The bro's family is gone. They treated my rents to dinner Thursday night. The Dinks went of course and she had a blast. Then the SIL had to be the killjoy. She tried to take my kid's chicken fingers off her plate. The logic: "Well, she's not eating them." Thank goodness dad put a stop to that (I would have put a fork in her damn hand). He told her they were taking them home so Dinks could have them for lunch Friday. What's next is the best. Can you friggin believe that sow wanted to take MY daughter's chicken fingers for the road? Logic: "I need my protein. I have to have them." She is so lucky I wan't there. So my mom made the ungrateful bitch egg salad for the road. Grrrrrrr. I would have told her to jam a cheesesteak up her ass. There you go, there's your protein!
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My work let me out early yesterday. I almost fell out of my chair. No, wait, I did. Anyway, on the way home, the mobile rings. It's Geo.
"The heater died."
(said as sarcastically as possible) "Oh THAT'S JUST GRAND!"
"Yeah, I went to wash my hands and only cold water came out. I checked the thermostat and it was 60 degrees."
"Did you call the oil company for service?"
"No."
??????????
"Why?"
"I was going to work. Besides, the account's in your name."
"Gee thanks babe."
"Not a problem. Love ya!"
"Love ya too."
What can I say, I call to order take-out so naturally something like that would follow suit.
So when I got home, I hit the restart button on the evil thing. It kicked over but made this unholy noise. Then it started banging and I smelled the oil. Flick goes the kill switch and the phone call was made. By 9:30, I had heat again. I love my oil company. I bought their Platinum Protection plan for 24/7 service on my heater and I use every bit of it.
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It's New Year's Eve and we're spending it with our neighbors. Hey, I hate traveling on New Year's. I don't even care for the whole New Year's Eve thing. Honest, many times in my younger single days I wanted to spend it alone, in bed, asleep. I didn't care! But some people thought I was doing it because I had nowhere to go so I'd get invites to go out. What does one do when it's 10:00PM and you have a friend on the phone saying, "But, duuuuude, it's NEW Year's Eve! Ya gotta go out!" No I don't. But I would. I still wanted to really sleep. Now that I'm older and hitched, I go as far as 200 feet from my home. Let's see if I actually watch the ball drop this year (it'll be six in a row if I don't).
One New Year's Eve, I got tanked at my cousin's place. We watched Dick Clark rock in the year with Kiss. This was just before the men of make-up made their second comeback. I laughed my ass off watching 40ish guys with big ole guts wearing their party garb and thrashing their non-existent locks as they banged their heads and held up the secret devil hand signal. It was comical as all hell. Then I passed out. I remember barfing my lungs up at sometime during the night. The next morning, with a hangover that could have killed a five year old, her goofy husband walked by the room they dumped me in and said (a la Hugh Laurie from "Black Adder Goes Fourth"), "Tally ho, barf barf!!"
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I have been such a slug lately at reading other blogs. It's just that there are so many! I could literally spend, minimum, two hours just reading and commenting. I suck so bad at time management. I'll get better.
What's great about the blogworld is that I never realized there are SO many talented, funny, and interesting people out there in this world. There are scads of them. We are so drowned by the likes of sports figures, entertainment idols, actors, actresses, and others of such ilk, that Joe Smith or Jane Brown often go ignored and unseen. That's what is so cool about blogging. You don't need to be an IT expert or a literary degree holder to participate. Just have a PC and access to the net and off you go!
I tip my hat to all I have met in the past few months. You are all some of the best people I have yet to meet. Kudos, hugs , and high fives all around!
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Comcast sucks
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I so desperately have to straighten my home. There's crap everywhere. If it's not a toy, it's a book or some type of WWII militaria or a video game or food that was cleverly disguised as a toy or important paperwork (really should put that away) or an item manufactured in China or etc etc etc. So what does one who bitches about the untidiness of their home do? They blog, of course.
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I've given up on my "no cussing" agenda for this blog. It's too much of a pain in the ass to write what I want and then stop myself by thinking, "Oh, but you're trying not to cuss." Then the train of thought I had been writing suddenly derails and I'm left with this slackjawed blank stare. No more I say!
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I have to go on iTunes and grab me some music. My iPod still has 13GBs to go. Damn but that thing holds a lot of tunes.
