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|Monday, August 15th, 2011|
Well, what do you know? It has been quite a long time since I have posted here, so I will not even attempt to come up with an all-encompassing update on my life. If I try to do that, I'm sure I will never post at all. :) But I did think it was a fitting time to see if I could remember how to access and read livejournal for a few reasons, not the least of which include two random moments from this weekend:
1) Out of the blue, I received a text message from wolfiegirl
, which prompted a little bit of investigation on my part. I am obviously WAY behind on news here and still working to catch up. But in the meantime, let me offer my congratulations and best wishes.
2) My mother unexpectedly stopped by the house yesterday to somewhat eccentrically announce to me that she was just returning from Walgreens and had seen something that she thought I really needed. And so she proceeded to give me a box of these
. I am not entirely sure why, since aside from a restaurant salad here and there I do not recall having a hard-boiled egg in approximately 15 years. But she thought I needed it and she is my mother and I love her and there is at least a theoretical chance I will stand to inherit money from her someday, so I graciously accepted the gift and thanked her for it. The gift had one unintended benefit as well, it reminded me of Doodlebug
Beyond that, I am mostly here today because I don't feel like working, but never mind that.
For all of you who were not specifically mentioned in this post, please rest assured that I miss all of you as well and I look forward to making your acquaintance once again. So please consider yourselves waved at or hugged or kissed, as is individually appropriate, and I hope to learn all about how your lives are going. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Saturday, January 2nd, 2010|
A quick story. I am working in my office this afternoon, trying to dig out from vacation before work resumes on Monday. About a half hour ago, I looked up and saw a small brown bird jumping along the hallway, haven't gotten trapped in the building who knows how many days ago. I couldn't catch him and spent 20 minutes listening to him trying to fly through windows and get caught in blinds and generally abuse himself. :(
Two minutes ago, while my head was down and my back was turned, this bird (who I have nicknamed Stewie) apparently snuck into my office, flew quietly into my trash can, buried himself under a bunch of papers, and then began beating his wings as hard as possible. Oh, and I screamed. Just thought I would share the story for your amusement.
Two items of note:
1) Using my trash can as a makeshift cage, Stewie has been safely transferred downstairs and to the front door, where he happily flew away to find some food or hire a hooker or whatever birds it is do when they get out of prison.
2) If I should be found dead of a heart attack in my office on Monday morning, I want you all to know it is Stewie's fault. Current Mood: shocked
|Monday, November 17th, 2008|
Yes, squinty. That's my mood. And it is annoying enough that I am curious if anyone has faced a similar situation.
A couple of weeks ago, I went for an eye exam and ordered new glasses. I think I had shared with a few of you that I had been having some problems looking at computer monitors for hours on end, so I finally got annoyed enough at changing color and brightness settings that I gave up and made an appointment with a new optometrist. This is a big step for me. I adore my optometrist back in Philadelphia and have resisted leaving, so I schedule an appointment whenever I make a trip back. But I haven't traveled back there in over two years and apparently my vision has changed in that time, so it was time to finally bite the bullet and find a new doctor.
So I did, and I went in for my appointment two weeks ago today. And it turned out that my distance vision had actually gotten a little better. After a long talk with the new doc, he felt that moving to the right description should fix almost all of the monitor-related problems I was having and there was no need for a work-specific pair of glasses. Yay! So I went ahead and picked out a new set of frames and ordered new glasses.
They arrived last Thursday and I went in to get my new glasses Friday morning. They seem great and I like them and everything is very clear, except for one fairly significant problem. The edges of the new lenses seem to be made in such a way that whatever I am looking at is reflected at the tops and the bottom of each lens. If I am anywhere with overhead light (which, unfortunately, includes just about anywhere inside or outside!), everything I look at is perfectly clear except that there is a rainbow at both the top and bottom of my glasses. I held on throughout the weekend, hoping that I could train my eyes to simply stop paying attention to these extra images, and to a certain extent I have. But it really messes up my perception of the world. At one point while driving under an overpass, I quite literally ducked in the drivers seat because a truck passed overhead and my brain registered this combination of light and dark as a very large bird moving directly over my head.
