And I am awake. And grouchy.
And I have a headache, no one else is awake and I’ve read everyone’s recent blog postings—and that’s quite a lot, to be honest. My RSS reader has about 200 blogs on it.
And she hasn’t posted or commented in ages, and I can’t tag-team on other blogs without her (because she’s a lot funnier than I am) and so I am bored, too. 🙁
Stupid ass rain.
I think I’m going to buy earplugs.
Grandmother of child groom disgusted… yeah, me too. Ick.
Seriously, when it all comes down to it, I have no problem with a large age gap… but 15 and 37 would be so much better if it was 20 and 42. Five years makes a huge difference.
I’m disturbed.
And I burned my hand this morning. Be wary of leaving a ceramic mug on a gas stove with three burners lit—do not, I repeat, do not grab the handle expecting it to be fine. It will not be fine. You will earn yourself a sticky burn. Sticky? Yes, because ceramic glaze gets tacky at a certain heat.
Just so you know.
Quark is an evil son of Satan. I’m working on quite a massive project—the first of five mammoth tomes. This first one appears to be the smallest (I think), and I’m almost done with Part 2 (of 4) and I crested 500 pages awhile ago. Quark has decided that it’s just too big of a file, and consequently, crashes every 100 or so pages. I’m going batshit over here people.
On the positive side, I’m working from home. 🙂 🙂
I adore working from home. I can sleep in a bit, work from bed for an hour or so, and just generally have a leisurely day. I don’t have to worry about traffic or customer care phone calls (yes, I’m checking the voicemail coworker :P) or any of that nonsense.
I do, however, have to deal with two cats. Cats who believe that when I am home, I am their personal pet. Right now, after many hours spent attempting to sit on my lap (I pushed her off) and crawl up my back, while meowing loudly in my ear, Izzie has made herself comfortable between my feet, wrapped in a blanket. (Blanket is on my lap, and falls so that it surrounds her without binding—she is quite happy with this arrangment.) On the other hand, Ellie won’t stop rubbing her head against my computer screen. It’s like having kids, except I can ignore them—more or less.
Anyway, in addition to this evil book, I still have to do my regular job… so yeah, I’m busy.
I must not be the only one, ’cause some people haven’t posted in AGES.
Just sayin’.
Update: He blogged! He must’ve heard me whining. (Actually, no, but anyway…)
So it looks like Target might be out when I do my shopping. Sheesh.
Come on people. You have to be kidding.
It’s not that I plan to ever use emergency contraceptives—I just want the option. But that’s the point isn’t it? That it’s an emergency. And in all honesty, I wouldn’t want someone refusing to fill my prescription ever.
What would happen if Tom Cruise was the pharmacist at Target? “I’m sorry, you don’t actually have post partum depression, so I’m refusing to fill this prescription. You can come back tomorrow when pharmacist Matt Lauer is here.”
In other words, this opens up a giant can of worms
Tea, peanut butter and Pennsylvania Dutch noodles for mom (because she can’t find it in her stores): $20
Shipping the above, plus the final chair from my grandmother’s house (that has been in mine for two years): $92
Having the UPS clerk remember me from last year and ask me out: Priceless
He was really quite sweet—and he remembers me because he spent some time on that side of the country while in the military and we chatted about that the last time I was in there… a year ago. lol
My mom loves eBay.
A lot.
She keeps calling, just to check and see if we’ve “won” yet—I tried explaining that technically it’s not really about winning, per se, seeing as how we have to pay and all that. She doesn’t care—she just wants us to win.
It’s hysterical, lol.
I am right now teaching my mom how to use eBay—via cellphone.
We are separated by 3000 miles, she has limited Internet knowledge anyway and she’s never even seen eBay before.
Oh. dear. god.
I’ve already started with the vodka.
I’ve been wanting to see this movie for a long time. It’s brilliant. Winkler is an incredible director, and the music is phenomenal. I bought the soundtrack—I love iTunes. 🙂
Be prepared to cry. Life As A House
“Never in the field of human conflict, has so much, been owed by so many, to so few.”—Winston Churchill
I come from a military family. I’ve traced us back to the Civil War on both sides, and to the French Revolution on my Dad’s side.
My mom’s dad was in the Army and my grandmother worked for the Army during WWII. My dad’s dad was in the Air Force. (They were both studs—I’ll post pics later.)
My dad was in the Army—Green Beret, Ranger, Special Forces, yada, yada. My uncle was in the Navy.
I myself won’t join, but I have great respect and admiration for those who do.
My friend Chris was killed in Iraq on October 4, 2004. He was posthumously awarded the Bronze Star and a Purple Heart. This picture, two others and a note from him, arrived four days after he was killed. He was a fantastic guy.
“Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.”—Winston Churchill