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It's now nine and a half hours EST before the New Year. What's your resolutions?
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
It came from out of town
Nana and Pop-Pop have been watching the Dinks this week. Her daycare is closed for winter break so mom and dad have been righteous enough to watch her.
Oh wait, you wouldn't understand the "righteous" part. You're probably thinking, "What? Righteous with your parents? I thought they jumped on the nanosecond of opportunity to watch the Dinker."
They do, they do.
But this week is special. This is Christmas week. And that brings to my parents' house ...
[to be said with resounding echo] my brother and his family
Ooooo, spooky. And trust me, it is.
Let's give some background history, shall we?
My bro and his family hail from NC. Each year, they load up their sleigh and drive here to PA tofreeload spend the week with my mom and dad. My mom gets very irritated looks forward to these annual gatherings. My dad wants to hide tolerates it to a degree. Both of my parents look forward to the sleigh's day of departure back to NC with flags in hand ready to be waived once the sleigh is out of view.
Including my bro, there are four of them. Simply put, they are a mix of the Addam's Family meets Village of the Damned in the middle of a Dead concert.
My bro is okay in a dead-head, hippie, atheist, electrical-engineer extraordinaire, beyond well-read sort-of way. He's a nice guy and we'll leave it at that.
His wife, my SIL, is another case. She is very sociable albeit a bit bossy at times. And she chews her food like a cow chews cud. You can actually hear her eating. Let it be known now that that's one of my biggest pet peeves. And she's also a bit ... how to say ... weird. I mean, I'm a raving loopy loon but she is just ... odd. "Odd how?" you might ask. Scenerio: when my bro and his wife moved from CA to NC, my parents went down to NC to help them get unpacked. Upon my parents return, mom called me with this little tidbit of quirk. My SIL packed and shipped from CA, of all things, empty egg cartons. Three moving boxes worth. And she also packed brown paper bags like the kind you get from a grocery store. These items are probably still in their boxes some twelve years later.
As for my niece and nephew? To meet them for the first time, you'd think they're just two kids. They'll say "Hi" and give the slight wave. Then they'll stare at you ... with this creepy gaze. You find yourself waiting for their eyes to start glowing (which to date has not happened).
My nephew is different. He loves magic (he's actually rather good at card tricks and illusions), computers, reading, and magnets. His social skills are finally coming along after years of being painfully shy and slighty immature. He's a nice kid and we'll leave it at that.
My niece, however, is overly sarcastic and she thinks she's funny sarcastic. Sadly, that's not the case. She just sounds obnoxious. But she not a smart-mouth like my other niece so that's a plus to her.
Take away those idiosyncrasies and they're actually a good group.
But take those little foibles, pack it all under one small roof for a week, and you get a 75 year old man who now feigns being deaf and a 72 year old woman who is contemplating the use of crack.
Togetherness is not all it's trumped up to be. Some things do not mesh well together. Take routines for example.
We all have routines. I, personally, get up in the morning, shower, dress, fix hair and face, get the baby ready, make coffee for Geo, make lunches for Dinks and Geo, pack the car, and out the door we go. Any deviation from this routine and I am mentally discumboobilated for the entire morning. My parents have daily routines. They've been in a quiet house all to theirselves for over sixteen years and like it that way. My bro and hiszoo family have their odd-ass routines. When the latter two routines clash, it's not a pretty site.
Example of the clashing is as follows. My mom does her laundry a certain way. She sorts, pretreats, soaks, washes, and softens. My mom's laundry always ALWAYS smells good. If and when she washes the baby's stuff and I take it home, it's like soft smelling potpourri in the dresser drawers. And that's a scent that reminds me of my mom and her laundering craft. Then the DIL comes along. DIL washes her clothes and the kids' clothes. My bro is on his own for his laundry (I shit you not). Whether or not she uses her own laundry products is uncertain and there are some things I really could care less about. Anywho, she sorts, sniffs (yes, sniffs!), and washes. Then everything gets chucked in the dryer at Hades high until they all come out crispy. And just like at a laundromat, if there is something in the washer or dryer, she removes to go ahead with her own use. And not tell my mom. Mom then finds her stuff either partly air-dried in a heap in her laundry basket or scrunched in one of her laundry sorting bags - clean but now mussed because they weren't folded in time after being removed from the dryer. Not a good thing for a clean freak like my mother.
