You're all wrong

I was at JURY DUTY!!! WOOO HOOOO!
I'm still in the jury pool, as we adjourned in the middle of jury selection, so I can't discuss the details. I will tell you this, though, Juror #9 is going to get a boot to the head before this trial is through. Oh, man, that is one annoying broad. She's about 4'9", with a dyed red 'fro. She's making comments about the others under her breath, but in my direction like I'm her co-conspirator, and she--get this--snapped her fingers at the Bailiff and asked him to get her some water like he was our freakin' busboy. I first ran into her in the bathroom and I quickly eluded her chattiness. But like a cheap perfume she lingered nearby until--DANG--she's the juror right next to me!!! Maybe tomorrow during the voir dire she'll be excused. Or I will. Either scenario would be delightful.

The trial, if I'm a final juror, should be over by next Thursday, at which time I will regale you all with stories of true crime and freaks of LA.

Oh, one more thing: I was finishing up my lunch in the cafeteria when a woman came over to my table and gave me the ol' eyebrow lift as she nodded at the empty seat at my table, which was not exactly a large table. I'm not rude (to people's faces, anyway) so I said, "sure. I was just leaving anyway." The woman gave me sad face, like "awww...I was looking forward to telling you everything you ever wanted to know about my gout." As I got up to leave I noticed that there were about 50 empty tables. Why me?

Guess where I am?

First clue:
Intentionally blurry.

My favorite sport

We (the company I work for) were given use of a luxury suite at Dodgers stadium last night and it was sweet. (get it? suite/ sweet--I'm so funny)
Anywho, the owners of the suite hooked us up with beer, soda, Dodgers dogs, quesadillas, chips, nuts, pretzels, and a great view from behind home plate. It was a great game. The Dodgers won!! Yippee!! And we got to order from the dessert cart (Thanks, Boss). Oh yeah, Dessert cart. No cotton candy for us. In the luxury suites you get your choice of such desserts as S'more brownies, Snickers pie, Orange Creamsicle Cheesecake, Caramel Apples as big as your head, and liquor shots in chocolate "glasses." I had gummy bears. I was too full from the dogs and quesadillas.
It's the back of Vin Scully's head!

7th Inning Stretch (look closely and you can see the organist)






Birthday Girls: Marnie & Teaunna








Dodgers Win!!! The boys are so excited.

Follow up on Ray Parker, Jr.(the cat)

Look how comfortable she is in her new home. What a beautiful cat! I still can't believe someone tried to get rid of her.

Knitting through the pain

I was working on a hat with Wool-Ease Thick N Quick last night and it was more like Thick N Difficult. To be fair, a longer cable on the circular needles would have eased my pain. At any rate, it was nearly done when I left SnB last night so I had to run home and finish it up. Because I went a little crazy and didn't pay attention, I had to do a rapid decrease, so the top is swirly and a little flat, but I like it.












Also, the Mad Spinner snuck a little something something in my bag when I was distracted by Mrs. Jack Sparrow's boobs and I was giddy like a school girl when I found it. I couldn't wait to wind it into a ball. I had to swatch it right away. It's SOOOOO beautiful. I know what I want to make with it ( but I won't tell 'cause I want it to be a surprise) and I almost called in sick today to stay home and knit. Is that wrong?


And I haven't even hit the dark purple yet. See how well the different shades complement each other.



My legs hurt...that's the pain I'm knitting through. They hurt because I had to run up and down Sunset Boulevard yesterday trying to get my boss on a conference call and my black velvet Converse high-tops, while beautiful, are no made for sprinting to and fro. Plus, I'm old and overweight.

Wednesday and The Working Girl

Run and tell your Cous-in that we gonna get our Fash on

Is anyone else annoyed by this Old Navy commercial? I actually ran from the room last night when it came on. Although, how great is the Carls, Jr commercial with the Canters waitress. Did they nail the whole typical Canters waitress look or what?

The boss decided to "work from home" again today, so I've been busy as usual. I decided to look at Hallmark e-cards, you know, to send to people I care about. I just had to share the Hoops & Yoyo homepage with you. Hoops is the pink cat (?) and Yoyo is the green thing (bunny? I'm not sure). Enjoy, and be sure to click on the bear button.

Okay--Rock Star Supernova alert. Zayra: Would it kill her to cover her nether regions? Let's just say I'm surprised we couldn't see the Brazilian. As for her performance, well, I'm at a loss for words, much like the Supernova boys were last night. Jill (the one who claimed she didn't know of Courtney Love): gave a great performance last week, only to louse it up with her lackluster performance this week. Lukas: If they were casting a new, new, Monkees, he'd be a shoe-in for the Davy Jones character. Not that he's cute like Davy was, but he's about 4'11". He needs to wash his face, too. He just looks mutant. Ryan: Joe Escalante on Indie 103 thinks he's the winner, but last night he did a rock-star-in-touch-with-his-sensitive-side performance at the Baby Grand that was totally Better Than Ezra-esque (He sang REM). Tommy Lee was impressed, but that's not saying much. Storm Large: She picked a hair color, so why couldn't she pick an octave. At least she didn't look cross-eyed last night. The guys loved it, but they must have been in the bathroom or something. Dilana: She's kooky and I like her. Gilby liked her too.
By and large, though, the best performance of the night was Dana, the youngest contestant. She did Baba O'Reilly and it was terrific. My prediction is that Toby will be getting the boot this week.

I have had to pee for more than hour now and every time I attempt to go, someone either calls me or the bathroom is in use. Now, I have to pee so bad I'm going to have to do the Holdin' It Dance across the sales floor. It won't be pretty.

Russell's Ramblings

Russell, our maintenance manager, is in my office rambling on and on and on. And on. You know that scene in Forrest Gump where Bubba goes on and on about how to cook shrimp? Well, I am not sure what Russell is talking about because I tuned him out hours ago. He was saying something about "People's Court", then something about his mom's stove not working and some problems with Sears, then something about how long it takes to fly to England, then something about a smelly guy on the bus, then something about oh, I don't know. It was so quiet this morning. Bossman didn't come in and no one is around to bug me, so ahhhhh, I got to relax and do my job.
Now he's watching the people and making nasty comments. OH MY GOD!!!
I'd toss him out, but Russell is the sensitive type who gets his feelings hurt if a person says, "Please, for the love of all that is sacred and holy, shut up!"
I have a sinus headache and I can't listen.