what do you get when you get a virus on your computer.
s-c-r-e-w-e-d.
so i am out of the information superhighway, on the side of it, cooling my heels.
hopefully it'll just be a week.
see you soon.
Aug 27, 2008
Aug 24, 2008
take a photo. it lasts longer.
just some shots from yesterday. the surfers were out en force.
i just loved how this guy's board popped out against all the gray of the day and the ocean.
love sandpipers. spent the better part of an hour chasing them little buggers. they probably thought i was a stalker.i love the beach. have i mentioned i loved my camera, too?
when EZ-Ups attack and try to overthrow their Human Overlords.
when B & i got married, 10 years ago, we were the par-tay king & queen.
before our first anniversary, we had a beach party. later that year, we had a Christmas party...except that, we had friends coming that didn't celebrate Christmas, so we called it a Spirit of the Season party.
i love throwing parties. the cleaning up, not so much.
but for whatever reason, i really, really love throwing Christmas parties. even back in high school, my friends & i were throwing them. we called it the NewMas party. everyone brought a white elephant gift, and at midnight (or close to it) we'd celebrate the new year.
after we got married, we decided every year we'd have a beach party and a Christmas-er, Spirit of the Season par-tay.
then the Husband started working at the Pennysaver and working weird hours that involved Saturdays. parties were out.
but as soon as he got back to a normal schedule, so did our parties.
what's fun about beach parties, is, we here in the OC, surprisingly, we don't have a lot of local beaches with firepits. the closest one is Bolsa Chica.
that charges $10/car to get in.
that had a half mile long line of people yesterday morning waiting to get in when the beach opened @ 6am.
oh good googly moogly.
so yesterday, i was there at 6am. in line. Brendan got there about 7, and we started setting up camp. unloading food. setting up EZ-ups, which, in my opinion, is a completely misnamed product.
we borrowed two from my friend, and with ours, had a complete tent city, with a firepit as the centerpiece.
and, while we were setting up, these two college boys came up, rather chirpily, and asked if we were planning on staying here all day.
yep. we are.
oh. they said. because we needed a fire pit.
oh. i thought. then your butt shoulda been here at 6am. like mine was.
that was before the tornado.
about 3ish, this breeze came up. and when i call it a breeze, i'm being kind.
it was pretty strong. we giggled as a party near us, their EZ-Up tumbled like Shriner clowns.
so you know that old saying about be careful what you laugh at?
i should've remembered that.
one of our EZUps went tumbling. Brendan and i went scrambling after it. then, as we were trying to take it down, EZUp 2 proved how EZ it too can tumble. and also how quickly it can whack my Husband in the back of the neck.
four girls from the camp next to ours came running to help us with EZ killer #2. then, as we got 1 & 2 under control, the third one went for a flight.
at this point, the party, was officially over.
and, like vultures on the African grasslands, they came.
hi - you leaving? cuz we're planning a sweet-16 birthday party for our friend and we don't have a firepit.
again - your butt shoulda been here @ 6am. like i was.
but of course i gave 'em the pit. (and sold my firewood for $10/a pile. i paid $7 for it at the Ralphs. snicker.)
so you see - parties - they're a good thing.
even when EZUps attack.
before our first anniversary, we had a beach party. later that year, we had a Christmas party...except that, we had friends coming that didn't celebrate Christmas, so we called it a Spirit of the Season party.
i love throwing parties. the cleaning up, not so much.
but for whatever reason, i really, really love throwing Christmas parties. even back in high school, my friends & i were throwing them. we called it the NewMas party. everyone brought a white elephant gift, and at midnight (or close to it) we'd celebrate the new year.
after we got married, we decided every year we'd have a beach party and a Christmas-er, Spirit of the Season par-tay.
then the Husband started working at the Pennysaver and working weird hours that involved Saturdays. parties were out.
but as soon as he got back to a normal schedule, so did our parties.
what's fun about beach parties, is, we here in the OC, surprisingly, we don't have a lot of local beaches with firepits. the closest one is Bolsa Chica.
that charges $10/car to get in.
that had a half mile long line of people yesterday morning waiting to get in when the beach opened @ 6am.
oh good googly moogly.
so yesterday, i was there at 6am. in line. Brendan got there about 7, and we started setting up camp. unloading food. setting up EZ-ups, which, in my opinion, is a completely misnamed product.