And that's just one of the issues.
I tell my mom every year to tell my bro to get a friggin hotel. He's not poor - he can afford to shell out the cash for a weeks stay. She pulls the martyr act and says she puts up with the inconvenience for the sake of the kids and my brother. I notice the DIL is never mentioned. Then she'll bitch about every little thing that happens all week. I tell her she chose misery. She calls me unsympathetic. She's right.
So Dinker right now is my parents' godsend. They are clinging to her as their one piece of sanity. When things with the others get to be a bit too much, mom puts all of her attention on the Dinks. Dad just keeps up the deafness charade.
Besides, Dinks has been tagging my niece like a three foot shadow and it's annoying the crap out of my niece. I'd say I had sympathy but I'd be lying.
Tomorrow, NC will leave PA. The locust will have scarfed all they could and take all that has been given and hightail it out of here via I-95. They will leave behind my flag-waiving parents and whatever remains of crumbs mom and dad can Swiffer off the floor.
And Dad will still pretend he's deaf. I think he likes his world that way.
Oh wait, you wouldn't understand the "righteous" part. You're probably thinking, "What? Righteous with your parents? I thought they jumped on the nanosecond of opportunity to watch the Dinker."
They do, they do.
But this week is special. This is Christmas week. And that brings to my parents' house ...
[to be said with resounding echo] my brother and his family
Ooooo, spooky. And trust me, it is.
Let's give some background history, shall we?
My bro and his family hail from NC. Each year, they load up their sleigh and drive here to PA to
Including my bro, there are four of them. Simply put, they are a mix of the Addam's Family meets Village of the Damned in the middle of a Dead concert.
My bro is okay in a dead-head, hippie, atheist, electrical-engineer extraordinaire, beyond well-read sort-of way. He's a nice guy and we'll leave it at that.
His wife, my SIL, is another case. She is very sociable albeit a bit bossy at times. And she chews her food like a cow chews cud. You can actually hear her eating. Let it be known now that that's one of my biggest pet peeves. And she's also a bit ... how to say ... weird. I mean, I'm a raving loopy loon but she is just ... odd. "Odd how?" you might ask. Scenerio: when my bro and his wife moved from CA to NC, my parents went down to NC to help them get unpacked. Upon my parents return, mom called me with this little tidbit of quirk. My SIL packed and shipped from CA, of all things, empty egg cartons. Three moving boxes worth. And she also packed brown paper bags like the kind you get from a grocery store. These items are probably still in their boxes some twelve years later.
As for my niece and nephew? To meet them for the first time, you'd think they're just two kids. They'll say "Hi" and give the slight wave. Then they'll stare at you ... with this creepy gaze. You find yourself waiting for their eyes to start glowing (which to date has not happened).
My nephew is different. He loves magic (he's actually rather good at card tricks and illusions), computers, reading, and magnets. His social skills are finally coming along after years of being painfully shy and slighty immature. He's a nice kid and we'll leave it at that.
My niece, however, is overly sarcastic and she thinks she's funny sarcastic. Sadly, that's not the case. She just sounds obnoxious. But she not a smart-mouth like my other niece so that's a plus to her.
Take away those idiosyncrasies and they're actually a good group.
But take those little foibles, pack it all under one small roof for a week, and you get a 75 year old man who now feigns being deaf and a 72 year old woman who is contemplating the use of crack.
Togetherness is not all it's trumped up to be. Some things do not mesh well together. Take routines for example.
