Happy Birthday Fay!

Happy Brithday, Fay!

Yes! Happy Brit Birthday, Fay!

am home now. It was the cleaning crew (guessing mother & daughter). I didn't know they had a cleaning crew. Seeing how the same coffee cup was sitting on narrow stairs for 3 days. Whatever.

So, I have determined, Poncho's ROCK for rain gear on crutches! Well, at least in light rains. We'll see how it holds up in stronger storms. Kept me dry, my back pack dry, my hands and crutches dry. I might look foolish, but it works.

For the teachers and others among us:

Construction workers spent this month finishing up with flooring and stairwells in the brand-new, $16.8 million school. But as thousands of Minnesota students head to school, the already crowded Prior Lake-Savage district isn't getting ready to open Redtail Ridge. They're closing it.

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Happiest of Birthdays, Fay!

Sigh. I managed to go to the library and check out a bunch of books...and then FORGET to pack them for my trip. DOH! Also, ARGGH. So I only have one book with me. Which if any of you have seen me read? Is really only enough for like...take off. Luckily, they showed a movie on the plane ("Made of Honor") that I actually wanted to watch.

Still wanting to smack myself though.

Back in LA again. And the plane landed early...but then I ended up with ridiculousness at the rental car place. Am currently at the hotel...and there's some sort of weird screetching noise (I'd think the fire alarm? But it's gone off for a second or two, three times now, but stopped?) and if it goes off one more time, I may hurt someone.

In other words, I have my Cranky Pants firmly ON.

Felicitations, Fay! Wishing a very Happy Birthday for a very lovely, inspiring, sexy, intelligent AND smart, hot, snarky, GORgeous, and winsome person.

ETA: Eeek, meara. Sorry about the need for the cranky pants. May things smooth out, soonest.

meara! I didn't know you were back in LA. Yay you in LA! BOO cranky pants. Or, more accurately, boo circumstances creating the need for cranky couture.

Coffee:

I meant to say thanks to Omnis for asking about the day. I got nowhere near as much done today as I had hoped because most of my stuff hadn't been moved from my old room to my new room yet (argh), so I couldn't unpack as I'd planned. I did get some odds and ends done, however, including taking a look at my agenda for tomorrow and having a quiet little panic attack about the fact that I'm running an orientation for the next two days that I feel extremely unprepared for. This is the downside of having played hooky last week. Eep. When I saw Karen today (the person who's run this for the last eight years and who, in theory, is still running it this year), she basically said that she's happy to help, but she's so swamped with new middle school director responsibilities that she doesn't think she'll be around as much as she'd hoped. Which...is fine, really, I know it is. But ack! So not prepared! And nsm sidekick as main course, apparently! (How's that for mixed metaphors?)

P.S. I have changed my tag to my favorite Owen quote because I need to giggle. Also because it may have to be a mantra this week.

OK, my calming via SG-1 has resulted in me finishing Season 7. Of course the cliff hanger is OMG! Which leads to 2 questions. 1) even though it is 1:15 am and I have to work in the morning, do I start on season 8 (probably shouldn't). and 2) is this when I need to start watching Stargate Atlantis? Or is it plainly clear in SG-1 when that happens?

And, now for my listening pleasures, more famous Texas Thunder. I love it!

ETA: Well I started on Season 8. 30 minutes into the double feature season premier, instead of getting up for snacks, I've decided to head for bed. Oh, how I hate being responsible! Why wasn't I born into a life of leisure as I must have been in my past life?