You Heard it Here First!

***insert smile***

Didn't I say it first right here on this blog? Didn't I say that Nick & Jessica would be divorced or have children within five years? Well, they celebrated Anniversary #3 last month, and like, omigod, wow! They announced their separation last night. Like, I was right! Totally awesome, kiddies. THEY'RE TOO DAMN YOUNG. Wait, I take that back. SHE'S TOO DAMN YOUNG. He's 31. And can sing better. Whaddya expect when you marry a virgin with an overprotective family? Anyone notice his family was barely shown on "Newlyweds"? You saw his dad and his brother in, what, two episodes? The poor guy was overshadowed by someone less talented but with better connections. 98 Degrees is kaput, too. Let's see where his career goes. She's got Daddy holding the reins, so I'm not worried about her.

In other news, I'm at work. Can you smell the resentment? I didn't even feel like getting up to skate, but I did. Crossrolls and crossovers. Very "blah" kinda morning. The rink was warmer than it was outside! Shocking. 22 degrees does not make a happy camper of me, kiddies.

And the commercialist blitz has begun: between the replays of those poor parade-goers who got clonked on the heads with the Macy's balloon and Black Friday? It's a bit much. Technically, it's still November. That means I'm keeping the Indian, the pumpkin, and the pilgrim on my door until December 1 rolls around. Yes, I'm sitting here playing Peggy Lee's Christmas carols, but I need a pick-me-up this morning. Starbucks was closed downstairs and this weak-ass brown water they call coffee is just oh so not cutting it today.

I'm leaving early at 3 pm today. We've had 2 phone calls in the last 2 hours. Sloooow is the word. I could be home baking cookies or doing dishes or something.

My AdSense approval from Google came through. My lack of a new job (and I ain't gonna get one before January, I just know it) and pitiful funds has lead me to make a whorish corporate CEO decision: I will be putting advertising space on this here blog. Dexter thinks it's a good idea. I have his full bio ready, and he's going to start blogging shortly before Christmas. After all, links for cat food and toy sponsors make his feline heart go pitter-patter and my bank account go kaching. He also told me he wants the new Ionic Pet Pro brush for Christmas. He does not like the metal wire thingie I've been using at all. Neither does Muffin, and her fur is so matted, it's starting to look like dredlocks.

Well, it's 11:36 am, and I really REALLY wanted a pumpkin spice latte, but eh. I'll just have to deal. So far, I paid all my bills, blogged, and cleaned off my desk with these new Windex vinegar wipes. For the first time in weeks, I'm not sneezing! All that crap was going straight into my lungs. That reminds me...dustbunnies are brewing in my hall closet. Time to break out another pack of these things, I think.

Ciao and Meow for now!