We all have routines. I, personally, get up in the morning, shower, dress, fix hair and face, get the baby ready, make coffee for Geo, make lunches for Dinks and Geo, pack the car, and out the door we go. Any deviation from this routine and I am mentally discumboobilated for the entire morning. My parents have daily routines. They've been in a quiet house all to theirselves for over sixteen years and like it that way. My bro and his
Example of the clashing is as follows. My mom does her laundry a certain way. She sorts, pretreats, soaks, washes, and softens. My mom's laundry always ALWAYS smells good. If and when she washes the baby's stuff and I take it home, it's like soft smelling potpourri in the dresser drawers. And that's a scent that reminds me of my mom and her laundering craft. Then the DIL comes along. DIL washes her clothes and the kids' clothes. My bro is on his own for his laundry (I shit you not). Whether or not she uses her own laundry products is uncertain and there are some things I really could care less about. Anywho, she sorts, sniffs (yes, sniffs!), and washes. Then everything gets chucked in the dryer at Hades high until they all come out crispy. And just like at a laundromat, if there is something in the washer or dryer, she removes to go ahead with her own use. And not tell my mom. Mom then finds her stuff either partly air-dried in a heap in her laundry basket or scrunched in one of her laundry sorting bags - clean but now mussed because they weren't folded in time after being removed from the dryer. Not a good thing for a clean freak like my mother.
And that's just one of the issues.
I tell my mom every year to tell my bro to get a friggin hotel. He's not poor - he can afford to shell out the cash for a weeks stay. She pulls the martyr act and says she puts up with the inconvenience for the sake of the kids and my brother. I notice the DIL is never mentioned. Then she'll bitch about every little thing that happens all week. I tell her she chose misery. She calls me unsympathetic. She's right.
So Dinker right now is my parents' godsend. They are clinging to her as their one piece of sanity. When things with the others get to be a bit too much, mom puts all of her attention on the Dinks. Dad just keeps up the deafness charade.
Besides, Dinks has been tagging my niece like a three foot shadow and it's annoying the crap out of my niece. I'd say I had sympathy but I'd be lying.
Tomorrow, NC will leave PA. The locust will have scarfed all they could and take all that has been given and hightail it out of here via I-95. They will leave behind my flag-waiving parents and whatever remains of crumbs mom and dad can Swiffer off the floor.
And Dad will still pretend he's deaf. I think he likes his world that way.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Happy Birthday, Kelsey
Your family misses you, little one.
I only pray wherever you are, you are happy and warm and endlessly cuddled.
peace little angel
Okay, so the tree looks a little red
This was the tree last year. I must have snapped this year's pic when only the red lights were a-flashin'! Nuts.
Geo still wants to ditch it. I'm standing my ground.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Two Christmas pics
Our sad little Charlie Brown tree. Geo hates it - I love it. I want to keep it. Geo wants to trash it. We'll see who wins this battle.
The reason why I am tired today. Geo and I put this togther Christmas Eve (just the table). I set-up the trains yesterday. She loves it. She played Godzilla by shaking the trains on the bridge. Then she played "Airport 74" by crashing the plane into the bridge. I personally hate bridges so the damn bridge got no sympathy from me for the abuse it received at the hands of my child.
I inadvertently bought way too many Thomas the Tank things for the table. She has so many trains now. We've decided not to put them all on the track. I mean, the ride around the track would be boring aside from the occasional derailment .
I pray my child does not expect pressies today. She'll be disappointed and I'll have to bear the brunt of her wrath. *sigh*
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Merry Christmas one and all
Wrapping the rest of my gifts. Grrrrrrrrrrr. I'm not a happy friggin camper right now. Thank goodness for hot chocolate.
This night is not going well. The baby walks undetected in the room where I am wrapping, picks up a Blue's Clues Note Pad, and shouts "I love Blue!" Tape and paper go flying 'cause she scared the hell out of me. I yell at Geo to keep the poor waif occupied while I finish the obligatory chore. So what is his idea of keeping her busy? He's playing Medal of Honor on the PS2. Knucklehead.
At the rate I'm going, my butt is gonna be visited by four ghosts tonight.
On a lighter note, until the next time I sign-on:
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah to all of my friends!
This night is not going well. The baby walks undetected in the room where I am wrapping, picks up a Blue's Clues Note Pad, and shouts "I love Blue!" Tape and paper go flying 'cause she scared the hell out of me. I yell at Geo to keep the poor waif occupied while I finish the obligatory chore. So what is his idea of keeping her busy? He's playing Medal of Honor on the PS2. Knucklehead.
At the rate I'm going, my butt is gonna be visited by four ghosts tonight.
On a lighter note, until the next time I sign-on:
Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah to all of my friends!
