| VACATION |
[Jul. 17th, 2009|10:28 am] |
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My work email is turned off from my cell phone. I am in detroit waiting for my flight back home and then I refuse to do anything related to my job until the 27th. Woe to whoever from work calls me at home this week!! |
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| Writer's Block: 5//7//5 |
[Jul. 15th, 2009|05:37 pm] |
North Carolina
Supposed to make system fast
Just here for the food |
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| "Cake, Eh?" |
[Jul. 1st, 2009|09:39 am] |
That was the title of an e-mail Craig sent his coworkers. Here was the rest. See if you can play along!
"I put some cake on the shred bin to celebrate a very special birthday.
I wanted to put in on the credenza next to the chesterfield, but we don't have those.
"Do me a favour and try and guess the occasion. You can tell by some of the colours. Also, someone put a lot of labour into the cake. I also brought some ketchup flavoured potato chips in. They should be next to the cake, (unless I am hourding them.)" |
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| The (cow)Birds |
[Jun. 29th, 2009|07:54 pm] |
Hitchcock must have been inspired by the huge flocks of dozens of cowbirds that fly over our property.
Fun note from my local bird guide: cowbirds don't raise their young! They lay their eggs in another bird's nest and make that bird raise them. |
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| Craig the Protector |
[Jun. 27th, 2009|06:04 pm] |
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We bought some bird seed (and by "some", I mean "$80 worth", because it turns out when you put up feeders birds come by the flocks and eat you out of house and home) and Craig went outside to dutifully refill our feeders. Suddenly he's screaming at the top of his lungs -- a yellow jacket (wasp) stung him! I kind of suck at first aid so ran to the Internet to see what to do (unless you're allergic: ice, Advil, and calamine lotion). Meanwhile, the SAME WASP CAME INTO MY HOUSE! Craig sprang into action, screaming, "DIE, F----, DIE!" and smashing it with what sounds like half the glasses in the kitchen. My hero! |
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| I clapped out loud... |
[Jun. 20th, 2009|09:01 pm] |
...at this line from Jon Stewart on The Daily Show:
"By the way, why are you [bleep]ing on the post office? For forty-four cents, someone comes to your house, picks up some piece of crap you wrote, and takes it to Wyoming on a plane!"
I hate post office haters, and not just because my aunt worked for them for many years. Dealing with Canada Post for my in-laws has reinforced my belief that our post office is a fantastic institution that deserves far more respect than we give it. |
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| blah |
[Jun. 18th, 2009|10:03 am] |
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"Can you wave your magic wand and analyze our entire system setup for us because we're too busy talking about our dogs to do any work?" |
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| Looking at dresses for my brother's wedding |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|09:37 pm] |
Yes, it's in January, but I'm not going to play the "I'll lose weight before the wedding" card when I know it won't happen, so I'm finding cheap dresses now.
This one is a definite, even though I have to go a size larger than I usually wear (ha ha) to get it:
This one ... I think it's ugly, but I can't decide if it would be ugly on me or not.
What about something a little more casual?
How about this with green instead of red?
Wish I could see what this looked like if the model were standing up...
Gimme some opinions, people! |
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| Reading, writing, no arithmetic |
[Jun. 12th, 2009|08:44 pm] |
Someone from high school I've reconnected with on Facebook wanted to ask me what new books I was reading that I would recommend. I had to answer that I don't read anything beyond the local paper these days. She was absolutely stunned. No science fiction? No fantasy? Not even a pulpy Star Trek novel? Nope, none of it. At this point the only books I read are ones I've already read a dozen times over, so that I can read/skim them quickly without worrying about missing anything and sometimes just read the best parts.
I'm actually dreaming entire storylines now. Like my dream will literally scream at me, "You need to write this." I haven't written a story since early high school, so I can't decide if this is my subconscious complaining that my creativity is draining away from me or what. I keep a list of all those storylines in my SmartPhone. But I know I'll never write them. I don't have the time or energy to cook or do dishes or put away the bill stubs. Who has time to write even a short story? Lots of people, I suppose, just not me.
I'm not even working that many hours anymore (45). But my vitality is gone. I miss having projects that benefitted the company. Now I just react to customer issues and that's it. I cringe every time my phone rings because I know it means something's wrong. It's not, "Hey Kim, I was wondering what your opinion is on this..." It's "This isn't working the way we want, fix it." |
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| A dog's life |
[Jun. 9th, 2009|06:37 pm] |
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The dachshund across the street has decided I'm her new BFF. One problem: she's not allowed to cross the street, but she ignores that every time she sees me. Solution? The woman across the street (whose name I forget) picks up the dog and carries her over to me if I'm outside, then picks her up and carries her back to the house when she loses interest in me. |
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| Inappropriate Google advertising |
[Jun. 4th, 2009|08:50 am] |
The brother of someone on one of my mailing lists died at the age of 50. On several of the condolence e-mails that followed wishing well to the family, the Google advertising at the top of my Gmail window was "Lonely Single Parent? [web site] Meet Available Single Parents Here!"
HE JUST DIED, GIVE HIS WIDOW SOME TIME!
(is it wrong that this made me giggle, just a bit?) |
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| Stop! Thief! |
[May. 22nd, 2009|06:50 pm] |
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Craig bought some special (cheap) corn cobs designed for squirrels (so in theory they leave bird feeders alone) . I just watched a mutt (mostly golden retriever but too shabby looking to be purebred) walk onto our deck, take the corn cob in his mouth, watch me laugh at him, and walk back off our deck. |
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| English difficulties and haircuts |
[May. 16th, 2009|07:31 pm] |
I hate when people complain about not being able to understand people with slight accents.
That being said...
Today I went to get my hair cut. I said I wanted "four to six inches". The way I say it, it probably sounded like "four ta six".
The hair stylist, for whom English was not her native language, thought I said "forty-six". And my hair is almost long enough for that to be possible.
Fortunately another stylist figured it out before the scissors came out and explained what I had really meant. |
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