we borrowed two from my friend, and with ours, had a complete tent city, with a firepit as the centerpiece.
and, while we were setting up, these two college boys came up, rather chirpily, and asked if we were planning on staying here all day.
yep. we are.
oh. they said. because we needed a fire pit.
oh. i thought. then your butt shoulda been here at 6am. like mine was.
that was before the tornado.
about 3ish, this breeze came up. and when i call it a breeze, i'm being kind.
it was pretty strong. we giggled as a party near us, their EZ-Up tumbled like Shriner clowns.
so you know that old saying about be careful what you laugh at?
i should've remembered that.
one of our EZUps went tumbling. Brendan and i went scrambling after it. then, as we were trying to take it down, EZUp 2 proved how EZ it too can tumble. and also how quickly it can whack my Husband in the back of the neck.
four girls from the camp next to ours came running to help us with EZ killer #2. then, as we got 1 & 2 under control, the third one went for a flight.
at this point, the party, was officially over.
and, like vultures on the African grasslands, they came.
hi - you leaving? cuz we're planning a sweet-16 birthday party for our friend and we don't have a firepit.
again - your butt shoulda been here @ 6am. like i was.
but of course i gave 'em the pit. (and sold my firewood for $10/a pile. i paid $7 for it at the Ralphs. snicker.)
so you see - parties - they're a good thing.
even when EZUps attack.
Aug 19, 2008
you know what sucks?
this year.
this year totally sucks big (and small) ones.
it started out with B being unemployed. which went on and on and on.
then his truck was totalled out by the insurance company.
then he finally got a job.
then he got a new car.
yesterday he was put on hiatus.
really? i didn't know you could do that to a person. perhaps a crappy TV show for retooling. but a job?
this year sucks.
now, while neither of us are exactly sure what a job hiatus is, we do know this. the company he works for, their largest client cut their advertising with them by half. so, their knee-jerk reaction was to put B on hold for two weeks.
decorum and respect for my husband prevent sharing my opinion here. but if you know me, and most of you do, you've got a pretty dang good idea what i thought.
and what i still think.
so we'll see what happens - they should know if B stays or is voted off the island by end of next week.
in the meantime, i for one will be glad to kiss off 2008.
and it's only August.
happier posts later.
OK - that was long enough.
the Kindergartener and her mom called me today - and believe me, that call made my day.
the Kindergartener lost her first tooth today - it was sideways, and, when she showed her mom, my sister in law told her to pull it out.
which she did.
ohgoodmoogleygoogley. not a chance in hell i could do that.
so the Tooth Fairy is making a stop in Reno tonight, extracting teeth and leaving a fiver. why a fiver? because the Fairy ran out of cash when the Boyo lost his first tooth and it was either a $5 or a $20.
sometimes, the Fairy needs an assistant.
but, they both know now that, while the Tooth Fairy leaves $5 for the first tooth, every subsequent one only nets $1.
i'm hoping for photos of the toothless wonder. hint, hint, Maureen.
here's hoping tomorrow is a better day.
this year totally sucks big (and small) ones.
it started out with B being unemployed. which went on and on and on.
then his truck was totalled out by the insurance company.
then he finally got a job.
then he got a new car.
yesterday he was put on hiatus.
really? i didn't know you could do that to a person. perhaps a crappy TV show for retooling. but a job?
this year sucks.
now, while neither of us are exactly sure what a job hiatus is, we do know this. the company he works for, their largest client cut their advertising with them by half. so, their knee-jerk reaction was to put B on hold for two weeks.
decorum and respect for my husband prevent sharing my opinion here. but if you know me, and most of you do, you've got a pretty dang good idea what i thought.
and what i still think.
so we'll see what happens - they should know if B stays or is voted off the island by end of next week.
in the meantime, i for one will be glad to kiss off 2008.
and it's only August.
happier posts later.
