Olivia just ruined the moment by climbing on top of the kitchen table and stripping off her diaper while wearing her pink and silver Skechers.

My daughter is a table dancer.

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Okay, that's just an awesome description. I can totally picture it, and it makes me smile.

The totally dumb thing about that moment is that we work on calls. If I were listening, I would have heard the instructor telling me exactly what to do. (Though I'm still not used to it enough to be able to immediately translate "legs up" to "tuck knees up, lean head back, curl back, hook legs over bar." It was somewhere in the middle of that sequence that I got lost. And felt ridiculously dumb.)

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My daughter is a table dancer.

you must be so proud! :)

I'm just going to make sure that whatever part of me doesn't get eaten by cats goes out in a blaze of glory at my viking funeral.

:: wonders if a super pickled liver helps the flaming arrows make bigger blaze of glory ::

a couple of years ago I figured out somethings 1) I like predictable yet flexible schedule that I have. 2) I am good at what I do. 3) My job gives me room to do other things

BethB, this is me, for the most part. I just wish the schedule was a little less taxing here. And the pay was a bit higher... a couple bits higher.

No 3-day weekend for me. Tomorrow, OFF! :) Sunday night, work a couple hours from 10-midnight. Monday noon-6pm followed by bowling.

ION, at today's "First Friday BBQ" in the scene shop. Chrissy and I were talking across the big table about Halo. I asked if she (a HUGE game junkie) had finished the campaign yet. She hadn't, so I teased, "jeez, even *I* have finished the campaign on the easy level" "O, BC, on the *easy* level?? That doesn't count!" "Well, ya, I'm a pacifist, I can't shoot *that* many people!" Which got a pause in the eating with double blinks from everyone else at the table and a "o, cuz as a pacifist, it's ok to kill a few people, but not a *ton* of them" conversation. It was very funny. Mostly the pause in eating with double blinks, in a synchronized manner.

(so, would that make a good new tag line? "I'm a pacifist. I can't shoot *that* many people!" ?)

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Years ago I was riding in the car with my dad when we drove by a wood chipper and he chuckled. I said, "what?" And he replied, "have you seen Fargo?" I said no and he chuckled again and said, "you gotta see Fargo." Now I can't drive by a wood chipper without hearing my Dad chuckling in my head.

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Someone from Facilities just arrived to move our furniture around...only he appears clueless about what exactly we want done. Which is frustrating, because it *is* fairly complicated and I spent half an hour walking this guy's supervisor through what we wanted. So I was expecting a bit more than a guy with a dolly and a blank look saying, "So you need to move some furniture?"

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Oh, Susan. How frustrating!

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That is one of my hugest pet peeves about the chain of command. I just spent a good amount of time explaining something and you're going to pass me along to someone else so I can explain it again?

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One of the things that's supposed to be moving is my computer, printer, & scanner. I *so* do not trust this guy to set them up properly.

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Is there an IT department at the company, Susan? They always moved computers at companies I worked for, but I'm sure that doesn't apply across the board.

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I'm going to call IT Services and see what they say. They're based at the other hospital in our system and mostly do phone support, but I know they've got at least a few techs over here full-time.

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