Well, I'm missing NYE and NYD but I should be there for EOH (end of Hogmanay). I rarely have to deal with this crap but our office mgr leaves at 4 and I'm the only one left, so I get phone duty. Actually I'm thankful, as that's been the only call.
We gave our mom the Flylady book for Hanukkah and she just did her first 27-fling boogie*! I'm so excited.
* just what it sounds like. set a timer for 15 min, grab 27 things to toss, recycle, or donate. i think she started with 27 plastic shopping bags from the laundry closet.
I'm trying to find a comic I saw a while ago. I'm almost certain it was xkcd, but the search function there is not giving me anything with any searches I try. It was a flowchart of what you do when someone asks you to fix their computer, which was basically just to try stuff, and if it doesn't work, try some other stuff, until something does work. Anybody have any idea what I'm talking about and where to find it?
edit: found it [link]
I took a BF class but still felt unprepared when they handed the baby over for his 1st time on the boob. At the hospital, there was one crappy lactation consultant and one great one, so I left feeling pretty good about things. Then jaundice happened, which caused baby to feed less than he would have normally and that affected my supply. Now with great (though expensive) lactation consultant that pediatritian rec'd.
6000 posts into the old fanfic thread (what? It's a slow day. Don't judge me.), and there have been approximately eight billion go-rounds of the RPF discussion, with no one ever changing anyone's mind.
Hee. I am shocked no one was swayed by persuasive and eloquent arguments!
Link me, Dana? I still have RPF issues impulses, and wish to disturb no one with them. Reading old posts might help.
I hate doing family tech support. Especially from afar. Over the shoulder is better. Moving so I can sit down and actually fix things is best if I have to do it at all.
I love reading Dana's 'Previously on b.org..."
Fuck. The oil light went on in my car, which was odd because the guy told me that he had put oil in the car when he did the brakes. I thought that he hadn't tripped a sensor or something. I got out of the car later, and smelled burning oil, so I checked the dipstick. BONE DRY. I took it back in, he says that he put oil in the car, I say "hey, I'm not saying that you didn't, but the dipstick is dry" (plus, I'm already pissed because the supposedly new rotors are rusted, and he tells me that's normal). So, he puts three quarts of oil in the car. I drive home, park the car in the garage where I know it's clean and as I walk out, I see oil on the fucking ground. SHIT.
