I Missed Heroes!!!

DAMMIT!

If anyone wants to fill me in, feel free.

I feel so empty inside, for various reasons. See previous post.

DAYAM!

Update...

I took the rest of the day off after my appointment. I had every intention of going into the office but damn...and ouch. And damn, again. Thanks to Akelda, I have a GREAT new heating pad option. Rice in a sock, nuked for 2 minutes. WHITE rice, not brown. (Thanks, Girl!)

New doc is wonderful, and remembered delivering my nieces. His bedside manner is nothing short of WAY cool, and he took the time to really explain what's going on inside me (diagrams and EVERYTHING!). PLUS he helped me deal with the emotional bullshit involved with all this. (Limpy, you might as well turn up your Sportscenter now...ha ha!) The exam was painful. I mean PAIN-FULL. Dayam! I won't go into details...

Turns out I'm in for a wicked ride. Dude gave me a bunch of information I wasn't given before, which makes me want to re-think this surgery shit. He's recommending it, given my age, symptoms, and (ahem) daily/weekly/hourly habits. The "C" word was mentioned, which really freaks me out. I'm not about to go out like that, no way, no how. I'd rather have a bungee cord break on my ass or have a parachute tear in mid-air. I'll know about that shit in a couple of days. Talk about scaring me speechless!

Anyway, his regular nurse wasn't in while I was there. She does the scheduling for the slicification, so I'll know more on Tuesday as to what my timeline is.

Timing couldn't be worse as far as work goes, either. We're working on implementing some new dispatch software and I was really looking forward to it. Then again, I'm putting the cart before the horse. We still gotta see what the insurance company says about all this. If they don't approve, I'm on this ride for the next ten or so years, according to doctorman.

Happy Monday, peeps. Happy, happy, joy-joy-joy!!!

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Most of you know about my "female" situation.

Thursday afternoon I got some cramps that would kill a gorilla (no offense, Brad). I mean, someone had a voodoo doll and was stabbing it with a hot, sharp needle. OUCH. I almost went home but sucked it up and went through the rest of the day, ate some "non-asprin" and hid in the lab. Got home, had a few cocktails, went to bed, and woke up in the middle of the night only to have to wash out my jammies for all the blood. CURSE you, mother nature, I'm MID CYCLE, BITCH! You shouldn't be in town for a couple WEEKS!

Friday morning brought more pain, more jammie-changing, and I knew I'd be worthless at work, so a call to bosslady was necessary. I was apologetic as all getout, but she understood.

We've got a new insurance company, and y'all know I'm looking into a new doc. This was the time to call, and I did. The soonest they could get me in was the last week of MARCH, early April.

Uh...hello? I described what was going on, and the scheduler got back on the line with an appointment for me for MONDAY MORNING, and told me if things got worse to call back and the doctor would meet me immediately. IMMEDIATELY! She also told me to call, and he would call me. !!!!! I'm thrilled and can't wait to meet this cat. Fortunately things have calmed down, although the pain is still there. I'm still going to the doc. This shit just ain't normal.

I must say, I'm not happy about having my cooch all poked and prodded again, but if it's gonna stop the pain and madness I've been going through for the last year, my feet are IN those stirrups. GIDDY UP! LOL! Hopefully we can find an option other than surgery. I'm a chickenshit as far as that goes...

Hope you all are having a good weekend!

Oh, Sweet Escape...

I've been escaping to the lab these days, building pinpads for the groceries, WHEN I can, to learn what I can. I got up super early the other day to see HOW these things are INSTALLED.

I got a major insight into what our techs deal with...at the same time, sometimes, I'd MUCH rather deal with that shit than deal with what I have to deal with at the front desk. God FORBID she's two MINUTES late for her break before she's hunting me down to cover the fucking phones...or lunch. JESUS on a unicycle...

I really have HAD IT with this immature, "look at me, I have an opinion about everything," person. Seriously. It's NOT a jealousy thing. It's just a matter of me trying to get my job done plus helping out other departments. I wish I could just fuck off all day and play with my cell phone. If there's no "babysitter" up there, nothing gets done. It's ridiculous.

