Me three. There will be drugs involved in the sleeping effort tonight. I loves me some Unisom! :o (That’s me yawning.)
I screwed something up at work this morning - not major, it’s sort of a “practice” run through for a big task on Monday that I won’t be here to do. So I wanted the practice to go well so my manager would have an easy time with the real one on Monday. So now I’m trying to redo and mop up the mess. Yippee.
I got all my chores done last night, and the laundry’s almost done today. We’ll pack tonight, and then I just have a few things that I’ll need to do tomorrow afternoon. I’m taking tomorrow afternoon off, but KT’s not. Our flight’s at 5:20 so that’s going to be a tight schedule for him to get home and for us to leave. He says he’s going to go in early tomorrow morning and work a full day. I’m just tarting to calculate that and figure out what time that means he’s going in. More yawns for that. :o :o
But I’m excited to get on our way. Should be fun. I probably won’t make it in next week with real-time updates, although we do have a netbook now and may have wifi access so we’ll see. But if not, I’ll come back the week after with the trip rundown. Try not to miss me too much.
Glad Nat is a bit better, Lili. Hoping for further improvement.
I am intrigued by your ideas, and wish to subscribe to your video-letter…
No, it isn’t! We do not limit ourselves to Flamenco, nor to blondes
Yes, she is. and that’s a problem… Why…?
Happy advance birthday to Tarra, and a pre-emptive Shana Tova!! (Happy New Year) to all the other Jewish mumpers We’ve just started a 3-day weekend (Sunday is still a holiday) – which will however be mostly work rather than rest, since the family is convening at our place tomorrow evening!
Evening all. Thank Og it’s the weekend! And, if the religious scholars and meteorologists are to be believed, there are only 2 more days of Ramadan left!!! If the forecasts are true, then I have a 5-day weekend coming up!
I would like to bow my head and utter a quiet prayer in memory of my first Hollywood crush, Patrick Swayze. Well do I remember sitting in the cinema as a fresh-faced 14 year old, getting all hot and bothered watching Dirty Dancing! Sigh … He was good!
Bad news, Red, they’re mostly from the 70s, so the bikinis are often bigger than some current red-carpet dresses. That’s the “destape” decade too (a subgenre where films seem to compete with each other as to which one can have more female frontal nudity) but those were brunettes, usually.
If you ever run into one of them, I suggest not making any attempt at following the plot, as Blade IV has more of one.
Don’t forget the passing of Laugh In’s Henry Gibson. He was so cute when he came out with a big flower in hand to recite a poem. I’d like to share my favorite, and the only one I remember.
The Spider.
By Henry Gibson
Spider, spider on the wall
You don’t make no sense at all
Climbing up that wall of plaster
Come on down, you dirty spider.
Don’t ask me how I remember that 40+ years after hearing it…
I was going to take next week off. Then I found out that I’m assigned to a project that’s due on Oct 9, which means my part needs to be done by Oct 2 to allow for the review and posting process. Which means I have 2 weeks. Yeah, I’m happy about that.
Quiche for supper. Knitting after. That’s all I’ve got.
Brrrrrrrrr…It is cold in Paris tonight and my apartment building has not switched the heating in. I am wrapped up in a blanky on the couch watching some of Season 2 of Bones before I go to bed.
Good news everybody! I’m now officially certified as being able to communicate effectively, as a result of seven hours of very intensive in-class training.
I know you were all really really worried about my lack of official credentials in that area, right?
Sure Muppet you can communicate effectively, but how about with a sense of urgency and with sincerity? Can you do that? Can you make the other person feel valued? Huh? Can you?
Dang what a week of deaths! Patrick Swayze, Mary Travers and Henry Gibson. I didn’t have any of 'em on my death pool list either.
MOOOOOM I remember Henry Gibson doin’ that poem too. I learned it another way as a kid also.
Spider, spider on the wall.
Ain’t you got no sense at all?
You know that wall has just been plastered.
Get off that wall you stupid… spider.
Happy New Year Jewish style and Happy ummmm… possibly end of Ramadan. I know there’s a name for it but I forget right now and I’m too lazy to google it.
Glad Nat’s better LiLi. He’ll be up and runnin’ soon enough.
Stay warm MMMMMMMMMM’s!
I’m underslept too this week. Methinks tonight shall be a melatonin kinda night.
Ol’ y’all know who will be back tomorrow. I’ll be glad. I’ve missed the critter this week.
The house is starting to smell all quiche-y. Daughter better get her butt home soon!
Glad tomorrow’s Firday - I’m ready for this week to be over. At least there’ll be cake tomorrow. They’re doing an Air Force Birthday Event, which means cake. Yay!
Whew! This was one crazy day. I barely had time to look at teh interwebs at all! And I did it all on two nights of not-so-much sleep. I’m just glad it’s almost over!
Thanks for the vacation wishes, swampy! I’m off to pack!
Should I feel insulted that my mother doesn’t keep up with my life well enough to know where I’m going tomorrow? She asked if this was the Seattle trip. Um… Mom? That was back in May!
My productivity was good while it lasted but has since ground to a halt. I decided to go to water aerobics tonight but I was getting really nauseated just driving down the road so I came back home. The ultimate problem is that the thing that usually makes me feel less nauseated is ice cream!:dubious:
I was sad too. And about the rest who died this week. All different kinds of talent lost. Love that Henry Gibson poem, FCM.
Have a great vacation, taxi!
Glad Nat is doing better, LiLi. How long before he can walk again? Can he crawl or do you have to carry him?
One hopes not. I was barely coherent by the time my friend and I were talking to our boss at 5:30, so I’m not counting on being particularly understandable here…
Tired. Again. On the brighter side, I just got onto a bus trip that’s Tuesday the 29th (there was a waiting list). And I might actually be able to go.
I had always insisted that the reason the audience laughed so hard when Henry came out with his hippie/beatnik flower is because the way he said his name “Henry Gibson” sounded, to me anyway, like Henrik Ibsen and that was intelligent humor. (yes, I was a smart ass as early as age 9)
There will be drugs involved in the sleeping effort tonight. I loves me some Unisom! :o (That’s me yawning.)
