It's freaking SNOWING!!! Yet another reminder from Mother Nature that it ain't over til she says it's over ... Leaving me alone to be green with envy for people lucky enough to live in more Southernly directions than myself. I can't even begin to tell you how depressing I am finding this today. There I was preparing to look out my window and see the buds beginning to open on the trees and red breasted robins hopping about the yard. Instead white fluffy material the size of incredibly large dandruff were free falling from the sky, blanketing the little bit of green we were finally beginning to see, dashing all my hopes that we had finally seen the last of it. Evidently not ...
KC and I are going to the movies today, dressing much warmer than we had planned of course, and seeing Agent Cody Banks. It's nice now that she has finally graduated from watching only animated movies, although it reminds me that there is only a matter of time before she will be too "cool" to go to the movies with her Mom ... Oh well, guess I'll just have to sit a few rows back ... Mua ha ha ha.
It's Sunday morning and KC's patience has now officially worn out. The little heathen is demanding French Toast now rather than later ... Normally I wouldn't give in to such tyranny but this morning, she has an incredibly high pitched whine which is grating to the ears. On the bright side, at least she did let me sleep in until about 8:30 rather than waking me up at the crack of dawn just to tell me she was awake as she normally likes to do.
I'm tired, cranky and ill ... Which is reason enough to explain why tonight's entry is going to be ever so short and sweet. But I thought I would let everyone know that concluding the George stalking me in the privacy of my own dream, I have finally and formally announced my decision. Because as we all know ... nothing and I mean absolutely nothing is going to come between me and a night of blissful sleep. Drum roll please ...
And the answer is, NO! I opted to not take the job even though it was a great opportunity and it said a lot that they thought enough of me to want me to fill the position. But like most things in life, it's just coming at the wrong time. So with as much tact as I could muster, I detailed my reasons in a way that conveyed both my regret but my confidence that this decision was the only one I could make. So hopefully, I didn't burn any bridges behind me.
But like I said earlier, I am ill. I had absolutely no sleep last night, as my mind riddled with crazy, symbolic dreams and as a consequence, I have been sporting the world's largest headache that serious amounts of advil have yet to touch.
So de me a favor and turn the lights off when you leave. Toodles.
And the answer is, NO! I opted to not take the job even though it was a great opportunity and it said a lot that they thought enough of me to want me to fill the position. But like most things in life, it's just coming at the wrong time. So with as much tact as I could muster, I detailed my reasons in a way that conveyed both my regret but my confidence that this decision was the only one I could make. So hopefully, I didn't burn any bridges behind me.
But like I said earlier, I am ill. I had absolutely no sleep last night, as my mind riddled with crazy, symbolic dreams and as a consequence, I have been sporting the world's largest headache that serious amounts of advil have yet to touch.
So de me a favor and turn the lights off when you leave. Toodles.
Top 5 Things That Drive Me Completely Insane
5. People who don't not use their directionals when driving.
4. People who listen to your entire answering machine message but hang up before leaving a message of their own.
3. Anyone who calls me "Stace" more than 4 times in a row. (It's just grating!)
2. People who spend their entire life having a "bad day".
1. Helping KC learn to spell words correctly since her grade school is stuck on the phonics worked for me program. ARGH!
What moron came up with the idea to let children spell a word by sound alone rather than teaching them the correct way right from the get go? For example ...
"Good job Johnny ... You spelled that word just like it sounds!", said the teacher. Skip down the road one month later. "Geez Johnny, I know it sounds like it should be spelled like that, but in reality, it's really spelled like this ..."
Makes sense to me. Heck yeah ... Let's make them learn it the wrong way first and then when it becomes ingrained into their young impressionable minds, let's finally teach them the right way ... (Insert evil laugh here.)
Top 5 Things That Make Me Smile
5. Balloons
4. Ducks and/or geese. (Long complicated story here.)
3. Catching people singing in their car.
2. KC's Sarah Bernhardt impressions.
1. Going to bed.
5. People who don't not use their directionals when driving.
4. People who listen to your entire answering machine message but hang up before leaving a message of their own.
3. Anyone who calls me "Stace" more than 4 times in a row. (It's just grating!)
2. People who spend their entire life having a "bad day".
1. Helping KC learn to spell words correctly since her grade school is stuck on the phonics worked for me program. ARGH!
What moron came up with the idea to let children spell a word by sound alone rather than teaching them the correct way right from the get go? For example ...
"Good job Johnny ... You spelled that word just like it sounds!", said the teacher. Skip down the road one month later. "Geez Johnny, I know it sounds like it should be spelled like that, but in reality, it's really spelled like this ..."
Makes sense to me. Heck yeah ... Let's make them learn it the wrong way first and then when it becomes ingrained into their young impressionable minds, let's finally teach them the right way ... (Insert evil laugh here.)