Results of my Seven Deadly Sin Quiz (no shock)
| Greed: | Medium | |
| Gluttony: | Medium | |
| Wrath: | Low | |
| Sloth: | Medium | |
| Envy: | Low | |
| Lust: | Very Low | |
| Pride: | Low |
Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz
Twas the day before Christmas ...
... and the Dinks is sick. No, I'm turning this into a rhyming post. I'm grouchy and don't feel very festive.
Dinks has yet another 24 hour bug. I guess that's what one of her little friends in daycare decided to give as a gift this year to their classmates. Nice. It was the upper level of illness this morning. Poor thing couldn't keep anything in her tummy. Now it's migrated to the lower levels. I won't gross anyone out with that info.
Ow. I feel the migraine kicking.
I wrapped some of my gifts. Okay, I'm lying. The gifts were gift cards and I chucked them in itty-bitty gift bags. So sue me if I don't feel like curling ribbon and making origami tissue paper animals to place gently within the gift bags along with the cards.
Pffffffffftttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!
Later I'm wrapping Dink's loot. We bought her one of those wooden train table sets that's compatible with Brio and Thomas the Tank plus a bunch of the Thomas the Tank stuff to go with it. Yes, my daughter LOVES trains. Throw in some Disney DVD's, Dora stuff, and other little doohickees and that spells out Christmas morning. But I still need to wrap them.
Pain in skull getting worse.
I need some egg nog and rum ... hold the egg nog (thanks for that advice MDM)
Dinks has yet another 24 hour bug. I guess that's what one of her little friends in daycare decided to give as a gift this year to their classmates. Nice. It was the upper level of illness this morning. Poor thing couldn't keep anything in her tummy. Now it's migrated to the lower levels. I won't gross anyone out with that info.
Ow. I feel the migraine kicking.
I wrapped some of my gifts. Okay, I'm lying. The gifts were gift cards and I chucked them in itty-bitty gift bags. So sue me if I don't feel like curling ribbon and making origami tissue paper animals to place gently within the gift bags along with the cards.
Pffffffffftttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!!!
Later I'm wrapping Dink's loot. We bought her one of those wooden train table sets that's compatible with Brio and Thomas the Tank plus a bunch of the Thomas the Tank stuff to go with it. Yes, my daughter LOVES trains. Throw in some Disney DVD's, Dora stuff, and other little doohickees and that spells out Christmas morning. But I still need to wrap them.
Pain in skull getting worse.
I need some egg nog and rum ... hold the egg nog (thanks for that advice MDM)
Friday, December 23, 2005
Mmm-Mmm, Now That's Good Eatin'!
This article didn't really bother me until I read the end.
I have a general rule when it comes to what is served on my plate. If I know for a fact that what I am eating was gentically altered in anyway, I don't want it. That goes for GMO grain and mutant fish.
Double-Mouthed Fish Pulled from Nebraska Lake
I have a general rule when it comes to what is served on my plate. If I know for a fact that what I am eating was gentically altered in anyway, I don't want it. That goes for GMO grain and mutant fish.
Double-Mouthed Fish Pulled from Nebraska Lake
Sorry I haven't been around lately
I have been busy, busy, busy (said a la the magician in "Frosty the Snowman")!
I have been amazingly busy in work. Not to bore you with the details but I will anyway.
I blame the insanity all on the eco-geeks of this world. Why? Glad you asked. Some people in this world can NOT throw away paper. All must be recycled. Then there is the dilemma of unrecyclable paper (e.g., carbonless invoices). Thisgarbage paper will sit on a shelf until it can be used. Let me stress here that the paper is truly worthless. Now, some of this paper deemed worthless to the rest of society sometimes gets "mixed in" with the paper that serves a functional purpose. Now, the worthless paper may have, let's say, a bad mailing address on it. Then let's say this bad mailing address gets to about 40 or so people, and these crazy people actually send the necessary correspondence (i.e., payments) to this worthless address. Mix all of that together and you have what's called a collector's nightmare. I just wish some people were as observant as our customers when this paper was used.