I really do like my job, and where it's going. I'm just hating the interruptive work environment the front desk person is making of it. Loud music, although I constantly ask her to turn it down (and get attitude for it), singing all the time ("I'm just warming up for my karaoke tonight" was one of her quotes)...I'm seriously thinking of finding something else because management seems to turn a blind eye. Really, I can't deal with having to ask her to turn her fucking music down three-plus times a day, listen to her singing, and listen to that cell phone clap shut twenty-PLUS times a day. Not to mention I get phone calls from the techs about "um, she gave me a call for ONE store number, but gave me an address for a DIFFERENT store...so, WHICH store should I REALLY BE?...I'm sitting here at store #... and they said they never called in..." AGAIN. This is becoming a MAJOR issue, and I have my OWN work to do, as well as OTHER shit they're throwing at me. Not to mention, GOD FORBID I'm late to cover the phones ONE MINUTE late for her break or lunch before she's all pissed off. FUCK. UH...am I the ONLY person who knows how to answer the fucking PHONE in this place? YEP, you need backup, but you are NOT the ONLY person who NEEDS backup all in this HIZZY, OKAY? DAY-AM!

Lay off the crack pipe, chica, and get a CLUE about what WORK is about! Shit! FUCK!

When she first started, we said, "don't wear skirts, it distracts the guys." What is she doing now? Guess. Today was 2 inches below her cooch, and the guys were saying to me, "what the fuck is THAT all about?" Yesterday it was all about the go-go boots. All she said all day was, "I hate that people can hear me coming." (read: LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME!)

Apparently it's karoake night at her fav bar, so we all have do deal with it all day Thursday AND Friday when she's all hungover or calls in sick. YAY.

I really have HAD IT and WISH management would grow some stones.

I'm having nightmares about work, and I don't eat cheese before bed anymore.

Thanks for listening to me vent. AAAAHHHGGGG!!!! GRRRR.

And I said, "Raaaahhhhhh."

Have a good weekend. I'm gonna go get plastered somewhere. Really. I'll buy the first round. Ha.

Dinner, Pictures, and Ray

It's only Tuesday and this week is proving to be another bitch. I have in my possession some soundbytes from Simon Cowell that will prove VERY useful in the next few days for "the singer" at work. Today was pretty damn trying.

I CRAVED Polish comfort food. So it was potato pancakes and kielbasa, baby! Always BAKE or GRILL the kielbasas...NEVER EVER boil them. Same deal with hot dogs. Bake/grill...NEVER boil. It's just the Polish way...

We've always done this with some spinach and cottage cheese, not pictured. Don't ask me why, it's just the way it was served since I was a kid. I think it had something to do with the "balanced meal" sort of thing.

Backtracking, I got a couple cool shots of the sky on my way home. First one is sort of phallic...yeah, I'm a perv...

OOh, yeah. I finally got to watch "Ray" on FX tonight. I think I'm gonna go out and buy this movie. HOLY COW it was an AMAZING flick. Seriously...if you haven't seen it already, RENT it. Jamie Foxx EARNED his Oscar. Dude NAILED the role. NAILED IT. Amazing. I want to see it again.

Happy hump day, kiddos...

Cold & Rainy

...and LOVING IT! Today started out sunny, but turned blustery and cold (yes, anything under 50 here is considered COLD), and then it rained off an on all day. ANY rain we get down here is more than welcome, and hopefully the desert flora and fauna will flourish. I'm hoping to get out and take some nice pictures once it starts warming up. Cactus flowers are quite beautiful, and once the weather warms in the mountains, I'll be able to take some cool pics of the wildlife up there! Not to mention get in some FISHING!

Heroes kicked my ass yet again, though I was disappointed they didn't further the storyline about Claire's "real" parents. Ugh. These writers have me riveted to the TV every week. RIVETED like a nice pair of LEVI'S! ha

It's all good; Mondays at work always suck and Heroes is a GREAT distraction, especially when I can do some Chinese with the brotherman in the evening. No cooking for Lady K! Woot!

I didn't get to hide in the lab much today, but Tuesday I may get to play with more pinpads. I REALLY enjoy time away from the usual job-costing and accounting stuff, although if I had to do benchwork every day, all day, I'd probably get bored senseless. I DO love the variety that my job can offer, and all that I'm learning on the "technical" side may just get me somewhere. That, and I can get away from the "i-pod singer" up front. (OH, the comments I'm getting from the guys about that shit are hilarious.) They were even commenting to me on all the skin she was showing today. How "professional" of her. "LOOK AT ME!!!" ... Christ baking bread. Whatever.

