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I’m in the office and I started my day with a surprise - a box of Godivas on my desk! So the chocolate fairy has been here. I have my suspicions… 
I plan to be here maybe 4 or 5 hours today - I’ve got a few things to wrap up before I get knee-deep into a more complex project. And I started the day with an email about the project that took me to Johnstown last month. All of a sudden, the design is too big. :rolleyes: Even tho I specifically asked if I had any size restrictions, even tho I specifically said “Will there be a problem if I extend about an inch from the alternator?” - I didn’t extend that far. Of course, the individual bitching about it has a reputation for trying to make our company look bad, so I’m trying not to take it personally. Idiot.
Well, this isn’t getting my PDFs created and printed.
Happy Thursday!! My sweetie gets home tonight!! 
I suspect there’s an Israeli conspiracy going on around here… 
MOOOOOOM maybe they want it to be a quarter inch wider and in puce instead of chartreuse. Ask 'em.
I was supposed to meet someone downtown today but there’s a snowstorm, so I’m staying here instead. Boourns.
I did considerably less yesterday than I usually do because my leg was hurting.
I just called in and scheduled my ultrasound for their first available which is late morning. My leg is more ouchy today. Damn leg.
In other news, I guess there is no other news until I find out what’s going on.
Bunz, unless you’ve been explicitly instructed not to take it, I would strongly suggest you take 324 mg aspirin (two adult sized). If you have a clot, it will keep it from growing bigger. If you don’t have a clot, it probably won’t hurt anything.
Aspirin and nitroglycerin is the standard first response treatment for heart attacks, BTW.
All this talk of snow reminds me I need to put out the “No Snow” signs. The signs are big snowflakes with a red slash through 'em. That should scare off any stray snow.
My husband just shot me in the butt!
I have to take weekly progesterone shots to prevent premature labor, and let me tell you, a 22 gauge needle going in your backside isn’t too much fun, but it is for the little peanut so I do what I got to do. Thank goodness I have a hubs who is willing to give me the shots.
**Apes **- I’m pretty sure my spousal unit would have no problem shooting me. He’s fascinated by most things medical/surgical - he even watched his own root canal with a mirror! :eek: If he didn’t hate people so much, he’d have made a heck of a surgeon… 
I accomplished what I wanted to do today at work. I’ve verified (and converted as necessary) all completed drawings so that there’s a complete and accurate PDF directory, including updated data cards. And I’ve printed copies of the latest and greatest, even tho no one ever asks to see them. I’ve also reviewed several pending revisions - it looks like I’ve got about 8 or 9 in my queue, tho I’m waiting for the configuration manager to confirm that for me. Once she gives me the go, I’ll put them all on my White Board Of Priority!!! <fanfare>
I’m going to do a little bit of tidying, then head out. I need to get my hair cut and I’ve got to get a bottle of multi-vitamins, since I’ve run out. Then home to make the place presentable for my sweetie’s return. It’s really not too bad, since I cleaned a lot yesterday, but I need to empty the dishwasher, put out fresh towels in the bathroom, and sweep up kitty litter on the stairwell - the cats are pretty messy about wiping their feet on the mat.
And I’m thinking N.O.T. soup for supper. So time to wrap things up here and get in gear.
I’m wondering if there’s a particular reason that it has to be the butt, and not another part of the body, where the needle goes in.
The animules are being uncooperative today.
First my dog goes out and won’t come back in making me late for piddle pup. Piddle pup won’t get off the couch and go outside, she just lays there yawning. Finally get her out and in and fed and then onto caring for HH cat. I have 45 minutes left until I have to login to work, should be plenty of time. Should be.
So I do my stuff with HH cat, who always wants to be petted but sits just out of reach and cries until I stretch out to pet him. I have plenty of time to get home and for the first time in 15 years of watching him, he darts out the door ahead of me. Who knew the old fart could dart?
So I call him and he gives me that yeah screw you look and takes off. I run to get his bag of treats and shake it and he just laughs and runs some more.
The reason I call him the haunted house cat is because he lives in a very old house on about an acre of woods right in the middle of a housing development. If you didn’t know the house was there you’d never see it. Very secluded, very private and an acre of woods and gardens is a lot of area to chase a damn cat. So we run around the house to the back yard, where he pauses to drink from the fish pond and then I rattle the bag some more and he stops and says OH!!! you have treats!!! well okay then!!! I guess I’ll come on over! But he wants to go in the back door, so I had to scoop up his fat ass (and he is a hefty cat) and carry him to the front, where he tried to escape again.
Naught kitty!
All that trouble for one morning and I hadn’t even had breakfast yet.
large easily accessible muscle
it’s got to go deep, the needle is 1.5"
EEEEEEEEEK!!!:eek:
::faints::
::renews I AM NEVER HAVING CHILDREN vow::
Anyone else picturing Mom with the leaf blower; a la Carl Spackler?
Mon - irk from home + Tues - off = I’m all confused as to what day it is. The second day in the orifice doesn’t feel like a Thursday.
Spidey I know. My brain think’s it’s Tuesday. Fortunately for me my brain does understand Firday no matter what so it’ll be like I irked Monday, Tuesday, Firday this week.
I’m home. My hair is cut, but now that I can look at it at my leisure, I’m not impressed with what she did around my neck. I hate having to deal with my hair. Stoopit hair.
I need to find something lunch-like, then get the dishwasher emptied and fold the sheets that I left in the dryer since yesterday. I already got to clean the carpet - Ziva horked up a nice, big hairball with a side of kibbles. Stoopit cat. And now Taz is pestering me for skritches - stoopit other cat.
I won’t be needing a leaf blower. The main mess I have to deal with is a big pile of yarn on the love seat. It needs to go back into the stash. The yarn for the afghan is nice and tidy in a tote bag. So that’s pretty easy. And there are 3 suitcases/totes that need to be put away, but I’ll just set them aside till **FCD **gets back, since they’ll fit nicely in the suitcase he’s using.
So, lunch… what to do for lunch… What am I in the mood to have for lunch? What am I in the mood for that I’ve got in the house? That would be nothing… Stoopit lunch.
Well, given that line about two Jews and three opinions, we may actually have several Jewish conspiracies in the MMP alone…
Ummm.
Hi everyone!