"Oh, lookie here. I just printed an invoice on very old invoice stock. The payment address on this invoice is for a lockbox that has been closed for four years. Being the observant person I am, I will dutifully cross out the old address and write in the new one so we can be properly paid. Heck, I might even use the rubber stamp with our new payment address which was ordered by the collector of our company because she thought something like this might happen. WHEW! Glad I was observant and this didn't turn into a collector's nightmare."
Of course, that didn't happen.
Hence, I haven't been able to really blog this week. I can comment, but not blog.
Let's just throw on top of that the holidays. I still haven't wrapped or baked a damn thing. I am so totally screwed. I'll be wrapping and assembling until 4:00AM Christms morning. Santa is getting Chips Ahoy - he can handle it I'm sure. As of yesterday, I finally got all gifts and/or cards for everyone on my list. And the office Christmas party is today. Bless Geo and his cooking skills. He made the pasta salad for me. If it's good, I'll give him the credit. If it's bad, I'll take the blame. Seriously! Anywho, thankfully the holidays are wrapping up (pun quite intended).
Now I need a nap.
I have been amazingly busy in work. Not to bore you with the details but I will anyway.
I blame the insanity all on the eco-geeks of this world. Why? Glad you asked. Some people in this world can NOT throw away paper. All must be recycled. Then there is the dilemma of unrecyclable paper (e.g., carbonless invoices). This
"Oh, lookie here. I just printed an invoice on very old invoice stock. The payment address on this invoice is for a lockbox that has been closed for four years. Being the observant person I am, I will dutifully cross out the old address and write in the new one so we can be properly paid. Heck, I might even use the rubber stamp with our new payment address which was ordered by the collector of our company because she thought something like this might happen. WHEW! Glad I was observant and this didn't turn into a collector's nightmare."
Of course, that didn't happen.
Hence, I haven't been able to really blog this week. I can comment, but not blog.
Let's just throw on top of that the holidays. I still haven't wrapped or baked a damn thing. I am so totally screwed. I'll be wrapping and assembling until 4:00AM Christms morning. Santa is getting Chips Ahoy - he can handle it I'm sure. As of yesterday, I finally got all gifts and/or cards for everyone on my list. And the office Christmas party is today. Bless Geo and his cooking skills. He made the pasta salad for me. If it's good, I'll give him the credit. If it's bad, I'll take the blame. Seriously! Anywho, thankfully the holidays are wrapping up (pun quite intended).
Now I need a nap.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Eeee-yep, I jinxed myself
I'm sick ... again. Now it's in my sinuses. I can't chew without feeling a new experience in pain. And whatever I have is slowly migrating to my lungs. Why was I born with a horrendous immune system?
Happy friggin Holidays!
I just have to avoid certain things to keep myself well. One of them are smokers. Geo's step-mom is a smoker. We're visiting his family this Christmas. Hence, the stay at his dad's house will be cut very short if I am to avoid a bout of pneumonia for the New Year.
And I will post on the Union League ventures later. Sorry, no pics. Dumdum me left the camera in her coat at the coat check.
Duh!
Happy friggin Holidays!
I just have to avoid certain things to keep myself well. One of them are smokers. Geo's step-mom is a smoker. We're visiting his family this Christmas. Hence, the stay at his dad's house will be cut very short if I am to avoid a bout of pneumonia for the New Year.
And I will post on the Union League ventures later. Sorry, no pics. Dumdum me left the camera in her coat at the coat check.
Duh!
Saturday, December 17, 2005
They spent HOW MUCH on Christmas decorations?
Geo and I are going to my Christmas Office party tonight. It starts at 6-ish and ends whenever my CEO feels like it should end. Did I mention the man loves a party?
It's at the Union League in Center City. We are talking jacket and tie for Geo and something more than jeans and a sweatshirt for me.
Oh boy.
I didn't think it would be all that at first. Then one of our execs, who is a member along with his dad, told me that the UL dropped about $30K this year on decorations alone. GULP! I decided to reread the invite.
Butlered hot hors d'ouveres. Top shelf open bar. Sit down dinner with a choice of some kinda chicken caper lemon or a fish called tilapia. Geo got the chicken; I got the fish (we're gonna plate share when no one is looking). More drinks after dinner and whatever else is happening. To top it off, our CEO reserved a block of rooms at the Inn of the League. Needless to say, Nana and Pop-Pop are watching the baby until tomorrow.