I also spent the weekend paying way too much attention to other people's glasses. I know my new lenses at not as tall as my olds ones so I thought that might be part of it, and I imagine it is. But I keep asking to trade glasses with anyone I meet who's frames seem about the same size and I have yet to find another pair that have the same issue. And everybody who tries my glasses on sees the same thing, which is nice because there was always the possibility I was going insane. :)
As of this morning, I really thought I could get used to this, as annoying as it was. But then I walked into the office and experienced them under fluorescent lights for the first time and it is not fun at all. I have felt like I am on the verge of a headache for the past three hours. So I think I need to head back over there and see what they can do about it. I'm hoping they can do something, maybe coat the very edges with something to block the light. But I don't know. It's all very weird. On the bright side, pretty colors!
I'm just curious if anybody on my friends list has ever experienced something like this? Current Mood: squinty
|Wednesday, June 13th, 2007|
Meme taken from returnofpiper
Step 1. Put your playlist on random.
Step 2. Post the first line from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3. Strike out the songs when someone guesses correctly.
NO GOOGLING.( And away we go...Collapse ) Current Mood: bored
|Monday, April 30th, 2007|
I saw this somewhere on my friends list last week (but can't remember where), so I took it to kill some time. I thought the questions were silly enough that the result would be pretty much useless, but that shows how much I know. They nailed it. I must admit I am impressed.
Current Mood: impressed
Mid-Atlantic. This is what everyone calls a Philadelphia accent although it's also the accent of south Jersey, Baltimore, and Wilmington. Well, everyone that lives near there, that is. Outsiders can tell you talk differently from them even though they can't tell what your accent is.
Take this quiz now - it's easy!
|Thursday, April 19th, 2007|
|Stolen from returnofpiper, among others
I haven't posted one of these in awhile, but I offer it in case you really wanted to say something in my journal, but didn't feel like reading that novel I posted yesterday.
Comment and I shall....
1 - Tell you why I friended you (if I can remember or I just make something up...)
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a rock, a color, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you because you guys ROCK!
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic(s) of yours.
8 - Tell you that you must spread this disease in your LJ. (Or not. I probably won't.) Current Mood: happy
|Thursday, September 28th, 2006|
As I mentioned in a previous post, I went to see Godsmack last Tuesday. I didn't mention in the post, but may have in a comment, that on Thursday morning Ticketmaster sent me an email that said "Don't miss Godsmack!" because tickets were about to go on sale for in concert in Lincoln, Nebraska. I remember thinking this was an odd coincidence and it couldn't have been aimed at me specifically. Because I didn't buy the Godsmack tickets for last week. In fact, they weren't bought through Ticketmaster at all, but through a ticket broker (and, let me tell you, ouch!). So I just shrugged it off as odd because I get emails from Ticketmaster once a week or so, but I'd never noticed the 'Don't miss _____!" part. Plus, Lincoln Nebraska?? What the heck kind of random email generation would target that?
This morning I got an email from them saying "Don't miss Bob Newhart!" Here's the thing. I've been to see Bob Newhart. I went last September, but the tickets were given to me as a birthday gift. They weren't in my name or purchased with my credit card or using this email address. So how the heck does Ticketmaster know I went?
Presumably they can't be sending these same emails to everybody. Other than me, what group of people like both Bob Newhart and Godsmack? How big can that group be?? Oh, don't get me wrong, I'm sure people like both. But how many people would buy tickets to both? I remember that Bob Newhart concert. It was at a local casino and I was the youngest person in attendance by about 30 years. I am willing to bet serious money that not one person in that group other than me was screaming "I... Stand Alone!" last Tuesday night.
(Maybe "I've fallen and I can't get up!" but that's a cheap shot and I won't go there.)
But not only did I go to both, but they represent two of the last three things I've bought tickets for (I went to see Richard Jeni last fall as well, but he's not coming anywhere near Kansas City this year, to my knowledge). Except that I didn't buy them.
So I can only come to one conclusion. Ticketmaster is spying on me.
Well, that and I'm a huge freeloader. But that's more of a revelation than a conclusion.
Still, keep it in mind if you ever invite me anywhere. :) Current Mood: confused
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
No doubt affected by the fact that I spent last week simultaneously (well, perhaps alternately would be a better word) reading Cell
by Stephen King and Life Expectancy
by Dean Koontz, I had a dream last night in which I was being chased by clown zombies. This is rather weird, actually, because... well, okay, no qualification needed. It's just rather weird. But it's even weirder
because unlike quite a few of my friends, I am not particularly afraid of clowns. So to me clown zombies were really just zombies with big shoes. And that doesn't make them all that much scarier. Unless they came up in a little zombie clown car, in which case I might run out of ammo.
