superadfreak.com and catch up on the ads I missed while talking. So far, the Nationwide ad of Kevin Federline managing fries has my vote!