This ought to be an interesting night.
It's at the Union League in Center City. We are talking jacket and tie for Geo and something more than jeans and a sweatshirt for me.
Oh boy.
I didn't think it would be all that at first. Then one of our execs, who is a member along with his dad, told me that the UL dropped about $30K this year on decorations alone. GULP! I decided to reread the invite.
Butlered hot hors d'ouveres. Top shelf open bar. Sit down dinner with a choice of some kinda chicken caper lemon or a fish called tilapia. Geo got the chicken; I got the fish (we're gonna plate share when no one is looking). More drinks after dinner and whatever else is happening. To top it off, our CEO reserved a block of rooms at the Inn of the League. Needless to say, Nana and Pop-Pop are watching the baby until tomorrow.
This ought to be an interesting night.
First, a quick update
It wasn't the flu! YAY!
It was a wicked headcold. BOO!
I bought all of these OTC remedies to combat it. YAY!
Not a one did jacksquat. BOO!
So I called my doctor immediately. YAY!
And she prescribed me two things that knocked it out in less than a day. BOoo .... um ... YAY!
So I haver been much better all week but I didn't want to jinx it. So I kept my blogging and all other mention of "feeling much better" until today.
Long story short: thank you all for the well wishing and now your Maidink is up and running and ready to get into trouble!
Yeee-ha!!!!
It was a wicked headcold. BOO!
I bought all of these OTC remedies to combat it. YAY!
Not a one did jacksquat. BOO!
So I called my doctor immediately. YAY!
And she prescribed me two things that knocked it out in less than a day. BOoo .... um ... YAY!
So I haver been much better all week but I didn't want to jinx it. So I kept my blogging and all other mention of "feeling much better" until today.
Long story short: thank you all for the well wishing and now your Maidink is up and running and ready to get into trouble!
Yeee-ha!!!!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I've been given a homework assignment
Well, kinda. It seems the CrankyProf sees it fit to tag me in yet another "reveal all" meme.
Let's begin:
Four Jobs You Have Had In Your Life:
1) Teller/CSR/Telephone Customer Service Rep/Loan Officer - this was a total of four different jobs between four banks over a ten year span. God bless bank mergers. And none of these banks exist today. How nice.
2) Cashier - it was retail with yet another defunct company.
3) Office Manager - this was a part time job. It was more of a glorified clerk job. Hey, it was in exchange for my first computer (I worked off the balance). And this company doesn't exist either. Do you sense a trend yet?
4) Accounts Payable Manager - that was my last title. Once again, it was more of a glorified clerical position. Ah, but this company still exists! So there!
Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1) Princess Bride
2) The Muppets' Christmas Carol
3) Grumpier Old Men
4) Tommy Boy
Four Places You Have Lived:
1) Drexel Hill, PA
2) Millersville, PA
That's it folks. I live in Philadelphia PA now so I can't count it as a placed I HAVE lived. Pretty boring.
Four TV Shows You Love To Watch:
1) CSI (all of them)
2) House
3) Touched by An Angel
4) Star Trek (all except Deep Space Yawn)
Runner-Up - The Family Guy
Four Places You Have Been On Vacation:
1) the Jersey Shore (that would be more than four so I thought I'd just lump them together)
2) Orlando FL (The Mouse Palace)
3) San Francisco CA
4) San Diego CA
Four Websites You Visit Daily:
1) Tony
2) ABB
3) CrankyProf
4) NinjaPoodles
I do visit a lot more but these were the first ones I visited today. There is also the obligatory GMail, WPVI Channel 6, and
Four Of Your Favorite Foods:
1) Really Spicy Chinese
2) Pizza
3) Seafood (steamed shrimp and crabs top that list)
4) Breakfast foods (I could live in IHOP if I didn't fear the high carb count)
Four Places You'd Rather Be Right Now:
1) Home
2) Home with my daughter
3) Home with my daughter and Geo
4) Anywhere with my daughter and Geo
Four Bloggers You Are Tagging:
I'm leaving this blank. Make it voluntary.
Let's begin:
Four Jobs You Have Had In Your Life:
1) Teller/CSR/Telephone Customer Service Rep/Loan Officer - this was a total of four different jobs between four banks over a ten year span. God bless bank mergers. And none of these banks exist today. How nice.
