Monday, December 31, 2007
Last year, Mallie & Scarecrow gave me a joke Grow-Your-Own-Voodoo-Doll kit. I felt uncomfortable having it in the house and have nearly given it away several times. I don't think it's going to hurt anyone or anything, I just don't like the spirit of wishing harm to someone else that even an unreal and lighthearted voodoo doll seems to represent.
Tonight, however, I could cheerfully use it on whoever stole that box. I need to calm down so that all of this anger doesn't wind up in Rogue's replacement box (which I am sending signature required, even if that does mean locking the barn door, etc.).
Oh, and would the Canadians please check in and let me know if you all got your presents? I'm a bit worried now...
Friday, December 28, 2007
Having finished "The House that Jack Built" by Robert Asprin and , I'm currently re-reading Mercedes Lackey's novel "The Serpent's Shadow." Both Asprin's Time Scout series and Lackey's Elemental Masters series qualify as steampunk, so it was easy for me to recognize my affinity for the genre.
If there's a lifestyle as well, I'd be happy to sign up. I'm doing some serious drooling over Datamancer's keyboards and other goodies. In addition, I have a secret liking for Victorian-style corsets. Just because I can't afford any of this stuff doesn't mean I don't want all of it.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
I'm not usually a day after Christmas shopper, but Lush was having a buy one get one or two free promo today, so I met Maresche at the store at 8 a.m., and then got a tour of her house and a chance to meet one of her cats (the notshy tiger one) and watch mini-Maresche be adorable (she even sat on my lap for a bit, such a cutie).
Because I've been short on sleep, I came home, ate a quick lunch and crashed for two hours. When I woke up, I called Doc because we'd made tentative plans for her to stop by so we could exchange Christmas gifts. She said she and her mom were out shopping and could come by in about an hour.
I did a flying tidy-up, and at the very last minute, put away the Willie molds that were sitting in the dish drainer. I was laughing to myself at the fact that I'd almost forgotten they were there! Then when they got here, turns out that Doc's mom was hurting too badly from sciatica to do anything but sit in the car and wait patiently for us. So we didn't have a chance to talk, but we did open presents and say thanks, and Doc absolutely made my day.
Back in July, I'd loaned her my copy of Small Gods. She read it and liked it so much she bought her own copy and one as a gift for a colleague. That's another notch on my enabler belt, and one that I'm awfully damn proud of.
Just call me a disciple of the Small Gods.
Monday, December 24, 2007
In addition, Jay picked out a pair of Christmas socks that are too freaking cute to be believed. There will be pictures later on, but for now, I will just say that they have jingle bells on them, and even Her Majesty has nothing like them in her vast sock gallery. I rule the sock world!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I am also taking shrimp thingies, brownies, cheddar & port wine spread and lots of presents. Today I got my work for Mom and my shopping done, so tomorrow I can bake and cook and wrap presents and load the car. I feel very festive!
To all of my friends, whatever holidays you celebrate, may they be joyful.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Plus, it's the year Shrub becomes a lame duck, so what's not to like? Oh, and Erin has promised me a plethora of Toehawk Sock Zombies to choose from when a co-worker and I are ready to order. How cool is that?
And I'm not making a single damn resolution, either. Yup, I'm looking forward to 2008.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Perhaps not surprisingly, the romantic relationship for which she relocated didn't work out, and she's back in the area. Today, she left a message on my answering machine and her phone number, and I have to decide whether or not to call her.
Where exactly does loyalty to an old friend cross the line of self-preservation?
I wish I knew.
Monday, December 17, 2007
The contenders are:
IoE Frozen Lilac Posy (very soft lilac) 1 vote
Skindecent Treefrog Jammies (piney green notes with lavender) 2 votes
Julphia Snow Angel (white tea with a hint of mint) with BPAL Snow Storm 2 votes
Skindecent Pink Carnation with BPAL Pink Moon '07 3 votes
Julphia Sandalwood Vanilla 2 votes
Skindecent Sweet Seduction (white musk, white sugar) 0 votes
Your Score: The Otter
You scored 46% domestic, 57% gregarious, 64% trickster, and 23% intellect!
Wild, Gregarious, Emotional Trickster: you are the Otter! Playful, capricious, active. Otter people are often very lighthearted, playful people who are naturally joyful. During rough times, otter people are often optimistic and are masters in finding the humor in even the worst situations. Otter medicine teaches the value of laughter, play, and feminine wisdom.
This test categorized you based on four different axes of personality, which were then associated with a different animal. The four axes, as well as all possible results are explained below.
Wild/Domestic: This first axis categorizes you based on how much you are drawn to the outdoors, versus how much you are drawn to civilized situations. Domesticity has many shapes and forms, and varies from the joy of dolphins leaping next to a ship to the steadfast loyalty of a family dog.
Gregarious/Solitary: This axis measures how solitary you are. If you scored high, it means that you enjoy the company of other people, while a low score indicates that you prefer a more solitary lifestyle.
Trickster/Serious: This axis measures how well you line up with conventional trickster archetypes. People who fall into this archetype have a sense of humor and an excitable, highly chaotic streak. Scoring low doesn't mean that you don't have a sense of humor; it just means that you probably don't think dynamite is very funny.
Intellectual/Emotional: This last axis determines whether you are more emotional -- acting based on feelings and instinct, or rational and intelectual -- acting more on thought than on your gut feelings.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Maybe so, but I certainly said it today, and quite loudly. I went and put in my time for Bosstopus, then stopped at the warehouse store (BJ's) on my way home. It's too damn close to a mall for comfort, and all of the holiday shoppers were in a festive, obnoxious, selfish mood. My nerves were fairly frayed by the time I got there, but I calmed down with the acquisition of three tins of Harmony Bay Autumn Spice coffee and all the other goodies I'd gone to get.
As I was in the checkout line unloading stuff onto the conveyor, the cashier started it up after it had been still for a minute or two. Unfortunately, it startled me when that happened. Disastrously, I had a 22 oz. jar candle in each hand, and both of them went flying. Glass shattered everywhere, I yelled "SHIT!" and everyone looked at me. Sadly, a hole in the floor failed to open, and I was forced to load the rest of my items on the once-more-paused conveyor, pay for my stuff, and do the Modified Walk of Shame to the car.
I hope Goldilocks likes her damn candles, that's all I have to say! :P
Thursday, December 13, 2007
On Monday, Scary Boss Lady brought in lunch for everyone, and it was quite a spread. Actually, I'm getting to the point where she's not so scary and just the boss now. She and I had talked briefly about the painted pointsettias being sold at Home Depot. They're white pointsettias with the white leaves/petals painted blue or lavender and covered in glitter, and for some reason, I immediately thought of BL when I saw them. She had seen them too, and hadn't bought one because she already has plenty of houseplants. Sounds familiar to me! I decided that as a thank-you for the wonderful lunch, I would get one for her. This morning, I set it on her desk, along with a thank you note, and she came over to my cube specifically to say how thoughtful it was.