I made a bunch of calls to some apartments over the weekend, sent some emails, and even left a message for the property manager here to see what they could do for me. The one chick I talked to said, "You're not MOVING, ARE YOU?" Ummmm...HELLO! And they made HER assistant manager? Yeah, now ya'll might get some insight as to WHY I want to leave here.

Happy Tuesday. May I have most of the day to hide in the lab from the "sarah mcdepression" kind of music and the incessent Beatles. And if not, pray that I don't have to ask her to turn her fucking music down every hour. People hate it that I put my headphones on to escape, adapt, and overcome. It's only pain...

Is it Monday Already?

Weekends are too short. It's a holiday but I still have to go into work. Banks are closed, the post office is closed, even my apartment complex office is closed today. Whatever happened to the days where we all had off? Oh, that's right, we were in school. We also got three months off during the summer.

At least traffic will be light and I won't get any bills.

I got nothing else except these wonderful sunset pics I took last night:

Happy Presidents day! For those of you who have the day off, bite me.

Busy Busy Busy!

Things have been crazy busy at work, so I haven't had time to really post and haven't been cruising the net much.


Valentine's day was awesome, B/F snuck in at lunchtime and put a really pretty arrangement of roses on my desk:

We stayed in for dinner and a movie, as everyone goes out on Valentine's Day and we didn't want to spend all our time waiting for a table.

"The 40 Year Old Virgin" is a must see. We laughed through the whole thing. Cap'n H mentioned a certain part where his buddy was trying to get him to pick up some drunk chicks at a club, explaining that "It's encoded into a tiger's DNA to tackle the gazelle...and, it's encoded in every man to tackle...drunk bitches." One of the funnies lines of the movie, just because the timing of the line was perfect. I'm sure it's on YouTube somewhere, but I didn't have time to look, and I also don't have a clue to get those videos onto my blogposts. One of these days I'll figure it out.

I still haven't found an apartment, but plan to go looking this weekend. There just aren't enough hours in the day, but if I don't find something soon I'll be living in a cardboard box down on Lower Buckeye. ha ha

That's really all I've got right now, I gotta get my ass in gear and get to work for another day. I'm a billing MACHINE! Thank GOD it's Friday.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!

Seconds Out

OH YEAH, BABE! I don't know if I mentioned it before, but brotherman back east sent me his ENTIRE music library on two, count 'em, TWO DVD's for Christmas. This shit is nothing short of AMAZING, and included the entire Genesis catalogue, among about a zillion diverse artists. (Of COURSE a "zillion" was an exaggeration~would you expect less from me?)

Seriously. What a GREAT Christmas gift. It gives more every time I open any of the folders. My family is full of wonderful surprises. I wish you all could know how much I am truly blessed.

Seconds Out has to be one of my all-time favorite works by these guys. Don't get me wrong...I LOVE "Wind and Wuthering," "A Trick of the Tail," and just about everything else they've done before "We Can't Dance." Then again, there're a couple good tunes on that one, too, and even after that. Not to mention the cool stuff they put out individually. This one just has a little bit of everything I LOVE. I hadn't really had the time to take to open all these mp3's and really listen, but I've been craving some new shit at work, so....

B/F lent me a little "thumb drive" so I can transport this stuff to work. Granted, it only holds 3 albums a pop, but it's worth it and I have headphones for my computer at work, and three albums gets me through the day between favorite DJ's antics on the radio. PLUS, I can put it on the computer in the lab, too, so I can listen to it in either place. YEAH! Lady is a happy camper. (Sidenote: because of the thumbdrive, I can share with local brotherman! BONUS!)

Digressing, as I am apt to do...I was having some trouble with Jukebox and asked one of the IT guys for help. He IMMEDIATELY saw I had "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" and was off and running about how he loved the album. So we had a sort of "working lunch." It was GREAT. I actually didn't fuck up my billing TOO much, ha ha.

Then, passing by his desk, I just said, "Squonk." Of COURSE he knew what I meant, and we both laughed, then pondered about what Genesis was writing about. "What the fuck IS a Squonk, anyway?"

Wikepedia is a wonderful thing ~ he looked it up, and I will never listen to that song the same way again. I gained MAJOR insight, AND got six degrees of separation. Actually, make that ONE degree this time. Steely Dan (another of my ultimate favorites) mentions a "squonk" in a line in their song, "Any Major Dude Will Tell You." Go figure.