Top 5 Things That Make Me Smile
5. Balloons
4. Ducks and/or geese. (Long complicated story here.)
3. Catching people singing in their car.
2. KC's Sarah Bernhardt impressions.
1. Going to bed.
She shoots, she SCORES! And a major hoo rah for a fabulous super market find tonight. Yeah baby. Who knew the bargain bin at WalMart, (store voted most likely to drive me completely insane) would finally come through with a much wanted movie that has been nearly impossible to find for over a year. Now if only I could get the premis of the movie started as a popular trend over here, life would be beautiful. So for a mere but very well spent $5.88, I can enjoy watching "The Matchmaker" any day of the week. Yay for me ...
George is driving me absolutely insane at work ... Everywhere I go, there he is. I'm surprised he hasn't followed me into the little girl's room yet. George, you see, is on the side of the hall that is trying to recruit me into a new position. A new position which truth be known I am most likely not going to take. Though it may offer a few dollars more a week, it just isn't worth me throwing away everything I have achieved thus far where I am. I like my sales team, I like my customer's and I like knowing what the hell I'm doing ... Well, for the most part anyway. Besides the thought of moving Sherwood Forest, not to mention the rest of the junk in my office if highly intimidating.
At least I know a couple of people who will be happy with my decision, mainly my boss Kyle. Of course, I am going to miss the little bribe gifts he's been bringing me to quietly influence my decision. It's a damn shame knowing I can be bought. Heh heh heh ...
George is driving me absolutely insane at work ... Everywhere I go, there he is. I'm surprised he hasn't followed me into the little girl's room yet. George, you see, is on the side of the hall that is trying to recruit me into a new position. A new position which truth be known I am most likely not going to take. Though it may offer a few dollars more a week, it just isn't worth me throwing away everything I have achieved thus far where I am. I like my sales team, I like my customer's and I like knowing what the hell I'm doing ... Well, for the most part anyway. Besides the thought of moving Sherwood Forest, not to mention the rest of the junk in my office if highly intimidating.
At least I know a couple of people who will be happy with my decision, mainly my boss Kyle. Of course, I am going to miss the little bribe gifts he's been bringing me to quietly influence my decision. It's a damn shame knowing I can be bought. Heh heh heh ...
Oh my Oscar!
Other than a few key moments last night, the Oscar's once again proved themselves to be a complete yawn. Even Steve Martin, my comedy icon, crossed the line of good humor, by attempting to crack jokes about the war. Very badly done, in my opinion. Shame on you Steve!
Michael Moore, who won best documentary for "Bowling for Columbine" chose to use his time at the podium to express his outrage against the war. Stating: "To receive an honor for a non-fiction film when we live in such fictitious times is pretty amazing. We have a fictitious president who won a fictitious election conducting a war for fictitious reasons." The response from the audience was mixed. Amid the boos and jeers could be heard a small amount of agreement among the crowd while many others sat numb in their chairs, their faces a frozen mask of "shock and awe"
Moore was reported to justify his statements backstage saying the war "teaches an immoral lesson to the children of Columbine, it says that violence is acceptable." Ending his soliloquy, Moore eased the tension just a bit claiming that "Any time you got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, you aren't long for the White House."
I for one, respect the man for voicing his opinions despite the fact that the anti war sentiment seems to be in the minority. At least he stood up for his convictions, which is a lot more than most of us do in our own lives. Especially now, with the war in Iraq not being the quick and easy victory it was purported to be, division lines have been drawn. At work, we kindly sidestep the issue, talking about it in hushed clusters with those we know agree with our own position and steering clear of any verbal confrontations with those who don't. It is a hard thing to do, because in a way we are all right in what we believe.
Without jumping on my own soap box, I will say this ... Whether you believe or don't believe in the reasons why we are fighting this war, support our troops regardless. Don't ever forget that even one human life lost is one too many ... no matter which side of the war you're on. Pray for peace.
Other than a few key moments last night, the Oscar's once again proved themselves to be a complete yawn. Even Steve Martin, my comedy icon, crossed the line of good humor, by attempting to crack jokes about the war. Very badly done, in my opinion. Shame on you Steve!
Michael Moore, who won best documentary for "Bowling for Columbine" chose to use his time at the podium to express his outrage against the war. Stating: "To receive an honor for a non-fiction film when we live in such fictitious times is pretty amazing. We have a fictitious president who won a fictitious election conducting a war for fictitious reasons." The response from the audience was mixed. Amid the boos and jeers could be heard a small amount of agreement among the crowd while many others sat numb in their chairs, their faces a frozen mask of "shock and awe"
Moore was reported to justify his statements backstage saying the war "teaches an immoral lesson to the children of Columbine, it says that violence is acceptable." Ending his soliloquy, Moore eased the tension just a bit claiming that "Any time you got the Pope and the Dixie Chicks against you, you aren't long for the White House."
I for one, respect the man for voicing his opinions despite the fact that the anti war sentiment seems to be in the minority. At least he stood up for his convictions, which is a lot more than most of us do in our own lives. Especially now, with the war in Iraq not being the quick and easy victory it was purported to be, division lines have been drawn. At work, we kindly sidestep the issue, talking about it in hushed clusters with those we know agree with our own position and steering clear of any verbal confrontations with those who don't. It is a hard thing to do, because in a way we are all right in what we believe.
