I left my poor pooches in the most humid state imaginable. I feel terrible. I left all the windows wide open, even though a threat of thundershowers was forecast. I even boosted the fan to medium. My pooches have been spoiled. In our previous apartments, electricity was included in our maintenance. We left the apartment at a cool 65 degrees all day. The server
We put up an air conditioner last night. The behemoth model in the living room will have to wait until my hubby's buddies can assist. We spent the night in the bedroom. We may be spending more summer nights in the bedroom. We haven't had an electric bill in over 5 years. At this new apartment, we almost had a heart attack looking at the electric
So my frog died. I have a frog at work. He keeps me company. His name was Clyde. I received him during a time when I started feeling a bit bored at work. I'm still bored but that's another story. I called in sick yesterday and apparently he didn't take to that too well. I'll clean him out in a while. For now, I'm just staring at his bloated car
Apparently the vegetarian/quadruple bypass/kid eats only carbs dinner is back on. It's scheduled for this Saturday. I'm not fretting over it. Very unlike me. I've decided it will be fish or meat. The vegetarian and carb eater can munch on the pasta with broccollini. I'm probably going to make a cake just for simplicity sake. This
I've been asked to recap my harrowing tale of a pigeon in my bedroom. I thought I'd share it with you. This happened this past winter in my old apartment. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Here is a pic of the damn bird that took over my bed! [Sorry. I can't get the bloody image to load properly. Trust me. It was a big bird.]
Congratulations Mikimouse! Wishing you and the Mrs. many more years of wedded bliss!
Thanks Mr. Frog. I'm sure many couples have a similiar arrangement.
Maybe it's because I'm turning 30. Or maybe I'm just tired. But lately, I've been wondering what my career plans are. I never wanted to be a project manager. I wanted to be a journalist. I wanted to write personal interests stories. Now, I work in the healthcare IS industry and have steadily pushed for a senior status for the last two years. Now, I kn
Quote of the day: "Yeah, the worm is causing havoc but I keep telling myself it's job security." -- IT Help Desk at work Mom called yesterday. She said that the original plans to have my Uncle from Chicago over for dinner in two weeks has to be changed. His flight leaves on Saturday. Is it possible to have it during the week? I told her that unfo
My cousin im'd me for advise on her first fulltime adult job. I then recapped my career for her and suddenly realized how I fell into my job all out of circumstance. I had always wanted to be a journalist. How the heck did I become a software system analyst? I don't regret it. I like my job. I'd love it if I was sitting on my butt and getting f
So everything that could go wrong, went wrong. But it wasn't anything to cry about. It was more of a cosmic, planets-not-aligned right thing. First, I woke up early and decided to take a nice soothing bath, then a quick shower to start the day right. I got caught up on checking my work email that I overflowed my bathroom. My squeaky clean (just
Just a quickie. Why does my hubby keep the empty toilet paper roll on our towel holder? Does he use them as periscopes when he's on the loo? The trash is right under the sink. Why can't he dispose of them? Are they sentimental?
So pops called and cancelled. Baby sis is sick. This doesn't phase me. It could explain why I wasn't going crazy coordinating and planning this shindig. (My rants the last few days on the meal, ain't nothing.) I guess I knew he'd cancel. Why? It's been a trend whenever we invite them to dinners, family functions or anything that deals
Today is a bit hectic. My colleague called in sick. And since my other colleague quit a two weeks ago and another is out on vaca, I'm the only person in my division right now. It's the end of the month and everyone is going nuts entering data in before tomorrow's close. Our night processes halted and no one was paged. And a department decides to send o
My cat, Trixie, used to do that. I think they are called midnight crazies. She'd run back and forth and around the room in circles. Once, I closed the door before she could complete her circle. She slammed head first into the door. Little to say, I laughed my ass off but my cat was pissed. Cats are the queens of grudges.
So my father-in-law called me last night. He called on his handsfree car phone to tell me he's allergic to soy. At least it sounded like soy. Could have been poi or koi. He was a bit muffled and quite low. BTW, if it's soy, does soy sauce count? Anyway, if that's a weird call, you should hear some of the calls from my mother-in-law. But I'm digressing. <BR
Today I came across a man selling his ex-wife's wedding gown. Ebay Ex-wife's Gown I nearly spit up my tuna salad reading his description and comments. Then it made me think of my wedding gown. I love my wedding gown. I mean I absolutely love my gown. If I was told
Ok. A little background. In a show that we're not hermits that prefer the comforts of the bed, pajamas, tivo and takeout, my hubby and I have begun to invite friends and family over for dinner. Nothing major. Usually 2-3 people at a time. This week my husband has decided to invite his father, his stepsis, his stepmom, his aunt, his uncle and
Welcome to my world. A world constantly filled with the need to organize, prioritize and analyze. I guess I wouldn't be truly defined as a person with OCD. Maybe, mild OCD. However, my constant need to reach a state of enlightenment, which somehow always contains a trip to The Container Store, has lead me to be described as Anal Retentive, A-Type Personality, Crazy and
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