Bubbles and Tears. Gotta love it. That Squonk sure is a character! Check it out! It's VERY entertaining and inspiring. Akelda, I know you will, hee hee! And the song itself KICKS ASS!

And, believe it or not, it was a REALLY productive day for me! I haven't listened to HALF this stuff in almost 15 years, and I gotta say, it's REALLY refreshing for me. Lots of good memories have been invoked. I must say, too, it reminds me of songs I learned a long time ago that I haven't played OR sung, so the guitar and voice will DEFINITELY be put to good use, as well as some learning on my "new" bass. My ear seems different to this now.

Maybe this is the kick in the ass I've been needing...

Happy Hump Day, music lovers, and lovers of all kinds!


And Happy Valentine's Day, Cap'n H. McSmoocherson!

The Sauce IS Boss...

Check it ~

I got home from a "hard" day at the office today. Initially, I had a deposit to input. YAY ME, on a Monday morning. Plus the usual Monday morning fires. Thank GOD there was the "crack coffee" a coworker makes, and my deposit balanced to the penny.

I spent a good time in the lab (somebody get me a white coat already!) doing pinpads. You know, the kind in which you swipe your debit card...yeah...I help your grocers with that shit. It's a pain in the ASS, but it's a NICE change of scenery for me to get this shit out there. 'Nuff said."

Anyway, I had a craving for barbecue when I got home. I WAS gonna make some hot dogs and bbq beans for dinner but didn't have any bbq sauce, as I like to add to my beans..instead I decided to make a grilled cheese sandwich and some home-made bbq sauce for later:

I will give ANYONE this recipe, because b/f took a taste and got down and KISSED MY FEET, he said it tasted so good. Seriously. He kissed my feet TWICE. Dude LOVES my cooking, but has NEVER, EVER gotten on his knees to kiss my FEET over the shit. Seriously. Oh, wait. I didn't mention that I put about a jigger of HIS micro-brewed beer into the sauce. Hmm...

I LOVE it when a good recipe comes together and I add the other right ingredients.

Oh yeah, I'm SHO' gonna get me some tonight...LOL

Have a GREAT Tuesday, kiddos...

All Caught UP!!!

I kicked ass and took names, people, and for SOME reason, someone decided to take up slack, so I am caught UP *well, for the most part*. So FRIDAY I get to spend most of the day in the LAB, working on shit I just learned how to do for the service department, so the guys can stay out in the field doing what they do best and not have to fuck around doing grunt work. THIS kind of grunt work makes me happy. I get to work with screwdrivers, power tools, stickers, and just plain-out feel like I'm "seriously" helping the guys get their jobs done so we don't have to get two guys out to the same store for the same call on the same day...or two different days.

I get to let my tomboy side RULE. It's not a HUGE side, but it NEEDS to come out every now andagain.

Best of all? This gets me OUT of the front office. Y'all KNOW what that means to me. The further away from the front office the BETTER! WOOT! It's a nice change of scenery and gets me handling more than just paperwork. (Minds outta the gutters, guys!)

Bosslady is off, so I'll have to be accessible to emergent situations up front, but that's what the job is all about, right? She KNOWS where I'll be all day. There's an extention back there, and I'll have the ol' cellie on-hand. NO PROBLEMO.

Thus, giving-you-know who room to just fuck off all day with her phone and her "blog" and her "internet shit." WhatEVER, not like it doesn't happen every day anyway, with the text messaging (I swear to GOD if I hear that fucking cell phone vibrate and slap shut one more time...). GOD KNOWS I'm not gonna miss the "slap!" of her smaking that goddamn phone shut every time she text's whomEVER it is. MUST be pretty god damn important to take away from work.

Eh, like I keep saying..."give her enough rope." She'll learn one of these days, after she gets fired for insubordination, non-professionalism and attitude. That day isn't far, I know that much. You guys should SEE some of the shit she wears to work. Makes us all LAUGH. If I'm going out after work, at least I BRING shit to wear for my outings. We were doubling over. If I didn't think I'd get in trouble I'd have snuck a camera pic of these "field pants." JESUS. HELLO? NOT OFFICE ATTIRE. "I'm going HIKING after work." OH! WELL, I 'm going to the GYM after work tomorrow, I think I'll just wear my tank top and gym shorts to work tomorrow...What the FUCK, YO? What KILLS me is they have NO BALLS to say anything to her!!! We've TALKED about it, but NO ONE...NOBODY...EVEN the VP of OPERATIONS has had the god damn BALLS to say anything to this chick.