Anyway, lack of clown phobia notwithstanding, it was not a particularly fun dream. It was, needless to say, memorable. And I have to admit that in my dream, clown zombies were killed in the more or less normal zombie way, by shooting them in the head.
But once I woke up, I couldn't help but think that if there were such a thing as clown zombies, it would be much funnier if they could only be killed by squirting them in the mouth with a garden house while their bow tie rotated around and their hat inflated until it burst. Less effective, sure, but much funnier.
 Complete aside (unless it stuck in my brain more firmly than I was aware, and influenced the dream): Last week I was heading out to lunch with a gang from the office and a SUV came flying up in the lane beside me doing about 30 mph over the speed limit, and then immediately merged in front of us with about 4 feet to spare. As the car went by, we were all rather surprised to see that the passenger seat held a clown. Without thinking, I said "Man, it's a good thing my boss was with me, otherwise I would have just flipped off a clown!" And Kevin (my boss) warned that I should never, ever flip off a clown on the highway. After I suggested that there were three of us and we could probably take him, he said "Well, yeah, we could take him. But what about the 8 guys that jump out of the trunk?" Current Mood: confused
|Friday, June 23rd, 2006|
As I was driving to work today, I saw a pickup truck pulling a small trailer. On the trailer was a barbecue grill. It was kind of cool, actually. It looked like it was built out of an old propane tank or something, painted pink and made to look like a giant pig. It even had a little curly tail stuck on the end. When I finally got to my exit, I was able to get far enough off to the side to see the head as well.
But for 90% of my commute today, I could only see the tail since the truck was directly in front of me. So, just in case I wasn't already feeling unhappy enough about getting out of bed and driving to another day of work, I spent my entire trip staring up a pig's ass.
Thanks, God. Love you too. Current Mood: tired
|Friday, May 5th, 2006|
|Checking and travel plans
Sorry for the quick post, I am on dial up and there is only so much I can take. :) If I dropped out of sight this week (and I did, so more to the point if anybody noticed I dropped out of sight this week...) it's because I was trying to wrap up two projects before heading off to meet with clients in New Jersey. It was kind of a last minute, whirlwind trip. I worked all weekend and Monday and Tuesday, worked half of Wednesday, flew to Philadelphia with Scott and Kevin, drove to Trenton and slept, then had a meeting until 2 yesterday, drove back to the airport and they got on the plane back.
Normally I would have gone with them and then been back at work today. I know they are, from the number of times my cell phone has rung. :) But since I was right here in Philadelphia, my mom would have hunted me down and hurt me if I hadn't visited. ;) So I took the day off and spent last night and this morning with my family and then I fly back to Kansas City in the morning.
All in all, it's been a very good trip. I wish I had more time here to just relax, but at least I get a day off and chance to see my family. And then when I get back, I'll have the weekend to decompress a little before I get back to work and the Iowa project picks up again. And, like I said, all in all a good trip. I'm sure I'll post more details next week, but... seriously, dial up is driving me crazy. :)
But I can't help but share one story. I was flying in to my lay over in Detroit on Wednesday and I'd actually fallen asleep. I never sleep on planes, because I can't even really fall asleep sitting up in my own house, but I was so exhausted I kept drifting in and out. So I finally woke up just as we were starting to descend, and my mind was still a little foggy, but I heard the co-pilot welcome us to Detroit on behalf of our captain, Ted Striker. And my brain wasn't quite clear enough to concentrate on two things at once, so I have no idea what he said after that. Stuff about weather, I'm sure. Personally, I just sat there thinking to myself...Ted Striker???
Who is that? I definitely know a guy named Ted Striker...
It was in a movie, I think, and it definitely had something to do with being a pilot...
Ted Striker... Captain Ted Striker...
Jeez, what a horrible name for a pilot to have!!
Surely he can't be serious!