Without jumping on my own soap box, I will say this ... Whether you believe or don't believe in the reasons why we are fighting this war, support our troops regardless. Don't ever forget that even one human life lost is one too many ... no matter which side of the war you're on. Pray for peace.
It may be me, but I think Steve Martin is pretty hot for an older guy. (Stop cringing already!) There's just something about a man who can make me laugh which makes him incredibly attractive to me. Which is probably why I have a secret crush on Jack Black ... Well, maybe not so secret anymore.
For the past couple of days, I have been on hiatus. Call it exhaustion if you will. I've barely had the strength to leave my bed let alone crawl to my computer to write an entry for the blog. I could have said that the dog ate my homework and maybe that would have been a better excuse ... But for my loyal readers (still all 2 of them) they would know that I don't own a dog. And cats, if we are to be frank could give a shit less to concern themselves beyond scheduling their own naps and licking water out of the toilet bowl.
For the past couple of days, I have been on hiatus. Call it exhaustion if you will. I've barely had the strength to leave my bed let alone crawl to my computer to write an entry for the blog. I could have said that the dog ate my homework and maybe that would have been a better excuse ... But for my loyal readers (still all 2 of them) they would know that I don't own a dog. And cats, if we are to be frank could give a shit less to concern themselves beyond scheduling their own naps and licking water out of the toilet bowl.
The adventures of "Flat Stanley" are about to commence. Courtesy of the Unites States Postal Service and Mr. Sean M., I will soon be in possession of the much talked about photos from the infamous trip to Spain. Full details to follow upon arrival.
Congratulations go out to my friend Candy and her husband Fred, who last night became the proud parents of Nyla Grace, weighing in at a healthy 8 pounds 1 ounce. A whole new way of celebrating St. Patty's Day ...
In other news, there was a strange, but recognizable male voice on my answering machine last night saying hello ... Only problem is, while I know I know the voice that is talking, I can't figure out who the hell it is. Please, oh, please call back soon!
Congratulations go out to my friend Candy and her husband Fred, who last night became the proud parents of Nyla Grace, weighing in at a healthy 8 pounds 1 ounce. A whole new way of celebrating St. Patty's Day ...
In other news, there was a strange, but recognizable male voice on my answering machine last night saying hello ... Only problem is, while I know I know the voice that is talking, I can't figure out who the hell it is. Please, oh, please call back soon!
Everybody wants answers I am not prepared to give.
"So are you going to take the job?" ... "When are you going to let us know what you're doing?" ... "So when can you come down and cross train?" ... "Well, if you're cross training it must mean you are considering taking the job." ... "So do you think you'll like working better on the other side of the hall?"
STOP! Enough is enough already! I don't know what I'm doing, I haven't even begun to weigh the pros and cons of deciding on this new position. Let me alone and give me some breathing room for goodness sake. I promise, that the moment I have a clue as to what I am doing, I will be sure to share it with you!
End rant.
On another note, which is actually another note ... home from KC's teacher that is, KC has yet to get with the listening program. Once again groundation is upon her. I just can't figure out what is so hard about having to listen and follow directions while using our manners ... It seems like an open and shut case to me. Easy. But not for KC, of the can't admit she may be wrong club, President of the "I Did It My Way" association for minor children, union organizer of the kids voted least likely to have recess ... You get the picture here. Welcome to the end of my rope. ARGH!
If anyone has any useful suggestions on behavior modification within the bounds of polite society, please email me! Otherwise I'll be spending the last couple bucks of my Barnes and Noble gift certificate on self-help manuals. Now that is a depressing thought.
"So are you going to take the job?" ... "When are you going to let us know what you're doing?" ... "So when can you come down and cross train?" ... "Well, if you're cross training it must mean you are considering taking the job." ... "So do you think you'll like working better on the other side of the hall?"
STOP! Enough is enough already! I don't know what I'm doing, I haven't even begun to weigh the pros and cons of deciding on this new position. Let me alone and give me some breathing room for goodness sake. I promise, that the moment I have a clue as to what I am doing, I will be sure to share it with you!
End rant.
On another note, which is actually another note ... home from KC's teacher that is, KC has yet to get with the listening program. Once again groundation is upon her. I just can't figure out what is so hard about having to listen and follow directions while using our manners ... It seems like an open and shut case to me. Easy. But not for KC, of the can't admit she may be wrong club, President of the "I Did It My Way" association for minor children, union organizer of the kids voted least likely to have recess ... You get the picture here. Welcome to the end of my rope. ARGH!
If anyone has any useful suggestions on behavior modification within the bounds of polite society, please email me! Otherwise I'll be spending the last couple bucks of my Barnes and Noble gift certificate on self-help manuals. Now that is a depressing thought.
Good morning glorious Sunday morning. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I'm thinking about making breakfast in just two shakes of a cat's tail. And as we all know or should know by now, the Sunday morning breakfast rule, instituted by KC many moons ago, means FRENCH TOAST. But not just any french toast but french toast smothered in sweet maple syrup, with a hint of vanilla and brown sugar beneath its buttered surface. Is there anyone in this world who can resist the lure of luscious french toast in all its wonderful goodness? Could french toast indeed be the secret to world peace as well as an aphrodisiac for love and human kindness ... Or did I just really wake up on the right side of the bed this morning?
