to fill a truck

I need to purchase about 37,000 #'s of plate today. It is amazing how difficult that can be. I want to find the best possible deal. I have spent the last couple of hours staring at lines and lines of numbers and trying to calculate the $/lb of each one. After about an hour they all started to run together. I ran to Bobby for help. After lunch we are going to look at some thinner plate. How much base plate material does one woman really need anyways?

I believe the world has caught onto my cheap schemes. There is very little cheap plate left.

Ok so this weekend was great. It is amazing how wonderful a simple weekend can be. It is amazing how busy a simple weekend can be. It is also amazing how chocolate in a fondue pot really hightens a good time. I suppose chocolate fondue on carpet with candles all around is about as good as life gets. mmmm that pound cake was damn good.

I want to travel the world on a bus and meet random people and then write about them.
Oh wait no I don't. I swore to never ride a bus again. Wheh! I am glad I remembered before I actually bought that ticket. The idea is cool though. Those things are stinky though. I am not sure if people just forget to actually pee in the toilet on those things or if it is just not possible to keep one clean. I would think that a little freebreeze could go a long ways on a bus though. I think I will just stay away from them all together though.

I sure wish I could ride the train to work. I can only imagine how much more productive I could be on a train. I probably would not be at all more productive but it sure is a nice thought. I can also blame my lack of productivity on the fact that I can not ride a train to work. I would finish that book if only I could ride a train to work. I sure could finish that afghan if I could ride a train to work. I know all of my laundry would surely be done if I could ride a train to work. I probably would not have spent so much at Target if I could ride a train to work. I bet there would be world peace if I rode a train....ok maybe I would just nap.

Did you know there are people out there in the world who actually watched MASH?
I did not know this but I happen to live with one of the damaged ones. It is sad really. I think I should get some sort of special button for loving one of those kinds. I bet my damn best friend B liked it too. I am surrounded by freaks....by choice even....what does that say about me?

I want to live in a great dead poets house. I wonder if I would then be more inspired? Would the poet visit me in my sleep and give me great lines?