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Jan. 22nd, 2002
Lessee....
Good news at work. We landed a major sale that we've been holding our breath on for a while. And they bought us (not very good) pizza to celebrate.
I have a babysitter today, so no trying to juggle work and baby.
Spent most of the morning looking at tattoos, looking for something to start designing my next tattoo from. I know kinda what I want, and my brother's going to take a stab at drawing something for me. Of course, looking at all the pictures, I found about 17 other things I could do instead. Yay confusion.
I got more RAM for both my computers.
I downloaded a bunch of Dar Williams songs. I'm not sure how I've managed to never listen to her before this, but I'm glad I checked her out.
Wiley says I can repaint my living room and dining room this spring. Now I just need to figure out what color to do it. This is an important question to consider. Ack. Hopefully I won't get completely frozen by indecision, the way I usually manage to do.
We may be getting cripple boy back at work. This *might* keep me out of the pager rotation, and might mean Miss Shani gets to come work in my office, even if our boss thinks we won't work well together. Harumph to that, I say!
And Miss Shani's coming over for Indian food and Buffy tonight. Whee!
I need someone to talk me out of my fear of getting my tongue pierced, because I desperately want it, but am so squicked at the thought of it hurting, or making my tongue swell up or something stupid like that. But it's so fabulous, and looks so good, and would be so unexpected in my mouth. Damn my timid nature!
And the dreaded George has arrived, which means my brief flash into super cranky-and-blah jenn yesterday was probably just a good healthy dose of PMS, which is heartening.
However, if my Doctor's office doesn't call me back soon about this damn IUD, I'm going to blow them up. Dammit.
Wow, this is a spectacularly manic post. Oh well.
Good news at work. We landed a major sale that we've been holding our breath on for a while. And they bought us (not very good) pizza to celebrate.
I have a babysitter today, so no trying to juggle work and baby.
Spent most of the morning looking at tattoos, looking for something to start designing my next tattoo from. I know kinda what I want, and my brother's going to take a stab at drawing something for me. Of course, looking at all the pictures, I found about 17 other things I could do instead. Yay confusion.
I got more RAM for both my computers.
I downloaded a bunch of Dar Williams songs. I'm not sure how I've managed to never listen to her before this, but I'm glad I checked her out.
Wiley says I can repaint my living room and dining room this spring. Now I just need to figure out what color to do it. This is an important question to consider. Ack. Hopefully I won't get completely frozen by indecision, the way I usually manage to do.
We may be getting cripple boy back at work. This *might* keep me out of the pager rotation, and might mean Miss Shani gets to come work in my office, even if our boss thinks we won't work well together. Harumph to that, I say!
And Miss Shani's coming over for Indian food and Buffy tonight. Whee!
I need someone to talk me out of my fear of getting my tongue pierced, because I desperately want it, but am so squicked at the thought of it hurting, or making my tongue swell up or something stupid like that. But it's so fabulous, and looks so good, and would be so unexpected in my mouth. Damn my timid nature!
And the dreaded George has arrived, which means my brief flash into super cranky-and-blah jenn yesterday was probably just a good healthy dose of PMS, which is heartening.
However, if my Doctor's office doesn't call me back soon about this damn IUD, I'm going to blow them up. Dammit.
Wow, this is a spectacularly manic post. Oh well.
Who here watches Quantum Leap?
Jan. 22nd, 2002 05:53 pmI just found out that my CEO took on of the pictures that appears in the montage of historical photos they use to set the time period in the opening credits. The one of the women marching in an ERA demonstration.
Wacky.
Wacky.
I cannot believe
Jan. 22nd, 2002 06:59 pmthat I am sitting through a serious conversation in the Nexus debating whether or not dolphin mating behavior constitutes RAPE.
I quote "They kidnapped a female away from her pod, and wouldn't let her back until every male in the bachelor pod had had sex with her."
Ummmm, hello? Normal animal mating behavior?
Am I the only one in the room who thinks this trivializes real rape issues?
ARGH.
I quote "They kidnapped a female away from her pod, and wouldn't let her back until every male in the bachelor pod had had sex with her."
Ummmm, hello? Normal animal mating behavior?
Am I the only one in the room who thinks this trivializes real rape issues?
ARGH.