After post note: Many thanks to the gentleman who sent both kind and wise advice on the advertising "burps" along the header of my page ... Should I ever decide to take out vengeance on my previous rants such knowledge will prove beneficial ... I guess until then it all, Depends ... (Oh horrid pun, spare me thy horribly bad sense of humor.)
After post note: Many thanks to the gentleman who sent both kind and wise advice on the advertising "burps" along the header of my page ... Should I ever decide to take out vengeance on my previous rants such knowledge will prove beneficial ... I guess until then it all, Depends ... (Oh horrid pun, spare me thy horribly bad sense of humor.)
Alright I have had more than enough of this whole advertising technology thing! I mean you absolutely have to draw the line somewhere ... And my line was crossed today, when I realized they were advertising protective undergarments right above my header! A real turn on to all 2 of my readers ... Maybe when I am 90 this approach will work, "Hey big boy, how about you come home with me and I show you what's really underneath these clothes.", however I doubt that would get me much play now. Lose the depends people, the spinster comment yesterday was just a joke!
Today's ad promotes psychic love readings, woo hoo, I always wanted to be omnipotent. Let me give this a try here.
In love? Expect major disappointment in the near future.
Single? Get used to it, there are no single men in your future.
Approaching 30 and still unmarried? Look forward to getting another cat soon.
KC and I spent most of the night finishing up her "lost in Space" project. We made a really neat astronaut helmut from a deflated kick ball, neon paints and some bedazzler buttons. For extra credit, Mom came to the rescue and stitched together a really cool back pack from a promotional gift I got from work. A foam foil building insulation that already looked pretty techi to start with and worked in perfectly for the project.
Yet another interesting dream last night ... It started off real enough at first, I was at my mother's house sitting down by the edge of the lake with KC, just playing in the shallows. Suddenly the sky overhead begins to darken and the lake has turned into this horrible churning mess of ocean waves, crashing like thunder against the rocks. The tide pools begin to swell and the water is cresting higher and higher. I pull KC close to me and begin swimming towards the shore but it is slow going. Like giant hands, the waves begin pulling KC from my grasp. Momentarily I turn towards shore, knowing without a doubt that alone I can make it to safety. But I cannot leave KC, knowing that if I do, she has no chance at all on her own. Struggling against the waves, I swim towards KC reaching her just before she is pulled out into the darkness of the sea.
Linda at work, says the dream represents the constant demand of parenthood battling the need to maintain my own identity. A neat theory and a pretty damn good synopsis when you consider it. If I had more time tonight, I am sure I could really get on a whole theoretical tangent ... However, it's past my bedtime. Nighty nights.
In love? Expect major disappointment in the near future.
Single? Get used to it, there are no single men in your future.
Approaching 30 and still unmarried? Look forward to getting another cat soon.
KC and I spent most of the night finishing up her "lost in Space" project. We made a really neat astronaut helmut from a deflated kick ball, neon paints and some bedazzler buttons. For extra credit, Mom came to the rescue and stitched together a really cool back pack from a promotional gift I got from work. A foam foil building insulation that already looked pretty techi to start with and worked in perfectly for the project.
Yet another interesting dream last night ... It started off real enough at first, I was at my mother's house sitting down by the edge of the lake with KC, just playing in the shallows. Suddenly the sky overhead begins to darken and the lake has turned into this horrible churning mess of ocean waves, crashing like thunder against the rocks. The tide pools begin to swell and the water is cresting higher and higher. I pull KC close to me and begin swimming towards the shore but it is slow going. Like giant hands, the waves begin pulling KC from my grasp. Momentarily I turn towards shore, knowing without a doubt that alone I can make it to safety. But I cannot leave KC, knowing that if I do, she has no chance at all on her own. Struggling against the waves, I swim towards KC reaching her just before she is pulled out into the darkness of the sea.
Linda at work, says the dream represents the constant demand of parenthood battling the need to maintain my own identity. A neat theory and a pretty damn good synopsis when you consider it. If I had more time tonight, I am sure I could really get on a whole theoretical tangent ... However, it's past my bedtime. Nighty nights.
I am so getting a kick out of tracking the different ads that run on the top of my page. Yesterday I was the queen of fertility and today I'm the head Mom of the PTA ... Talk about a quick gestation time! Actually I read somewhere, I think it was actually on someone else's blog, that the ads are being run in correlation to the topic of the page. If I had to hazard a guess, I would take that rumor out of the category of urban legend and mark it true.
Anyhow, the parent/teacher show down went off without even the slightest hitch today. It turns out that last night's rant actually put me in a better frame of mind for the meeting. Either way, the teacher and I are now sharing the same wave length, which will hopefully motivate KC to improve her at school disposition. On the Proud Mommy front, the teacher DID say that KC's academic achievements far surpass that of her fellow classmates. She is also interested in getting KC into a curio program to help channel her energy into a more progressive atmosphere for learning ... However, KC's behavior has to show a marked improvement before this option will be fully available to her. My child's gonna be a rocket scientist! Hoo Rah!
