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Sunday, September 28, 2003
Friday, September 26, 2003
It's that time of year; mid-year self-assessments at work. I have one thing to say about that;
Self-assessments suck ass.
Self-assessments suck ass.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Clint Eastwood has a new movie coming out in October: Mystic River, which stars Kevin Bacon, Sean Penn, Tim Robbins, Laurence Fishburne, Marcia Gay Harden and Laura Linney.
Monday, September 22, 2003
What this means to me besides being strapped to my laptop is that I can watch some television as I'm getting my work done. It beats sitting in my cubicle and being interrupted throughout the day. I get more work done @ home than @ work. Then, I can take a break and do some bloggin'...heh
There's nothing as great as laughing my ass off alone in my apartment as I'm watching television. Today, I was entertained by Ms. Lucille Ball on the "I Love Lucy" Show. It's the episode where she is the Vitameatavegamin Girl doing a commercial selling a vitamin tonic. The only thing is that it had 23% alcohol in it. The episode is a classic.
"It's tasty too. Just like candy."
After that, the movie, "Big Trouble in Little China" aired. Great humorous movie with some kung fu action. It's Kurt Russell at his corniest.
"It's all in the reflexes. . ."
There's nothing as great as laughing my ass off alone in my apartment as I'm watching television. Today, I was entertained by Ms. Lucille Ball on the "I Love Lucy" Show. It's the episode where she is the Vitameatavegamin Girl doing a commercial selling a vitamin tonic. The only thing is that it had 23% alcohol in it. The episode is a classic.
"It's tasty too. Just like candy."
After that, the movie, "Big Trouble in Little China" aired. Great humorous movie with some kung fu action. It's Kurt Russell at his corniest.
"It's all in the reflexes. . ."
Sunday, September 21, 2003
Another work week looms on the horizon (crap!).
I wish my sabbatical was here already. Where I work, we get a 2-month sabbatical with pay after you've worked there for seven years. We also become fully vested. At my age, I should really be more excited about the "fully vested" part, but really, it's the sabbatical that causes me to think "happy feet" thoughts. After Jan 1st, I have three years to go and I'll make the 7-year mark.
Of course, lots can happen from now to then, but right now "happy feet" thoughts reign in Kernyen Land.
Oh. I forgot; tomorrow is Monday.
::: "happy feet" thoughts die ::::
I wish my sabbatical was here already. Where I work, we get a 2-month sabbatical with pay after you've worked there for seven years. We also become fully vested. At my age, I should really be more excited about the "fully vested" part, but really, it's the sabbatical that causes me to think "happy feet" thoughts. After Jan 1st, I have three years to go and I'll make the 7-year mark.
Of course, lots can happen from now to then, but right now "happy feet" thoughts reign in Kernyen Land.
Oh. I forgot; tomorrow is Monday.
::: "happy feet" thoughts die ::::
Friday, September 19, 2003
Breakfast
Yummm....As I sit here at my laptoppy @ work, I am enjoying some nice greasy tator tots and bacon....and what a fine combo they are I think to myself as I sip my ever-so-delicious-coffee. Wistfully, I throw away my empty foam bowl already missing my yummy breakfast.
That's when I notice the plastic fork - unused.
Did I just eat all that without a utensil??
I am a p-i-g HAWG!
::: grins :::
Yummm....As I sit here at my laptoppy @ work, I am enjoying some nice greasy tator tots and bacon....and what a fine combo they are I think to myself as I sip my ever-so-delicious-coffee. Wistfully, I throw away my empty foam bowl already missing my yummy breakfast.
That's when I notice the plastic fork - unused.
Did I just eat all that without a utensil??
I am a p-i-g HAWG!
::: grins :::
Thursday, September 18, 2003
The Rock
Remember Charlie Brown at Halloween, how he always got a rock when he went trick-or-treating?
Hallo. I'm the female version.
You be da judge (I've taken the liberty of listing a few of the many, many "rock" moments in my life).
It seems that the lady with the big tall hair always chooses to sit in front of me @ the movie theater. And, it ain't a simple process when she does. First, she stands in the row deciding which seat she is going to sit on while I am fervently praying under my breath, "Puhlease don't choose that seat!" Well, needless to say, you know which seat her ass chooses.
One time, my sister, my step-mom and I went shopping and this radio station happened be at the mall doing a promo. They had this jar where pieces of folded papers were kept. So folks would reach in the jar and take one and whatever item was written on the paper, that person would receive it. Well, my sister received a cassette tape while my step-mom received a tee-shirt. When it was my turn, I reached in, got my piece of paper and unfolded it. "Nothing," it read. Surely, this wasn't right, so I showed it to the guy at the table. "Yeah, he said, "That means you get nothing." Now what kind of promotion is that, I ask you??
