Leezuhhl's blog really takes the biscuit. ;)

Two back to back posts? Don't get used to it. This kind of thing is as rare as a MC Hammer video playing on MTV... and MTV stopped playing videos YEARS ago.

Not the usual Monday morning, but an interesting one nonetheless. The bank, where I work now, was being audited yesterday. Lucky me. No one knew about this surprise visit. In turn, causing the team to work like a flock of chickens with their heads cut off. It wasn't until I reached the vault that I came to a realization that I was in the middle of our yearly bank audit. While retrieving my banking keys, of course. (the heavy breathing over my left shoulder was a tiny hint.) The lady resembled a cracked out version of Diana Ross--only younger. Too bad she sounded more like B.B. King. Oh, speaking of B.B. King... He played WolfTrap Sunday night. If I knew this ahead of time, I would have seen him singing the blues. What's the point of signing up for newsletters, messageboards, and Ticketmaster if they don't let you in on this kind of stuff?!

(I buy the Washington Post on my way to work. If I don't have time, I'll go online and print out the internet version. Thank God for coffee and news, huh? Oh, and StarBucks, too!)

B.B. King at Wolf Trap: The Thrill Isn't Gone

Just in case anyone still wants to know why B.B. King sings the blues, the 78-year-old legend complained at Wolf Trap Sunday night that Viagra is of little use to a diabetic. Fortunately, King still has Lucille, his famous Gibson guitar, to keep him company, along with three generations of fans.

Another "kooky" article in the paper yesterday was on a local tourney in D.C. on the ever so challenging, "Rock, Paper, Scissors" or "Roshambo". Apparently, it's not just for kids anymore! Drunks can get down and jiggy with this childhood game of mine! Rock smashes scissors. Scissors cut paper. Paper covers rock. That's the rules. Like'em or not.

Monday was just full of surprises for me. Not too long before I took my lunch break yesterday, I received a text message from a life long friend back home in the NJ/NY area (The REAL tri-state area) She's been trying to track me down, while stalking my other childhood friends in the meantime. To make a long story short: she's a "free sprirted" female who thinks on her feet, terribly opinionated, and was one of the protestors holding onto the "Pink Slip" posters for Mr. Bush in the protest on Sunday. If it wasn't for her e-mail and pic attachment, I would have never believed her. (She's quite the hypocrite hippie; therefore, I had to doubt her) She's one to burn her bra, use animal friendly products, and work as a manager at StarBucks in Willowbrook Mall. Way to go, you tree hugging lumberjack....

"Too often, we lose sight of life's simple pleasures. Remember, when someone annoys you it takes only 42 muscles in your face to frown, BUT it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and bitch slap the mofu upside the head...."

Yet, after years of being out of touch, she also had the nerve to invite me back north to NJ/NY for the upcoming Labor Day weekend. The last time I schelped out north, I drove my Altima along the NJ Turnpike for an audition in NYC. (Wanna Be A VJ 2) :) I hauled my ass for 3 1/2 hours, getting there in record time. I may just have to rally up my personal days with the bank so I can see some friends both in North Jersey and in the City. It's been years since I've returned back "HOME". I do miss real "pizza". (Trying to find decent pizza here in these parts is like finding meaning in a Pauly Shore movie. YOU CAN'T!) Too many of my friends in this area have traveled up north, while making me green with jealousy. I feel my time is coming soon. The motherland is calling me. Come to think of it, I haven't even gone to the beaches here in Maryland once this summer. Think I have no love for the Jersey Shores? Oh, I do! One of the best places to find of control mullets, leather outfits, teased hair, and people wearing at least 5 gold chains around their necks out in the sun. You gotta love Jersey, baby!

Monday's Night Cap: Nothing beats drinking at your local bar, and closing the place down with your mom (Steph), your favorite bartender (Vesma) and your favorite manager (Jason). These are my friends who I've worked with, and miss terribly. Kinda cool having the whole place to our selves. Oh, and the tab? I never get one :)

*Is it Friday yet? I can't wait for my 4 day Labor Day weekend. There's nothing planned for my long weekend or anything. I just look forward to doing anything but WORK the last weekend of the summer*

Daily Mantra (revised for Tuesday)

Will not give in to my Baskin Robbin's Chocolate & Peanut Butter ice cream cravings. Learn to turn away the chocolate goodness.

Will not give in to my Baskin Robbin's Chocolate & Peanut Butter ice cream cravings. Learn to turn away the chocolate goodness.

Will not give in to my Baskin Robbin's Chocolate & Peanut Butter ice cream cravings. Learn to turn away the chocolate goodness.

-On tv now: Clips of random protesting in the streets of Manhattan.

Protesters are a funny bunch of people. Who else can rally in the streets, assault the pigs, get maced in the process, and continue protesting with a sign that reads "Fuk Amerikas Prez"? If you're going to do this, please learn how to spell. 3 words: Hooked On Phonics.

Eh. Woke up early this morning. I'll go have breakfast over coffee and news before work.
T minus 3 days till my holiday weekend...