Afterwards, of course, I was second-guessing myself and wondering if I was being a suckup, but if I am, I am. *shrug* It makes me happy to make other people happy and that's the whole point of this season.
We also had a dessert reception and cookie contest today. I took about two dozen of my homemade coconut macaroons just to have an excuse to make them. They did turn out ugly but yummy as always. Maresche made two big sugar cookies shaped like the leg lamp from A Christmas Story and marked "Fragile." One co-worker made gingerbread cookies and hung them on a tree using red licorice whips. There were oatmeal scotchies, Cookie Monster cookies, caramel crumb bars, raspberry almond spice cookies and all sorts of delicacies. What won? Mostly blandness. First prize went to banana-walnut cookies, which I didn't try and were probably very good given that I love banana bread. But second and third place went to spritz cookies and sugar cookies of all things. Sheesh. Bo-RING.
And now that I have the snark out of my system, I will say that it was a nice break and a chance to make macaroons and hang around chatting with my co-workers. And all of the leftover macaroons are going to my folks' house rather than coming home with me!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Unfortunately, the niceness of my day ended as soon as I got to my mechanic's. He was actually out of oil and couldn't change the oil in my car. Rather than go home and upset the dogs by turning around and leaving again in less than an hour, I opted to go get my shopping done. I just finished reading A Year Without Made in China, and it's made me a bit more conscious of labels. I wound up with a glass bowl made in Turkey, holiday cards made in the U.S., two beautiful water glasses made in the U.S., wrapping paper made in Thailand and socks made in Indonesia. I certainly am not boycotting all Chinese-made items, but I like the idea of spreading my money around the globe a bit. Thank goodness my bath product addiction is satisfied with items made in Canada or the U.S.!
After the shopping, I got a haircut, and then went to the dentist, where the niceness was further worn off my day. My dentist is no longer with the group, and now I have to get used to a new one, who will no doubt leave as soon as she has the money to open her own practice. She lectured me about my failure to use Listerine, ick, and Sensodyne, double ick, but said that the X-rays and exam were fine.
Then I came home and waited excitedly for the electrician to arrive to install my kitchen and hall light fixtures. The appointment time was for "after three" and when no one had shown up or called by 4:15, I called the company. The person I spoke with hadn't heard of me, my name wasn't on the schedule, and the woman I did talk to was gone for the day and nobody had a way to reach her. The last bit bothers me the least--I wouldn't want them calling her at home and ruining her evening, too.
So now I am here with my new light fixtures in the kitchen getting in the way, worrying about whether or not I did actually call Thompson Electric last week and make an appointment for today or if I'm just losing my mind. Ugh.
Oh, and just to add the frosting onto the Cupcake of Doom, the artificial Christmas tree in the garage which I was planning to use instead of buying a real tree this year is a falling-apart POS that should have been thrown out years ago. *sigh*
Monday, December 10, 2007
That being the case, thank you for paying attention so that even though my left turn signal is burnt out, you noticed I needed to get over and moved over to make room. Thank you for slowing at the next on-ramp to allow those people onto the expressway, and thank you for moving over a lane when the slower of the two continued to hesitate.
The more we pay attention to others and try to improve even little things, the better the world gets. Thank you very much.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Still, it was a great day. I left the house early, stopped at Home Depot and bought a new space heater for the breezeway, then had a smooth, if boring, drive to Columbus. We had a nice lunch, then the boys and I built their gingerbread trees, we played a game of Uno, Anabel and I discussed the menu for Christmas dinner, and I headed home.
Despite losing some time due to my own idiocy, only the last fifteen minutes of my drive were in the dark, and none of it on 71. I did see a deer barely a heartbeat outside of the Akron city limits, and was glad I had braked because I was going down a hill. I've never seen one that close to the actual city before, and I hope it was just chance and not because there are even more of the poor things starving to death in the Valley.
Of course, feeling sorry for the deer lasts only as long as they aren't in my yard eating my flowers. Then they're just pests.
Oh, and today's Christmas socks were bright kelly green, with ornaments in red and gold on them.
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Parkas: Well, actually, it's a stadium jacket. I've been drooling over this particular jacket (in chocolate) for a while. I've ingrown both my denim jacket and my fleece reversible coat, but as much as I wanted this one, it was out of my price range. Then, on Thursday, a catalog arrived with a 50% off one item coupon on the cover, and Bosstopus agreed to buy the jacket instead of giving me a cash bonus for Christmas. Today at work, I called and ordered it, and it should be here by late next week. Bosstopus and I also had a very productive morning, a nice lunch, and good luck shopping at Borders. I am now DONE with my holiday shopping. Hooray!
Socks, oh my! On Friday, there was no heat at Hyphenated Corp. Apparently, sending people home because there is no heat is something that just doesn't happen. People who had vacation/sick/personal hours to burn took the time, others left early, and some of us just stayed and worked with blue fingernails. It did actually warm up a bit in the afternoon simply due to the presence of bodies generating heat, but never reached what anyone sane would call "warm."
Because it was a bit of a slow and purposeless day, Galahad brought the tape of his two appearances on Jeopardy in 1988. Most of the team trooped down to the basement meeting area to watch, and we had a lot of fun watching the show, playing along, and laughing at the commercials. So where, you ask, are the socks?
I had worn my black flats that day, with my red socks with reindeer faces printed on them and reindeer head pompoms on the back. Tigger admired them, and I rashly stated that I have enough pairs of Christmas socks to wear every work day between now and December 25th, upon which she challenged me to do so. If I remember, I shall post in my blog which holiday socks I wear each work day.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
In the world of bath product fan/addicts/fanatics, "enabling" simply means to get someone else interested/intrigued/addicted to a particular scent or brand. I've done most of my enabling to Skindecent. Mallie, Maresche, Doc, Amy and Vintage Girl are all hooked on assorted products or scents from this truly amazing company. Second is Julphia, to which I have lured KellyGirl, Vintage Girl and MaryMargrt. By the end of 2007, I hope to have my Super Enabler cape, decoder ring and merit badge.
A while back, I did a swap with someone and got my paws on a lovely perfume (Autumn Romance) from Patrician Treasures. I wore it to work one day, and Blondezilla went absolutely Librarian-poo over it. I sent her the link to the website, and about fifteen minutes later, got this wistful little e-mail saying, "There's so many scents! How do you choose?" Bwahahahaha! You get one of everything that sounds good, of course!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
The lack of electricity didn't affect my plans for the morning, as Galahad and I were planning to use the morning to put away books anyway. Yesterday afternoon, we got most of the books sorted and arranged on shelves, and we reserved this morning for all the Massachusetts books. Once that had been done, it was time to order lunch from Aladdin's (yum), and then go get it.
All in all, a very nice, quiet day.
Monday, December 03, 2007
I had very weird dreams on Saturday when I napped, or one long weird dream involving (in order): rock concerts, Britney Spears, Jack Black, Jon Bon Jovi, a zoo, the seaside, singing, Egypt, facing down Set, killing a bad guy and spiders. I'd blame it on work anxiety, but it's more likely that Lush lavender gives me odd dreams.
