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A world with a $100 PC?

Maybe some of you tech folks out there can tell me if this actual piece of equipment is hype or real.

The evil zombie snot has now settled in my chest. Today might just be a long day at work as I hack my way through the rat race.

Blech.

I hate working sick. I’m probably going to go in, get done what I need to get done and come home and lie down.

These are the days I shut my door to the office. The prospect of my employees hearing me at war with my own phlegm is something I hate.

And I need to pack for my journey into Nashville this week.

I know, not very compelling stuff this morning from the ‘Coma, but it’s all I got.

Us Career Girls have to make a living.

I have learned not to root for any team because if I’m for your, then you will most decidely lose. Being a long-term Cardinals fan, we made it to the dance for many years and then came home with nothing.

As a Vols fan, my allegiences lie with Peyton Manning. Several years ago, the year he was a junior at UT, I had a chance to interview him for a couple of minutes. He was kind, congenial and self-deprecating. He was a good interview. And being that my grandfather taught me from a very young age that blood does run orange in our family, I’ve followed his career. Love him or hate him, he’s a great quarterback.

I really thought that Chicago’s Defense would annihilate old Peyton and the boys, and out of the gate, it appeared like that might happen in last night’s Super Bowl.

It didn’t happen. The Dan Marino curse/connection was broken.

So, amazingly enough, twice in one cycle of championship games, my teams have won.

Is there something amiss in the air?

Yikes.

Just finished over at NiT.

And I’m whupped.

You guys have a great night.

Okay, some plans firmed up.

On Day One in Nashville, if any of you campers want to meet me, Smiley, Ruabelle and Badger (Squirrel Queen is undecided due to work commitments) at the Sportsman Grille, let either him or I know.

This is your invitation.

Bring your stunt liver, as Smiley would say. We both have early morning planned the next day, but what the heck, we only live once.

Headed out for Super Bowl Frivolity.

And if anyone wants to give me Pred tickets, an I-Book or a friendly kiss on the cheek, I’ll take that too.

Hee.

This picture was taken awhile back. No, we aren’t sots, but when you have about six people sitting at the table drinking a frothy one, this sort of happens.

And, I won’t divulge the identity of the person of this picture, but ain’t it fun.