I actually had a great day at work today, though it could have possibly been a side effect of one too many Mountain Dews or yellow piss water as I sometimes like to call it. That or it could have been the weird conversation I had with my friend Sean and the somewhat strange topic of his underwear. I'm still not really sure how it is that we started talking about his underwear but then again it's very seldom any conversation we have is normal. Sean is an absolute chameleon. He comes across as Mr. Clean Cut All American Guy and only a few select people know what a sick bastard the man really is. (Pat yourself on the back there Sean me boy, that be a compliment and not a knock.) Anyway, I just want the entire world or the 2 other people other than myself who read this blog to know that Sean actually has and wears a pair of underoos with a giant moose on the front that says. "Nice Rack". Shout out to the Wonderball!
Sean promises that just as soon as he is able, he will send a picture of himself modeling said moose wear so it can be posted on this site. We'll all have to live in suspense until then.
Anyhow, the parent/teacher show down went off without even the slightest hitch today. It turns out that last night's rant actually put me in a better frame of mind for the meeting. Either way, the teacher and I are now sharing the same wave length, which will hopefully motivate KC to improve her at school disposition. On the Proud Mommy front, the teacher DID say that KC's academic achievements far surpass that of her fellow classmates. She is also interested in getting KC into a curio program to help channel her energy into a more progressive atmosphere for learning ... However, KC's behavior has to show a marked improvement before this option will be fully available to her. My child's gonna be a rocket scientist! Hoo Rah!
I actually had a great day at work today, though it could have possibly been a side effect of one too many Mountain Dews or yellow piss water as I sometimes like to call it. That or it could have been the weird conversation I had with my friend Sean and the somewhat strange topic of his underwear. I'm still not really sure how it is that we started talking about his underwear but then again it's very seldom any conversation we have is normal. Sean is an absolute chameleon. He comes across as Mr. Clean Cut All American Guy and only a few select people know what a sick bastard the man really is. (Pat yourself on the back there Sean me boy, that be a compliment and not a knock.) Anyway, I just want the entire world or the 2 other people other than myself who read this blog to know that Sean actually has and wears a pair of underoos with a giant moose on the front that says. "Nice Rack". Shout out to the Wonderball!
Sean promises that just as soon as he is able, he will send a picture of himself modeling said moose wear so it can be posted on this site. We'll all have to live in suspense until then.
The minor child is in some seriously HOT water. Today marked the second time this school year that KC brought the dreaded letter home from the teacher. I am beginning to fear anything in a white envelope addressed to Ms. LikeI'mGoingTo AdvertiseMyLastNameOnHere, because quite frankly, there's not even the smallest hint of, "Hey, we just wanted to let you know what a wonderful job you are doing raising such a well mannered, intelligent and well adjusted child. Thanks for choosing our school ..."
Instead in a very terse script, this is what I get ...
KC is often disruptive in class, often forgetting to use her inside voice or wait to to be called on to speak. Please have a talk with her about her behavior, as I cannot be bothered to do my job and show a little patience, even though I am a first grade teacher dealing with 7 year olds and one should expect a little understanding. Sorry I didn't retire years ago after having taught you in first grade, I just never expected you would procreate or stay long enough in the area where it would come back to haunt me. Please turn on your psychic vibes so I won't have to bother waiting a couple of months more before making you aware of the situation.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Child's First Grade Teacher
Yeah, I can already tell the Parent/Teacher conference is going to go real well tomorrow. Actually, now that I have vented a little it may go better. My major gripe with the situation is, that the teacher instead of contacting me in a REASONABLE amount of time after the frowned upon behavior began, chose to WAIT over 2 MONTHS!
Now I am well aware that KC's social graces are a little lax from time to time and sometimes she does need to be reminded of them but, and this is the "BIG BUT" ... If I don't know there is a problem, how can I even begin to fix it? Inquiring minds want to know!
Until that time however, KC is grounded until she's 30.
Instead in a very terse script, this is what I get ...
KC is often disruptive in class, often forgetting to use her inside voice or wait to to be called on to speak. Please have a talk with her about her behavior, as I cannot be bothered to do my job and show a little patience, even though I am a first grade teacher dealing with 7 year olds and one should expect a little understanding. Sorry I didn't retire years ago after having taught you in first grade, I just never expected you would procreate or stay long enough in the area where it would come back to haunt me. Please turn on your psychic vibes so I won't have to bother waiting a couple of months more before making you aware of the situation.
Hugs and Kisses,
Your Child's First Grade Teacher
Yeah, I can already tell the Parent/Teacher conference is going to go real well tomorrow. Actually, now that I have vented a little it may go better. My major gripe with the situation is, that the teacher instead of contacting me in a REASONABLE amount of time after the frowned upon behavior began, chose to WAIT over 2 MONTHS!
Now I am well aware that KC's social graces are a little lax from time to time and sometimes she does need to be reminded of them but, and this is the "BIG BUT" ... If I don't know there is a problem, how can I even begin to fix it? Inquiring minds want to know!
Until that time however, KC is grounded until she's 30.
