Oh, but Kat, it is okay now, because they are no longer Disney themed. They are not the Mighty Ducks anymore, they are just the Ducks. Which, okay, still not exactly your fearsome mascot, but I cannot talk, what with being a fan of the Penguins and all.
I didn't watch the game. I had a meeting with our builder.
However, we did, over the past two days...
- put in my building permit application
- prep my water hookup application (just needs moola)
- get panicked by our power hookup application and get reassured by our builder
- get our loan process well underway
- finish undone back budget info for the past six months
- complete undone overdue report to major grantor
- update all financial information for board meeting
- do board meeting agenda
- gather all personal financial info for bank
- wrestle mightily with a recalcitrant credit card company, ultimately getting an accounts resolution manager to a) close the account like it was supposed to be yonks ago, b) post an all-clear to the credit reporting agencies, c) write me a letter saying he'd done so for the benefit of my banks, d) apologize profusely and accept responsibility
- break my printer and have a hissyfit then realize that it wasn't broken beyond usability
- spend a bunch of time haggling with both IBM & HP tech support with rather less success than I had with the credit card guy
- firm up our summer schedule, confirming with various family members, friends, and churches
- clean the house
- clear out the refrigerator
- launder everything, including bedding
And tonight I still have to run payroll for the summer while we're on the road, finish upgrading to the next version of Quickbooks, finish board meeting agenda attachments, fax one million pages to two different banks, pack, and fall over.
Oh, and in the middle of all that? We're frantically trying to reschedule the actual board meeting, because we're not going to make quorum.
Liese, you have my admiration. I think I'm tired simply from reading all you've been doing.
In Top Chef news, I just started watching so I still haven't read the whitefont yet. But it has to be said...
the Team Leaders are Marcel & Stephen? AWESOME.
ETA: Have watched. Have read. And really?
The S3 chefs are already annoying me. Shut up new people. I don't know who you even are yet and you're dancing on my nerves. Not a good sign.
YAY, S1! Bite me, S2. I walked away from this reunion hating all of the S2 people. Except maybe Sam. Probably because I barely saw him there.
I went to a panel discussion by executive recruiters, which sounds like it will be a good fallback for me if the networking thing doesn't work out. (They do handle IT jobs, fwiw.)
Other than that, I've been diving into
A Song of Ice And Fire
all the way through again, which is bringing out a lot of things that I didn't notice or remember.
I've been diving into A Song of Ice And Fire all the way through again
A friend just lent me the very first book (I've never read any of them), "Game of Thrones" (right?). The hivemind at work!
I am trying to fax a 112 page document. WTF? Have none of you people heard of .pdfs?
Wow, Liese. Things are really moving forward!
Our family reunion is this summer in Chicago, which I am totally jazzed about. We are going, all 45 or so of us, to a Cubs game, renting a trolley for a tour of the city, and much other cool stuff.
That sounds so awesome!
Damnit, Jim! I'm a chef, not a [insert other job here].
Ha! I loved his reaction when Padma said "Quickfire."
When I ran out of children's songs when the kids were babies, I used to sing the themes to the Brady Bunch and Gilligan's Island and Cheers.
Cute! When I ran out of songs, I made them up. My biggest hits were, Baby Store; Give up the Bubble in Your Tummy; and Dancin' Dancin [Child's Name] is Dancin'. My no-fail standby though, was Bruce Springsteen's Thunder Road.
Maybe they'll be well-behaved, placid, non-destructive toddlers.
What?
If we could use icons here, I'd be using my "dreams" one, right now.
One of my nephews has perfect pitch and began to ask those of us who don't to stop singing to him at about age two. He'd reach out with his wee fingers, cover my mouth and say, "No, Tante Bess!"
Goth_Macros on LJ are making me laugh and laugh and laugh. Particularly this one (work safe!)
I used to babysit a kid named Nicky who was going through some separation anxiety, and for a few weeks, the only way that I could calm him was to sing Toni Basil's "Oh Mickey" with "Nicky" instead of "Mickey."