My guest bedroom is full of boxes, each labeled with a name and filled with presents. I'm waiting for an order from Skindecent so I can tuck the last few items in, and then I will be ready to mail out most of my Christmas presents. The rest will be personally delivered when I go to Pickypants Manor for Christmas Day, to work friends at work, or to my friends Amy & Doc whenever I can lure them over here.
All in all, I'm feeling that this particular Monday could have been much worse.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
For the discriminating gentleman who appreciates vintage items. 1965 wide-body model free to right buyer. Runs well on chocolate, compliments and exotic bath products. Most original factory equipment still installed. Minimal rust and dings, upholstery shows some wear-and-tear, tailpipe and other systems clean.
Friday, November 30, 2007
I am anxious, though, about what I will do from now on. What if they fire me because there isn't any work for me? That may be an irrational fear, but it's how my mind works.
Oh, and to Becs: if you can't bitch, whine, moan & worry in your blog, where can you do it?
Thursday, November 29, 2007
This morning, I got up early, went to Giant Eagle and picked up our lunch, had a terrible time checking out and went to work. Lunch went over well. I received thank-you e-mails from the women on the team, and Blondezilla asked if I minded if she made a sandwich. Mind you, she asked with her mouth full of Swiss cheese from the tray, but she did ask.
My new book was built, and next year, it will not be a new book, so if I am still at Hyphenated Corp, it will be easier. Soon I will find out what jurisdiction(s) will be my responsibility in 2008, and what the job of team librarian entails.
Right now, I want another bath and another early bedtime.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Instead, since tomorrow is the big "Everything has to be to Manufacturing" day, I am bringing a "picnic lunch" consisting of a meat & cheese tray, a veggie tray, pasta salad and cookies. Nobody has to go out and get lunch or worry about packing, they can all just nibble when they have a moment for a break.
Maybe next year I will know everyone better and feel comfortable picking out minigifts, but this year, I'm doing it the easy way.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
When I told Mom about yesterday's irritation with Blondezilla and the reason for the collection, she said, "Get me an address. I'm going to mail that family a contribution of my own." Sometimes I just love her so much I could burst.
The L'Hermittes is still active. I frequently feel as if someone injected large amounts of a carbonated beverage under my skin and I don't enjoy it.
Bigfoot's tail continues to get furrier and appears to be fully healed. One of these days, I will forgive him for scaring me half to death.
Given the amount of work involved with the new book, I'm really glad the other one got built last Wednesday. Still, having a three-day weekend made me long for a week off instead of re-energizing me.
Damn, my life is boring--thanks to the two or three people who made it this far.
Monday, November 26, 2007
A very sad thing happened right before Thanksgiving. One of the cleaners who worked in our office building was hit by a car and is not expected to live. She has five children between the ages of one and fifteen, and so there was a drive posted to buy grocery store gift cards for the family. I contributed the amount I had set aside to buy BPAL perfumes. I figure that was money that's better spent as a contribution, and I can still save up and get my goodies later. Today, Blondezilla came and offered me my check back, announcing that I gave too much because most people just contributed fifteen or twenty dollars. I turned her down politely, but after she left, I couldn't help but seethe. What difference does it make what other people give? My contribution was what I could afford and wanted to give.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
*grin* Given that I just had sausage gravy for lunch, maybe what I'm really celebrating is Hogswatch. That's okay too.
Happy holidays, my friends, whatever you may or may not celebrate, I promise that the sun will come back.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Thanks to an embarrassing incident two years ago, I know not to post anything I bought as a Christmas present in my journal. However, I will say that Megan was over-generous as always with the samples, and I've fallen absolutely in love with two of the scents and very much in like with a third.
Also, in the box from Lisabella was the second ingredient I've been waiting for in order to do more mad-scientisty things, so that's on the agenda for tonight. I wonder which dog I should re-name Igor?
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Last weekend, I took my Champagne Snow Showers jelly out of the fridge and put it in a bowl, started up the hand mixer, and kept adding sugar until I had a good scrubby consistency. I wound up with enough sugar scrub to share with Maresche and KellyGirl when we met for lunch last Saturday. Then I received a gift from my forum friend Mouse of a cauldron (Halloween special) of Isle of Eden's R.I.P. This product is a sugar scrub which is supposed to smell like lavender & mint, but in this particular one, all I could smell was lavender. Given my success with the CSS jelly, I decided to mix Lush's sadly (and hopefully temporarily!) discontinued Deep Sleep Jelly with the R.I.P. and some more sugar.
That one was even better than the CSS one, probably because Isle of Eden's sugar scrubs have a bath cream base. Again, I wound up with a huge amount of scrub, and so I took some to work and shared it with Vintage Girl and the co-worker who does our book covers. I don't know about Cover Girl, but Vintage Girl said to me on Wednesday that she had showered with the scrub that morning and that not only did the lavender calm her down at what is a very stressful time of year for all of us, but that she wondered how she had lived all of her life without the wondrousness that is sugar scrubs! *grin*
I have more CSS to use up, and another Isle of Eden Halloween-only scrub in black currant on the way, and I plan to blend those two. One note on that and on noses--to me, the IoE scent is a perfect match for Lush's Comforter bubble bar. Maresche agreed with me, and accepted a decant of the bath cream. Her husband, however, could only smell cookies! Everyone's nose is always so different.
Ah, well, as MamaFlannelJammies always says, "If we all liked the same things, there would be a world-wide haggis shortage!"
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
On the other hand, I built one of my books eight days early today, and added a form and fixed some of the references in my other one. Plus I got a lovely surprise in the form of a Thanksgiving card from a friend, saying she was thankful to have gotten to know me. *blush* And she sent chocolate, too!
Speaking of Turkey Day, it looks like NE Ohio is in for some very nasty weather tomorrow, and I've decided I don't want to be northbound on I-71, in the dark, with the semis, driving through freezing rain. So I've informed my sister-in-law that I won't be there, and instead I am planning to go get my five hours for Bosstopus out of the way. After that, I will have a three-day weekend, in which I shall alternate being a complete slug and cleaning Casa de Jammies. My kind of holiday. *grin*
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
It's going to be a scramble around there until VL hires a new law clerk.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Instead, I'm excited by learning new stuff, and by the responsibility of a whole brand new book all to myself. Maybe I'll feel differently the next time I'm assigned a new book, but right now, I'm thrilled.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
There's a line of pain running right down to my fingertips at the moment, and I am one sorry Jammies.
New rule: even though you've done it close to a thousand times before, don't multitask while you're doing your injection.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
After work, I had a wonderful lunch with Maresche and KellyGirl at The Melting Pot. We had cheddar/beer/garlic/mustard fondue to start, then salads, then chicken breast strips in coq au vin broth. Everything was perfectly yummy. We were all too full to try the desserts, but I think it's probably worth a visit just for the chocolate fondue someday.