And then I just started laughing out loud and people looked at me really funny. But that's not unusual. :)
|Wednesday, April 12th, 2006|
Apparently, there was a baby shower in my office today. Well, I shouldn't say "apparently." I knew it was happening and all. I was even given an invitation. But I sort of thought they were kidding. As it turns out, we were all actually expected to go. So I did, because my boss told me too. Granted, he told me before leaving for the airport to go to New Mexico, so I think I was somewhat set up. :) But I went, anyway, if only for a little while.
I'm still not sure I really get the whole baby shower experience. It seemed pretty quiet and silly and mostly involved eating food. Don't get me wrong, I like food. But I guess I always thought there must be more to it. I admit it, I like to think that all get-together's that involve only women descend into pajama-clad pillow fights within about an hour. Really, it's just more fun to think of it that way.
And in fairness, the three of us guys who attended made ourselves scarce pretty quickly after the food part ended and the game/gift part began. So maybe it got all naughty after I left. Perhaps not, since it was in a large conference room with glass walls, but I still choose to believe it did.
The part I was there for was kind of boring, though. We all guessed how many M&Ms were in the baby bottle. I guessed 272 and the answer was 260. I got cheated out of my M&Ms, though, because Bob guessed 250. Drat! But probably just as well. I'm fat enough without carrying around the mental image of candy coming out of a nipple. And I will simply point out in passing that of the 20 people there, two of the three guys present got first and second in that little game. Apparently, it's only length men can't estimate.
Other than that, I just sat there and made dumb jokes to cover my nervousness about how many times I was hearing my coworkers say "nipple." Not even the jokes were all that funny. Well, one. When Tammy said "I got the cake at Costco" and the mother to be said "I love Costco, you can get anything at Costco!", I announced "You can get the actual baby there, too, but you have to get triplets." I cracked myself up with that one. But then they started opening gifts and it was time to leave. The first package were some baby clothes. They were nice enough, I guess, although I don't get the baby clothes thing. I almost said "Ohmigod, look at the little shoooooeeeees!" but I decided not to because a) there weren't actually any little shoes, and b) I don't like to actively make fun of any group of people that has me out-numbered 17 to 1. Especially since I was pretty sure there were pillows hidden somewhere in the room.
But between my behavior treading dangerously close to the line where I was going to get beat up and the fact that I was pretty sure there was something somewhere in that pile of gifts that I would prefer not to ever have the mental image of in my head when Kathy says good morning to me, it was time to get the heck out of there. Current Mood: confused
|Thursday, April 6th, 2006|
According to an email I just received, there is a possibility of bad weather this afternoon. This scares me. Not because weather scares me, but because Kansas City weather people scare me. But I won't write about that, because if I ranted in my journal every time a member of the KC media annoyed me, you'd all delete me in about four hours.
But to make things worse, Time Warner has recently made some changes to their cable system that freak me out. Somehow, they have found a way to patch emergency signals directly through to the DVR no matter what I am watching. So even if I'm watching something I recorded weeks ago, I will still get the little "This is a test" message scrolling at the bottom, and the audio signal pops in to tell me whatever they want to tell me. I don't really have a problem with that, it's actually kind of cool. Now. After the third time I see it, it will likely annoy me. But for now, it just seems cool.
The only problem is, they still haven't worked out all the kinks. The only time I've heard it, the audio track they used came through all slowed down. When you slow down a man's voice like that, it gets pretty weird. I wish I'd been able to record it and post it. But suffice it to say, it's a good thing he started with "This is a test of the emergency broadcast system". Because if he'd said there was a tornado coming, I'd probably still be cowering in the basement. In fact, his voice would not have sounded the least bit out of place if he'd started with "I am the Angel of Death. You have been judged unworthy. Prepare your soul."
Which, don't get me wrong, he didn't. I'm just saying, scary voice to have popping up on your TV, especially when you're watching something you know you recorded a week ago. :)
 Okay, I can't help it. The latest KC contribution to news reporting is the use of visual aids. Over the weekend, they had a story about some guys who broke into an auto parts place and beat an employee with an ax until he told them where the money was, stole a few thousands dollars in cash and then stole a truck and drove away in it. The truck even had an ID number that police could use to identify it. I can think of a couple of items in interest in this story. The fact that a guy got beat with an ax
is kind of interesting. Stealing thousands of dollars is pretty good. Stealing a truck is good. The possibility of viewers being able to identify the truck is good. Heck, I even long for the good old days (which I hated at the time) where the reporter insists on standing in front of a closed auto parts story while he reports it.
