Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.
Survived another day. I’m soooo looking forward to having a four day weekend.
Aww, Rebo. Isn’t that the most bittersweet feeling?
Happy Birthday, Taters!!! Sorry for the icky work stuff.
I second the suggestion of ninjas, Dotty. I’m pretty sure LiLi knows where to get 'em cheap.
Welcome, Arachne! Tell us more about yourself! Also, send chocolate to FCM and beer to swampy, Bobbio and doggio.
So sorry for the messy move out, Pie. (And sorry there wasn’t time when you were in Hilliard - forgot to say that earlier. Maybe next time…)
::waves at taxi and KT::
I got my passport. I think this means I’m really going. It feels like I won the lottery or something. Yay!
More tomorrow when I’m less tired.
GT
Another day, another paycheck :rolleyes: I think the files I have to organize and archive breed like teenagers behind my back…
u canz, but i ated it 
I am from Southeastern MA, am a 3rd semester physics major at UConn, love kittens and horses, have a fiber obsession (it’s not an addiction, I can stop knitting whenever I want, promise!) and have a Mad Engineer for a boyfriend:cite.
Also I have just recently re-embraced my geekyness (Take that High School!)
offers last of dark chocolate stash, but has none of the foamy yeasty stuff
Happy b-day, Taters!
Welcome aboard, Arachne.
Just a quick blurf - off to bathe the child and put her to bed.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. Feelin’ a little less bleah today. Maybe I have survived the bleah. 
Have a good day y’all!
I hope things will get sweeter for Pie soon.
Have a happy year, Taters!
Mom came back from a week in Hell yesterday. She’d been asking me to “take her places,” but
- she always does that
- any plans I make will be wrong
- the wrongness of such plans is pointed to through a mixture of passive-agressive, agressive, guilt-tripping and downright insulting means
- our tastes are different enough that there’s some “places” I’ll never, ever take her. For example, Rome. I refuse to go to Rome and not visit any Roman-empire-period ruins, ok? I’m also not taking her to Paris so she can complain that her feet hurt and that she’s not as young as she used to be and go into neverending moaning about how romantic Paris with Dad could have been if only Dad had had a romantic bone in his whole body which he didn’t (so next time don’t marry an accountant, Mom).
So I need her to actually sit down and make a plan which is acceptable for me, and then I can implement it. After a week in Hell, she was ready.
We’re going to Córdoba next week and to Galicia at the end of July.
I’m back! My ass is sore from being on the motocycle for so long, but it was a fun trip. Lovely weather, lovely scenery. Anyway, I’ll post the rest of my OP tonight, hopefully.
Morning all … up and caffeinating. Happy belated birthday, Taters. I lost a whole day yesterday to not feeling well. :eek: I slept most of the day, so maybe that was what was needed.
Sending good thoughts to Pie and anyone else who needs or wants them. And looking forward to reading more of Haze’s trip report. 
Oh yeah and happy hump day all.
For those of you who are not my facebook friends, let me thoroughly gross/freak most of you out…
Glad to hear that you made it back home safely, Haze.
Hope you’ll feel better today, herbs.
Today is going to be very interesting to say the least. Hopefully all will go well with the gigantic move effort.
I got to sleep in a whole hour today!! And I’ve got an hour before I have to leave for the Dr’s office, tho I do need to shower and dress in that hour.
I was having a bizarro dream that involved a muddy, sandy parking lot, boats, the guy who sits next to me at work, some sort of game, and a shower. The most vivid part was thinking “I can finally take a shower and wash my hair!!” I don’t know if a dream analyst would be challenged, confused, or scared to interpret my sleeping brain…
Ziva is a weird kitteh. She only wants skritches on her terms. Taz will plop in my lap when I’m knitting or climb on my chair when I’m at the computer. But Ziva will run away if I try to pet her when she’s anywhere but on the cat tower or on top of me when I first wake up. She seems to love being petted, but only when she’s ready, dammit! Idiot cat…
So, Dr appt - blood work and follow-up from my physical. So I can’t have breakfast till I’m done there. I will have a lot of water, tho - that makes drawing blood so much easier, and anything I can do to help that process is good. I think I only have one vein that’s accessible. If it collapses, I’m doomed!! :eek:
Anyway, Happy Wednesday, all! Welcome, Arachne! Geeky is good. I wear a piece of flair on my lanyard - a gift from my daughter. I says “Talk Nerdy to Me!” I love it!
Speaking of stuff on my lanyard, in July, I get another length-of-service pin - 35 years!! IlovemyjobIlovemyjobIlovemyjob…
How you doin’? When you dump him, remember me…
Blurf. Didn’t sleep well in part because of fretting (which has gotten manageable since I identified and acknowledged the source of said fretting) and the realization that every single thing I did in the last two hours of work yesterday is going to have to be redone and reboxed tomorrow. At least that means less time I’ll be spending entering statistics into the database.
And now I get ready for another lovely day of Data Entry! Yay the life of a grad assistant is so glamorous!
Good morning!
Last day at work before a loooong weekend. Most of my 'puter problems are fixed, so I can finally get some work done. It blew me away how fast yesterday afternoon flew by!
Update on Blaze: He’s doing much better, and is walking more. No more pee spots on the carpet, either!
Hugs and smooches - gonna do some work now. Go me!
Blurf.
I’m happy, and it filled VWife with some grrrrr. I can now resume playing hero, so I scheduled Firday night and next Saturday night to run on the Bambilance, to VWife’s chagrin. She wanted me to take the whole month off, even though I did not schedule leave, which would have gotten me out of my schedule commitment.
Sorry, I WANNA run, and I’m not about to get into disciplinary problems because you want me to sit on my ass. Besides, I missed 2 good wrecks and a fire because of Frankenfinger the Sequel.
Off to perform (technical) miracles for corporate profit.
I’ve always meant to ask, can you sing and dance? (Hubby’s song: “Can’t sing, can’t dance, so I drive an ambulance”)
Nope, I can’t. :D:D
Morning. I’m caffeinated and off to work. I’ve been tripping over dogs all morning.
Are you sure you don’t work for my employer? The guy next to me has been here for 38 years. It’s crazy - either you burn out in the first week, or you stick around for decades. Tellers are the worst - before we built an automated system that lets branch managers set up new tellers, it was not uncommon to see requests like “Delete ID - User left at lunch and did not return.”
There is a US microfilm collection called the “Do Not File” File. Hoover-era FBI internal memos. I am highly amused by this.
:pHalfway trhough the week, yay!
Is that the same microfilm collection that is mentioned in The Rock?
Not gonna happen any time soon, I’ve got a ring on 'im in everyway but, well, an actual physical ring. There are still some minion spots open, though.