OK - that was long enough.
the Kindergartener and her mom called me today - and believe me, that call made my day.
the Kindergartener lost her first tooth today - it was sideways, and, when she showed her mom, my sister in law told her to pull it out.
which she did.
ohgoodmoogleygoogley. not a chance in hell i could do that.
so the Tooth Fairy is making a stop in Reno tonight, extracting teeth and leaving a fiver. why a fiver? because the Fairy ran out of cash when the Boyo lost his first tooth and it was either a $5 or a $20.
sometimes, the Fairy needs an assistant.
but, they both know now that, while the Tooth Fairy leaves $5 for the first tooth, every subsequent one only nets $1.
i'm hoping for photos of the toothless wonder. hint, hint, Maureen.
here's hoping tomorrow is a better day.
Aug 16, 2008
now...where were we?
oh yeah. talking about the week.
well, let's just get to the nitty-gritty: two of the cutest kids in Nevada.
this is the kind of photo i can show to a future prom date.
y'know, if i could take pictures like this all the time, i could be happy.
well, let's just get to the nitty-gritty: two of the cutest kids in Nevada.
this is the kind of photo i can show to a future prom date.
ah, Nintendo. where would we be without ye?
we went to swim lessons. gah, but i love taking pictures with a faboo telephoto lens.
then, of course, the first day of school...for kindergarten...
after the teacher brought in the kids, they read this story called "The Kissing Hand," about a raccoon who is scared about starting school, so his momma kisses his hand and tells him that if he gets lonely, he can press his hand (paw?) to his cheek, feel momma's kiss and know he's not along.
i'm actually the one that started sniffling, not Maureen.
and, as the teacher read, the Brand New Kindergartner raised her hand to let the teacher know that 'my mommy says her kisses are permanent.'
she's a pistol, she is.
Maureen & i did lotsa clothes shopping for the Kindergartner - dang, but there's some way super cute girl clothes out there. totally fun to play dress up with a real live doll.
y'know, if i could take pictures like this all the time, i could be happy.
i know. it's kinda dark. but man, it's fun watching kids jump and well, be kids.
i could eat 'em with a spoon.
and, while up there, i would check my work email and see the insanity going on back at home, and i would think 'oh, i do so wish i was there to help out.'
not.
i hated leaving. especially when, on the flight home, we hadn't pushed back from the gate, and it had been about 15 minutes since the attendant had shut the door of the plane.
finally the pilot got on the intercom and, apologizing for the hangup, says 'sorry for the hold up, folks, seems that *chuckle* we forgot to file a flight plan. but, we're all settled and should be pushing back shortly.'
you forgot to file a flight plan? the Husband almost wet himself laughing.
'why didn't he just walk down the aisle of the plane reading How to Fly a Plane?' he said.
why indeed. it's why i love flying.
but with these two, it's dang good reasons to keep getting on that plane.
Aug 14, 2008
mercy!
i'm home.
i had a faboo time.
but i came home, went back to work and walked right in the middle of a firestorm.
so i'm sorry, but no update today. hang on - tomorrow's coming, and so much to share.
like the pilot that 'forgot' to file a flight plan.
that oughta whet yer appetite.
i had a faboo time.
but i came home, went back to work and walked right in the middle of a firestorm.
so i'm sorry, but no update today. hang on - tomorrow's coming, and so much to share.
like the pilot that 'forgot' to file a flight plan.
that oughta whet yer appetite.
Aug 6, 2008
it's so shiny!
the OC Fair closed on Sunday - and with it my hopes and dreams of being an award-winning photographer.
man. am i a drama queen or what?
let's face it: after my last visit to the Fair and checking out all the photos, i'm making a mental list of what i may want to enter next year. but first, i gotta get this year's entry.
yesterday was pick-up day at the Fair, and they were pretty dang clear: pick up yer stuff or risk it becoming landfill fodder.
pretty dang clear, dontcha think?
so i drove down - and man, they made the pick-up process easy-peasy-lemon-squeezey.
when i got there, a very nice lady looked at my claim check and asked me if i knew where i was at...which i did. she escorted me over to it, pulled it off the wall, then we walked over to a table where i got a shiny new 'accepted for exhibition' baby blue ribbon.
and thus endeth my photography foire for the Fair.
just wait till next year.
in other news...
as Jacqui will attest - it's humid here lately. (so, Kenny, when i got your email about summertime in Mississippi, i giggled. then i went outside and realized that Mississippi got transferred to Cal-ee-forn-i-a.
and since it's so dang humid, you cannot sleep. unless you have central air.
which i don't.
and if you have a bed thrasher for a mate, which i do, it makes it even more fun.
