Well, I’ve never lived in any part of NY…I guess I don’t get to come to the party. 
I grew up kinda near Chi-town myself, and I currently live near Bean-town.
As I was typing this, I started thinking…Where do cities get their nicknames? Chi-town, Bean-town, et al. Might make an interesting OP sometime.
fcm, I’m looking forward to a RL meeting. 
As far as kitteh is concerned, how about Spot? Okay, or not. He does look like a Leo.
My solution to the Heinz dilemma is to call Channel Nine’s Consumer Advocate. 
Today is supposed to be our last warm-weather day before the front comes through. It doesn’t look like the temp is going to drop all that far…more seasonal seventies. I can live with that.
rigs, if you find a hair site, let me know. I’m about ready to do a Brit Buzz myself.
Tupug
Oops missed the Edit time limit to add this to my last post…
Rigs – You can probably just tell your stylist what you want and let her work her magic. Your desires don’t sound complicated at all. Whenever I go (about every year and a half), I have a set of instructions that I give my stylist, but I pretty much let her do her thing. It works pretty well. It’s must less stressful for me than looking through tons of books of people with mohawked, hot rolled and/or curled to within an inch of its life hair. It’s too crazy for me. I’m not willing to go through all of that. I want to be able to wear it down on in a pony tail until it grows long enough to be donated again.
Back from jury duty. The State’s attorney for our county just loooooooooves to hear himself talk. You dare not ask a simple question, for he will take you back to the origins of juris prudence. And he’s an idiot. He may know the law, but he is a lousy communicator.
Oh well - 2 more jury days to go.
Off to do my valentines! MWAH!!
This day in history, I got my new project! In Bilbao, the minus is that I replace someone who needs to leave for family reasons, the plus is that I like the agent and the agency isn’t just a meat-seller, they have their own projects as well.
I’ve heard my grandma argue about things that happened in the '60s dating them as “no, it wasn’t 65, because it was the year before it snowed, and it was in 67 that it snowed, I remember because my granddaughters were both born in 68! So it was in 66, not 65!” It snowed again in '84 and again on March 5th, 1993, when I was in my last year of college and we were let out after second hour because not even the teachers could pay attention to the subject. I got pics of snowed-on palm trees. This is in Barcelona, the rest of the family ancestors are from places where it snows every year.
My Lenten resolution for this year is, no Dope at work. Which wouldn’t even have made sense until this morning!
Gah! You’re such a tease! You got me hanging on a limb here. The question is . . . why?
Are women more creative? Are men unable to think outside the box? Does it just hold true for this dilemma or is it true for most moral dilemmas? Are men black/white thinkers as compared to women?
Or are men just dumb?*
(btw, I liked Mamatigs answer. . . very true)
*just had to throw that in 
Valentines are done. Go me.
Great Job FCM!!!
Well, work’s finally a little less stressful here today. It’s looking like next Monday’s going to be a bitch, but if I get through that, it should be smooth sailing for a while. I think I can handle it. Maybe.
I really hate that the unpredictable nature of my job means that it’s hard to get involved in groups or organizations outside of work. For a while the long days were always on Mondays so I thought I could join a church committee that met on any day other than Monday. But now the schedule’s shifting and in some ways it should get better because there should be fewer really long days but now they could fall on any day of the week. So that kinda sucks.
I’m not sure whether I should ask to be moved to a less volatile set of tasks or if I should see how these changes pan out. I like that I’m the subject area expert on this stuff. But I don’t like that it’s so time consuming sometimes. It’s nice that some folks here don’t have lives and don’t care if they get stuck here until all hours of the night. But some of us want to go home and do other things. And I’m really kinda pissed right now that one of the people who doesn’t mind staying late was just like “oh, we don’t need an extra day to do this stuff… it should be just fine on Monday and you guys can stay late and get it done if necessary.” Yes, there is some extra money to be made by waiting until Monday to start on this stuff (instead of starting Friday), but is it enough to justify the stress that it puts on those of us who have to work a really long day? Is this job worth all this stress that these stupid long Mondays put on me? It’s not like being a starting lawyer and knowing you have to work really long hours to make partner. I’m working really long hours in the hopes that someday down the road I might become “Senior Analyst” instead of “Analyst.” Big whoop. It’s not like that’s going to lead to a six-figure income or anything. But I don’t know if I’m just being whiny and I should suck it up and “be a team player” or if having to stay late roughly weekly is more than they should expect from low-level employees. I probably could (eventually) find a job that was a 40-hour-a-week position, but it’d pay less, and I really do like what I do… or I would if I could finish it by 5 on a regular basis. I don’t know what to do.
Sorry for the long, self-pitying, whiny rant. I know part of this is post-move stress. But I haven’t even had time to work on getting unpacked after work because I’m so exhausted by the time I get home. So I can’t get out of the stressed-from-the-mess-at-home phase and get to where I feel more productive. Bleh.