After lunch, Maresche headed home because she had a beastly headache turning into a migraine, and KellyGirl and I went over to Lush Beachwood. I was fairly restrained and bought some Christmas presents and a few things for me.
Speaking of presents, not only am I almost done with my Christmas shopping, but I have found birthday presents for Mallie, Jeeves and my mother. As soon as I have the money to buy them, I'll be all set. *grin*
Friday, November 16, 2007
At Hyphenated Corp, we have a new guy in the mailroom who is really nice, and some office politics in which I am tangentially embroiled, which is not nice. Mindful of the fact that this is public, I am not going to say anything beyond, "BLEAH."
Speaking of public, the latest issue of "Momentum," fka "Inside MS," recommends that you not have a blog at all in case someone from your job finds it and you get fired for having MS. Erm. Too late for me to not have a blog, and I'm not going to stop posting in it just because of paranoia. Besides, if you do the MS Walk, your name is up on their website with a fundraising page, so why worry about a blog?
Besides, you all know that it's my work persona that is the fake, and Jammies is the real person. ;)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Bleah. I hate my retarded white cells.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I love the way the breezeway looks when it's stuffed full of healthy houseplants. However, I do need to rearrange a few things so there is at least a pass-through from the garage to the house as well as a place for me to sit and watch the world go by. I've been invited to Thanksgiving dinner at Pickypants Manor, but I have Black Friday all to my lonesome, and I will either sit like a leaden lump in front of the computer, sleep the day away, or possibly peel the 1970s Chinese restaurant red & gold foil wallpaper off the foyer walls. Watch this space for exciting developments!
(or not, it just depends)
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Every boy should have a dog, so now my nephews have one. For that matter, every dog should have a boy, and now Ralph has two!
Monday, November 12, 2007
I had a thought today for a meaningful blog entry, and by the time I got home, changed, tried on some clothes that don't quite fit yet, I'd forgotten what it was. I'm sure the poor little thought was lonely, up in my empty head, and ran off to find some friends. If it comes home, I'll post it.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Every year, I acknowledge the fact that I am at my full capacity for houseplants, and every year I succumb to the lure of the pots and baskets everywhere I look in the spring. This year, I went a bit crazy, and got two new geraniums, one white and one pink, two different helichrysums, a "black" sweet potato vine (burgundy leaves), an English Ivy and then I rescued a volunteer geranium that popped up in one of the gladiolus beds.
So now I have plants in the staging area, aka the garage, as I fuss and shuffle and arrange the breezeway. Prisoner of my addiction for sure, and likely to wind up as a prisoner in my own house if my buying sprees continued. I won't be a crazy old cat lady, I'll be a crazy old plant lady!
Saturday, November 10, 2007
After the test, we had a celebratory lunch, and the self-possessed young man in the gi turned into a semi-rotten little boy who had to be told three times not to pick his French toast up off the plate and lick the sugar off of it, but that's how it goes when you're seven and a half.
When we returned to Pickypants manor, Mom & Anabel and I looked at all the potential activities for our Disney cruise next February, talked about who wanted to do what and what clothes we are taking, and then Mom & I came home. Overall, a lovely way to spend a fall day.
Friday, November 09, 2007
When I got home, my books from Barnes & Noble were waiting, so tonight I can finish Madeline L'Engle's Time Quintet while I listen to Saving Jane's new CD. Then tomorrow, Mom & I are going to my nephew's karate graduation. We're working together on Sunday, and then I have to clean and do the work I brought home for the afternoon.
Of course, I also have to manage two blog entries for the blog equivalent of NaNo. ;-)
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Now I just have my Tennessee book to build tomorrow and then one Nevada book and one Kentucky book to build at the end of the month. Hopefully, I can work it so they don't both build on the same day.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Overall, today was a very good day. I got my hair cut & styled before I went into work, and then just worked straight through until it was time for the dinner. Scary Boss Lady complimented my haircut, and then told me that the peanut-butter filled pretzels I've been bringing in were addictive. I rode up in the elevator with Mr. Rubicund, the bigbig boss who's in from the home office and I don't think I made a complete fool of myself. I fixed all the goofs from earlier in the week and got my book ready to build on Friday and fixed an error in one of the other books I'm working on.
Then, at the dinner, instead of sitting with my team, I sat with a mixed group from other teams and got to know some people I'd only seen before. One of them was nice enough to say that we'd spoken in the elevator and that I was charming. Plus, one of the other women at the table is now interested in Julphia, so I'm going to take in my sample bag tomorrow and let her sniff things.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
It's just good to be home, safe and sound, and relax and breathe.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Ahh well, it is miserable outside, with a cold rain bucketing down, and I am inside with warm puppymonsters, garlic bread fondue for dinner, and comfy grubby clothes on. I'll live, and hopefully learn.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Flannel Jammies, aka Bosstopus, aka Mom. A lovely woman I admire, with whom I am fortunate enough to have a good relationship, and who occasionally makes me nuts.
Plaid Jammies, aka Dad. A gruff, bearded guy who is trying his best to be a curmudgeon, but still cries at "The Nutcracker." Frequently exasperating, and we butt heads a lot, but he's still my dad, and he does lovely dad things for me.
Middle liddle brother, aka Jeeves. Father of two, worker's comp attorney, possessor of a dry and biting wit and examplar of the Jammies' family self-deprecation technique.
Anabel, aka Mrs. Jeeves. A lovely, intelligent, thoughtful, empathetic woman who nonetheless married my irritating brother. I love spending time with her, and am thrilled, although puzzled, that she was willing to become part of my family.
The Awesome Nacho. Ten year old son of Jeeves and Anabel. Smart, cute, piano-playing black belt who is currently reading a very large non-fiction non-picture book about the battles of WWII, and thinks Justin Bieber is "a wuss."
SuperDoughnut. Seven year old son of Jeeves and Anabel. Smart, cute, piano-playing, drum-learning, stubborn and cuddly kid who loves music and has come a long way since his diagnosis of PDD at the age of three and a half.
Liddle liddle brother, aka Captain Crossword. Looks sort of like Jonathan Frakes, but handsomer. Makes beer for a living, is amazingly intelligent, sweet and funny.
Bookworm Mathgeek, married to Captain Crossword. Very smart, loving woman who shares my interest in books and bath products, and was also insane enough to marry into my family. Poor her, lucky us.
Princess Mathgeek and Princess Minnie. Four year old and twenty month old daughters of Captain Crossword and Bookworm Mathgeek. The most adorable, lovable, smart and amazing nieces in the world.
Amy and Josh. My dogsitter and lawn guy, respectively. Amy is an amazing friend who has been there for me through thick and thin. Josh is growing on me, provided he doesn't talk about killing things.
Doc. My oldest friend. We've known each other since second grade, and while our lives have diverged quite a bit, we can end a conversation in July and pick it up in December without a single dropped stitch.