which is why i'm up at this unearthly hour.
i foresee a Starbucks in my immediate future.
i also foresee a trip to the airport today. i'll be out of the state for a week, heading up to Reno to take lotsa photos and share with my sister-in-law when her baby starts kindergarten next Monday.
the jury's still out as to who will cry first.
i may post from the road, but don't be upset if i don't. see you next week.
man. am i a drama queen or what?
let's face it: after my last visit to the Fair and checking out all the photos, i'm making a mental list of what i may want to enter next year. but first, i gotta get this year's entry.
yesterday was pick-up day at the Fair, and they were pretty dang clear: pick up yer stuff or risk it becoming landfill fodder.
pretty dang clear, dontcha think?
so i drove down - and man, they made the pick-up process easy-peasy-lemon-squeezey.
when i got there, a very nice lady looked at my claim check and asked me if i knew where i was at...which i did. she escorted me over to it, pulled it off the wall, then we walked over to a table where i got a shiny new 'accepted for exhibition' baby blue ribbon.
and thus endeth my photography foire for the Fair.
just wait till next year.
in other news...
as Jacqui will attest - it's humid here lately. (so, Kenny, when i got your email about summertime in Mississippi, i giggled. then i went outside and realized that Mississippi got transferred to Cal-ee-forn-i-a.
and since it's so dang humid, you cannot sleep. unless you have central air.
which i don't.
and if you have a bed thrasher for a mate, which i do, it makes it even more fun.
which is why i'm up at this unearthly hour.
i foresee a Starbucks in my immediate future.
i also foresee a trip to the airport today. i'll be out of the state for a week, heading up to Reno to take lotsa photos and share with my sister-in-law when her baby starts kindergarten next Monday.
the jury's still out as to who will cry first.
i may post from the road, but don't be upset if i don't. see you next week.
Aug 4, 2008
WARNING: the following post is filled with crankiness!
hi - i'm valerie, and i'm cranky.
not just a little cranky, but full-blown nuclear piss-a-rama cranky.
and i'm loving it.
usually, i really try to put on a brave face. no one likes to be around Miss CrankyPants, or Mr. Midol, either for that matter, and so, i really try hard to be pleasant.
not today, kids. not at all.
what got me started? hormones, mostly. work is getting weirder and there's not enough Twix bars, wine, ice cream and brownies in the universe to make things better.
then i catch sight of my butt in the mirror and realize that Weight Watchers & i have got to get reacquainted.
so i tried hard to not talk to anyone today. keep my head down, work, work, work. if i can't see you, you can't see me.
hey - it worked when i was a kid.
so on my way to lunch, i ended up talking to someone.
horrors!!
and she complimented me on my hair color.
horror of horrors!!
OK, i'm not totally psychotic. i appreciate a complement. heck, i even appreciate two compliments. three or more, and well, i'm in Nirvana and am unable to form coherent
words together.
which isn't different than any other day.
back to my story.
after i was complimented on my hair color, i mentioned that the Husband said (just the other day, as a matter of fact) he preferred me as a redhead.
i have no issues with it, i liked being a redhead! but i saw a photo of myself (also being about 15 pounds heavier, you can totally see it in my face) with the red hair and dang if that just isn't a good color for me.
so the woman i was talking to, who might have been a touch hormonal herself, says, 'oh, you know men! they cannot stand having other people notice that their women look good. they want you to look good for them, just not for anyone else.'
huh?
suddenly, i was transported back to junior high, when Crazy Auntie Kay told me to only go to male hairdressers. female ones apparently don't want other women to look good, but men are OK with helping us to look goooood.
and no, i'm not sure how that logic works if the hairdresser, um...bats for the other team.
so my crank-o-meter went off the charts. come on, what's next? all women are bad at math?
that we are better/worse drivers than men?
next thing you know, we'll need to be barefoot and pregnant 24/7/365.
like i said, i'm a bit testy.
and i'm thinking that idea i once had to be a hermit, living in the mountains (or what passes for mountains 'round here) and yelling for all the damn kids to git off mah lawn.
except that if i'm a hermit, there won't be any kids on my lawn.
dammit. now i'm cranky. again.
not just a little cranky, but full-blown nuclear piss-a-rama cranky.
and i'm loving it.
