And backwards too, I bet. 
And barefooted? 
ETA: Whooaahh!!! First on 5 without even trying! How good is that?! 
Here I am at my Downtown school, for my 12:30 classes. At least I knew a school in the Loop wasn’t going to cancel because of the stupid weather. It’s barely noon and I’m already exhausted. After this class I’m going to go home and curl up on the sofa and shun the world.
You two code much better than me today.
We didn’t cancel school today, but some districts by us did, the wimps. Sheesh, it’s a little chilly weather is all it is.
Hmmmm… I got a voice mail from a place that wants to interview me for a job. It’s with the state and they wanna see me at 3:30 tomorrow if I am interested. Think I’ll go just to amuse myself if nuttin’ else. Ya never know… right?
Oh and you people, well some of ya, are invading my dreams. Speifically Puggy, Mooooom, LiLi and Gnat, and rigs. Last night I dreamed I was about to paint my living room. The color I had chosen was “dark cinnamon”. I have no idea what that is but in my dream it was just the lurvliest color evah with which to paint a room. Puggy agreed with me. Then, David Hyde Pierce showed up and said the color was ugly and that I should go with his suggestion and paint the room ocher. (That’s actually a color, btw. I did not know that until I looked it up. I remember wakin’ up and thinkin’, ocher? okra? Oprah? 
) Anyway, back to the dream. Puggy got upset with David Hyde Pierce. We had poured some of the lovely “dark cinnamon” into one of those paint tray thingies to look at it. Puggy, in a valiant effort to defend my choice of living room paint colors, picked up the tray thingy and flung paint on David Hyde Pierce. He left to go change his pants, though he should have changed his shirt also cause paint got on it to. Thus endeth David Hyde Pierce’s part of the dream. Then Puggy was going to get started painting (apparently I hired her to paint the room) but instead Mooooom showed up at that time with cake. She told me to go make some coffee. Then LiLi showed up with Gnat and we all oohed and aahed over him and ate cake. We also drank some milk. Maybe I was out of coffee in my dream cause irl, that, like tp, is in plentiful supply at da cave. And my phone rang and it was rigs calling to tell me I had checked out a book from the library by mistake (like, surely you of all people wouldn’t read that ) and that I had to return the book right then because a bunch of people were there waiting to check out that book. Then I woke up
I am troubled that David Hyde Pierce showed up to besmirch my “dark cinnamon”. What have I ever done to him, after all!
I was born and raised in Chicago, and lived there until my early 30s (Hyde Park and then Wrigeyville.) Often I miss it. Today is not one of those times.
Of course ocher’s a color! Remember your Bob Ross, swampy? Ocher was right up there with cadmium yellow and titanium white in the happy-making of trees and clouds!
“Dark cinnamon” sounds like a lovely color. I’m seeing a warm dark reddish brown.
I’m skipping the Wednesday Night Movie tonight. It’s “Mommy Dearest” which will probably give me nightmares anyway. I plan to sleep instead.
I just took a look at where my map pin is actually located…Oddly enough, I have been to Alcatraz a couple of times.
The waiting is killing us! DH is one of two people that survived rounds of resume-weeding (500+ applicants for one position!) and several interviews for a new job. He’s been unemployed for nearly two months. We just have to wait for all of the execs and staff to get their notes together and flip a coin, err, make a decision.
I got some of the information on my CISSP exam and training today, and it was amusing. The implication was that there are people foolish enough to walk into this cold, thinking they can learn “two miles wide and half an inch deep” about information security in a week and pass the 250-question exam. “By reading the book prior to class, you will have a base familiarity with the subject matter and will dramatically improve your chances of success.” Granted, it’s a huge book, but it’s like asking a pre-med student to read the Merck Manual before taking the boards and expecting to pass just on that alone.
Seriously. The roads seemed pretty clear to me. I could understand if it were still snowing, but it’s not.
It’s been awhile since I’ve felt the kind of cold that makes me feel like my face is about to fall off. At least that lets me know I still have a face.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You know, I used to like him but now Niles is on “The List!” Anyway, what does he know! Ocher is sooooooo 20th Century. But that was some darn good cake that mooommm made and gnat is so KEEE-UTE!
Every school in this area closed down. I treated them to pizza toast. I’m not sure the allure to kids, but I liked it as a kid, and so do they.
We made it to the insurance office. I’m glad we gave ourselves an extra fifteen minutes to get there. The roads were super slick, and it was cold enough this morning that the salt wasn’t doing a damn thing. On our trip we saw two cars that had slid off, and one semi. I should have taken pictures of that with the phone though. He’s down in the ditch pretty good, his front tires are buried halfway into the much of the ditch.
But we’ve got insurance on the new house! We went by the house to check out how things were progressing, the dumpster is back, and is about half filled, so they’re moving along. Jim went to the back to see if the septic had been pumped and inspected, couldn’t really tell with all the snow.
