So, it's been a while since ol' Shar's gone off on a tangent and stood on the sopabox. So here goes.
When you think of Hilton, what comes to mind? Beautiful 4 and 5 star hotels all over the world? Maybe you think of Elizabeth Taylor's marriage to the Hilton tycoon back in the day. Or does the first thought pop into your head--Paris? Not the French city which is home to the Arc de Triumph and Eifle Tower, but the heir to the hotel fortune? Well, they arrest Paris Hilton. Put her in jail and then let her out for an undisclosed medical disorder. Why? The medical disorder? CLOSTERPHOBIA!! She can't handle being cooped up in that tiny jail cell. Give me a freakin' break! Yeah, yeah, whine whine. How about some cheese with that whine, Paris? She is used to having a penthouse in any Hilton Hotel in the world, she has her own sprawling palatial mansion, and has never known any boundaries in her entire life! The rich (in her case, super rich) don't have to abide by the same rules and consequences as the average joe. That is a fact. I think that Daddy bought her way out of jail. So, they come up with closterphobia as a medical disorder which deams her release and she is fitted with the ankle bracelet and confined to her home for 45 days and then her sentence is considered served! What I think really happened? She threw such a hissy fit in her "cell" that the doctor was called, Daddy was called and doc and Daddy made a deal. But, for some reason (public outcry, I gather) Miss Hilton is back in jail to serve her 6 week sentence that was originally 3 months. Now, from what I understand, the jail she was/is in is a "special" one in LA/Beverly Hills or wherever for celebrities and turned bad law enforcement specialists (cops). It might not be a penthouse in the Hilton of Beverly Hills, but I am sure it ain't Motel 6 either!
Well, it seems that our water cooler in the office has bitten the dust. I went into work Thursday morning and there is a pond on the floor that has originated from the water cooler, uh water dispenser, I guess I shoud say since we can get cold and hot water out of it. You've seen the type I am talking about. Polar water/Dean's Water/Tyler Water with the five gallon bottle that goes on the top of it? So, I clean up the water. And glance over at it all day(it sits in the corner right near my desk) to see if any more appears on the floor. Nothing. So I figure it's a freak thing. Friday, I come into another pond of water, but this one has headed under my printer stand and into the area where I sit while at my desk. Luckily, the floor isn't level, and it flowed away from my computer, which sits on the floor under the printer stand! So, after I make my (instant) coffee with the hot water, I unplug the dispenser. I figure that there is something wrong with the heating element and the water in the hot water reservoir had gotten too hot and boiled over or something, sort of like the radiator does in your car when it gets too hot and comes out the overflow. So, No pond Monday or today, but I couldn't use the hot water dispenser to make my coffee yesterday or today. I had to use tap water (oh my god!) and heat my water in the lunchroom microwave! (The lunchroom is probably 30 feet away from the office) What an inconvenience! lol. Luckily, right after I made my coffee this morning, the Tyler water guy came and switched out our dispenser for a new one. Yea! Normal coffee tomorrow!
My country station, Froggy, has been playing (and playing and playing and playing and...you get the idea) the songs "Good Directions" and "All My Friends Say" during the work day. I keep my little radio on the window sill that is just over my right shoulder so I can hear it, but doesn't really disturb anyone else in the office. They are not country fans. Even though, my boss, Diane, and her friends had tried desperately to get tickets for Alabama's farewell tour when it stopped in Pittsburgh. I told her they were country. She said, no, they're southern rock. Ha! Don't tell them that. Southern Rock is Molly Hatchet, the Outlaws, Skynard, that type. Anyway, they all make fun of my Nascar and my country music, and my redneck ways. I digress. Now, these two tunes are cute little ditties that get your toes a tappin'. I like them both. They just play the hell outta them! But, today, I realized that in Good Directions, when the chick stops at the little country store with the old coke sign and asks Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea, That Miss Bell is the dude's mama and and she sends the chick right back there to him! Now, how cool is that? "All My Friends Say" is a great song. I love these lyrics:........
I got smoke in my hair; My clothes thrown everywhere. Woke up in my rocking chair, Holding a beer in my hand; Sportin' a neon tan. My stereo cranked up; (I) can't find my truck. How'd I get home from the club? Ain't got a clue what went down. Sooo I started callin' around. And all my friends say I started shootin doubles When you walked in. All my friends say I went a little crazy Seein' you with him. You know, I don't remember a thing, But they say I sure was raisin' some cain. I was a rock star, party hard, Gettin' over you comeback kid! Yeah, I must have did What all my friends say. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
I found my billfold; I cried oh no no. Good time Charlie got me, now I'm broke, But it was worth actin' like a fool. Yeah, girl, I must have really showed you Cause all my friends say I started shootin doubles When you walked in. All my friends say I went a little crazy Seein' you with him. You know I don't remember a thing, But they say I sure was raisin' some cain. I was a rock star, party hard, Gettin' over you comeback kid. Yeah I must have did What all my friends say Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
I was Elvis rockin' on the bar; Workin' the crowd pourin' out my heart. And all my friends say I started shootin doubles When you walked in All my friends say I went a little crazy Seein' you with him. You know I don't remember a thing But they say I sure was raisin' some cain I was a rock star, party hard, Gettin' over you comeback kid. Yeah, I must have did What all my(all my) all my friends say Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. That's what all my friends say. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. That's what all my friends say. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. That's what all my friends say. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah.
I am hoping that the Gunslingers add it to there repitoire as one of the songs they cover, cause the first time I heard it, I thought the Gunslingers were singing it! It's a great drinking song too! And if you haven't figured it out by now, the Gunslingers like to party!
Well, this party girl's going to bed. It's been a day. Was on Pins and Needles all day waiting for word from one of my nephews about my sister's surgery today. It turned out fine. Nothing unexpected. We'll see how she feels tomorrow......................
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