Squiggy has struck once again! That nippy little bastard has taken a bite out of one of the smallest fish in the tank, leaving just a wisp of back fin to speak of. Meanwhile, the poor little amputee has regulated herself to a back corner where she can hide behind the air bubbler for protection. Squiggy in my opinion, is just an overgrown bully in his little water world, in serious need of a time out. However, I think the only solution for now will be to quarantine the little fish until she either grows bigger or expires from her injuries. Either way, it will be better than leaving her in there for bait.
Work was rather bland today. Nothing newsworthy to report. I did manage to spend a few hours attempting to train today but between Linda not feeling good and call after call coming in, there wasn't a lot she could show me in detail. Maybe tomorrow will have better results.
I spent the last half hour or so trying to locate topic specific books on Barnes and Nobles website and have come away irritated beyond all reason! First off, the annoying little popups really started to aggravate me, followed by the error message that no titles were found matching my selection, and then finally when I do find something that may actually be what I am looking for ... There are absolutely no helpful tools to ascertain its credibility to my cause! Not one excerpt, synopsis or review to be found anywhere! I knew I should have just popped over to Amazon.com right from the get go. Argh!!
Amy is currently IM'ing me ... Oh what is this ... an official apology??
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amybea: Hi ... Just wanted to let you know that sometimes I may push my luck in insults, but it's all in fun, nothing personal, I apologize if I hurt your feelings the other day what can I say ... I'm just a jerk sometines.
Stay247: I'm sorry I missed that last IM ... Can you send it again??
amybea: huh?
Stay247: Your last IM didn't come through ... Can you send it again??
amybea: just a jerk
amybea: jerk
Stay247: One more time for the hard of hearing ...
(I can't in good faith post her last reply for the fear of damaging delicate sensibilities.)
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Damn ... I just love it when people don't recognize sarcasm ... But let this be a lesson people, SILENCE works best when you just walk away and let the guilt begin to fester. Mhua ha ha ha ...
Work was rather bland today. Nothing newsworthy to report. I did manage to spend a few hours attempting to train today but between Linda not feeling good and call after call coming in, there wasn't a lot she could show me in detail. Maybe tomorrow will have better results.
I spent the last half hour or so trying to locate topic specific books on Barnes and Nobles website and have come away irritated beyond all reason! First off, the annoying little popups really started to aggravate me, followed by the error message that no titles were found matching my selection, and then finally when I do find something that may actually be what I am looking for ... There are absolutely no helpful tools to ascertain its credibility to my cause! Not one excerpt, synopsis or review to be found anywhere! I knew I should have just popped over to Amazon.com right from the get go. Argh!!
Amy is currently IM'ing me ... Oh what is this ... an official apology??
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amybea: Hi ... Just wanted to let you know that sometimes I may push my luck in insults, but it's all in fun, nothing personal, I apologize if I hurt your feelings the other day what can I say ... I'm just a jerk sometines.
Stay247: I'm sorry I missed that last IM ... Can you send it again??
amybea: huh?
Stay247: Your last IM didn't come through ... Can you send it again??
amybea: just a jerk
amybea: jerk
Stay247: One more time for the hard of hearing ...
(I can't in good faith post her last reply for the fear of damaging delicate sensibilities.)
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Damn ... I just love it when people don't recognize sarcasm ... But let this be a lesson people, SILENCE works best when you just walk away and let the guilt begin to fester. Mhua ha ha ha ...
As you can see, I am up at this ungodly hour with 2 set purposes ... One of which is to transfer the laundry from the washer to the dryer and therefore have clean clothes to wear to work today ... (Fringe benefit, no ironing required.) And two, have a moment of quiet reverie before yet another evil work week begins. So much for being born into a wealthy family and/or have people willing to pay me a 6 figure salary just because of my last name ... which unfortunately for me is not Clinton.
KC is having a nerve attack this morning, claiming that Squiggy is indeed trying to eat one of her newly acquired fishies. I'm having a nerve attack because my quiet reverie was over before it barely even begun. Why the minor child has decided to awaken so early is beyond me. Given the choice, I'd stay in bed until someone forcefully dragged me from it. This by the way was not a choice on the college aptitude test when I had taken it. Evidently there are not a lot of jobs out there that require professional bed sleepers. Unless of course, you count the porn industry which technically does not require any sleeping. So in a round about way we've screwed over our potential to get paid for sleeping.
I'm listening to the weather report this morning, Dave Longley, is predicting some nasty weather for later this afternoon, a possible dusting of 2 to 4 inches. Please ... like we haven't seen worse this winter. As for me, I'm still wondering where the damn groundhog is hiding and whether or not he might be convinced of changing his prediction for the remainder of March.
KC is having a nerve attack this morning, claiming that Squiggy is indeed trying to eat one of her newly acquired fishies. I'm having a nerve attack because my quiet reverie was over before it barely even begun. Why the minor child has decided to awaken so early is beyond me. Given the choice, I'd stay in bed until someone forcefully dragged me from it. This by the way was not a choice on the college aptitude test when I had taken it. Evidently there are not a lot of jobs out there that require professional bed sleepers. Unless of course, you count the porn industry which technically does not require any sleeping. So in a round about way we've screwed over our potential to get paid for sleeping.