Vegan Lawyer. The other attorney who shares the office with Bosstopus. Very intelligent, very passionate, a little dogmatic. She's a very giving person, but she tends to be judgmental and not particularly forgiving. Has three sons and a daughter, The Crown Princess, who is youngest and nice but incredibly spoiled.
Goldilocks. Secretary to Vegan Lawyer. Single, lives at home with a very quiet mother and a father who (at least reading between the lines) differs very little from the infamous Fred Phelps. Quiet, rather passive-agressive, but sweet and has become a teeny bit more outspoken in the time I've known her.
Snoopy. Vegan Lawyer's law clerk. Incredibly nosy, divorced and I can see why. No sense of boundaries whatsoever, but very book-smart. Acceptable in small doses, but drives Goldilocks crazy.
KellyGirl. Living with the charming Snickers and their adorable dog, a rescue who shares a name with one of my guys. A baby lawyer, from the platinum blonde hair to the ruby-red lipstick to the perfectly round boobs, she looks like the quintessential California girl. Then she opens her mouth or starts typing, and blows you away with her intelligence, passion and compassion.
Snickers. IT geek, very quiet, very sweet. I don't know him well, but I'm impressed with his brains and his caring for the lovely KellyGirl.
Zayrina. Gorgeous stacked blonde in a nurse outfit who has put up with me since 2001 when I was a total internet newb. Actually slept on her couch so my dog and I could sleep in her bed when I visited her. Intelligent, brave, bossy, outspoken and honest. Has a marshmallow heart, but it's armored. Also has a gift for funny writing and needs to update her blog, damnit.
Mallie. Big giant heart, beautiful long hair, smart sexy geek girl, writer extraordinaire and so good with pets Littlefoot almost hid in her suitcase. Tactful but honest, open but not embarrassing, and someone I adore. Married to:
Scarecrow, aka Jay. Handsome sexy man who has gotten into the habit of hiding his big brain. Frequently stuns me with his insights, and fills out his new jeans quite nicely.
The World's Best Heather. Canadian, which means she has a good toilet, smart, pretty, tiny, blonde, and so sweet you can't hate her for any of the above.
Queen Mediocretia of Suburbia, aka Her Maj. Fellow MS'er and one of the funniest and most rawly honest bloggers out there.
Becs. My almost-twin. Loves autumn, adores cats, writes like a pro, wrestles with corporate silliness and knows what depression can do and fights through it anyway. Also has a weakness for bath products.
The Evil Alpaca, aka the Booty Llama. Surprisingly cuddly and thoughtful for a demonic camelid bent on world domination. Also a good writer, funny and a good friend.
Captain Spaulding, with too many akas to list. Baseball and hockey fan from Eerie, PA. A great guy even if he does like giant mutant felt animals (sports mascots).
kogijiki, aka MegaKogiMonster. A beautiful, talented potter with a huge, giving heart, a twisted sense of humor that complements mine, and fatal weaknesses for perfume and bath products.
Lisabella, aka Yisabeyya. A fellow otter-lover who actually has access to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, a fellow bath product addict who has her stash listed, and a thoughtful and loving friend.
Rogue, whose smart ass is amazingly funny, and who is one of the most supportive people I know. Very cute for someone who bears a striking resemblance to Marty Feldman.
Mickey Mouse, aka Mousie. Loves anything scented with Pink Sugar, and is as sweet as her favorite fragrance. Supportive beyond belief, and always there for her friends.
MaryMargrt. Incredibly giving, dryly funny, has her own team of trained walrii in kilts.
Fiery Lioness, aka Lioness. Brave enough to work retail without Kevlar, BPAL addict, charming, articulate, and shares my geekitude with regard to Pratchett & Lackey.
The Romantic Heretic, aka Rob. A published author of erotica, a charming Canadian with an old-fashioned courtesy and charm seen all too rarely nowadays.
Impressive, aka Imp. A smart, sexy, honest and charming writer who also gives the best girl-kisses anywhere.
Rosy Cheeks, aka SnidelyBabyMama. A schoolteacher with a heart bigger than her pregnant belly will be next May, thoughtful as can be. A lover of bath products and amusement parks.
Mamacat. Sweet, beautiful, talented mother of two, with a caring spirit and a knack for making art both permanent and evanescent.
Tempete. My scent-sister, a bright shining star who shares my love for certain BPAL blends, my frustration with sloppy authors, and who utterly eclipses me in the brains department.
Clever_Girl. A shy person who is beautiful both inside and out, her intelligence is only outdone by her generosity.
Katestamps. The Voice of Reason, a practical, good-smelling knitter who appreciates shoes, cheesy novels, and black currant scents.
Yvaine. Absolutely fearless, incredibly intelligent and amazingly lovely, this young woman has done more with her short time on the planet than others have done with twice or thrice the years.
Vampkat. A tiny, talented henna artist and dedicated Goth.
Queenie, aka Tramp. An indomitable spirit who has faced a ton of trials and come through them with class, grace, a really wicked cane and a hatred of squirrels that rivals my own.
Owls. Funny, funny, funny. She's also intelligent, direct, deep, cute, and incisive, but what strikes you first off is her sense of humor.
Tarak. Bright, loving, smart and with a well-developed sense of the absurd (with her kids, she needs it!).
Clowder. Generous, warm-hearted, brave and witty.
Girlygirl, aka GG. Strong, caring, talented in so very many ways.
The folks at Hyphenated Corp.
Maresche. My fellow Lush addict who let me know there was a job opening. Smart as a whip, recently promoted, mama to an adorable little girl and married to a cute geek who's doing NaNo.
Khover Taegent. Knitter, interested in vintage clothing, books and bath products.
Wilson. My cubicle neighbor, a scarily smart man who's been with the company forever, has a nurturing streak a mile wide, is a great tutor and quick to kill cubicle-invading spiders.
The Little Mermaid. Andersen's mermaid in her non-speaking phase. Miles of curly blonde hair, extreme competence at the job, preternaturally quiet, has a little girl and two cats, and much in love with her husband. A fan of '80s metal and nostalgic about the clothing. If you can get her talking, she's wicked and cynical and fun.
Otis' dogmama. The co-worker who was hired before me but started afterwards. Exhaustingly young, energetic and smart, but cute as a button as she starts out her "grownup life" living with her fiance and their Italian Greyhound mix, Otis.
MegaBookMan. Very smart, but prone to forgetting that other people have a learning curve, which is odd because he's also an English teacher.
TC. My team coordinator and direct report. Very approachable and easy to work with, provided her team is honest with her.
SoccerMom. One of our attorney editors, with a five-year old daughter who is just getting into soccer. Very experienced, quick to help out a co-worker, smart as hell.
Vintage Attorney. Lots of fun to work with and never shy with praise or help. Loves vintage everything, dogs (both her own and others') and is someone I can call friend.
Enigman. Attorney editor, pleasant, easy to work with, very dry and sarcastic sense of humor, does not reveal much about himself.
Hoosier Lawyer? Bouncy, fun, charming attorney editor who hides a wicked sense of humor behind an innocent grin.