Taa-daa! I can stand in line at any vending machine and when it's my turn to put my money in for a snack, the machine goes on strike stealing my money and refusing to give me a damned snack! Or, my treat gets hung up on those funny stupid loop things.
Drove about two hours to an amusement park only to discover that it was closed (don't ask). Of course, my family will never let me live this one down; they call it the WallyWorld Experience (remember National Lampoon's Family Vacation?).
I have been known to have Charlie Brown Christmas trees (yanno, they don't look that way at the lot; how come they change when I get 'em in my apartment?).
Hey, I'm the person that ends up at the end of the line of the human whip when we all go ice skating. Oh yeah, whip me into the plexi glass - I can take it....Koo, koo, koo. . .
Once during a kick ball game, I had my sister, brother and my cousins chase after me when I took off with the ball. I ran like hell laughing my head off while they ran after me in hot pursuit. I just barely made it into the house where I immediately locked them out and proceeded to laugh and gloat at them through the glass door - I even made faces at them. I was pouring it on thick believing I had the last laugh. I lifted my knee to slap it with glee and instead ended up shoving it through the glass door with glee. Priceless, you say? Priceless, my ass - I ended up with stitches.
Look, if there is dog poo, I'll be there - steppin' right in it and if there is a tree on the bike path, I'll ride right into it
And, to answer the burning question of the moment:
NO, I do not have supplemental insurance.
Remember Charlie Brown at Halloween, how he always got a rock when he went trick-or-treating?
Hallo. I'm the female version.
You be da judge (I've taken the liberty of listing a few of the many, many "rock" moments in my life).
It seems that the lady with the big tall hair always chooses to sit in front of me @ the movie theater. And, it ain't a simple process when she does. First, she stands in the row deciding which seat she is going to sit on while I am fervently praying under my breath, "Puhlease don't choose that seat!" Well, needless to say, you know which seat her ass chooses.
One time, my sister, my step-mom and I went shopping and this radio station happened be at the mall doing a promo. They had this jar where pieces of folded papers were kept. So folks would reach in the jar and take one and whatever item was written on the paper, that person would receive it. Well, my sister received a cassette tape while my step-mom received a tee-shirt. When it was my turn, I reached in, got my piece of paper and unfolded it. "Nothing," it read. Surely, this wasn't right, so I showed it to the guy at the table. "Yeah, he said, "That means you get nothing." Now what kind of promotion is that, I ask you??
Taa-daa! I can stand in line at any vending machine and when it's my turn to put my money in for a snack, the machine goes on strike stealing my money and refusing to give me a damned snack! Or, my treat gets hung up on those funny stupid loop things.
Drove about two hours to an amusement park only to discover that it was closed (don't ask). Of course, my family will never let me live this one down; they call it the WallyWorld Experience (remember National Lampoon's Family Vacation?).
I have been known to have Charlie Brown Christmas trees (yanno, they don't look that way at the lot; how come they change when I get 'em in my apartment?).
Hey, I'm the person that ends up at the end of the line of the human whip when we all go ice skating. Oh yeah, whip me into the plexi glass - I can take it....Koo, koo, koo. . .
Once during a kick ball game, I had my sister, brother and my cousins chase after me when I took off with the ball. I ran like hell laughing my head off while they ran after me in hot pursuit. I just barely made it into the house where I immediately locked them out and proceeded to laugh and gloat at them through the glass door - I even made faces at them. I was pouring it on thick believing I had the last laugh. I lifted my knee to slap it with glee and instead ended up shoving it through the glass door with glee. Priceless, you say? Priceless, my ass - I ended up with stitches.
Look, if there is dog poo, I'll be there - steppin' right in it and if there is a tree on the bike path, I'll ride right into it
And, to answer the burning question of the moment:
NO, I do not have supplemental insurance.
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Even though I like my feet, there are times that I catch myself with a small case of "feet envy."
Today at work, a co-worker had the cutest shoes on. In fact, she is known for her shoes. Her feet are dainty and elegant looking, which can fit any damned shoe style on the planet.
Now, as for me, I am the tennis shoes / unadorned sandals type of gal. Not so much because of the comfort it allows, but more so because of the width of my feet. I think I may have one pair of black heels (extra-wide) in my closet.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have Fred Flintstone Feet. The only difference is that I wear toe-nail polish.
I guess I should be grateful that I even have feet. So what if they kinda look like Fred's and Frodo's (minus the hair - well, ok...except for the few that I pluck on my big toes).
Okay, hold yourself back; I know you're in lust with me now.
Today at work, a co-worker had the cutest shoes on. In fact, she is known for her shoes. Her feet are dainty and elegant looking, which can fit any damned shoe style on the planet.
Now, as for me, I am the tennis shoes / unadorned sandals type of gal. Not so much because of the comfort it allows, but more so because of the width of my feet. I think I may have one pair of black heels (extra-wide) in my closet.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, I have Fred Flintstone Feet. The only difference is that I wear toe-nail polish.
