She lives!

She lives!
I had a pretty crummy night last night so I called out of work today. Would you believe I woke up only two hours ago? Actually, I think I can’t eat junkfood anymore. It does a number on my stomach.

you wanna piece of me?Two months since Mickey’s passing, and I still have a hard time coming home and not seeing him. I was looking at some old photos, and I found this gem. I bought Mickey a sweater for Christmas last year. It was very cute — navy with white stars — but he hated it. It was also a bit small. He humored me and wore it twice. This is not the cutest picture of him by far, but he looks so perturbed and tough in it that you just have to laugh.

Comments are closed

What makes me smile on a Monday Morning

What makes me smile on a Monday Morning:
I live not far from a Melitta plant. According to their web site, they roast and package coffee there. It’s what I smell every morning when I drive by. That smell of fresh-ground coffee that makes even us non-coffee drinkers want to grab a hot cup. That smell that says, “Good morning!” and reminds me of waking up as a small girl to the smell of coffee perking. It’s been around as long as I remember — and since I know that some people live close to a paper mill or a fertilizer plant, I consider myself lucky that we live close to such a great-smelling factory. :)

In sad news, the yellow highlighter that I’ve been using at work for almost 4 years now has gone AWOL. It’s pink sister was swiped over a year ago. It’s ok though. I know where the stash is, and I availed myself (a benefit of working in the morning) of a new yellow and a new pink one. Straight from the box, not from someone else’s desk.

And speaking of desks, Damon’s is very tidy this morning. Much tidier than usual. Tidy enough that it makes me wonder if he’s coming in. Hmm…

Dierdre the Pain got her upgraded Mage armor last night. I’ll get a screenshot up later today. She’s almost level 79.

Mood: Sleepy.
Work docket: Did Ingle, will do hot jobs (ads *just* converted) and start on rewriting the community guide script.
Lunch: I brought Lean Cuisine Salisbury steak.
Afternoon: I’m finding that a nice 60-90 minute siesta in the afternoons makes me more productive in the evenings. I may research that further today.
Evening: Unknown. I’m toying with making some Strawberry Shortcake.

Comments are closed

Happy Weekend!

Happy Weekend! The chip in my windshield has been filled in — you can still see it though. I’m trying to view it as a ‘battle scar’ rather than a chink in my beautiful less-than-year-old car. Played Dierdre the Pain last night and got her to level 78. Wholly through the efforts of my guild-mates, who happily let me tag along and fellow on their big hunts.

I tried playing SWG today. I feel so isolated in that game. I really don’t know anyone, and the help system seems flawed. There was a tutorial dungeon, but I still feel as if I was kicked out of there knowing nothing.

Wt: 136.8. Odd. I’m not really focused on the weight at this point.
Mood: Pleasant
Today: I’m going to head to the gym at 1ish. Also, I’m making baby steps toward cleaning the kitchen/bathroom. BBQ at Dad’s at an unknown time. Prolly around 5ish. Guild meeting at 10pm. XP Chain meeting at 11pm. Massive hunting afterward.

Comments are closed

Chip off of my shoulder

Chip off of my shoulder
I journeyed to Safelite this afternoon, and after it quickly being determined that the chip is repairable, I was told that State Farm will pay for the cost of the repair, since it’s cheaper for them to do so than to pay for replacement. (Even though SF didn’t know that the cost of replacing the windshield would have been below deductable, so they’re ending up spending more money in the long run.) I have to get back there at 4 PMish to get the repair done.

Which cancels the YMCA plan and the early-evening-nap plan. But at least my windshield would be fixed.

True encounter at Commerce Bank:
I slipped into the ATM vestibule to grab my weekly ‘allowance’ and a late 40-ish gentleman was standing in front of the ATM. I asked if he was in line for the ATM, and he said no. Then out of the blue:

Man: My parents and doctors have put me on psychiatric drugs.
Me: (looks up to make sure he’s talking to someone else. No, he’s talking to me.)
Increasingly Creepy Man: They say I’m bipolar schitzophrenic. What do you think?
Me: (deciding to go the “fast cash” option from the ATM ) Well…..sometimes doctors are wrong. If you think your doctor is wrong, maybe you need to ask your parents if you could go for a second opinion.
Self-professed bipolar schitzophrenic Man: Oh.
Me: (grabs cash, receipt, ATM card…heads for door)
Man: Did you know they have 7-day banking here?
Me: (smiles) Yes…that’s why I come here. Enjoy your day! (dashes to car)
Man: You too!

Comments are closed