Showing posts with label news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label news. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Finishing...

Yesterday was a day for finishing things. Our internet was down, so I was really productive.

In the morning I worked out and then went to get one tire put on my car. I know, I know...you should do them in pairs. But I just put tires on my car a year ago, and I wasn't about to pay for two when I only needed one. So...new tire. I have sneaking suspicion that Farm & Fleet fleeced me. I think maybe the seal was just broken, but they just replaced the tire without checking. Blah.

I came home and finished the new Zelda game for DS. The Spirit Tracks? Way fun! Who knew driving a train could be so intense?! But it's done. Over. Finito. Kaput.

Then I sat and finished a book I'd been reading called The Calling: A Year in the Life of an Order of Nuns. Let me tell you a secret. I love nuns. Love them! The book was pretty good, although her choices about how the book was arranged really made little sense to me. But it was still interesting.

And after that? I finished a book of poetry I'd been reading by Billy Collins. I love that man's poetry. He's my poetic idol.

I took down the Christmas tree and all the decorations, boxed them, put them away. Fed the fish and the cat.

Did I tell you we got a Betta fish? Robb's nephew gave it to him. The cat loves it! That's why we keep it WAAAAY up high.

So yeah...then I threw out the rest of the Christmas stuff...old cookies, old cake, etc. etc. etc. It was time.

Hooray for New Year's purge.

And today? I'm doing nothing but looking hot in my tank top and bed head. But seriously? I'm in the best shape of my life right now. In the middle of winter. After the holidays. How does that happen?!

And my Lady Gaga CD came today. Hooray for Amazon!

And now this random post is over. I'll stop boring you.

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Dirty Laundry List...

So, which do you want first, the good news, the bad news, or the ugly news?

Well, I'll let you pick, but they're all here.

The Bad News:

Our computers were updated at work. Now the comment section in 80% of your blogs doesn't work for me. I haven't stopped reading, and I'd love to leave you comments, but I can't do it while at work anymore. It's mainly pages that have the comments section built in (Tearing Up Houses, The Gay Gamer, Back of the Cereal Box, etc. I'm looking at you all). The ones you have to click and open up work fine, but the embedded ones never load for me. It's odd.

I hear you asking, "Well, why don't you just do your blogging at home?!"

That brings me to my next point.

The Worse News:

Robb's computer, the one that connects to the Internet, is officially dead. I went to work at noon two days ago and it was fine, and when I got home after 6, it was dead. Wouldn't turn on. So...we're in the process of shopping for a new computer or getting that one fixed, but until that's done, I can't even blog at home. Suckity-suck.

Now, the Good News:

My mom is buying me new glasses for Christmas. I know, it sounds lame. She think it's SO lame. But I think it's awesome. Best idea ever. Of course, I'd rather if she was spending $300-$400 on an XBox or PS3, but I really need the glasses. I've had the same glasses for at least 5 years, probably closer to 8...it's been a really long time. So...I'm EXCITED! My appointment is on Saturday, and I should get my glasses before Christmas. Suh-weet!

So there's that.

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Thursday, November 5, 2009

Stranger than Fiction...

So...I was flipping through our campus newspaper the other day and I came across something in the police blotter that I absolutely had to share. It's hysterical! (Okay, the story itself is not hysterical...but the coincidence within is golden.)

Elgin man found guilty of sexual assault with 2 underage males

The Associated Press
St. Charles
| An elgin man has been found guilty of having sexual contact with two underage boys.
Michael Jackson was convicted Monday of two counts of predatory criminal sexual assault and one count aggravated criminal sexual abuse. Jackson waived his right to a jury trial and had his case heard before Kane County Circuit Judge Timothy Q. Sheldon.
According to prosecutors, the 32-year-old Jackson had sexual contact with two boys under 13 years from June 2004 and December 2006. Authorities say Jackson knew the boys.
Sheldon set a Dec. 10 sentencing date for Jackson, who is being held in the Kane County Jail.

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I can't make this shit up!

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Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Not As Bad As That Guy...

I'm not one for using other people as your yardstick, as my mother used to say (and, I suppose, still does), but I think I can make an exception in this case.

Yesterday my boss came in to work, and the first thing she told us was that on Sunday they found a body in the Kishwaukee River near Hopkins Park, the park everyone goes to to jog and ride bikes and swim at the public pool. It was a beautiful day here on Sunday, and everyone was out. Apparently a family walking two dogs and several children found a bloated corpse pressed into the weeds on the riverbank that had been exposed "for several weeks," as the radio kept reminding me all day.

At work we were speculating on who it could be. There have been two prominent missing people (prominently missing, not so much prominent people gone missing) around here in the last few years, a guy last seen at Otto's (palm tree tattoo on ankle and sun on back, last seen at the bar on the fabled gay night--read: homo) whom there is a $50,000 reward for finding, and a guy from Wisconsin who checked in to the Best Western after an automobile accident on the interstate and never checked out (last seen on Christmas Day leaving without his belongings).

The autopsy revealed that the cause of his death was drowning. And they identified him as the guy from Wisconsin. Case closed.

There is a legend here about how if you touch the Kish you never leave DeKalb. Case and point.

So, that's the news from my small corner of the world. And from that news, I can tell you that my situation? Not as bad as that guy's.

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