Anyway...enough about work. How about that Anna Nicole, huh? Who'd've THUNK?

Um...well. I knew it was just a matter of time, with her lifestyle. Yeah, another human being has passed, but come on...we ALL do, whether "celebrity status" or not. Kind of like that book, "Everybody Poops." There should be one titled, "Everybody Dies, No Matter WHO They Are." You are born, you live, you die. DEAL.

I don't mean to sound callous, it's just like..."Okay, this skankass bought the farm." Did I KNOW said skankass??? NO. Was she my mom? Was she my close Aunt? NO. Does this affect my life as I know it? Um..NO. Should I GRIEVE, send FLOWERS or go to the inevitably coming, media-covered HUGE overstated memorial service for her? Again, I'm thinking NO.

Call me a bitch or whatever, but come ON. If I see or hear ONE more story about the shit on the news, radio, or internet, I'm gonna fucking scream.

It's NOT like she was the fucking QUEEN or even DI for Chris' sake.

No WONDER I tune in to rerun after rerun of Friends, King of Queens and Everybody Loves Raymond to avoid the news.

HENCE, I will be "hiding" in the Lab tomorrow, listening to the commercial free radio station we have piped in.

Have a happy, happy Friday, kiddos! I am HOPING mine will be...

The Virgin Viewage

Yep, okay...I graduated HIGH SCHOOL the year this movie came out, and I have a confession:

I had NEVER seen it till tonight. So when it came on TCM, I figured, "hey, there's nothing else on, why not?"

I felt like I was 18 all over again, all snuggled up on my couch with the dog, and let me tell ya, as CHEEZ WHIZ as this movie was, with it's pathetic attempts at special effects (which, for that time, were AWESOME), it STILL creeped me out. BIG TIME.

I could have SWORN that was Carrot Top playing the role of Malachai, (or is it Malakai?...whatever) and that Isaac character was SUPER creepy. Was that a KID or a "little person?" His voice HAD to have been a bad overdub. And, I GOTTA admit, I even snorted because I was laughing so hard at what they did to the car...

Anyway...brotherman was over for some lame frozen pizza but HE encouraged me to watch it ("WHAT??? You've NEVER SEEN this MOVIE?") and stayed for a little of it. We laughed our asses off about how far horror flicks have come since then. He said the sequel is better, but you really have to see the first one to know what's going on.

Right...I'll run right out to Hollywood Video to rent those sequels, bro.

AND, thanks to the cheese on the pizza, I'm probably gonna have B-rated nightmares. HA!

Hope you all have a great HNT.

Peace out. LOL

Workin' for a Livin'

There are just not enough hours in the day. The more I think I'm getting caught up, the more behind I seem go get. And what really sucks is...I don't fuck off all day!

I need my weekends to look for a decent place to live, and TRY to relax. SOMEBODY's gotta pick up the slack, and we ALL know who's NOT gonna be doing THAT anytime soon. LMAO (Oh yeah, THAT'S a clue that will neither be sought nor found!)

It's just not fair. (I know, I know...life isn't fair.)

I have a dog. I LOVE my dog. My dog is my KID, the only kid I'll ever have. Well, I didn't actually get knocked up by an Australian Heeler (GROSS!) and give BIRTH, but the adoption papers are real, so technically, she's my pseudo-kid.
I hate spending time away from her. I realize I HAVE to, if I want us both to eat, stay warm/cool, keep a roof over our heads and upkeep the car so she can hang her head out the window and bark at strangers. I get that. It just sucks that I can't spend as much time/energy with her as I want.

What I DON'T get is how some people give 150% at their jobs, while others get away with MAYBE 60% or less, and manage to stay employed.

Yeah, I'm ranting again, but I have just been feeling cheated. I brought work home with me. Granted, it was kind of mindless shit I could do while watching Gilmore Girls and CSI reruns, but it was still work, to make life easier for other people AT work, including myself. I only made a measly hot dog for dinner, and ain't chargin' the company for the 2 1/2 hours I spent DOING said mindless shit. I'll probably do the same thing again tomorrow, although NOT so mindless, because I need the weekend for personal shit. Imagine that. Feeling GUILTY for taking a WEEKEND so I can have a so-called life. Huh. I already feel guilty enough for taking ONE fucking vacation day. Jesus. You'd think I was gone a WEEK the way people were happy I was back. FUCK. I guess I should be happy they appreciate me, but still...I fill in for everyone else when THEY are gone, but my shit piles UP while I'M gone. What the FUCK?

