pretend this is an hour earlier

bike bumperstickers
virus threat; i want a mac
father of the bride

it seems i owe the world two haiku(s?)

since it is the weekend though, i'll just write one. for the weekend.

worky worky work
steak with the fam and twilight
my noisy neighbors

slept in until noon
errands in the Eag, good times
wife swap then bedtime

HAIKU!!

After a not so intimate and detailed discussion with my sister about poetry, I've decided to set a goal. I shall write a haiku every day about my day. I believe it will be an entertaining and frontal-lobe stimulating way to remember things. Without any further ado, here is my first haiku.

Covered a friend's shift
Stroke symptoms mean overtime
Pizza Luce rocks

is it st. patty's day or st. paddy's day?

Never I mind about the abbreviation of tomorrow's festival, I'll be at work. And the next day too, so I can't even get shattypantsed. And I'm over it. Today was probably one of the most productive days I've ever had, like ever. Consisting of:

Meeting at work
Picked up grad school catalogue from the U (just looking...)
Enjoyed the weather at Como Park
Went poem-hunting
Bought a new bike
Joined my co-op (by far the most expensive bag of groceries I've ever had)

I enjoy my new bike. It's not flashy at all, very simple and very very LIGHT. Technically I am going to say I bought it with my investment monies from Mayo that they sent me in a check. I always enjoy random monies. That check gets deposited on Wednesday.

Now, fairly exhausted, I'm watching Pocahontas with my cup of nightly tea. I have become so predictable and, well, boring. I'm starting to love it.

On a side note, I recently watched Australia. Though unbelievably long, I found it enjoyable and not just because of Hugh Jackman. He sure helped though.

while anticipating my tax return....

Saw this at Northern Sun today, thought it was interesting.

With my tax return this year I plan to do three primary things and probably a lot more secondary things but these are my priorities: 1)Buy a new pair of glasses, 2)Join my co-op, and 3)Put $$ in savings. Eventually I need to renew my MPR membership too. I'm so old. And fuck-it all, because Jillian lost out on The Bachelor.

Also, how do I get rid of this box thing??

Children.....

are loud, overwhelming, often sticky, and I don't want anything to do with them permanently. With that, I got a little misty when I found out about this. Finally :)