Unhappy St. Patricks day and other calamities

Boy was it tough dropping Patrick, Mike and Avery off on Wednesday. I don't think I will be able to do that one again until it is frowned upon that I drink, but I figured since I am trying to pass my securities test that it would be smart for me to use the time studying (and watching 9-4 all day they were doing travel shows in Ireland). I will admit that I teared up at Rick Steve's travels. Rick, I think you can retire, you will never have a better audience. Took cookie to the vet that day too and had to weave in and out of a green sea of beer on legs again got depressed about not being a boozy leprechaun. But I picked Pat up from the parade went to dinner and had a couple of beers, and woke up feeling amazing on Thursday..cant say the same for O.B.C.

Also am staring to celebrate birthday '10. I request that people sing "Birthday to you, Birthday to you, Birthday dear Kate, Birthday to you". This is a tough one to swallow, I know that people on the planet are older than me, but aren't you supposed to have things accomplished by the time you are 29? I don't feel like I am ready yet, I haven't even mastered typing with out looking at my fingers. Never the less it is upon me. I will hold my head up and walk into Tuesday a brave woman...but not before i buy wrinkle cream Monday night.

Boy this Pacific is loud and did I just glance up and see an arm and a head dismembered? I don't know how people watch this. I will have nightmares tonight, I can barely watch Law and Order SVW without a shake awake. I am a ninny. I couldn't even make it through Candy Man on Channel 11. If something bad is out there, I would just rather not know about it. I live in a mystical world where I ride a unicorn to work on the rainbow turnpike. I cant handle the news, even a co worker turning a corner gives me a good b movie scream. Here is my parting questions....when actors play dead, how do they not breath? or is it wax people doubles that they film for the dead parts? I have tried pretending to look dead and it is not easy...in my opinion, whoever played Bernie in Weekend at Bernie's should have won the Oscar that year.

I have been baking again...

I was on the way home at lunch yesterday and happened to drive past a lottery sign that said it was up to 170 million dollars. 170 million dollars divided by half...yep I could live on that. I could live on half of that. even half of that. DO I really deserve the lottery? You always hear about that family that was about to lose the home, out of work, needed a hand that won...what about the moderate middle class unwed couple? Do they ever get their fairy tail? I had a dream a couple of weeks ago that I was a contestant on a game show where the prize was 10 million dollars and I won. I went up to everyone that I worked for and told them I quit but then went into my bosses office and told her I would still work part time just to help out..doesn't that make me deserving of winning the lottery? That I was even benevolent in my dreams... What does a girl have to do around here to retire at 20 something?

So I started thinking what would I do if I could win the lottery? I would have to have something to do with my time. But I would want to be able to work by my own rules. So I would own my own store. I would sell all kinds of stuff...of course in this fantasy I would be an expert sewer and furniture rehab-er along with just a talented all around fabu lady who wore skirts and rode bicycles to work and her puppy rode in the basket. Again this is of course a million dollar fantasy...

So back to reality. I baked again this weekend! I am really into taking recipes and picking them apart and making them better and really thinking about what i could add to make it better. I judge all my successes and failures by whether O.B.C. has seconds. In this case...he just kept sneaking them. I would say..success!

Also had the chance to check out a highly recommended show...RuPaul's Drag Race. Pat was down here doing his draft and he wanted me to sit down here with him so I said fine and popped on the LoGo network. If I have to listen to "Going Once, Going Twice, Sold" two hundred times...you best believe that I going to be watching a man with a Brazilian and hot pants do the splits while singing the classic "Two of Hearts".