GobbleFest and run

Yesterday started off well. It was a lovely sunny day, Imp gave me the easiest way to get to her little corner of heaven, and I made it there just fine. I collected hugs and kisses from everyone, handed out the presents I'd remembered to bring and lamented the ones I'd forgotten and started nibbling. Sherri & Jay gave me a huge grocery bag full of dog toys and a Sherri-made cuddle wrap in deep red, Imp & Bel gave me Imp-made candles and a GobbleFest apron and coffee mug.

I should back up here and say that I'd been trying to call my dogsitter since Monday just to double-check on the arrangements and timing and not getting an answer. I finally left a message on her husband's phone. After dinner (which was fantastic), I saw that he'd sent me a text message saying she was in the hospital, her sister should have called me, and no one would be taking care of the dogs. I called my friend Doc and she went over to the house, let the dogs out and fed them at 7 last night, and then I left Imp's for home at 9 this morning.

The dogs forgave me the moment I dumped the bag o'toys on the breezeway floor. The multi-squeaker toys lasted about twenty minutes before the squeakerectomies were completed. I've made three circuits of the living room to clean up toy fluff since 1 p.m., and tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll have to clean less-pleasant things off the basement floor. I'm sad that I didn't get to stay longer, but so happy to have had my day with loved ones.

A pome

'Twas the night before GobbleFest, and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring, except Jammies' mouse.
The puppehs were nestled all snug on her bed,
while visions of Nylabones danced through their heads.
The pound cake was made, and cooling just fine.
The bacon was packed, and so was the plum wine.
Jammies' outfit was chosen, her heart was athrill.
Tomorrow she'd see Imp and Mallie, and Jay and Will!

From Hellidays* to Holidays

Lunch went well today. The big boss said I overdid it with the large deli tray, pita chips, pretzel crisps, fancy coffee etc., but everyone loved lunch and there are plenty of leftovers for tomorrow. I built a two-volume pocket part, and got my copy of the Kentucky Tort Law book today. Tomorrow I will build one pocket part and one softcover book, and do a boatload of CDs.

Right now, it's just nice to be home with the snow falling outside and warm dogs inside.

*(© Mallie)

Almost there!

Five working days until our fourth quarter hell is over.

Eight calendar days until ImpBelTurkeyFest.

I ran around like the proverbial headless chicken (shut UP, Mike) after work tonight, gathering items for the lunch I'm bringing in for my team tomorrow. I did this last year and it went over well, and I think it helps ease the stress a little bit. Since most of our books have to be built by Friday, I'd have done lunch then, but three of my colleagues have Fridays off or work from home, so I'm doing it on Thursday. I've got a giant deli platter from BJ's, four kinds of bread from what my dad insists on calling "the used bread store," pretzel crisps and pita chips and a salad.

Hopefully, I won't leave for work in the morning and forget the food!

Eep

Another big meeting today. Turns out Hyphenated Corp is going to ask for seventy voluntary terminations from three sites (Cleveland being one of them) in the first half of 2009.

I have a mental picture of me clinging to my cube with my fingernails. :(

Freudian shirt

Yesterday, we had a company-wide teleconference wherein we heard phrases like "Opening new facilities in India and Asia," "We're not outsourcing jobs" and "We hope to avoid involuntary job loss."

Uh-huh.

This morning at work, I was a little chilly, so I grabbed the wrap I keep at work. As I threw it around my shoulders, I thought, "This does not go with my shirt."

*pause*

*think*

*realization*

Ohmydog, I'm wearing a red shirt!

Contentment

Fleeting, but much to be savored.

Sunday evening, and even though I lost all of yesterday to a migraine, right now, life is good.

I worked at Mom's office this morning, vacuumed the living room, got all the plants in from the garage, did all the laundry, did my weekly long shower with girly stuff, my lunch is packed for tomorrow and the coffeepot is set up for the morning. Even with a slight headache, the house is warm and cozy, the puppymonsters are snoozing and percolating, and I have the entire interwebinetz at my fingertips, along with a good book I haven't re-read in a while.

*happy sigh*

Random randomosity

Best quote today, from Girlygirl on the Lush forum: "I think my butt is broken. There is a big crack in it." (The poor child fell down the stairs yesterday and is recuperating with Vicodin today)

Most disturbing vanity license plate: EX2BATE.

Weird epiphany in the shower this morning: I love sugar scrubs because they're authorized scratching.

I would like to do something unspecified but evil to all the people honking at the poor lost driver the other night. Not only is that just making someone who's already sad and scared feel worse, it's hard on the ears of innocent bystanders like myself.

It's been so long since I polished my nails that all my nail polish has dried up.

This was a totally pointless blog entry, thank you for reading it.

Sincerely,

Jammies, wasting your time since 2006.

Still alive

although it doesn't feel much like living. I go to work, try not to make mistakes, come home, look around on the interwebbinetz, take a bath and go to bed. *sigh*