But that's not how the story was reported this time. It started with "This is a set of keys." Because in the KC version, the thieves didn't steal a truck, they stole a set of keys and "used them to drive away in a truck." This allowed the reporter to read the story while jingling a set of keys in front of the camera. And to think I used to be exaggerating when I said the KC media treated us all like 4 month olds. Current Mood: scared
|Monday, March 20th, 2006|
I just checked Yahoo to see if I could get a weather forecast for this storm that is supposed to arrive tonight. According to the report, there should only be total accumulation in my area of 2-4 inches. Just after I breathed a sigh of relief, I noticed that the same report said it was currently 39 degrees with a high for the day of 38. I'm not sure I can trust a report with those kinds of mathematical skills. :)
With my luck, they probably think 2-4 is bigger than 10-12. :( Current Mood: confused
|Friday, March 3rd, 2006|
The other night I saw a report on the news that... well, in my own defense, let me stop here. I don't actually watch TV news. But it was on while I was running around getting ready to go to bed. I swear. So as I've been walking back and forth, they've done this whole feature story on people that have gotten sick and ended up losing their homes. Mostly they were interviewing people like this woman that had cancer and she couldn't make the mortgage payments on her home and so the bank foreclosed. Now I have to admit I don't really consider this news, I suspect it was something they did as some sort of human interest story. And if you want my cynical guess, I'd imagine that the way they advertised it all night long was probably less than tasteful or responsible. But I didn't watch the story so I shouldn't take shots at it. Maybe they actually had something interesting to say.
What I do
know is that the 45 second conclusion to the story included a reporter standing there recapping the entire story while standing in front of an originally designed graphic with a house and a big foreclosed sign across it and probably something that denoted medicine in some way. And across the bottom of this picture was the title of the story: "Loose Your Health, Loose Your Home".
Now, seriously, I don't expect much from TV news these days. But if you're going to devote 1/6 of your total program to a particular story, could you at least have someone sign off on the graphic first? I mean, at least pretend to be a news program. Is that so hard?
And the truly scary part is that wasn't even the stupidest thing to appear on a Kansas City news program this week. By far. That was just a mistake. On Tuesday night, I must have seen 5 ads for the feature story on the 10 o'clock news, which was... I kid you not... "Crazy X-rays". It was an entire story devoted to showing x-rays of people that had weird stuff stuck in their bodies. Seriously. Current Mood: depressed
|Friday, February 24th, 2006|
| Stolen from Borrowed from
Inspired by ladymeg1
According to this site
, the #1 song on the day I was born was "How Can You Mend a Broken Heart" by The Bee Gees. The is particularly ironic because the Bee Gees scare me. Truly. That one guy's voice just sort of makes my head hurt. I can't hear that high. I try to listen to a song (okay, I don't, but it's the freakin' Bee Gees so how can I avoid it?) and I hear:
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a *mumble mumble* *screech screech*
... time to talk...
*one long continuous screech*
*actual physical pain begins*
*at this point I black out, and then finally come to and hear*
Stayin' alive, stayin' alive!
But, anyway, that probably has nothing to do with them being on the radio the day I was born. I just thought it was funny. :) Current Mood: scared
|Monday, February 13th, 2006|
Oh, what the heck. I've already posted original content once today. Based on my recent posting history, that frees me up for the month. :) So if, in the meantime, you would like to come up with a few words to describe me, feel free
I also understand that there is more negative version of the meme, but what the heck? So far, most of you don't seem to be holding back the things you don't
like about me. ;)
|Thursday, December 15th, 2005|
Awhile back, cubicalgirl
tagged me to do a meme about weird habits. I haven't done it yet, largely because I already did this post
back when it wasn't a meme and I (obviously) liked to hear myself talk. And since I don't think it's time to start subjecting you fine folks to reruns, I'm afraid I have to refuse.
But this will make cubicalgirl
mad and she may stop posting lovely little comments in my journal, most of which include a picture of her butt. So we can't have that! So here, as a small peace offering, is one extra bit of weird information about me, adapted from a comment I made elsewhere:
I consider myself a reasonably smart person in most areas, but my brain is completely incapable of remembering what channel television programs are on. I'd like to blame this on the pure stubbornness of cable providers that causes them to put "Fox4" on channel 6, but it's not all their fault. Even when I was watching broadcast TV, I couldn't remember where the networks were.
