Bleh. Chemo Hangover.
This is going to be short. I'm feeling out of sorts. On the upside, I finally managed to sleep. Like all of yesterday. And then a nap at 5. I woke up in time for CSI and then back to bed. I'm feeling more rested, but I'm still a little on the bleh side.
So,...
1. All challenge answers are due today. Although, I did get a pretty good turn out already. I'm glad you guys have the spare time to humor me. For those who haven't checked-in in awhile...look back, like three or four posts.
2. My turtle, Phil, is doing fine. We have discovered that he does not like ants. However, he does enjoy stalking the squirmy little things in the pond water. It's actually cute to watch.
3. My family is heading to Jersey to see my sister's boyfriend's brother in a musical. I, however, do not get to go. (The whole aching bones thing...not so much for the long car rides.) However, Paul does get a shout-out. I'm sure you'll do great. Break a leg.
4. Erica there is no mehhing on the site. Have fun on the cruise.
5. Just a reminder about the Relay for Life link on the side of my blog. If you want to make a donation to the American Cancer Society you can do it there...and I get the credit. Tee Hee.
That's it I think. More to come later. -Elizabeth
posted by ejbauerlein @ 1:28 PM
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Liz,
Can not wait to meet Phil! Hope your day is good.
Love,
Marta
You are the emperess of Bloggerville. Its capital is Milka. (Sounds like an inviting place to visit.) Fred has been liquidated. All your friends who have supported you will be promoted to the title of honorary family member. No countries will be abolished. Why bother when you've already subjugated Earth? (Leave the other barren planets to others). There are no slaves in Bloggerville. No one else owns a car. You, and only you, are allowed to drive anywhere. You own three 747s for day-trips to the Carribean. You're motto is: "What's So Funny About Peace, Love and Understanding?"
I like these short ones... I too am feeling bleh. Not quite the same bleh, but enough bleh to be home on a Mexican party (Friday) night, alone, reading your blog, and I'll be watching some movies later. I came home from work yesterday and slept 11 hrs. I have no excuse other than I just don't sleep enough on worknights, so I crashed. Any advice on what to do to not be bleh? Or will the movies and waiting for another day do the trick?
Your dear friend,
Di
PS. Sorry, not enough energy tonight to think about how you will rule the world. You already do anyway, so what's the point? :-)
I like these short ones... I too am feeling bleh. Not quite the same bleh, but enough bleh to be home on a Mexican party (Friday) night, alone, reading your blog, and I'll be watching some movies later. I came home from work yesterday and slept 11 hrs. I have no excuse other than I just don't sleep enough on worknights, so I crashed. Any advice on what to do to not be bleh? Or will the movies and waiting for another day do the trick?
Your dear friend,
Di
PS. Sorry, not enough energy tonight to think about how you will rule the world. You already do anyway, so what's the point? :-)
What is my title: The Holy Bobo
Site of my world capital: I'm thinking Antarctica... As they say... "If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere"... Or was that New York? Either way, I'm sticking with Antarctica...
Capital to be renamed after: Definitely me... What person bent on world domination wouldn't be egomaniacal enough to name their world capital after himself/herself...
Enemies to be liquidated: Those that dare to slow me down on my morning commute...
Friends to be promoted: My friends Scott and Judge... I think that I can convince them to give up their posts as Pope to be high-ranking officials in my "government"...
Countries to be abolished: Any and all that dare to stand up to the all-powerful Holy Bobo...
Planets to be subjugated: After Earth, I think that I would take over Jupiter... It seems to me that you should always start big... Or is that small? I always get these phrases so confused... < shaking head with quizzical expression on face >
Number of slaves: How many people are there in the world? If you aspire to world domination, why sell yourself short?
Number of cars: It's not necessarily about quantity, but more about quality... OK... It's about the quantity of quality cars... And to answer the question... Lots and lots...
Number of jets in my personal fleet: 366... The most powerful person in the world shouldn't have to travel in the same plane twice a year... Even in a leap year...
Catchphrase: "If you don't settle down, I'll stop this planet and you can walk home!"... A close second would be "Same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world!"...
Karl
In Honor of Cinco de Mayo...
Your Title: Lady Margarita Mixologist,
Site of your world capital: Ciudad Juarez, Mexico (Mexican village where Margarita was first served)
Capital to be renamed after: Margarita
Enemies to be liquidated: Those pesky limes need to be liquidated, along with some crushed ice, and tequila (add some salt on the rim), oh yeah, and throw in some wicked strawberries.
Friends to be promoted: Jose Cuervo,
Countries to be abolished:
Planets to be subjugated: Planet Hollywood
Number of slaves in your harem: any wait person(s), bartenders, cocktail person on your way home from the last chemo treatment.
Number of cars in your garage: none, call a cab, or limo - a limo should do nicely!
Number of jets in your personal fleet: One will do fine to fly to Cancun, Acapulco, Mexico City, Tiajana, Guadalahara, etcetera, etcetera, etcertera...
Catchphrase: I ate the worm!
happy to hear things are going better for you elizabeth. -Celeste
I am soooo sorry that the chemo effects were so bad this week. I know that you don't want to hear "only two more to go", but instead, think St. JOHN and Margaritas. Love you so much, Elizabeth. Mom
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