So I watched MTV last night, because I'm a dork. I was hoping since it was the 20th anniversary of the VMA's that I'd get my fill of tributes, old clips, old music, etc. When Madonna appeared at the top of that wedding cake, dressed in black ... after Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera danced around singing "Like A Virgin" ... well, I knew I was in for some fun. I love Madonna ... even the 40-something yogafied Madonna.
If you saw the show, you know what came next. If you missed it, you must click on the link below to what happened just before Missy Elliott joined them on the stage. Heck, even Justin Timberlake was shocked.
That crazy Madonna.
I spent the past week home alone. I love that husband of mine and everything, but I really like being home alone. I have a sneaky feeling that in that not too distant future I'm going to be whining about spending too much time alone.
He came in from Phoenix last night, a bit past midnight. Lucky for me, he hitched a ride from the airport with a coworker, so I didn't have to leave in the middle of that true crime/forensics show I was watching. (I love those shows.) Just as it always happens with his job, he's sent out of town on a moment's notice, and then has to keep going back and forth for months on end. He'll leave again on Tuesday for Phoenix. After Phoenix is finished, he's off to Puerto Rico.
Maybe the title for my life story should be "Dawn: Home Alone".
Can someone explain to me how "Fifty Cent" (or whatever his name is) can be considered an "artist"?
I decided not to do the Friday Five today because the questions are dumb.
Has everybody planned some fun things to do on this last official weekend of summer? Never one for planning, I'm winging it. :-) I only wish it truly WAS the last weekend of this oppressive heat and humidity. Summer is my least favorite season because of it. Blah.
Speaking of fun this weekend, Clemson football starts TOMORROW! Despite the fact that football weather won't be here for weeks and weeks, I am thrilled that it's all getting underway again. Those University of Georgia Bulldogs should be shaking in their cleats, is all I've got to say. Noon. ABC. I'd go down to join in the festivities if the temps weren't going to be in the high 80's. I'm too old for all that sweating. (Emilie, wear sunscreen! And take money for water!)
Still no word from CVS.
I'd love to have a job where I talk to people and tell them what's wrong. Like every sentence would start with, "The problem with you is ...". That might very well be the best job ever. OK maybe not the best job, but it would be a hoot for a few weeks.
I'm hungry so I should go and prepare protein on the stove. I wish I had enough money to employ a chef. Hell, I'd be happy with a cook. Y'all have a wonderful Friday, and pray for an ice storm.
Thought For Today:
"It's hard to be religious when certain people are never incinerated by bolts of lightning." (Calvin & Hobbes)