Blondezilla. Bossy administrative assistant with as much sense of 'place' as a Dickens character.
Baklavette. The department head. Stick-thin because eating takes time away from work, nice but terrifying, makes great baklava and brings it to all of the department get-togethers.
Last but far from least, my dogs:
Bigfoot. Shepherd/Malamute mix, January 1990-May 11, 2009. He was my heart-dog, the one I loved since he was an awkward five-month old puppy, all legs and ears. He was stubborn, headstrong, much too smart for his own good and very expensive, but also loving and sweet.
Littlefoot. Chow/Golden?/Shepherd Mix. Almost thirteen, but aging gracefully, my eternal puppy, all bounce and petmepetme. Not smart, but a complete cuddlemonster and as adorable as a teddybear.
Little Miss, aka Underfoot. Shepherd/Lab/Who Knows? mix. Tiny compared to dogs I've always had (between 45-50 pounds), but extremely smart and energetic. Also very loving and charming, despite some bad habits I'm trying to train out of her.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
I rarely get hits from Google searches, but it was especially nice to see that I got one Friday night. Someone was looking for Kogi mugs and came here! I'm proud to know Ms. Kogi, and happy that she's getting some recognition for her lovely mugs.
On the subject of being proud of friends, Ms. Yisabeyya actually fell asleep last night without sleeping pills, which is a big brave step forward, Sherri sold a short story, and my friend Megan is well enough to re-open her shop for a short time to take holiday orders.
Yay and way to go to all of my friends.
Friday, November 02, 2007
I have to make more puppykibbie, aka Satin Balls this weekend, along with mailing some packages and making & mailing some Willies. Plus I have to work for Bosstopus as usual. Hopefully, I can get the cleaning done as well.
This month, I have three books to build, maybe four, but for one of them, it depends on last year's publishing specialist getting me the front matter files--all they sent was page one of both files I need.
At least I have the worry of the 'Foots being overdue on their shots out of the way. I dropped 'em off this morning on my way to work and picked 'em up on my way home. Bigfoot is up to seventy-three pounds and Littlefoot is down to fifty-nine, so I'm feeding them the right amounts, at least. At the moment, they are sacked out in poses of utter exhaustion because today was such a big day. I'm tempted to go have a nap myself, but if I do, I know perfectly well I won't sleep tonight, and since I have to work in the morning, I'll just have a cup of coffee and push on.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
This is crunch time at Hyphenated Corp. as we work to push books out before the end of the year. All the books that were pushed back earlier owing to problems of various sorts (frequently but not always due to authors being late with manuscripts) are now at their last chance to be published this year, along with all of the books that were already scheduled for the end of the year. My team has fifty-five books to build by November 29th, and four of those are mine. There are outbreaks of cursing, cries of anguish, and every now and then we get an e-mail from our team leader, who's gotten an e-mail from whoknowswho, asking us to keep it down because we are disturbing other people. Feh. Just as an example, Maresche's team has fifteen or sixteen books to build for this year--I think the only team that has more than we do is the Ohio team.
Despite a few roadblocks, and some moments where I really feel idiotic, I'm still glad I took the job.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
These are why my pumpkin didn't win a prize, they're amazing:
This is mine, nice, but in no way in the same league:
And my costume:
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Somehow, I managed to strain a muscle in my neck, and today has been sheer agony. Thanks to the surgery, ibuprofen and aspirin are forever on my forbidden list, so I've been alternating heat and cold and tonight I took a bath with a Marathon bubble bar, and used Wiccy afterwards. Sadly, it's impossible to give yourself a really thorough neck rub. Mom helped by telling me she had the exact same thing happen, and it lasted four days even with lots of ibuprofen. Thanks Mom, love you too.
I've been at Hyphenated Corp. for ten weeks now, and I'm getting into the swing of things. I still screw up, but I haven't yet made the same mistake twice, and I'm writing down every new thing I learn. One of these days, I'll take my scribbled pile of notes and type them up in Word so I can stop trying to decipher my own handwriting.
On the home front, with all due respect to the Bard of Avon, what Hell really hath no fury like is a dog whose bed, which he finally got smelling just right, is taken away, washed, and put back together smelling like lavender. And you haven't ever really been cussed out until you've been cussed out in German Shepherd.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Kogi used stills from "Everyone Else Has Had More Sex Than Me" to create this amazing mug:
Then today, my new insurance came through with my Copaxone. Tonight, for the first time in 9 months, I shot myself. Yup. Still hurts, still gives me a giant site reaction. Still, if it keeps my polka dots under control, I'll continue to shoot up.
Not a bad haul for mid-October. Now to plot a really amazing Christmas Box for Kogi...
Friday, October 12, 2007
The lavender is going in my linen closet and to co-workers, and the morning glory seeds are being divvied up into packets for next spring. I am going to plant some of them, some are going to Mallie for her new house, and the rest are available for anyone who wants some very pretty vines with dark purple, red-streaked flowers.
The cold fall air makes my evening baths much more enjoyable, and now I can use all my glorious fall scents. So far, the winner has been Julphia Soapworks' Sandalwood Vanilla, followed by Red Egyptian Musk from Skindecent. I am also very proud to announce that I was one of the forum contest winners for Isle of Eden's holiday collection. My suggestion, called Tucked In, is a pretty layered scrub, is currently one of the top ten best-sellers on the site, and I get a free jumbo scrub!
I built my very first book recently at work, and I am now responsible for three more. Even though my name doesn't appear on them anywhere, I still feel a real sense of pride in them. I'm also amazed at how much I am learning. And earning, for that matter--overtime is not only permitted, but encouraged, and so I have been bringing work home with me. I'm sure I will get tired of it, but right now, it makes me feel very grown-up to bring a book home with me and work on it. There is one annoyance that is not going to change any time soon--the software which converts data to PDFs for our books automatically adds "ISBN #" despite the teeth-grinding redundancy thereof. I get little angry quivers when I think about this, so I shall try not to think of it!
To paraphrase Berke Breathed, "L. R. Jammies, signing off and heading for the tub!"
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Monday, April 19, 2004
Today seemed to be a pretty typical Monday...Mom's out of town for the week, so I had planned to catch up on the filing stack, which was about 2 feet tall, then get some of my other work done, plus get started on all these annual accountings we have due when she comes back. The Monday part came in when of course I didn't get any of that done owing to a client crisis, and having to prep a Motion for a change of custody and get it ready, along with assorted other court paperwork, have Susan sign Mom's name to all 4 forms and the check and give it to the law clerk in less than an hour...I managed to get it done, only to have Brad come back and say it was all held up because we have a visiting judge on this 10 year old case, so it should be ready for pickup and mailing to our client and opposing counsel tomorrow.
Despite phone calls from four clients who had total mini-meltdowns at the thought that their attorney was out of town for a week (how dare she!) and trying to explain to them that not only can I not give legal advice, if I do so, my boss can lose her ability to practice law, hellooooooooo, I managed to get a pretty good jump on the filing this afternoon, so when I came home, I felt like I'd earned a nap. I got out of my work clothes, grabbed something to eat, and had probably been asleep for about half an hour when the phone rang.