usually, i really try to put on a brave face. no one likes to be around Miss CrankyPants, or Mr. Midol, either for that matter, and so, i really try hard to be pleasant.
not today, kids. not at all.
what got me started? hormones, mostly. work is getting weirder and there's not enough Twix bars, wine, ice cream and brownies in the universe to make things better.
then i catch sight of my butt in the mirror and realize that Weight Watchers & i have got to get reacquainted.
so i tried hard to not talk to anyone today. keep my head down, work, work, work. if i can't see you, you can't see me.
hey - it worked when i was a kid.
so on my way to lunch, i ended up talking to someone.
horrors!!
and she complimented me on my hair color.
horror of horrors!!
OK, i'm not totally psychotic. i appreciate a complement. heck, i even appreciate two compliments. three or more, and well, i'm in Nirvana and am unable to form coherent
words together.
which isn't different than any other day.
back to my story.
after i was complimented on my hair color, i mentioned that the Husband said (just the other day, as a matter of fact) he preferred me as a redhead.
i have no issues with it, i liked being a redhead! but i saw a photo of myself (also being about 15 pounds heavier, you can totally see it in my face) with the red hair and dang if that just isn't a good color for me.
so the woman i was talking to, who might have been a touch hormonal herself, says, 'oh, you know men! they cannot stand having other people notice that their women look good. they want you to look good for them, just not for anyone else.'
huh?
suddenly, i was transported back to junior high, when Crazy Auntie Kay told me to only go to male hairdressers. female ones apparently don't want other women to look good, but men are OK with helping us to look goooood.
and no, i'm not sure how that logic works if the hairdresser, um...bats for the other team.
so my crank-o-meter went off the charts. come on, what's next? all women are bad at math?
that we are better/worse drivers than men?
next thing you know, we'll need to be barefoot and pregnant 24/7/365.
like i said, i'm a bit testy.
and i'm thinking that idea i once had to be a hermit, living in the mountains (or what passes for mountains 'round here) and yelling for all the damn kids to git off mah lawn.
except that if i'm a hermit, there won't be any kids on my lawn.
dammit. now i'm cranky. again.
Jul 29, 2008
did you feel that?
i hate panic.
studies show that in times of crisis or emergency, panic kills more people than the actual catastrophe.
and i work with panickers.
lucky me.
and, living in an area with more cracks than a crackhouse, well...
cracks. not buttcracks. earthcracks. them edge-em-u-cated folks calls 'em faults. i's calls 'em reason to par-tay.
no, not really.
but at 11:42 today, we had ourselves a little episode. only a 5.8 on the Richter scale.
pftttttt. call me when it reaches 6.
don't get me wrong, i do hate earthquakes, but i cannot STAND it when people panic. because in their panic, they will do something stupid that could kill them...and me, too.
so there you go. just a little shaker that was really hard, at least at my work. we lost a good section of tiles from our ceiling, and to be on the safe side, they sent us home.
and i did.
no damage, except to the cat. he was pissed.
just so you know, the whole earthquake is probably my fault. you see, i had emailed April last week about a chick i know that i've been butting heads with (i know, hard to believe i can't get along with people). i said to April that this look i got was the same as if i had farted in the Vatican.
therefore - the earthquake is my fault.
but - everyone i care about is OK, some more shaken than others, but no damage, surprisingly.
except that the news stations with their continuous coverage are losing their minds.
because nothing really was damaged. no freeways collapsed. nothing to see here, move along.
hey - what if they threw an earthquake & no one came? a TV news nightmare.
and all because i passed gas.
moving on to today's regularly scheduled post.
on the morning news today, there was a story about a man who had invested his life's savings into opening a rather trendy (read: EXPENSIVE) clothing boutique in West Hollywood.
he'd been opened maybe two weeks, and sometime last night, was broken into and robbed.
cleaned out.
every article of clothing - gone. they even took the Swiffer.
come on, guys; you took the Swiffer? what are you gonna do, sell that out of the back of your car with the clothes?
*hmmmph*
but - they left the hangers.
hangers? dudes.
it did, though, remind me of something that happen when i was a kid.
i had watched Dragnet - not sure if was a rerun or not, but Our Man Sgt. Joe Friday was called out to a clothing boutique that had been the victim of a grab and go. the criminals had run in, grabbed hangers of clothing off the shelves and run like hell.
