My red watch was where I left it.  Can’t figure out how it escaped my sight for a week.  Went to the eye doctor the other day and she told me I have limited depth perception.  Total news to me!  Now I keep trying to determine if what I see with one eye is the same as I see with both.  The answer is not clear.  Let me check with my Magic Eighball.  Magic Eightball says Signs Point to Yes.  I guess the eye doctor was right.

Also I did some research and others are also reporting that Drag and Drop seems to be broken in Chrome.  So odd.

Still no clue where my dang chapstick is.  I did find a really old tub of Carmex.  It was kinda hardened but I still used it but it didn’t help.  I checked all my pockets… I am thinking it may be time to just buy a new tube.

It’s absolutely beautiful outside.  Feels like SPRING!  I want to go and play.

First I need to sort my socks.

Why can I no longer highlight a word, left click it and then drop it where I want it?  I used to do that all day long and suddenly that ability stopped.  Or at least in Chrome it stopped. 

Why is it when I am in Internet Explorer (a rarity) everytime I click to execute a task, I hear a little “ding” noise?  I can’t figure out how to turn it off and it’s ueber annoying.

Why do I keep misplacing my chapstick? 

Where is my favorite red watch?  It’s disappeared and it’s giving me heart palpitations! 

And a tip, don’t sort your socks.  Keep them in a huge mess in your sock drawer.  It becomes a little early morning puzzle to find two that match… and the emptier the drawer becomes, the more rewarding it is when you do finally find two that match.  The downside it I often look like early-Cyndi Lauper because I give up rather easily… but it’s still a fun challenge.

I took my motorcycle license learning permit last week… and passed. Yeah, I was pretty incredulous too. I didn’t study other than on the ride over. Over the weekend I signed up for safety/driving lessons at the local Harley shop. The classes start in April. Last night Lisa asked me to meet her at the local Harley shop because they were having a rally for women. It was called a Garage Party. Images of barrels full of flames, motorcycles, people engaged in illicit behavior ran through my mind… mainly because that’s how Lisa described it to me. She even said she felt very strongly there would be a big man there named Tiny. I arrived at the showroom a little late. I asked about the rally and the salesman showed me to a backroom where there was a seminar going on. Lisa and Laura were sitting in the back guarding the cooler of beer they brought with them. Turns out hors devours were provided along with mini-bottles of water. The room was full of women in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. Some could have been even older than that. The older women had their hair shingled in the back and they wore vests full of motorcycle patches. But most of the women were newbies. I can’t quite say what I learned from the evening other than never cut my hair too short.

I will say I was pretty surprised at the price of motorcycles. For some odd reason I thought they would be really expensive like 25K or more. Most were around 5-10K which struck me as being rather affordable. I have no intention of buying a motorcycle. I just want the experience of learning to ride one.

I had such a vividly real dream that was totally insane and my alarm clock woke me up right in the middle of it. I dreamt I was on my way to my cousin Chris’s wedding to the woman who is already his wife. The wedding was at a Chinese restaurant and the bride and groom wore matching Pierrot the clown outfits. Lisa and I were in the wedding as bridesmaids and we wore dresses made out of long blue fur. Lisa didn’t want to sit with the other guests and so we found another room full of men wearing tuxedos and top hats. One of the tuxedoed men told me he didn’t feel well and he needed cantaloupe. I found some diced up real fine sitting on a silver tray. There was more to the dream that I can’t quite remember… something to do with a promenade and Lisa embarrassing me.

Either I have poor circulation and my hands are turning blue or the dark wash of my denim jeans is coming off on my hands. I think it’s my dungarees.

Oh gosh guys! I have been so busy it’s not even funny. This evening I took a kickboxing class that reminded me of my childhood when I was a Kempo Champion.. the class really kicked my butt! But it was great! I feel amazing.

I am having a bit of a dry patch here… please forgive me. Or give me some type of discussion topics. I don’t know what’s wrong.

I got only a couple hours of sleep last night and I am so tired. I stayed up late trying to get work done. And I got some things accomplished. The problem is the work I should be doing now is gathering dust… I am too tired to concentrate. I have a meeting at noon– and I am thinking of taking a mini-nap to restore some energy.

More snow is on the way. I tell you, I am DONE. Stick a fork in me! I am ready for warmth. Winter just sticks around too long.

Clearly I still have nothing to say…. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Anyone heard of Ken McCarthy and his “The System.” It’s all about successful Internet Marketing. Just curious if anyone has tried it or heard anything about it?

I feel I need to post something since I haven’t posted anything in what seems like ages– but it’s less than a week. Over the weekend I watched Role Models which was a movie I totally forgot I wanted to see. It was sophomoric… LOVED IT! Okay, maybe not LOVED IT! But I enjoyed it and laughed quite a bit.

I am knitting a scarf with some of the mounds and mounds of green “Mike Nesmith-cap” yarn I collected years ago. I should get back into knitting little green Mike Nesmith caps for chemo-babies again. Made me feel altruistic. Ha! At any rate, the scarf is coming together rather well.

What else is going on I can report? I just finished the case of Three Buck Chuck wine my father got me back in September(?). Just in time for me to visit my Uncle Dick who does my taxes… he lives near Westfield, NJ so I can get another case.

Yesterday I heard a ruckus outside my window. Turns out the Association’s workers came by and cut down one of my trees. The snowstorm from the other day caused it to split and I guess they figured it would be best to just chop it down. I am sad to see it go because now I am not as divided by my weird neighbors as I had been. Yeah, weird neighbors on either side. Although I sense that these neighbors aren’t so weird themselves… they just don’t approve of me, or something. I dunno. It’s just odd how they ignore me and go out of their way to do so. Whatever.

What else? What else? Gosh, I got nothing else.