Ugh, Suzi. I hope you can come up with something good.

I'd been meaning to set up wireless here, which I hadn't done since I moved. So I went to do it, and....oh, right. It literally just took plugging in the router. So that's done!

Maybe I'll do my taxes next. Woooo, Saturday night!

Hearing you on the birthday rut, Suzi.(Mine isn't till fall, but I, too, get stuck with the same-old. Which generally includes my dad bitching about his health.) I have a big one coming up, and I say "Hell No!" to that again. But that doesn't mean I know what else to do.

I had actually forgotten how old I was. Somehow my automatic brain answer was 43 instead of 44. Now I'm about to jump to 45. This getting older crap is a pain.

K-Bug and the bf have taken CJ down to when the bf family is for the weekend. They are planning to go shooting tomorrow. Maybe I'll take myself out for a movie. Or just eat the cheesecake that is in the fridge.

I'm thinking about bangs again too! But I always hate them when I have them! No matter what the stylist intends, unless I have my awesome dude who is a thousand miles away, I end up all China doll looking, which hurts my rocker aesthetic!

I think I have to do the LinkedIn thing, too. I even opened up the page and sat there looking at it for a moment. I just couldn't make myself do it, but I totally need to. At least then I wouldn't have to have business contacts looking at my hummingbird pictures on facebook.

The Linked-In section for Professionals With Disabilities is the dumbest shit I've read in my life. "Everyone's spelling is really bad...it's depressing."

I keep getting Linked-In invitations from people I've done tech support for. No way, dude, I'm not going to be your on-call tech person.

good call. Although I totally pick my friends' brains for tech support all the time.

I keep forgetting I'm on LinkedIn because I haven't updated my profile in ages and I've never used it for networking. I feel like I should when people say they'll look for me there, but then I also don't want to get harassed because of where I work and what I do.

I just logged into work to check on a document from a graphic designer. He noticed that some things in the list of references weren't italicized, so he italicized them.

I'm going to fucking kill him. A 100-page report, with all of the references that entails, and he's fucking with my formatting?

So the cats (P&L) wanted out on the deck. It's snowing (disco snow- so sparkly it looks fake!)

So I let them.

Pumpkin rolled in the snow. Loki was digging in it. I have cats, right? Not dogs?

Now Loki is roaring around attacking the melting snow on his back and between his toes, and Pumpkin got all inflated as she was indignantly washing and encountering clumps. Yep, cats.

They'll probably still want to go out later