She's just being Miley...

I just bought a Miley Cirus song on iTunes. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. I st-st-stutted when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.

What a day. Did you ever just have the day from absolute hell? That was today. My father used to say he wanted to be a bus driver so at the end of the day he could park his bus in the bus barn and go home and not think about anything until he had to go back to work. I firmly echo that belief. I'm at home, but I'm still stressed out about work and the issues I will face when I go back tomorrow morning. I want to do data entry. There's zero stress in data entry. I hate working. I hate that I have to work. I hate getting up early to go to work. I hate worrying about work at home. I hate it all. I hate having huge huge issues that have to be dealt with. We are going to Newport this weekend, and I can't wait. I can't wait to just get away from it all, even if we will only be gone for 24 hours! Weather permitting, we are going to try to do all of the Cliff Walk, so hopefully I will have some good pictures!

So what else is new... The Masters were this past weekend. Tiger managed to scrape by at second with a -5. He needs an attitude readjustment. No need to be a whiney bitch, Tiger. You can't win everything. Maybe if every single news outlet didn't hype the fact that Tiger might win all 4 Majors this year he would have been less stressed Why don't you let him win 1 Major first? Anyway, he didn't win the Masters, so he can't win all 4 Majors, and we'll commence the same discussion next year.

So who did win? Trevor Immelman with a -8. (My father was pissed about that - he wanted to Tiger to win. He kept telling Trevor to miss and sending jedi-like vibes... but to no avail. Funny because his father always called Tiger a flash in the pan). Mr. Immelman is from South Africa (and is quite handsome, by the way) and has beat cancer, married his childhood sweetheart, and withdrew from the South African Airways Open to be with his wife for the birth of his first child (hello, Tom? Yeah - you're a shmuck). He's pretty much a saint. At least for now - I wonder how often we will hear his name from now on.