2) Cashier - it was retail with yet another defunct company.
3) Office Manager - this was a part time job. It was more of a glorified clerk job. Hey, it was in exchange for my first computer (I worked off the balance). And this company doesn't exist either. Do you sense a trend yet?
4) Accounts Payable Manager - that was my last title. Once again, it was more of a glorified clerical position. Ah, but this company still exists! So there!
Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1) Princess Bride
2) The Muppets' Christmas Carol
3) Grumpier Old Men
4) Tommy Boy
Four Places You Have Lived:
1) Drexel Hill, PA
2) Millersville, PA
That's it folks. I live in Philadelphia PA now so I can't count it as a placed I HAVE lived. Pretty boring.
Four TV Shows You Love To Watch:
1) CSI (all of them)
2) House
3) Touched by An Angel
4) Star Trek (all except Deep Space Yawn)
Runner-Up - The Family Guy
Four Places You Have Been On Vacation:
1) the Jersey Shore (that would be more than four so I thought I'd just lump them together)
2) Orlando FL (The Mouse Palace)
3) San Francisco CA
4) San Diego CA
Four Websites You Visit Daily:
1) Tony
2) ABB
3) CrankyProf
4) NinjaPoodles
I do visit a lot more but these were the first ones I visited today. There is also the obligatory GMail, WPVI Channel 6, and
Four Of Your Favorite Foods:
1) Really Spicy Chinese
2) Pizza
3) Seafood (steamed shrimp and crabs top that list)
4) Breakfast foods (I could live in IHOP if I didn't fear the high carb count)
Four Places You'd Rather Be Right Now:
1) Home
2) Home with my daughter
3) Home with my daughter and Geo
4) Anywhere with my daughter and Geo
Four Bloggers You Are Tagging:
I'm leaving this blank. Make it voluntary.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Back up from the keyboard and monitor
I am 85% sure I have the flu.
Damn.
I can hear my mom's words ringing in my ears, "I told you to get that flu shot li'l Miss Know-It-All!"
Oh wait, that is her ... I put the phone down on my desk so I could type.
Boy, she's loud.
Damn.
I can hear my mom's words ringing in my ears, "I told you to get that flu shot li'l Miss Know-It-All!"
Oh wait, that is her ... I put the phone down on my desk so I could type.
Boy, she's loud.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Three years ago today
Three years ago today, at the time of this post, I gave birth to my little Dinkerdoodle Potpie. Yes, I do call her that out of complete affection. Mind you, in three to seven years, I'll not be permitted to call her that in public (not without accompaniment of the evil stare from said daughter).
Some Party Pics
I'll blog on the party itself later. For now, some pics.
Yes, it was at Chuck E Cheese's. We had over 25 people and our house has a lawful max capacity of ten (as per me).
Yeah, she wanted a Dora cake. A friend of our buddies from Baltimore made this.
It's tradition at a CEC party to throw "tickets" up in the air so kids can scramble like rabid squirrels after them. I personally don't like this; however, since I don't own stock in CEC, I guess my opinion means squat. Anyway (someone's fave word), here is Dink handing the tickets back to the employees that threw them. She thought she had to clean up. Though it's a happy thought, I doubt this obsession with wanting to help and clean will roll into her teen years.
Friday, December 09, 2005
Santa Picture 2005
It went better than I thought.
Mom told me Dinks walked right up to Santa, shook his hand and said "Hi Santa!" He sat her down and she proceeded to give the list of stuff she wants. Well, she said she wanted presents, a cake, candles, and balloons. It's that "birthday close to Christmas" thing. The photo was snapped and VOILA!
I like how Ratty got in the picture. Ratty is her security net. Almost three years worth of drool on that thing.
Mom claims Dinks wasn't miserable. Could've fooled me.
"She was looking at the North Pole setting. Look, she's smiling."
"Mom, she looks like she's saying 'My Nana is making me do this.'"
Heck, I guess anything is better than a picture of the back of your child running as far as possible away from Santa.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Almost three years to the hour
Eee-yep, it'll be three years today that I started my labor pains. And Dink's birthday is this Sunday.
You do the math.
You do the math.
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