Filed under: General
So that thing about 2005 being the year of my Inner Pussycat?
I’m not so sure that worked out for me.
I guess it depends on what kind of pussycat you’re picturing. I had more of a Garfield year than a, oh, say a sleek jungle cat kind of year.
As far as the Josie kind of pussycat year – well, my sassiness factor was way, WAY down in 2005, but I came on strong at the end by becoming the owner of my very own guitar. I’m not quite ready to gather up my other Pussycats and go out on tour yet (at least until I learn more than 4 chords and can actually switch between them without 20 seconds of silence while I get my fingers positioned properly on the strings).
I haven’t decided what 2006 will be the year of. My inner marathon runner? My inner Van Gogh? My inner gourmet? My inner activist? My inner ass-kicker and name-taker?
We’ll see.
Filed under: Photos
Bill asked why 01 instead of 1.
You know, I didn’t even notice the bobblehead jersey said 01 instead of just 1. I wasn’t even sure what Bill was talking about at first. The 01 instead of just a 1 certainly didn’t BOTHER me.
Until it was brought to my attention.
Because I’m a woman of action who finds solutions to problems big and small, I’ve taken the matter into my own hands.
*whew*
I feel better now.
Filed under: General
It’s the time of year for helpful holiday tips – articles on how to reduce stress during the holidays, keeping spending in line, baking perfect holiday cookies.
But finally, the Sun Online has some USEFUL holiday tips.
Here’s my favorite:
Christmas isn’t complete without a good old fashioned game of strip poker. Just make sure you’ve got your best undies on, and girls an extra tip for you, wear a tiny g-string under your thong, so you’ve got an even better chance of getting him naked first. It’s so much more fun!
Filed under: Web
I’ve seen this at several other places, and I want to do it too…
So – here’s my blog year in review, as seen through the first sentence of the first post of every month.
January: This will be the year of my Inner Pussycat.
February: This is the first time I’ve been home in 2 days.
March: Even though my original journal is no longer online, I still look at it occasionally to see where I was on this date in the past few years.
April: Daylight Savings Time. Bah.
May: A while ago, the VIM and I watched the performance of a woman who was part gymnast, part contortionist, quite possibly boneless, and without a doubt the most flexible human being I have ever seen.
June: It’s a simple game, the ABC rhyming game.
July: Other people post pictures of their cat.
August: This is quite possibly the worst picture I’ve ever taken, but I’m posting it anyhow as a Public Service Announcement.
September: I’m back from the beach.
October: If given a choice, I will choose things that amuse me or make me smile over almost everything else.
November: A few months ago I went on a work trip with a co-worker who I don’t really know that well.
December: There are some days when I wonder how I got here.
Filed under: Daily
The wife of one of my coworkers brought cookies…the same cookies that everyone raves about every year. The ULTIMATE cookie…the UNBEATABLE cookie…the cookie that demands that nobody even THINK about any other dessert.
Bitch.
Joking!!!!
sort of….
Filed under: Daily
As I’ve mentioned before, when it comes to covered-dish gatherings, I’m a kickass paper products girl. I can bring paper products like paper products have never been brought before. I’ll pick the perfect, festive design. I’ll bring just the right amount of plates and cups. When it comes to paper products for covered-dish gatherings, I KNOW what I’m doing.
Ask me to bring something to eat, though, and it’s a different story.
Which makes it very strange that I am bringing dessert for our department holiday gathering. Not only am I in charge of dessert, I actually OFFERED to bring it. I mean, when we were talking about what everyone would contribute, I actually piped up and said, outloud, with a straight face, “I’ll bring dessert.” wtf? I chalk it up to the extreme stress I was under at the time.
That stress is gone (thanks for the congrats, by the way!), and was replaced with a much sharper and immediate stress yesterday afternoon when I realized that, Good God, I WAS IN CHARGE OF DESSERT FOR OUR DEPARTMENT GATHERING TUESDAY NIGHT!
12 hours, two cake pans, 1 stick of butter melted on my furnace register, many spots of icing on my kitchen wall, an earlier-than-usual-wake-up-time so I could make the icing, and many MANY dirty dishes later, I am in possession of two very lovely little holiday cakes.
Every person in that room had better gulp it down and smile REALLY bright and tell me how damned good it is.
Next time, paper products.
Filed under: General
Is it my imagination, or is there something weird going on with typepad? I don’t use typepad myself, but it seems like there are recent posts missing from several of my daily reads, and they are all typepad blogs.
Or am I delusional?
Don’t answer that.
Filed under: General
Is it my imagination, or is there something weird going on with typepad? I don’t use typepad myself, but it seems like there are recent posts missing from several of my daily reads, and they are all typepad blogs.
Or am I delusional?
Don’t answer that.
Filed under: Work
In between staying at the absolute scariest, worst, “I’m pretty sure there’s a methlab in the next room” hotel in the world on Wednesday night and driving home in really REALLY bad weather Thursday afternoon (so bad that I started to cry as I tried to maneuver up a big snow-covered, cars-sliding-every-way, tractor trailers-stuck-and-spinning, hill, but the crying scared my passenger, who thought I was having a breakdown, so I calmed myself down to just a really bad case of the shakes, which was a little scary in itself) I took the big test and passed it.
*whew*