By the time we got home our agent had called to tell us that yes, the septic had been inspected and passed. We told him it was just a matter of the lender getting everything written in time, we assume Jim will be signing papers sometime next week.
So we’re edging closer and closer to the closing date! I’m so excited!
Swampy, I’m going to be painting fourteen rooms over the next month or two, if I have dreams about David Hyde Pierce coming in and ordering me around about paint colors, I’ll know who to blame.
I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you passwords.
Aw Spaz, and miss all the yelling about wire hangers? I still do that from time to time. Really sucks when you’re in a room with your ‘peers’ and they have no idea what you’re talking about.
I’m off into town now, the roads are looking better! Though we’re under another winter storm watch for tonight and tomorrow. I feel the sudden need to check on my supplies of milk, eggs, and bread.
I’d say you have a guilty conscience and are hoarding library books instead of returning them on time. I’m watching you, Ursus Terra Wobblus.
Dark cinnamon sounds very nice. And the weird thing is that my bedroom is now sort of ocher–I’d call it a light caramel, but the paint can says “Claire de lun”.
Am freezing cold. Did my manager interview this morning. Need to write it up (not today). Work tomorrow and Friday and Saturday. It’s nice to see the sun again, but really–it could warm up a bit out there. It’s now 62 in my bedroom. I need a nap.
Hazel–guess that new school is all great, eh? Stoopit email person. Grrrr.
I awoke to ice frosting over the INSIDE of my windshield. Interesting, that.
and I was *grateful * for it!
Well, for one thing, you didn’t go to see him on [del]Braodway[/del] (or even) Broadway in Spamalot…
How come I’m never in anyone’s dream? : pout:
Obviously your dream was bogus, swampy. Why would I tell you to make coffee? I can’t stand the stuff!
Got a new job assignment today, so I’ll actually be doing something - yay! It’s supposed to be a fill-in job, but it’s actually going to be it for a while. Until TPTB figure out the future reorg stuff, they seem to be reluctant to give us stuff to do. Some folks have on-going projects, but I was just sorta filling time in anticipation of a job that my never materialize. So I’ll be helping Brad. Your tax $$ at work.
Other than that, nothing much else to share. 'Cept we’re one day closer to Firday. Yay for that anyway.
Rigs, my car has frost on the inside of the windows too. I haven’t had that happen in the last ten years. I’m thinking it has something to do with the winds and if the seals are good.
I know this morning Jim said he had to go in the back door of the Yukon to get in, the doors were frozen shut, and the screen door has ice on the inside now too.
Now I’m all sorts of nervous about painting the new house. I was nervous before. I’ve never had to paint the whole inside of a house before. This house has paneling for the most part, so that was never an issue. I just want the entry, living room, dining room, and kitchen to match. I’ve got all hardwood, except in the kitchen. And all the rooms are fairly open to each other. The kitchen has very dark cabinets, so I can’t go too dark there. Gah!
Ok, I didn’t read that as a car, but a place and stared at “Yukon” for the longest time, puzzled.
I may need more sleep. Or something.
I had a cool dream last night about a family I know. Mom and Dad were getting a divorce, oldest child was in college, and I was painting a poster/billboard type thing with advice on how to cope through. I took frequent breaks from painting and would ride my bike through their basement and around their house.
God knows what it means…
I am annoyed at the Fox site–it keeps freezing so I can’t watch House and I have to reboot the puter–3 times! Forget it.
I’m feeling a bit hormonal now, please bear with my pity post.
I have a friend I met on LJ (and irl) about seven years ago. She was the high school sweetheart of my college boyfriend. Now they’re dating again. She just wrote a “fishing for compliments” post on her journal and my ex (who I taught how to do that thing she likes) commented “all the lines in your face compose the most beautiful symphony” or some treacly shit like that.
Part of me is going “why didn’t he ever say stuff like that to me?” and part is going “when am I ever going to find a guy to say stuff like that to me again?” and part is going “GET A GODDAMNED ROOM!”
I don’t like being a bitter, cynical bitch, but I feel like I have to be for a while to protect myself after the Soap Opera of 2007. I don’t like going out all that much, but it seems like my social life is increasing slowly so maybe that means I’ll meet more guys who will develop admirations for me. I’ve already made it known to most of my buddies that I’m not looking to date right now anyway. I want to finish my degree, leave this town, and start a new life in the mountains where there is access to an SCA and vegans to mock and my gay boyfriend and shorter distances to my family.
I need a stiff drink and a kitty to pet.
{{{Spaz}}}
You won’t be told stuff like that because your skin is young and smooth… no lines on your face yet
And I’ll gladly share a night-cap with you.
Now, off to bed with me…
See, the funny thing is that the woman who posted about her lines is only three months older than me. 
I take great pleasure in that.
I’ll meet you in room 304.