cheers & jeers

remember that from TV Guide? (or actually they DO still run it, whatever) the reviewer would cheer & jeer (duh) the best and worst of TV that week.

once again, art imitates life.

Cheers:
Mike's is having a 50% off sale on their Cricut cartridges.
Jeers:
they won't have anything i want, just what i do have.

Cheers:
the Cricut.
Jeers:
oooops. i've been calling it a cree-cut. found out it's really cricket. d'oh.

Cheers:
the price of gas is coming down a little here under the Smogberry Trees.
Jeers:
dagnabbit, it's still over $4/gallon

Cheers:
i survived the layoffs at work.
Jeers:
rumor is, there's another one possibly coming down the pike, but this one will be company wide.
hey - we're bleeding money, i guess you gotta do something to stop it. and dang it, the severance package now won't be nearly as generous as this last one. time for me to get my sign made up 'Vietnam Vet, Homeless, God Bless,' and find my space on the freeway's off ramp.

Cheers:
B's new car - sweet.
Jeers:
car payments. less than sweet.

Cheers:
OPI's Russian Navy nail polish. it's blue, it's purple, it's dark.
Jeers:
what they charge for pedicures hereabouts.

Cheers:
got laundry done today - and early, too.
Jeers:
the dang battery in my car died at the laundromat. off to Kragen for a new one. aren't cars fun?

Cheers:
Fudgcicles.
Jeers:
what, are you crazy? even with Weight Watchers, i ain't bagging on the 'cicle.

Cheers:
in 9 days, i'll be off to Reno. oh dang. gotta see people i love and take pictures of them.
Jeers:
besides the joy of airport security, there ARE no jeers.

Cheers:
i still love the camera. and yes, i AM picking photos now that i want to enter in the fair next year.
Jeers:
have you priced a macro lens for one of these babies? geeeeeeeeezzzzz. i'm thinking of selling a kidney to finance it.

Cheers:
BBQing steaks on the patio.
Jeers:
the downstairs neighbor, Dickey McPooPooHead, had a tantrum when we were starting the coals because we had embers popping. and this with Brendan standing there with the lid over the coals, trying to keep the popping down. apparently we were also BBQing the neighbor's cat.
Mr. McPooPooHead was truly like a four year old having a temper tantrum, who yelled at Brendan, then slammed the door to his apartment. he has since avoided us like the plague.

wait...that could really be considered a cheer.

p.s. - the cat is fine.