Oprah & Play Doh

Okay, so I'm sticking to my resolution to blog everyday, or at the very least trying to, but I can't think of anything to write about.  My day was largely uneventful. I did a little cleaning.  One load of laundry.  I got groceries.  Did some work and attended a fundraising meeting.  Blah. Boring. Blah.  I did make a huge effort and wore jeans to the meeting.  Then came home a whole hour later and slipped right into my pajama pants.  I'm nothing if not high maintenance.  I haven't worn make-up since Saturday when work necessitated it.  No I'm not a streetwalker or stripper.  Work didn't actually request I wear make-up, I just feel a little less like Rosie O'Donnell with it on.  I am wearing my glasses which people assure me look fine but I feel about 70% less confident/attractive in but my contacts are bugging me again so I have no choice. Hair in sloppy ponytail...wait, is that Vogue calling?

I am taking part in an on-line seminar at 9 p.m. in regards to my hawking of the jewellery.  It's referred to as a 'Webinar' but when I say that I feel like a giant douche bag.  Douche bag makes me think of Chelsea Handler and Jo Koy and my immense gratitude to the TV Gods who saw it fit to make E! available on my cable service again. Chelsea, Chuy and the gang are all back every night at 10 p.m.  If you haven't watched Chelsea Lately, please do.  Even if it's only to earn back my respect for a moment.  If you have watched it and find it crass or un-funny.  Fuck off.

My boys are going to daycare tomorrow to provide me with a day of uninterrupted working time.  This should be great.  I always feel like a million bucks by the end of the day.  Number one, I accomplish things.  I accomplish things without interruption to "wipe off (some body's)bum".  I complete tasks without having to stop to get the Wii to work.  I listen to music and not Toy Story 3 or Diary of a "Wumpy" (that's how my three year old pronounces it) Kid" for the umpteenth time.  Nor do I have to play Play Doh.  To be honest though, I like the Play Doh part.  Those assholes make a lot of money off that shit though and it's shoddy at best.  I mean the actual Play Doh is good and smells good (don't judge me) and all that jazz but I'm telling you right now, the ice cream maker contraption does not work like it suggests it will on the front of the box.  Nor does the sprinkle maker.  Do they even try this shit out?  And if they do, can someone hook me up with a job there?  How sweet of a job would that be?  Playing with Play Doh every day?  I wonder how much they get paid and if they'll let you work from home...

Yeah, so um anyway, this might be a good place to stop.  At the very least, my resolution is holding on and it's the 10th already!  Eat your heart out Oprah!  (Oprah likely resolved to be more grateful and aware and rich this year and to dispel the lesbian rumours).  I don't think she's a lesbian at all and am even more confused why people would be so alarmed if it was...

Okay, yeah, so stopping here instead.