Oops...guessed the wrong little brother...my only excuse is that I was still half asleep. He figured this out and offered to let me go back to sleep, but I never talk enough with my brothers so I said nah, and tried to shake the cobwebs out of my head. I heard him sending his kids into the other room as we chatted, then he asked if Mom and Dad were going to be taking any overnight trips with our other brother and his wife and daughter and I said no, why? He said he had bad news...I thought first of the tax forms I'd just done for him and asked what the bad news was, still in my sleep fog. His next words shocked me wide awake.
"Uncle Skip killed himself last night."
He went on to tell me that that's all he knows...our cousin called to tell him just now, and he didn't question him on the subject, just called me and was going to call Mom and Dad. We talked just a bit, in the disjointed way of people who are utterly stunned...neither of us had a clue. This is my aunt's ex-husband, or was, I guess I should say. The last time I saw him was early October, and he seemed happy enough with his life, his lady friend, his grandkids. When I was diagnosed with MS, he sent me a thoughtful card, one of the few family members to acknowledge that I have a life-altering disease, and to tell me to keep my chin up.
I'm so sorry I never knew it was so bad for him...I've been whining and moaning about my own depression, about having to take something, and a man who watched me at my first birthday party killed himself, maybe because there wasn't anybody he could moan to, wasn't anybody to talk to about taking an anti-depressant...
No matter how bad it gets, suicide is just too FUCKING FINAL.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Other people started showing up, including a famous vampire hunter who didn't seem to be anything but old and useless, my father in the dream (much younger than my real dad, and a musician) and a female vampire who was not so much on our side as more against the bad guys. She brought a ghoul and a beastie with her, and said that the vampires knew where I was and I had until sunset to get out of the house and hide my tracks so I could keep fighting her.
The vampire hunter showed her that her "ghoul" was just an animated mattress (twin-size, presumably) wearing clothes and I wanted to see it sit down. Then my dream-father turned out to have been changed to a bad vampire, and he turned my dream-dog, and a bunch of friends who had shown up had to kill them both. My dream-father had me by the throat when the vampire woman's beastie changed its allegiance to me and bit my dream-dad, who, btw, said he turned my dog because he had to because he was a guitar player.
MaryMargrt saved a little computer disc which had all kinds of information on it from my dream-dog before he could take it to the bad vampires. My friends helped me get my stuff out of the house and were going to set it on fire when I was out, but it was getting closer and closer to sunset and I kept trying to save books. I was arguing with Mallie, who'd redone my bedroom to look like a teenager's, that I needed to take "grown-up books" out of the room so it would be realistic. I woke up as she was pulling me out of the room because someone had set the house on fire.
My first thought on waking up...
"Why was I putting books in boxes when I could have just chucked them out the window?"
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
So. There will not be a repeat of the trudging from doctor to lab ad nauseam that there was four years ago, and I merely have MS and possibly gas.
I can live with that.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
One thing I learned from my first experience with medical testing is that you go on. It's difficult to live your live at a fever-pitch of fear, so you keep going. On that basis, today I did half an hour's worth of weeding, baked a cinnamon streusel coffee cake I can't eat but will take in to work tomorrow, made three Wet Willies, did five loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, took a nap and shortly I will go take a bath with one of my precious Ice Hotels, scrub myself with my R.I.P. cauldron from Isle of Eden, and take a benadryl or four to make sure I sleep.
This week, I will plant thirty daffodil bulbs; help Mom transplant three azaleal bushes I'm giving her; get back in the habit of entering a few books each evening to GoodReads; mail off some packages to friends, and attend Ohio Mart with my mother and my sister-in-law. I will throw out all of the sweatpants that no longer fit, take a large box of clothing to Goodwill, and celebrate the fact that the scale this morning showed 222.2 pounds. I will also build a book for the first time.
Whatever happens with the medical stuff, life has to go on, or there's not much point in anything, is there?
Friday, September 28, 2007
I am certainly envious, if not all the way to jealous, of friends with more money, bigger brains, slimmer figures, etc. Fortunately, all of my friends who have those things are also amazingly sweet, which takes the sting out of the envy--if I can't order BPAL on a regular basis, at least someone I adore can romp through the LE catalog. *grin*
Tomorrow, I will be training my replacement. The new job is improving, and next week I will be building my very first book. Nonetheless, there is something very concrete and real about the door that closes when Bosstopus' new administrative assistant begins her new job. I'm the one who talked Bosstopus into meeting with her, and they're both excited, but first of all, it means I can't go back if things don't work out at Hyphenated Co., and second, it means that someone else is getting to work with my mom, and yes, I'm flat-out jealous of that.
Friday, September 21, 2007
For those of you who haven't seen the pic, it's here: http://s131.photobucket.com/albums/p298/lilredjammies/?action=view¤t=Sept12_2007_2.jpg
I've lost 145 pounds in the last thirteen months, and not much of it has come off my chest. A friend saw this pic, and so did her hubby, and they both had the same reaction.
"That's a great pic, but you'd be overwhelmingly hot if you got a better bra."
I will admit, the thought of being "hot," something I have never been in my life, was tempting, and I asked someone for bra-buying advice, and looked around a bit, and finally decided against bra-shopping.
I've never liked these things attached to my chest.
I had them early, and when I was in junior high and had to walk past the high school to get to choir practice, the jocks would catcall as I went by.
The sheer weight of them hurts, whether they're in or out of a bra.
I've rolled over on them wrong in bed, had them get caught in doors, knelt on by my ex, etc.
They're not sexy to me. Fat is not a responsive type of flesh. Granted, my nipples are sensitive, but they are a tiny portion of my boobs, and there is very damn little a man can do with them that has any sexual effect on me.
Putting these floppy things in a tight, structured, lift-and-separate, earthquake-proof, steel-belted bra is false advertising.
A fancy bra is equal to TEN bubble bars, which is twenty baths.
So, as long as they're not actively south of my waistband, and until I have reached my goal weight and can have these ****ing things reduced, I will wear my old bras and take them off the minute I get into my house.
It stopped throughout the house, which probably means I need a new well pump. Hello, plumber, goodbye $600.
I am sitting here unshowered and rather cranky, waiting to hear back from the plumber my dad recommended (they open at 7:30). I was supposed to have some training at 9 this morning, which has already been rescheduled once and now has to be re-rescheduled, plus I have all of Maresche's goodies from her part of the Skindecent order.
Sometimes, being a homeowner stinks.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
My new doctor listens, the office is fresh and immaculate, and it's within walking distance of my house. I don't have gallstones.
Said new doctor isn't sure what is causing the pain, so I have to have an abdominal CT.
Who is this Robin Thick person, and why is my local smooth jazz station playing his song? It is not even remotely jazz, with its smarmy, moronic lyrics, insipid music and that baby voice! I hope his voice changes soon and/or a family member steals all of his money and he winds up working in the drive-through at a fast-food restaurant somewhere.
