chochiyo_sama

Well, I'm at my mom's house, and it is after 11 pm.  She has toddled up to bed and I am watching David Letterman in the basement.  Dave cracks me up.  He is totally hitting (pretending to anyway) on Katie Holmes.  First, he talks about how Tom is older than her.  Then he says, "I'm MUCH older than you."  Then he gives her that evil gap-toothed Letterman grin.  The he prances around the issue of Tom's (lack of) height--then he says, "I am MUCH taller than you."  And again--the evil gap-toothed grin.

Between Tom Cruise and David Letterman, I know which one *I* would choose.  heh heh heh.  It wouldn't be Tom.  David Letterman cracks me up.  He always has.  The funniest thing he does, in my opinion, is look at the camera, give that trademark grin, and say, "Can you believe it?  They PAY me to do this."  Then he chuckles malevolently.

How could you NOT love him?

Heh heh heh

He's MUCH funnier than Jay Leno, whom I really don't find very funny.  In fact, I think his humor is kinda mean.

I got all my garage sale crap dropped off to Kari this afternoon.  I played with Caleb here at mom's for a while, and I also had a couple of cat naps in her extremely comfortable recliners.

There were so many bags of clothes--about five large garbage bags full of clothes that I've tossed out.  They are fine--but I NEVER wear them, and all they do is take up space in the closet.  And it is time to lighten the load.  I hope a horde of large, naked ladies descend upon the garage sale and buy them ALL.  I told Kari to accept any offers of half-price but to go no lower.

In the unlikely event that I actually make some money at this garage sale, i will put the money toward new linoleum for the kitchen--or else for closet organizers for my computer room/studio.  Or another piece to my desk set up there.  I need another table for work space. 

It was hotter than hades here today.  The backyard thermometer at my brother's house said 101 degrees at about 5:00 pm.  Yuck.  I hate heat.  Thank God I have that air conditioner in the downstairs now.  It makes such a huge difference.  I have to head back home tomorrow, probably at about 12:30 since I have an appointment in Kasson at 2--I think.  I think I should call the clinic in the morning to be sure that my memory is correct.  On Friday there is something going on at school--the new students are coming in to be talked to and introduced to the veteran students.  I'd like to get there early in the morning so I can work on my classroom, which is still in a mess.  Also, I'd like to plan out some rearranging of the room.  if the kids are all there, perhaps I can get some of them to help me move my heavy stuff around.

It will be good to get the classroom rearranged into a more user friendly arrangement.

Last night I had another one of those really odd, heavily detailed dreams.  I woke up at 3 am and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down a bunch of key words to help me remember it so I could write about it today.  Of course, I don't have the piece of paper with me and the dream is fading rapidly.  The thing that I remember the most is that Orlando Bloom was in it--looking like he looked in Pirates of the Carribean--he had the small ponytail thing--but he wasn't in Pirate gear (more's the pity).  Actually, his role was really strange--it was like he was playing the part of my mom's old minister, Phil Engle.  And I remember that he was laughing in part of the dream.  He was way too non-judgemental to actually BE Phil Engle, though.

Heh.

I'll have to find the paper and try to reconstruct it for posterity tomorrow.

It was very bizarre.

Okay.  That's enough.  i'm tired and I need to go to sleep.

Ta-ta.