November 9, 2004
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I just used the last paper towel on the roll. I was clearing my tea cup from my desk, preparing to shut down for the night… it’s dark. it’s a dark cup. I was walking and kind of tipped it a bit to see how much was left… poured it all over myself and the floor. do I get a prize?
I played golf saturday… funny how the mundane can be transcendental given the right frame of mind. I talk to myself, and covertly watch the other golfers. I didn’t land in the rough even ONCE. no lost balls. it was golden. one time I got really disgusted because I couldn’t find my ball off the drive, looked all around. it was on the green! I still two putted, but DAYUM.
my kids were away but I went to the kid movie with four cute knee biters and a cute grownup. AND then I watched a rental movie with aPaulda. sleepy hollow, johnny depp. nice way to end the evening. the next morning I woke up around six as usual, lay there for an hour or so just thinking, then put on my sleep mask and dozed off. I dreamed that my high school friends were living in my basement, I could play the guitar, and I had two million dollars. odd. then I woke up and it was TWO PM! WOAH. I don’t think I”ve ever slept that late in my entire lifetime. you know, not without having stayed up until ten am. I had to take a shower and get on the road to pick up the kids. it was like losing an entire day. weird that.
today I applied for a mess of jobs, some of which sound highly promising!
love,
Pollyanna
Comments (18)
Hey Polly!! Glad you got to sleep in!! That is always a good day in my book. And dreaming of having 2 mil.. very good.. that is until you wake up.
Good Luck on the job front.
transending is good. I have to say you are my favorite pollyanna
*fingers crossed for the best job among the mess*
The thought of you mumbling to yourself as you golf pretty much gave me the giggles…of course, then I imagined you pulling a Happy Gilmore, talking to the ball instead “go in your home, ball! are you too good for your home?!”
yay for not losing your balls — I hate it when that happens.
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holy crap I’d give my left arm to sleep ’til 2pm. here, take it! please!! PLEEEEEASE!
*sob* I’m tired.
good luck with the job thing, I haven’t worked in so long I’m going to act like I forgot how, so I never will have to again. gad I’m such a princess.
Good luck on the jobs… I miss playing golf.. I didn’t even break out the sticks once this year… I may have to hit the driving range before next year… I did play some X-Box golf though… Scored -28 in a two round tourney yesterday!… But somehow it’s just not the same as really playing…
blah. i need attention.
good luck with the jobs, pollyanna. You know i once knew a girl named pollyanna. I wonder what happened to her?
Sorry, digression. But good luck with the jobs and I HATE when I over-sleep. Even if you feel well rested, you feel like you’ve just slept your life away. Not a good feeling.
A prize? You mean apart from the soggy clothing prize? Sure, why not? What would you like? Hey, I just asked four questions in a row. For me that must be a record.
Good luck!
And that Pollyanna signature reminded me of my favorite character in that movie – the fundamentalist hellfire and brimstone preacher. Pollyanna goes to church for the first time there, everyone’s sitting quietly, and, out of nowhere, the preacher’s first words are
“DEATH COMES UNEXPECTEDLY!”
HAH! Melbatoast!!!!
Good luck with the jobs! (No interest in being a pharmacist eh?) How ’bout being a plumber?????
Sometimes it’s good to be a Pollyanna.
-M
oh Pollyana, you bastian of female perfection, you. Knee biters. Heh. Heh.
Good luck with the job.
Love you, Polly!
Best of luck on the job hunt!
Polly want a cracker?
oh and I guess I should put in a footnote that I really don’t hold much of a grudge at people who live in housing developments–I know sometimes that’s all you got. Or the best choice out of all you got. It’s just I hate them. The houses. But I also KNOW some people who I thin were very very stupid in how they decided to build thier homes (ie in a housing development) when I know they had the money to do it differently. Lazy rich people,. BLAHH
Good luck. Re the last sheet of paper, you might like this ;-D
You know you make me wish I was a better man, don’tcha?
There are many varied, valid reasons why I’m not a rock star… don’t have clue one as to why they world hasn’t recognized you yet, sugar.
And also? I don’t play golf because of a deep-seeded fear of losing my balls. I wouldn’t mind living in your basement though. *smiles*
Timothy
ps… good luck with the jobbery appli-mah-cations. I’m currently listening to Van & thinking about’chu!