Sgt. Friday was his usual sympathetic self. he told the owner that what she should do is to arrange the hangers with the loops going inside and outside the bar on the roundabout. that way, if she were to be robbed again, the criminals wouldn't get nearly as many of the goods.
my seven year old self thought that was a great idea. so good in fact, that i decided to do that in my own closet.
because, you know, there was a string of home invasion robberies back in the late 60s, early 70s, where the perps were stealing little kids clothing from their closets.
goes along with the vampires that lived under my bed.
needless to say, my crazy auntie Kay completely lost her mind, trying to fix my closet the way it should be, as well as trying to explain to me how i wasn't really a candidate for clothing thieves.
so there you have it. i'm not only responsible for today's earthquake, but for my great aunt's mental illness.
watch it - i might affect you the same way.
studies show that in times of crisis or emergency, panic kills more people than the actual catastrophe.
and i work with panickers.
lucky me.
and, living in an area with more cracks than a crackhouse, well...
cracks. not buttcracks. earthcracks. them edge-em-u-cated folks calls 'em faults. i's calls 'em reason to par-tay.
no, not really.
but at 11:42 today, we had ourselves a little episode. only a 5.8 on the Richter scale.
pftttttt. call me when it reaches 6.
don't get me wrong, i do hate earthquakes, but i cannot STAND it when people panic. because in their panic, they will do something stupid that could kill them...and me, too.
so there you go. just a little shaker that was really hard, at least at my work. we lost a good section of tiles from our ceiling, and to be on the safe side, they sent us home.
and i did.
no damage, except to the cat. he was pissed.
just so you know, the whole earthquake is probably my fault. you see, i had emailed April last week about a chick i know that i've been butting heads with (i know, hard to believe i can't get along with people). i said to April that this look i got was the same as if i had farted in the Vatican.
therefore - the earthquake is my fault.
but - everyone i care about is OK, some more shaken than others, but no damage, surprisingly.
except that the news stations with their continuous coverage are losing their minds.
because nothing really was damaged. no freeways collapsed. nothing to see here, move along.
hey - what if they threw an earthquake & no one came? a TV news nightmare.
and all because i passed gas.
moving on to today's regularly scheduled post.
on the morning news today, there was a story about a man who had invested his life's savings into opening a rather trendy (read: EXPENSIVE) clothing boutique in West Hollywood.
he'd been opened maybe two weeks, and sometime last night, was broken into and robbed.
cleaned out.
every article of clothing - gone. they even took the Swiffer.
come on, guys; you took the Swiffer? what are you gonna do, sell that out of the back of your car with the clothes?
*hmmmph*
but - they left the hangers.
hangers? dudes.
it did, though, remind me of something that happen when i was a kid.
i had watched Dragnet - not sure if was a rerun or not, but Our Man Sgt. Joe Friday was called out to a clothing boutique that had been the victim of a grab and go. the criminals had run in, grabbed hangers of clothing off the shelves and run like hell.
Sgt. Friday was his usual sympathetic self. he told the owner that what she should do is to arrange the hangers with the loops going inside and outside the bar on the roundabout. that way, if she were to be robbed again, the criminals wouldn't get nearly as many of the goods.
my seven year old self thought that was a great idea. so good in fact, that i decided to do that in my own closet.
because, you know, there was a string of home invasion robberies back in the late 60s, early 70s, where the perps were stealing little kids clothing from their closets.
goes along with the vampires that lived under my bed.
needless to say, my crazy auntie Kay completely lost her mind, trying to fix my closet the way it should be, as well as trying to explain to me how i wasn't really a candidate for clothing thieves.
so there you have it. i'm not only responsible for today's earthquake, but for my great aunt's mental illness.
watch it - i might affect you the same way.
Jul 27, 2008
cheers & jeers
remember that from TV Guide? (or actually they DO still run it, whatever) the reviewer would cheer & jeer (duh) the best and worst of TV that week.
once again, art imitates life.
Cheers:
Mike's is having a 50% off sale on their Cricut cartridges.
Jeers:
they won't have anything i want, just what i do have.
Cheers:
the Cricut.
Jeers:
oooops. i've been calling it a cree-cut. found out it's really cricket. d'oh.