I'm listening to the weather report this morning, Dave Longley, is predicting some nasty weather for later this afternoon, a possible dusting of 2 to 4 inches. Please ... like we haven't seen worse this winter. As for me, I'm still wondering where the damn groundhog is hiding and whether or not he might be convinced of changing his prediction for the remainder of March.
Why is it that the people closest to you are most often the people who drive you absolutely completely insane! My oldest sister Amy seems to have a knack for it, proving once again that sometimes a little distance can be a good thing.
Amy recently got her tax refund back and opted to buy a second car for her live in girlfriend. (Yes, I said girlfriend.) A smart move as it killed more than a couple of birds with one stone. The biggest of which was knocking off a major monthly payment on Jen's car, which is on its way back to PA somewhere and reducing the amount of money they pay towards insurance every month. In some instances, I would go so far as to say that I was proud of my sister's economic thinking ... Except for one small minute detail ...
Just as I was about to compliment her on obtaining a "nice" second car, she starts talking all sorts of smack about my current set of wheels. Neither the white jelly bean or myself were in the mood to be ridiculed, especially by a person whose new car came with a viking set of oars to navigate with. My mistake was saying so out loud ...
It was like the 4th of July all over again. My father as usual, just shook his head and waited for the both of us to remember how old we were. Not bloody likely. Between the two of us, we are both so stubborn that a dispute once started is hard to end. So on and on and on it went, until finally we at least moved the arguement inside where it was a bit warmer. However, Amy wasn't satisfied to let the matter drop. Nope ... She had to continue talking her trash at the dinner table until finally I realized that the only one sure way of winning was to beat a hasty retreat. Living by my new motto, "You can't win a war against yourself.", my retreat was more like a victory ride home, without all the noise.
On a different note, KC and I added some new friends into Squiggy's tank yesterday. We got quite the bargain, 2 goldfish that look exactly like Squiggy before the Atlanta debacle, 2 fantail goldies and one black something that started with "M" but now I can't remember. Squigs seemed mighty pissed to have to share his space and spent half the night trying to nip the fins of the other fish. But I was smart this time ... I didn't get any fish smaller than his mouth. So much for his hope of live snacks.
I feel bad that I still haven't posted my review of the Tori concert but something in me is not allowing for it quite yet. I have yet to decide how exactly I feel about the concert which was excellent but seemed to be missing something. It's the something that remains ever elusive to explanation though. So until I can figure it out, mum is the word.
Early night for me tonight. Tomorrow is sure to be an interesting day and although I should be guilty for not studying my new tech manuals this weekend for the possible job switch, I don't feel a bit bad about it. C'est le vie, I suppose.
Amy recently got her tax refund back and opted to buy a second car for her live in girlfriend. (Yes, I said girlfriend.) A smart move as it killed more than a couple of birds with one stone. The biggest of which was knocking off a major monthly payment on Jen's car, which is on its way back to PA somewhere and reducing the amount of money they pay towards insurance every month. In some instances, I would go so far as to say that I was proud of my sister's economic thinking ... Except for one small minute detail ...
Just as I was about to compliment her on obtaining a "nice" second car, she starts talking all sorts of smack about my current set of wheels. Neither the white jelly bean or myself were in the mood to be ridiculed, especially by a person whose new car came with a viking set of oars to navigate with. My mistake was saying so out loud ...
It was like the 4th of July all over again. My father as usual, just shook his head and waited for the both of us to remember how old we were. Not bloody likely. Between the two of us, we are both so stubborn that a dispute once started is hard to end. So on and on and on it went, until finally we at least moved the arguement inside where it was a bit warmer. However, Amy wasn't satisfied to let the matter drop. Nope ... She had to continue talking her trash at the dinner table until finally I realized that the only one sure way of winning was to beat a hasty retreat. Living by my new motto, "You can't win a war against yourself.", my retreat was more like a victory ride home, without all the noise.
On a different note, KC and I added some new friends into Squiggy's tank yesterday. We got quite the bargain, 2 goldfish that look exactly like Squiggy before the Atlanta debacle, 2 fantail goldies and one black something that started with "M" but now I can't remember. Squigs seemed mighty pissed to have to share his space and spent half the night trying to nip the fins of the other fish. But I was smart this time ... I didn't get any fish smaller than his mouth. So much for his hope of live snacks.
I feel bad that I still haven't posted my review of the Tori concert but something in me is not allowing for it quite yet. I have yet to decide how exactly I feel about the concert which was excellent but seemed to be missing something. It's the something that remains ever elusive to explanation though. So until I can figure it out, mum is the word.
Early night for me tonight. Tomorrow is sure to be an interesting day and although I should be guilty for not studying my new tech manuals this weekend for the possible job switch, I don't feel a bit bad about it. C'est le vie, I suppose.
Things around here are getting stranger and more complicated. As I thought would happen, this morning ushered in a quick meeting of explanation on the unexpected layoff within the office yesterday. Note that I use the word layoff with a hint of skepticism, although that is indeed the reasoning we were told to believe. They were however, quick to reassure the rest of us that for the time being, no other layoffs have been planned. This of course was followed by many a sigh of self preservation and relief.
