The last time I hosted a brunch was New Year's Day 2009. I served baked eggs in little ham cups. They were adorable. (And there was a big basket of mini-bagels w/ cream cheese, lox, onions, capers, tomato for the anti-egg. And lots and lots of coffee and mimosas.)
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Natter 63: Life after PuppyCam
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ugh. Couldn't sleep. Feel oogey. Called in sick, now feel crappy about that, too. Which is ridic.
I was wishing to call in sleepy and/or annoyed by the weather, but now I am glad I didn't. The boss is out and so it will be a quiet day where I should be able to crank through some work while also getting through the internets.
I was tempted to call in "Sick, unless there's a problem with the server upgrade we did for our client on Saturday, in which case I'll come in," but that was just too complicated.
I forgot to turn on my alarm clock, so slept an extra 1.5 hours. Oops. I did consider just calling out, but sucked it up.
My DH called in to say he was going to work from home today, and I was jealous of his ability to do so. But the big boss is out, so I need to be here. I'm hoping to get the annual reviews done -- I hate these since the forms require me to answer questions that don't quite work for what we do (or probably what anyone on campus does).
I had the most bizarre dream last night. I dreamed that the Cubs had gotten to the World Series... and that I had been selected to pitch the first game for the Cubs.
Talk about absurd premises for a dream....
So I spent hours (in my dream) practicing my pitching, as the game was the next day. Which initially sucked mightily, but by the end of the dream at least I could get it through the strike zone on most pitches. Of course, I wasn't practicing against actual batters, so who knows how many hits the opposing team could have gotten off me.
The dream ended before the game began, although I did go talk to my parents in the stands before the game began.
I had bunches of bizarre dreams last night. Kept waking up every two hours, but managed to get back to sleep each time - each time another bizarre dream. It felt like I'd been working out in my sleep when I finally got up, though. Lots of aching and popping joints when I got up. What's up with that? Glad I took today as a vacation day (hate going into Boston on Marathon Monday) - I would have been moving very slowly at my usual time.
You would probably do better than Yankees pitcher Chien-Ming Wang, tommyrot. His ERA is 34.50 this season.
I got a call last night to screen for an internship-with-stipend for an entry-level Java developer job. They'll probably be calling me in for an interview this week.
Which is hurrah-city, except that the stipend is $525/mo, the commitment is 6 months (and they hire you at that point if they like you) and it's in Raynham, which is a 45 minute commute if the traffic is willing.
The phone screener said they've received 350 applications so far.