I can remember where they used to be when I was a kid in Philadelphia. NBC was on 3, ABC was on 6, and CBS was on 10. No problem.
But then somewhere along the line, just to make my life more difficult, NBC and CBS switched channels in Philadelphia and my brain never recovered. For the rest of my time living there, if I wanted to watch, for example, Cheers
my brain would say "Okay, that's on NBC so it's on 3 except now it's on 10" and I'd turn to channel 10.
And then I moved to Connecticut and I would have loved to have just cleared out that portion of my brain and started over, but I couldn't. So then if I wanted to watch something on NBC, my brain would say "Okay, NBC is on 3 but now it's on 10, except now I live in Connecticut so now it's on 4." And I'd switch to channel 4.
And then I moved to Kansas City and now if I want to watch something on NBC, my brain says "Okay, NBC used to be on 3 and then it was on 10 and then it was 4 and now it's on... um, crap!" And then I usually flip through the channels until I either find it or I give up. Or if I want to watch something on CBS, I think "Okay, that should be on 10 except it moved to 3 and then it was 5 and now it's... oh, dammit, screw the show. I'm going to go read livejournal."
And it occurs to me now that I think about it that the only two current network shows I watch are House
, neither of which is on NBC or CBS. I'm honestly not sure if that's a coincidence. :) Current Mood: contemplative
|Tuesday, December 6th, 2005|
Being a sports-deprived ex-Philadelphian, I can't help but be excited whenever one of my teams gets televised nationally. So needless to say, last night I happily settled in front of the TV with some snacks and a desire to stay up until the early morning watching my beloved but beleaguered Eagles play their hearts out for one last gasp at a successful season.
I won't recap the heartache of the evening, except to brag for a moment and point out that I did not, in fact, yell loudly enough to wake neighbors. A moral victory, some would say. I did, however, give up and go to bed well before halftime. :(
So as I stood there by the bed I couldn't help but reflect on the season and the team as I got undressed and perhaps just a little too violently threw my clothes into the hamper from across the room. My socks... two points (er, sorry, wrong sport). My sweatpants... split the uprights. My officially licensed Philadelphia Eagles souvenir t-shirt... sailed high and wide enough to knock bottles off the top of a five foot dresser. Probably should have seen that coming.
On a happier note, I was able to tackle the dresser before it scored. This makes me the most successful Eagles quarterback in weeks. Current Mood: sad
|Tuesday, November 8th, 2005|
You probably already know my philosophy when it comes to LJ... if you haven't posted in a month, there's no better way to break the ice than to ask for stuff. :)
Seriously, things are going well and life is progressing just fine, with the exception of work kicking my butt. I spent most of last week commuting back and forth to Topeka working on a project only to find out suddenly I had to present it to the big bosses here and from the Des Moines office first thing Friday morning. So we walked into the presentation with literally nobody having seen it except me and the programmer. I think Scott was getting pretty paranoid about how things were going to go. :) But the presentation went well and he even gave me the afternoon off. Sweet.
Aside from that, life is good. I still have to make an update about the trip, but who knows when I'll have time for that. Probably somewhere in 2006, about when I remember to get the pictures developed. ;)
So here comes the part where I start asking for stuff. ;) To spare you most of a long story, Scott has been pressing people for a while now to try a vegetarian Indian place he discovered, but none of the big bosses are willing to eat there. So with them all out of town, today is the day. It should be fun and I've never had Indian food, but there is supposedly a buffet so I will probably get a little of this and a little of that. So does anybody have any recommendations, just to make sure I get the full experience? Obviously, I'm not asking you to pick something I will enjoy, because that would be horribly unfair. :) But if you know of something I would do myself a disservice by not trying, please jump in and say so. Current Mood: happy
|Thursday, October 27th, 2005|
Just wanted to make a quick announcement to let everyone know that I am back from vacation and back at work as of this morning. I have many nice comments to respond to, so I will try to get to that as soon as possible. But in the meantime, everyone might as well know I am alive and well. :)
I hope everyone had a lovely week! Current Mood: happy