Cheers:
the price of gas is coming down a little here under the Smogberry Trees.
Jeers:
dagnabbit, it's still over $4/gallon
Cheers:
i survived the layoffs at work.
Jeers:
rumor is, there's another one possibly coming down the pike, but this one will be company wide.
hey - we're bleeding money, i guess you gotta do something to stop it. and dang it, the severance package now won't be nearly as generous as this last one. time for me to get my sign made up 'Vietnam Vet, Homeless, God Bless,' and find my space on the freeway's off ramp.
Cheers:
B's new car - sweet.
Jeers:
car payments. less than sweet.
Cheers:
OPI's Russian Navy nail polish. it's blue, it's purple, it's dark.
Jeers:
what they charge for pedicures hereabouts.
Cheers:
got laundry done today - and early, too.
Jeers:
the dang battery in my car died at the laundromat. off to Kragen for a new one. aren't cars fun?
Cheers:
Fudgcicles.
Jeers:
what, are you crazy? even with Weight Watchers, i ain't bagging on the 'cicle.
Cheers:
in 9 days, i'll be off to Reno. oh dang. gotta see people i love and take pictures of them.
Jeers:
besides the joy of airport security, there ARE no jeers.
Cheers:
i still love the camera. and yes, i AM picking photos now that i want to enter in the fair next year.
Jeers:
have you priced a macro lens for one of these babies? geeeeeeeeezzzzz. i'm thinking of selling a kidney to finance it.
Cheers:
BBQing steaks on the patio.
Jeers:
the downstairs neighbor, Dickey McPooPooHead, had a tantrum when we were starting the coals because we had embers popping. and this with Brendan standing there with the lid over the coals, trying to keep the popping down. apparently we were also BBQing the neighbor's cat.
Mr. McPooPooHead was truly like a four year old having a temper tantrum, who yelled at Brendan, then slammed the door to his apartment. he has since avoided us like the plague.
wait...that could really be considered a cheer.
p.s. - the cat is fine.
once again, art imitates life.
Cheers:
Mike's is having a 50% off sale on their Cricut cartridges.
Jeers:
they won't have anything i want, just what i do have.
Cheers:
the Cricut.
Jeers:
oooops. i've been calling it a cree-cut. found out it's really cricket. d'oh.
Cheers:
the price of gas is coming down a little here under the Smogberry Trees.
Jeers:
dagnabbit, it's still over $4/gallon
Cheers:
i survived the layoffs at work.
Jeers:
rumor is, there's another one possibly coming down the pike, but this one will be company wide.
hey - we're bleeding money, i guess you gotta do something to stop it. and dang it, the severance package now won't be nearly as generous as this last one. time for me to get my sign made up 'Vietnam Vet, Homeless, God Bless,' and find my space on the freeway's off ramp.
Cheers:
B's new car - sweet.
Jeers:
car payments. less than sweet.
Cheers:
OPI's Russian Navy nail polish. it's blue, it's purple, it's dark.
Jeers:
what they charge for pedicures hereabouts.
Cheers:
got laundry done today - and early, too.
Jeers:
the dang battery in my car died at the laundromat. off to Kragen for a new one. aren't cars fun?
Cheers:
Fudgcicles.
Jeers:
what, are you crazy? even with Weight Watchers, i ain't bagging on the 'cicle.
Cheers:
in 9 days, i'll be off to Reno. oh dang. gotta see people i love and take pictures of them.
Jeers:
besides the joy of airport security, there ARE no jeers.
Cheers:
i still love the camera. and yes, i AM picking photos now that i want to enter in the fair next year.
Jeers:
have you priced a macro lens for one of these babies? geeeeeeeeezzzzz. i'm thinking of selling a kidney to finance it.
Cheers:
BBQing steaks on the patio.
Jeers:
the downstairs neighbor, Dickey McPooPooHead, had a tantrum when we were starting the coals because we had embers popping. and this with Brendan standing there with the lid over the coals, trying to keep the popping down. apparently we were also BBQing the neighbor's cat.
Mr. McPooPooHead was truly like a four year old having a temper tantrum, who yelled at Brendan, then slammed the door to his apartment. he has since avoided us like the plague.
wait...that could really be considered a cheer.
p.s. - the cat is fine.
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