Buffy ,'Showtime'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
oh, brenda...the sacrifices you make for your job. They have no idea what you do for them.
I actually enjoy winter and this has been a fairly decent one. Cold? Sure but not crazy cold. Snow? Sure but not crazy snow. At least none that could be dealt with. Of course, Chicago is better equipped to deal with it than many other places.
Our CEO was supposed to be at our latest quarterly meeting in DC a couple of weeks back and ended up stuck in Dubai. (Rough life.)
Getting stuck in Dubai ... better than Dulles! at least in Dubai it's warm (or warmer). And you can probably get out of the airport.
I'm so glad I'm the only person on our team (besides my boss) certified to train this program. No drama!
ETA
And no chance someone else goes. Heh. Even if my boss was that type, which she is not, I know this shit inside and out which she doesn't, and she's always been frank about the fact that I'm really good at presenting it. So it's happy circumstance and merit, paying off in the form of tequila and sandy beaches. Score!
Happy birthday, Beverly!
{{{smonster}}}
Continued vibes to you and yours, Jessica.
I hate that I can't keep up so much around here. This baby care thing is kicking my ass. Infants are not for the weak, man. I seriously had no idea how hard it would be. I love my guy, of course, but he is a handful. I don't know how single mothers do it. Or mothers of colicky babies. Yikes!
ETA: Yay for baby Ryan! Go, dude!
The big fluffy flakes earlier were kinda pretty though, and they didn't accumulate.
I recognize the individual words, but put together, they make so sense.
JZ, I am afraid my bitter is so widespread, that if I tried to narrow it and use it for good, I would end up accidentally burning out your ear canal fluid or cornea or something.
Brenda, I am jealous of your beach. Go you!
This is what I want: to be sitting under a leafy tree, in a tank top and a thin skirt, with a glass of iced tea and a book I haven't read by an author I like, having NOT been trapped in the house with no money for 4 months, with no foreclosure stuff still in the works, after having gone out with my friends the night before, where we sat out on a patio and had martinis and wore cute outfits and there weren't 4 toddlers running around and no wet stuff falling from the sky and I didn't have to cook or do dishes or clean up pet fur for three days and when I did work stuff on my computer, the color I saw was BLUE and GREEN, not dirty grey and charcoal and black. And knowing my car has a full tank of gas and windshield wipers that work.
And I have $10 in my purse to go buy some damned lip balm and a cup of coffee that's not freakin' Hy-Vee.
That's all I want.
I am so damned tired of being a nice boring person. I used to not be.
Ok, I'm done. Little things add up, people. Little things make you mean and surly.
If I didn't vent here...well. I've got a spork.
So I'm leaving work really soon to go to Emeline's assesment for ADD/HD and I'm feeling really quite nervous and anxious about it. I'm terrified of Judgey McDoctor-Pants, even though he has always been nice, but I'm scared he's goning to think I'm either a bad mom cause she *does* have ADD/HD or that I'ma big giant fruitcake that's over-reacting to some behavioral stuff that can be fixed and trying to get my kid on medication when she doesn't need it.
I'm trying hard not to freak myself out.
Not a chance either of those is going to happen Aims. But I'd be convinced they would too.
Erin, you dream good. I'd be all over that.
Lots of not-freaking-out~ma.
the color I saw was BLUE and GREEN, not dirty grey and charcoal and black.
I'll admit it's looking a bit dreary out there right now. The cars going by all have their headlights on.
28 days 19 hours 39 minutes until spring.
Yes, I wrote a program to calculate that for me.