Why does a local plastic surgeon find it necessary to have testimonials solely from the husbands of women who've used his services? "My wife had the breast procedure, and..." Yes, your wife got bigger boobs to make you happy, and now she falls over regularly and wonders why her back hurts all the time! Grrrr. May your wife demand that you get your belly fat sucked out and get a dick extension while you're at it. Oh, wait, you already bought the Jaguar!
And why does some idjit who is the new version of Carlton Sheets think that "If you have a mortgage, a car loan, or credit card debt, you are a victim?" Yes, I know that there are predatory lenders out there, but not everyone is a victim of one. I happen to have a mortgage at a local bank, which helped me get my dream house, which, in addition to providing a roof over my head, also improves my credit score and allows me to live in peace and happiness. May a stack of your "free audio CDs" fall on you and smoosh you to death.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Apparently, Beachwood had so many discon orders that they had to leave them in their storage area elsewhere in the mall, and the SA went to get them. She came back with a Lush bag, and rang me out. In addition to my discons, I got 2 Green Days and a Pop in the Bath (blue). While I was paying, KellyGirl and Mr. KellyGirl came in. We were chattering away, and Kelly asked what I'd gotten. I told her, and looked in my bag--there were the six Flower Tubs, two Psychodelics, bottle of Chai and bottle of Slammer, but :shock: [i]no Ice Hotels[/i]!
I asked the SA if there was another bag with my name on it, because my Ice Hotels were missing. She asked how many I'd ordered, and I said "Twenty." She asked how many were in my bag and I said "None!" She went off to re-check, and was gone for quite a while. When she came back, she was carrying a box, which had my first name and my forum name written on it, and said that Chef Lush had said something to her about RedJammies' box.
Of course, I hadn't given her my forum name. :lick:
So there in the box were twenty beautiful Ice Hotels, smelling like the most perfect combination of lavender and mint. KellyGirl paid for her discons, Chief paid for his Teo, Kelly and I both got goodie bags, and we headed over to the California Pizza Kitchen for lunch. At this point, I have to say that today was a gorgeous fall day--a high of 58º F, and sunny and bright.
The service was a little slow at lunch because they were short-staffed at the restaurant, so it was about 3:45 when I went out to my car. I opened the door and the scent that met me was absolutely heavenly. I drove the 25 minutes to my parents' house in a glorious Ice Hotel fog.
When I got there, Mom rustled around getting a care package ready (3 yogurts and 2 huge homegrown tomatoes) and Dad fixed my garage door remote. Mom said three times how good I smelled, and I insisted she sniff the bubble bars in the trunk. Thank goodness she doesn't take baths, or I'd have had to share. }:-)
Two miles from my parents' house, there is a railroad crossing. As I came down the hill, I saw a train on the track, so I slowed down and stopped behind the other four cars already there. I had counted one hundred thirty-five cars, only six yet to cross, when the train came to a full stop. I waited a few minutes, then pulled out my phone and called Kogi, and we chatted for fifteen minutes, during which time the train never moved. Finally, I turned the car around and went the long way home, yakking with Kogi all the while.
So now I'm home, the 'Foots have been fed, let outside twice, are chasing each other around the living room growling and snarling, and I'm thinking about a hot dinner and a lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng bath.
Guess what with? :)
Friday, September 14, 2007
When I first found you, you were thick and fluffy, and worth every penny you cost me.
Now, you are thin and mean, but you still think you're worth the same expensive price.
I'm leaving you in five more rolls.
P.S. I might try the Charmin, even though the bear commercials irritate me no end.
If anyone knows of a soft, sturdy, septic-safe replacement for Cottonelle, I'd love the info!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Below is the adorable mug my friend MegaKogiMonster made for me. It was originally intended as a birthday present from a mutual friend, but this one has a tiny mistake (not pictured, so don't go cross-eyed looking for it) and Kogi couldn't bring herself to throw it away, so eventually she sent it to me and I love it. She's as talented as she is sweet.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
It would be easier, though, if law books could just use CAPS when it's time to EMPHASIZE something. Pfui. Mostly, this just drives me crazy because I hate making mistakes, really really really hate it. *sigh*
*I got to whine to Zayrina because her SO got confuzled and dialed my number at 8:00 this morning while I was on the expressway, whereupon I promptly lost my connection and for the five minutes I had to wait to call back I was worrying that said Zayrina was hospitalized or worse. Thankfully, she is fine and she now has a little extra ammunition for mockage of said SO.
KellyGirl's beloved rescue pooch, Termite, had to be put down this past week. Not only does my heart go out to her, but it makes me cherish the 'Foots and worry a little more about them. With any luck, KG will be visiting this weekend for some fur therapy. Littlefoot especially will be thrilled to have a human revelling in petting him.
Despite a cup of coffee the minute I got home (which should have kicked in by now, it's been an hour), I'm still sleepy as heck and trying to resist taking a nap. As much as I love naps and napping, if I take one now, I will be up late tonight and groggy at work tomorrow. This stuff is bad enough when I'm alert--I don't need to try to do it while I'm semi-comatose.
Monday, September 03, 2007
I didn't get enough sleep last night.
The toilet overflowed right after I was showered and clean, so I had to use every rag I had on the floor and dump them in the tub until I could take care of them later.
In the car, Bosstopus hit me with a problem she thought we had with one of our wards' checking account.
Then we got to work, and got a whole lot done in four hours.
The place we wanted to go shopping was in a part of Akron that is deteriorating. Numerous businesses have closed, and there wasn't anything resembling a restaurant, just fast-food places.
At first, it looked as if the shopping was going to suck as well, but then we started finding things. I wound up with $178 worth of clothing for $75, Mom bought herself a gorgeous burgundy shrug & skirt outfit, and we found a three-piece set of American Tourister rolling luggage for me for $75.
Then I came home, washed all the gross rags, scrubbed out the bathtub, watered the plants, made my salad for tomorrow, ate a hot dog for dinner, and am sitting here sore as heck, waiting for the washer to finish so I can take a hot bath.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Fortunately, my night owl father was up, and I told him what was happening and that I was going to the ER. He asked if he wanted them to come get me and take me, or meet me there, and I said no, I'm less than two miles from the hospital, and I can get there before an ambulance could even get to me. As for meeting me there, he'd have to wake Mom up then drive twenty-five minutes, so I promised I'd keep him posted.
I put the protesting dogs in the basement, grabbed my insurance cards and a book, and headed out. I was literally in front of the hospital when the pain subsided, so I turned around in the parking lot and came home. It's still there, but not to the point of oh-dog-I'm-going-to-die, so I assume that it's gas and will eventually leave me. Either that or the turkey I took out of the freezer for my lunch on Thursday was bad and I didn't know it. I'm throwing out the rest of it just in case.
The embarrassing part was calling my dad and telling him it was all a big fuss over nothing. *blush*