Do I care? Yeah. Do I care too much? Probably. Will I end up going in over the weekend to play catchup? More than likely, since a few of the apartments I want to see are in that area. I'm doing laundry as I NEED it. Fashion? What the fuck is THAT? I barely take time to do my makeup and hair in the mornings. God Damn, I'm a sucker for guilt. Must be the Catholic in me...there's gotta be SOME kind of therapy for this. I believe they call it Xanax? ha ha ha!

On a good note, I did manage to break off a call to my folks, who live like ten miles from me, and whom I haven't seen in over a month. Well, I got to talk to my Dad, anyway. Moms was on her way home (she stays late AND brings the shit home), and I'm bummed I missed her, but it was good to at least touch base. Sometimes she and I get a chance to email a line or two. Maybe I can stop in there this weekend after work...ha ha. Or maybe we can get together when THEY get to retire. ha.

Happy Hump Day, y'all!

Superbowl Food NO MO!!!

Good Christ help me.

The superbowl was GREAT, don't get me wrong. The FOOD was spectacular, if I don't say so myself. Really... You saw the pics, I outdid myself...

Then there was the morning after. I gotta say...the boneification was wonderful. Fabulous. I might even say, "YUMMY!" A CAVE WOMAN would even have been satisfied...ha HA!

Until....(insert "Jaws" music here...) da nah....da nah...dah nah da nah da nah...da da dah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Attack of the killer dumpage. JESUS on a TEN SPEED! Peter Benchley would have put some jawteeth on this sucker. Seriously.

It could very well have been me, kids. I will admit that, but...

OH YES, people, b/f decided to lay the anaconda of ALL anaconda snakees. We're talking prehistoric proportions here. Good mother of ALL that is HOLY!!!

I went in a little while after the Loch Ness monster took a swim so I could get me some t.p. to blow my nose, went to throw it into the "bowl," so as not to fill up the waste basket any more, flushed, and AAAHHHHH!!!!! The toilet was clogged.

Son of MOSES, and mother of FUCKING JOSE' !!!

HONEY! GOD DAMMITT!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!

I mean it.

"God DAMMIT! What?! Did you give BIRTH in here or something? I sure as hell didn't hear any ass-smacking or crying, so what the FUCK, dude? Thank GOD you didn't light a fucking MATCH, or the whole APARTMENT may have gone up in FLAMES! CHRIST on a SURFBOARD, at LEAST you sprayed some FeBreeze!~~~"

HOLY SHIT.

No!!!!!!

So he goes in to try to FIX it plunging his heart out, flushed, and the water goes ALL over the place. EEWWW. Oh God NO!!!! I ended up calling maintenance.

Dude came in, plunged, and it was over in a heartbeat. We giggled, I apologized my fool HEAD off for the HUGE baby-sized dukie, and it was all good.

Thank GOD I'm outta here soon. LMAO Needless to say, the b/f is NOT allowed in the bathroom unless it's number ONE.

Sorry, hon...I LOVE to cook for you, but...

And ALL the Peasants Rejoiced!

That's RIGHT, peeps, I couldn't be HAPPIER, because the Colts beat the SHIT outta da Bears, and it's time for more FOOD PICS!

Saturday I made preps for some Superbowl chili. Ground beef, fresh chopped anaheim chili, chopped green chilis, tomatoes, some thyme, garlic, onions, cumin, paprika, chili powder, and OH MAN. Sautee' that shit up and throw it in my mini crock pot with some chili beans....YEAH!

THEN, I took some ideas I got from Rachael Ray and made some mini ham/cheddar/swiss grilled sandwiches.

AND, of course, NO superbowl would be complete without some good ol' fashioned "hanky panks." These things are to die for. Just regular sausage, browned up and tossed with some MEXICAN velveeta, to give it that southwestern "kick," with some Pace picante sauce on the side.
A feast fit for an armchair quarterback, I must SAY!

The GREAT thing about all this??? I have TODAY OFF! YEAH! I just needed a "DAY" and was able to get it. I think I'll go out apartment hunting. It's a LOT easier than trying to do it on a weekend, that's for sure.