~ma to them as needs it. I am zonked. Spent a good chunk of the day picking up 20-lb cylinders of concrete and tossing them over into a dumpster with 6 ft-high sides. My biceps, triceps and hamstrings are going to be aching tomorrow!
I'm bummed. It looks likely that we may have to make an example of someone and kick them out of the program. God, I hope it doesn't come to that.
Also, B wants to talk tonight. This could be interesting.
Make that tomorrow night.
Wow, I think I'm going to walk the dog and go to bed. Sooooo tiiiired.
If life were a romantic comedy, and we love people who repulse us, I just met my new boyfriend.
I'm so excited.
Why did I get that Facebook page again?
Hey! Look! I'm a cat!! [link]
awww. She looks like my Persey.
Beautiful cat.
Just got back to my room and computer. My aunt sent me a frantic email that her dock disappeared. Looking it up, it seems like a weird bug with solutions that include deleting the prefs and going into Terminal and typing commands. My aunt is kinda technophobic so I'm not looking forward to doing this over either email or phone. I have a feeling it's just going to be a lot of frustration and then she'll end up having to hire someone local to her anyway. I wish I knew how to operate Remote Desktop between her computer and mine.
smonster, that sounds like one helluva day. I hope you don't hurt too badly or at least that it doesn't last long.
Good luck, smonster. And if you want to come by tomorrow for water bottles, come on by.
{{Fred Pete and Hubs and Marie}} So sorry.
Congrats, Shir!
{{P-C}}
~ma all around: Scrappy's aunt, Raq's friend, Maria, Barb's mom, general love thrown in Sean's direction, even if you don't see it.
Kate, I hope that your landlord gets off his butt and fixes your leak. I miss you guys already!
Was out until 10PM sorting through 24 bags of trash with my Capstone class. They did a dirty job fabulously well. I'm so proud. Sadly, I dropped my beloved (SO beloved) 1st gen iPhone on the loading dock and shattered the glass. The time has come for us to part ways, after all these years. I'm slogging through our final sync right now. It feels very meaningful.
Smonster, I'm sorry you had a rough day.
I'm freaking out about everything and nothing all at once. I wish I could just relax and enjoy the fact that I'm getting married soon. I really need to call the SS office tomorrow and tell them I'm getting married. Really don't want to. They have a way of always making me feel like crap.