So all in all, things continued on today as they always do. Until the PHONE CALL. Around lunch time today, I received a special call from a far away power that be, one that immediately had me on guard wondering how it was my name was popping around in conversation. In a very straight forward way, I was asked if I had any interest whatsoever in the newly vacated spot.
"Holy Canoli!", I thought to myself. The switch to my current position just a couple of months ago had been hard enough, having to answer within a short amount of time this latest question was like being placed in the belly of the whale. Quickly my mind made mental tabs between the Yes's and No's ... Question after question sent my brain to spinning all the while "The Power" was waiting for my reply.
Finally I said "YES" ... I'd be willing to consider it, willing to cross train long enough to make an educated decision. And it was done. The phone call would be made to let the other powers know that I could be approached formally now. All the while, leaving me to wonder what it was that I had just put myself into contention for. That I guess, remains to be seen.
On the lighter side of this whole episode of intrique and excitement. My lovely co-workers feared the worst when realizing I had indeed crossed the threshold into the dreaded conference room and was behind "Closed Doors". I think they half expected me to come out crying, prepared with empty cardboard boxes waiting to be packed. Probably a good thing it didn't play out that way considering how many personal items I have crammed into my office. It would take me at least a day and a half to move everything out. But it was nice to know that they cared ...Although by now you'd think they'd know me better.
So all in all, things continued on today as they always do. Until the PHONE CALL. Around lunch time today, I received a special call from a far away power that be, one that immediately had me on guard wondering how it was my name was popping around in conversation. In a very straight forward way, I was asked if I had any interest whatsoever in the newly vacated spot.
"Holy Canoli!", I thought to myself. The switch to my current position just a couple of months ago had been hard enough, having to answer within a short amount of time this latest question was like being placed in the belly of the whale. Quickly my mind made mental tabs between the Yes's and No's ... Question after question sent my brain to spinning all the while "The Power" was waiting for my reply.
Finally I said "YES" ... I'd be willing to consider it, willing to cross train long enough to make an educated decision. And it was done. The phone call would be made to let the other powers know that I could be approached formally now. All the while, leaving me to wonder what it was that I had just put myself into contention for. That I guess, remains to be seen.
On the lighter side of this whole episode of intrique and excitement. My lovely co-workers feared the worst when realizing I had indeed crossed the threshold into the dreaded conference room and was behind "Closed Doors". I think they half expected me to come out crying, prepared with empty cardboard boxes waiting to be packed. Probably a good thing it didn't play out that way considering how many personal items I have crammed into my office. It would take me at least a day and a half to move everything out. But it was nice to know that they cared ...Although by now you'd think they'd know me better.
I am in complete shock. Major happenings at the workplace today, which led to the unexpected "outs-ing" of a fellow sales team member. Proving once again that when the "BIGS" come to town without advance notice, it's a sure thing that someone won't be going home happy.
Bad news travels fast and this one ran faster than a wild fire. Rumors, of course, are rampant ... But it's all speculation. Tomorrow I am sure someone in management will set the story straight ... Or at least explain it as they want us to believe it.
Now begins the tense time of waiting for the other shoe to drop. People will be milling around the halls quietly, as not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves, worried that one wrong move will result in the subsequent removal of more personal items and the escorted walk to the car. Like walking on eggshells, gone will be the coffee clutches in the hall, the boisterous laughter from the room next door and the devil may care smiles of the daily 9 to 5. Instead vitality will be replaced by a virtual ghost town, silenced by the winds of change.
Well, that will ceratainly put a damper on the festivities tomorrow.
As for me, I'm laying low and keeping my nose clean ... Sometimes it's what you don't know that keeps you out of hot water.
Bad news travels fast and this one ran faster than a wild fire. Rumors, of course, are rampant ... But it's all speculation. Tomorrow I am sure someone in management will set the story straight ... Or at least explain it as they want us to believe it.
Now begins the tense time of waiting for the other shoe to drop. People will be milling around the halls quietly, as not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves, worried that one wrong move will result in the subsequent removal of more personal items and the escorted walk to the car. Like walking on eggshells, gone will be the coffee clutches in the hall, the boisterous laughter from the room next door and the devil may care smiles of the daily 9 to 5. Instead vitality will be replaced by a virtual ghost town, silenced by the winds of change.
Well, that will ceratainly put a damper on the festivities tomorrow.
As for me, I'm laying low and keeping my nose clean ... Sometimes it's what you don't know that keeps you out of hot water.
Vanilla Ice in on Hollywood Squares, North Korea is about to start World War 3 for no apparent reason and I just found out that Tori had a meet and greet at the concert that no one clued me in on. What in blue blazes in this world coming to Batman?
The concert was absolutely wonderful. But evidently the details will have to wait for another night as KC has once again managed to make the simple act of brushing her teeth a chore in the extreme.
Stay tuned for the next episode ... Same bat channel, same bat time.
The concert was absolutely wonderful. But evidently the details will have to wait for another night as KC has once again managed to make the simple act of brushing her teeth a chore in the extreme.
Stay tuned for the next episode ... Same bat channel, same bat time.
