That sucks, ita, both the no dinner and the mirror.

My passenger side mirror is totally shattered and needs replacing!

Apparently, no one can help me, and I have to call the dealer and install a whole new mirror contraption. I'm still holding out for just replacing the mirror, though, since false hope costs me nothing.

No dinner is SOP on the long krav days (5:45-9:45). I'm trying to get them to put brownies in the vending machine, but no joy so far.

My shoes for the wedding came, though, and the right one at least seems to fit fine.

Okay, I need to get hydrated and packed for tomorrow.

Hitting the gym in the AM, and then leaving work early to get to the doctor for a treadmill test and then two hours of krav.

I asked if I needed anything special for the treadmill test. No! she assured me. Comfortable shoes and tennies. Hrmmph. As if. Sports bra! Baby tee! Coincidentally enough, probably krav pants. And running shoes.

God FUCKING damn. Stupid highway with stupid things that fly at my car. I also have green paint on the bonnet, windshield, and the front left side panel.

I have to go to the dealership on Wednesday, since my brakepad warning light went on yesterday. I may see if the bumper to bumper warranty covers the plastic thing we were talking about earlier, since mine is also ripped.

It's a hoot, isn't it? I love the scene where his attempt at transformation goes wrong and he turns into a clown.

Great cheesy fun. Made no sense at all, of course, but that's pretty much the point.

Made no sense at all, of course

You want confusion, try going as Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD for Halloween.

God FUCKING damn. Stupid highway with stupid things that fly at my car.

Wrod. LA is hell for that. On the surface streets I'd get pelted with rocks thrown up by the leaf blowers. On the freeway...I think the worst was a truckfull of small sharp metal thingies, like the rails that hold the hard drive in the CPU. That was worth a spiderwebbed windshield and much scratched paint.

Here the only things that hit my car are motorcycles.

I was up about 2 hours too late for a night before timeshift, but I made it in on time (ok, after the boss, but before the rest of the team).

Today is my 1 year anniversary at this job. I have a review today that I am not really worried about, but there will be some criticism and who like criticism? Not me.

Still 1 year at this job has been much better than the previous 5 years or my work life. YAY!

Fucking A, ita. That sucks.

Yay for one good year, msbelle!

Isn't there a July 1 deadline for loan consolidation under current rules? (sorry to be a downer if there is. My info is partially heard public radio.) Also, CONTEST CONTEST the fraud shit. I'm so sorry you have to go through this.

Yes and yes. Which is why I was supposed to do the consolidation thing online last night. It's a postmark deadline, so not a crisis.

Oh fuck, those mirrors are expensive to replace. (My sister taped hers back on.)

HAHAHAHA Rush Limbaugh detained at the airport for having Viagra in his bag sans prescription.

Ugh--sorry 'bout the mirror, ita. I managed to scrape the passenger side one off my last car, backing out of a garage. I think buying a new one cost me ~$65 (for a 92 Grand Am), and it was easy enough to install myself. So, it might be cheaper than replacing a windshield anyway.