Saturday

Hesh up Dear Mems. You can suffer through my green blog for a bit. It's to signify Spring and all green things to come.

Spidey Lou: I drift in and out of my Bliss.

Today BP, LP my Mom, Sis and I are driving up to Midway Airport to drop off the BP so he can fly to Texas to pick up a vehicle he bought from a friend. I'm telling you it thrills me to no end to give up a Saturday to have my ass in a car for hours and hours, but it's a request from the husband so I'll suffer in silence.

Schell: Did you like Lost. Ben gets creepier and creepier. I'll bet you a Powerball ticket that his "contact" on the freighter is none other than MICHAEL! I read where he's supposed to come back this year.

OOOOOMMMMMMMMMM

Nothing really new or exciting here.
We're under another winter storm watch
for Friday and Saturday which thrills me to no end.

Damn. I'd forgotten how gorgeous this song was until Jason Castro sang it on AI tonight.
Here's Jeff Buckley's version of the great Leonard Cohen song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AratTMGrHaQ

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord,
but you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall, the major lift;
the baffled king composing Hallelujah!

Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!

You say I took the Name in vain;
I don't even know the name.
But if I did, well, really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word;
It doesn't matter which you heard;
the holy, or the broken Hallelujah!

I did my best; it wasn't much.
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch.
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah!

This woman's name is Patti Stanger. There is a reality show on Bravo about her and her Millionaire's Club. She accepts millionaire male clients and finds them their "ideal woman." She calls herself a matchmaker.

I've seen this show a few times and it is awful. Needless to say she rejects women who are ugly, fat, too highly educated, and opinionated. Most of the women she uses are between 25 and 35, straight-haired blonde, thin, with huge tits and not a lot on the ball upstairs.

She told this red haired woman that men don't like red hair because it's too matronly. "Can you dye it lighter?" She rejects women who send her head shots because men think women who post head shots on internet dating sites are all fat. She tells curly haired women to "straighten it!" because men want to run their hands through long straight hair. Let me tell you--this woman is not so hot herself. She's like a cross between Elvira and Bill O'Reilly. Do some women actually do a 180 in order to atract a man with money? They must--evidentally her business is booming. She also is mean to her staff.

We've got a new tenant--a retired lady who seems very pleasant if not a wee bit persnickety. We have to move in a refrigerator this week because the previous tenants had their own. BP got the scathingly brilliant idea that we would put our fridge in the rental house and we'd get a new one. Sounds good to me, so I'm thinking of taking Tuesday off to go to Menard's and buy a fridge with BP. All appliances are 10% off.

Tomorrow we're going to our Tax Lady to figure if we owe, or if we're getting a refund. I get a boatload of taxes taken out of my check each month but 2007 was a very strange year for us so it's anyone's guess. Ces't la vie.

We had our Girls Night Out last night. I had a dirty martini and a Mexican chicken dish (not Bert.) Fun was had by all.