Oh, yeah, Jen! I'm sorry...my concentration is for shit lately.
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wow, Aimee!
Oh, and Happy Birthday askye.
Huzzah for Jen, and happy birthday to askye, notice-ma to Aimée and underwriting-ma to -t!
JZ says it ever so much better than I could.
Insent, Empress.
Mid-August, eh? That's a bit long to look forward to. I don't like this overworking thing, it should end before that.
Wow, Aimee!
Yay Jen!]
Happy Birthday, askye!
I got my epidural shot for my back today. It wasn't a painless procedure, but it wasn't dreadful. I'm still kind of tingling from it and I hope that it really kicks in at the 24-48 hour mark as they say it should.
Teppy, I love your OB-gyn! That sounds like a rockin' practice.
I also had to sign an afidavit today for a good friend's messy divorce/custody battle. I'm ready to drive over to her soon-to-be-ex-husband's house and take a baseball bat to his head.
happy birthday askye!
Congratulations to Jen! (do you glow in the dark yet?)
Good luck to Aimee!
oh, Trudy - do you have Linens 'n Things in NY? that's where I go for all the things you'd think would be available a bunch of places but aren't (last time - shelf paper!).
Paging Matt: Clue By Four needed in Aisle Cashmere, stat. Thanks ever so. Good luck with the venture capital and all. Hurry up with the production, willya?
YAY Famille de Aimee. Make sure you steal something from the office every day until you leave.
I too would far rather be an Underwater Trainee than an underwriter.
Happy Birthday askye!
Note: Too dang hot here today.
Hey All!
I've been substantially darker than intended the last couple/few weeks because of an internal audit I was performing (I know everyone hates to be audited, but doing the auditing is no picnic either, let me tell you). But I finally talked to my last person today, followed the process all the way to its conclusion, YAY! 'Course, still have to finish 75% of the write-up, but still, nearly done! And I celebrate by catching up and posting! So Hi!!
I have no meara (which is a bummer in both the figurative and literal senses), so assume that anybody I forget to acknowledge, I sent hugs and ~ma while I was reading, K?
Aimee, Nora, ChiKat, -t, KB - job-ma in the incarnation most useful to you!
Deena, yay for diagnoses and good drugs! Speedy recovery-ma.
vw, apartment-ma.
sj, hope you weren't too badly battered in the fall.
Yay for an end to radiation, Jen! Here's hoping you don't get my Mutant Power, which is the power to attract cigarette smoke to me, regardless of what the wind is doing (I have witnesses!). That running through walls thing is pretty cool, maybe you could try for that!
Cash, potty-training-ma! (Or that duct-tape thing, whichever seems to be the correct course for you).
P-C, you funny.
Happy Birthday, askye!
This weekend I believe will be devoted to homework. I discovered on Tuesday that the 8-week summer class I signed up for is, in fact, a 4-week class. And of course discovered this one day too late to drop the class and get a refund. So I'm gonna do it. 15 chapters. Of Business Law. By July 1st. Eep. I mean, Piece of Cake!
Not to steal Steph's thunder, but as I am a self-proclaimed "Birthday Ho" myself, I just thought I'd point out that my birthday is this coming Wednesday. The 21st. (Favorite colors blue and green, favorite chocolate any with caramel or nuts, favorite author M. Lackey, etc., etc. Hee!)
Happy birthday askye!
Yay jen! I hope you get really good superpowers!
Go Aimée! Try not to cackle when you give your notice.
{{Deena}}
Betsy, if you haven't yet, order that hat. I know the lady behind that business, and her work is always gorgeous.
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If I've missed anything, I'm very sorry. I skimmed madly. We are still having scrambly panic attacks at work, I still haven't finished writing my review (but I got an extension on it through today, thank goodness), and I am fighting back the urge to take my toy bats and my gothy rag dollie and hide under my desk. Yes, in times of stress, I revert to age six.