Having been part of Stage III Testing of a drug up for FDA approval, I agree completely.
Peter’s got very sensitive dry skin and it gets irritated very easily. Washing him in blue Dawn dish soap about once a month (great pet shampoo) keeps his coat shiny and healthy. Keeps bugs off, too.
Gotta switch desks, more later.
It is Wednesday. Yay!
Another crazy week is flying by. Nothing else to add other than pretty kitty!
Looks like the rain has started. Which means I’ll be closing the windows soon. Good-bye, sneak preview of spring. <sigh>
One thing I especially like about our new kitteh - he doesn’t mind being held. Brandy would fight to escape if you were lucky enough to pick her up. This guy just goes along for the ride. yay!
Valentines are out of my hands and in the hands of the Israeli Postal Service. Og help us all… :eek:
**Nava **-- congrats on the new job!! Yay Nava! But boo on your lent resolution
Am back from hairstylist and $175 poorer. You can’t really see it well, but here is my new haircut:
It has lots of layers in the back. It can’t decide whether to be curly or styled because it is snowing like hell out there and I had to leave the building to get home. I probably won’t flatiron it very much (just smooth it), but the curls should “behave” a bit better now. She blew it dry. I think I wish I had more layers on the left side of my head, but I’ll have to live it with for a bit first before I make a final decision.
I like it. I feel more grown up and more in charge of my hair. God, shut up about the hair already!
Off to shovel snow soon. It’ll feel good to get some exercise.
::drive by::
Don’t even have time to read.
It’s been an extremely emotional day here.
Ooh, new 'do looks great on you, Rigs!
So glad that this day is over - I don’t know if it was the power of the optometrist’s telling me how off my current glasses prescription is or what, but my head and eyes have been hurting most of the day. Or it could be all the sick folks in my dang office, GAH! Two more days until Firday, woo hoo.
I’m so jealous of that Bengal, FCM; he really sounds like a cool guy. Except maybe for the tendancy to knock things down! LOL
Tomorrow is my daughter’s 26th birthday :eek: does that make me feel old! There will be cake and ice cream, I think.
Valentines will be done tonight or tomorrow, and in the mail by Friday, hopefully.
I like the new 'do, rigs!
So today after my morning classes I began my journey back to the city for my third class. This involves taking two buses and the subway. Unfortunately the first bus was late, which meant I missed the second bus. And it’s snowing like the world is about to end in ice. Like the snow hitting your face HURTS. I couldn’t stand to lift my head more than 5 seconds at a time before I felt like the skin was being flayed from my cheeks. I had to wait 20 minutes for the next bus. Then I was so tired I fell asleep and woke up when the bus was … I really have no idea. In a panic I got off only to find myself in the middle of completely unfamiliar suburbia. I called the school to tell them that sorry but there was no way I was getting there in time today. Then I ducked into a nearby Dunkin Donuts and asked them to tell me where I was. They probably thought I was insane. Somehow I managed to get on another bus back to the city, and then I just came straight home and collapsed on the couch.
Damn, this is a pretty hardcore snowstorm. Wonder how long it’s planning to last.
That damned cat knocked about 15 years off my life!!! I went looking to him when it was time for wet food, and I couldn’t find him. He wasn’t under either bed, or in either closet, or in either bathroom, or on any high furniture… I went looking in the basement, and I saw a pile of 4X4s knocked over, and I was terrified I’d find a squoosed cat under it. I walked all over the house, shaking the little can of treats that usually brings him running. I checked the screens on the windows that were open to be sure they were intact.
Finally, I went back downstairs into the big storage closet where Brandy used to hide. I called, and saw a furry head poking out from the top shelf. Stoopit cat! So I shooshed him back upstairs and gave him his wet food.
I know it sounds like I overreacted, but I’m the one who found our grey and white cat when he died, and I’m the one who found Brandy paralyzed in the basement. I did not want to find another dead or dying cat.
Stoopit cat.
I’m off to get supper - **FCD ** was way late leave work, so PapaJohn is cooking.
Stoopit cat.
Is Nava giving up the interweb for Lent? Best Friend just phoned and reminded me it was Ash Wednesday today. :smack: There’s a large snowstorm here, so no chance of getting to church.
Hello to everyone, I’m still alive! Love you all!
Thanks for compliments, guys. Now it looks like a mess. :rolleyes:
Whereas **Hazel **was stuck in this snow this morning, we are getting it now. It started about 1pm and has just been snowing harder and harder since then. I shoveled, thereby ruining my new do. (grrr). I was soaking wet when I came back in. This is heart-attack snow–heavy, wet and hard to move. I shoveled too soon, but wanted to at least get some of it off.
Pot roast is in the oven. I managed to read a chapter for class. I’l rest on that laurel…