Scorpio – InfoSpace
Sugarplums? How about shoes? I had a dream last night that I was walking for miles and miles with no shoes on. My legs (note: NOT my feet) hurt like hell and I was wishing I had not forgotten my shoes. I started thinking (in my dream) about how much I really liked those new padded inserts I bought for my shoes and how nice and fresh my legs would feel right now if I were wearing my shoes. When I woke up I was exhausted, my legs felt tired and I was wishing I didn’t have to get ready for work in two hours.
Apparently I should plan on taking a long walk at some point soon…otherwise I might be more cranky and irritable than I am right now…after dreaming about walking.
“They might not be visions of sugarplums, but they’re definitely visions, and they’re definitely dancing through your head. Whether they’re palm trees, swimming pools or Broadway shows, get busy making the arrangements. If you don’t, you’ll just be cranky and irritable — and once you do, you’ll be so darned pleasant to be around, your coworkers may try to talk you out of going at all (but, don’t let them do it).”
Daily Horoscope: Scorpio – InfoSpace
Who eats the wrinkled teriyaki pork sticks with added smoke flavor that are in our vending machine? Apparently someone spends $0.85 because they keep refilling the stash.
Why is it that my favorite meal of the day, with my favorite foods…I rarely ever partake in? I love breakfast, but I haven’t eaten a meal before work in 6 or 7 years…except maybe once or twice.
My goodness my Guinness
Yes yes it’s that wonderful day ‘o green today. I’m part Irish (or so I remember being told at one point in my life) so on with the Irish jokes and links to today’s day ‘o green fun!
Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O’Leary’s apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table . Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up. Michael O’Conner looks around and asks, “Oh, me boys, someone got’s to tell Paddy’s wife. Who will it be?” They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet be gentle, don’t make a bad situation any worse. “Discreet??? I’m the most discreet Irishman you’ll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me.”
Gallagher goes over to Murphy’s house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares:
“Your husband just lost $500 and is afraid to come home.”
“Tell him to drop dead!”, says Murphy’s wife.
“I’ll go tell him.” says Gallagher
Cheers to my friend from Michigan spending this day in Ireland across the street from the Guinness factory.
Ides of March
I just want to shout “Beware the Ides of March!” nonstop today. Why? I think it’s funny to scare people. After all, isn’t it funny to think someone [Julius Caesar] was assassinated 2050 years ago today and because of that you can say silly nonsensical babble? I donno…maybe I’m just weird.
p.s. Don’t forget to say “Et tu Brute?” at least once today…just for me.