I guess I should be grateful that I even have feet. So what if they kinda look like Fred's and Frodo's (minus the hair - well, ok...except for the few that I pluck on my big toes).
Okay, hold yourself back; I know you're in lust with me now.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Hug
Here at work for meetings we have to connect to the network and sometimes there are not enough connections in a conference room, so we have these things we call "hubs" that allows many connections.
Well, this morning a fellow worker walks into my cubicle and asks me, "Can I have a hug?"
Honestly, I thought it was a strange request, but thinking it being Monday, she probably was having a rough start of the week, so I gave her a hug.
She gave me a startled look, then gave a laugh and says to me, "Karen, thanks for the hug, but do you have a hub?"
Yanno, that was just downright embarrassing.
Here at work for meetings we have to connect to the network and sometimes there are not enough connections in a conference room, so we have these things we call "hubs" that allows many connections.
Well, this morning a fellow worker walks into my cubicle and asks me, "Can I have a hug?"
Honestly, I thought it was a strange request, but thinking it being Monday, she probably was having a rough start of the week, so I gave her a hug.
She gave me a startled look, then gave a laugh and says to me, "Karen, thanks for the hug, but do you have a hub?"
Yanno, that was just downright embarrassing.
Sunday, September 14, 2003
Tear Jerkers
Well, my time of the month is right around the corner; I'm crying at Puppy Chow commercials.
Well, my time of the month is right around the corner; I'm crying at Puppy Chow commercials.
The Pedicure
I gave myself a pedicure today. I rubbed my soles with a scrub, massaged my feet with lotion and polished my toes in a deep rich red. Not only do my feet look great, but they feel great too - very soft. I was reveling in the feel of them until I walked in the kitchen to fix myself some tea.
That's when I slipped and fell flat on my ass.
I think I over-did it on the lotion.
::: sighs :::
I gave myself a pedicure today. I rubbed my soles with a scrub, massaged my feet with lotion and polished my toes in a deep rich red. Not only do my feet look great, but they feel great too - very soft. I was reveling in the feel of them until I walked in the kitchen to fix myself some tea.
That's when I slipped and fell flat on my ass.
I think I over-did it on the lotion.
::: sighs :::
Saturday, September 13, 2003
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Lunch
My cuzzy took me to lunch and what a good lunch it was. Then we went to the scrapbook store, then to Michael's (hobby store) and then to Target. Yes folks, what turned out to be an invitation to lunch turned out to be a shopping spree (cuzzy is sure a sneaky sort). Her excitement about scrapbookin' caught on and somehow I'm hosting a scrapbookin' party this coming Friday - how the hell did that happen??
Heedlah, hoodlah, heedlah!
My cuzzy took me to lunch and what a good lunch it was. Then we went to the scrapbook store, then to Michael's (hobby store) and then to Target. Yes folks, what turned out to be an invitation to lunch turned out to be a shopping spree (cuzzy is sure a sneaky sort). Her excitement about scrapbookin' caught on and somehow I'm hosting a scrapbookin' party this coming Friday - how the hell did that happen??
Heedlah, hoodlah, heedlah!
Friday, September 05, 2003
Dear Friday:
You're lookin' mighty good to me. If you were a man, I'd sex you up in no time. If every day was Friday, each day would be whoredom for me.
By the way, Shoe is at it again.
You're lookin' mighty good to me. If you were a man, I'd sex you up in no time. If every day was Friday, each day would be whoredom for me.
By the way, Shoe is at it again.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Monday, September 01, 2003
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My Guard
I tend to grind my teeth while I'm asleep so I have a guard. Well, I can't find it. I vaguely remember being half asleep and taking it out of my mouth, but I don't know where I put it. I've looked under my bed, looked through my bed sheets and all the nook and crannies around my bed. I can't find the damned thing. I've never walked in my sleep so I'm pretty sure that I didn't put it it in some obscure place that I'll discover later when sorting through my crap to sell in a garage sale or something.
This is just too weird.
Now, this means I have to call my dentist and get another guard made. This is all fine and dandy, but that missing guard will haunt me for the rest of my days.
I tend to grind my teeth while I'm asleep so I have a guard. Well, I can't find it. I vaguely remember being half asleep and taking it out of my mouth, but I don't know where I put it. I've looked under my bed, looked through my bed sheets and all the nook and crannies around my bed. I can't find the damned thing. I've never walked in my sleep so I'm pretty sure that I didn't put it it in some obscure place that I'll discover later when sorting through my crap to sell in a garage sale or something.
This is just too weird.
Now, this means I have to call my dentist and get another guard made. This is all fine and dandy, but that missing guard will haunt me for the rest of my days.
