IKEA is funny.
And while I realize I will never win this war (not without some help...Meghan???) - I CAN keep fighting. (And disturbing.)
What to give the hardassed boss or co-worker when you know they're full of shit.
You know what else is cool? Smitty's last link only CONTINUES THE WAR! HAHAHAHA.
You know what else is cool? Smitty's last link only CONTINUES THE WAR! HAHAHAHA.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Some water-related links.
http://www.circus.com/~no_dhmo/
http://www.dhmo.org/
http://www.buydehydratedwater.com/
http://www.circus.com/~no_dhmo/
http://www.dhmo.org/
http://www.buydehydratedwater.com/
Is it awful that I want to replace "reaped" with "raped". In any case, I just got what must be my 50th gold star from my boss. It's a figurative gesture for when I save a life with my immense knowledge (of a small area of web programming and well, other useless stuff too). She really gives them to her kids as points for rewards (you know, cookies...beer). In any case, I've been thinking that gold stars should equal a raise for me. Or at least a beer.
I just figured I'd continue this war.
http://channels.aimtoday.com/celebrity/whisper.jsp?current=29&submit.x=19&submit.y=13
http://channels.aimtoday.com/celebrity/whisper.jsp?current=29&submit.x=19&submit.y=13
Monday, March 29, 2004
My grandfather donated $150 to George W. Bush...Sigh.
And, pardon me while I steal blog material:
LITERARY SURPRISE: THIS BOOK IS NOT BY MONICA LEWINSKY.
And, pardon me while I steal blog material:
LITERARY SURPRISE: THIS BOOK IS NOT BY MONICA LEWINSKY.
Fezzik are there rocks ahead?
If there are we'll all be dead.
No more rhymes now. I mean it.
Anybody want a peanut?
Just my two cents.
Meghan
If there are we'll all be dead.
No more rhymes now. I mean it.
Anybody want a peanut?
Just my two cents.
Meghan
John:
GET THE RING RESIZED. It could turn out for the better for your health in many ways.
1. Mentally you won't be stressed about losing it because it is so loose.
2. Emotionally you won't go though turmoil because it is in your shirt pocket (or in the trash, bathroom, bedside table -- did I miss any?) and you forgot you put it there.
And most importantly
3: PHYSICALLY -- because one of these days it may really get lost and Margaret may have to resort to physical harm.
So I think Iwe've reached the conclusion that being without the ring for a few days is worth a lifetime of not having to worry about it.
Meghan
AND - Diaper Bag Refilled. Thanks
GET THE RING RESIZED. It could turn out for the better for your health in many ways.
1. Mentally you won't be stressed about losing it because it is so loose.
2. Emotionally you won't go though turmoil because it is in your shirt pocket (or in the trash, bathroom, bedside table -- did I miss any?) and you forgot you put it there.
And most importantly
3: PHYSICALLY -- because one of these days it may really get lost and Margaret may have to resort to physical harm.
So I think Iwe've reached the conclusion that being without the ring for a few days is worth a lifetime of not having to worry about it.
Meghan
AND - Diaper Bag Refilled. Thanks
So,
Last night I was telling George about ring story #1 from earlier in the month. Little did I know, I'd be writing ring story #2 the next day. This is rated PG.
As I'm pulling the car out of the driveway, I realize that I'm not wearing my ring. I'm not comfortable sleeping with it on because of ring scare #1 (doesn't warrant a story, I just went to sleep with it on and woke up with it off and thought I'd lost it - then I remembered that I went to sleep with it on), so I take it off at night. Actually, I take the ring off anytime I think I might drop it. With that said, I went back into the house, picked up the ring and carpooled off to work.
The graphic part:
So I get to work without having a great deal of preparation time this morning. Consquently, I have to go potty. I go potty.
(End Graphic Scene)
Back in cube hell:
I send George an invitation to the blog, mentioning the ring story from earlier this month. I look at my finger as it feels light. Guess what? NO RING.
Back in the bathroom:
I look in the stalls and the counters and peek into trashcans. NO RING.
At the car:
I put on Carmex because my lips are dry. NO RING.
Back in the bathroom:
No one else is in the bathroom (and it's pretty early), so I pull the trashcans out and go through them. WHY ARE THERE COFFEE GROUNDS ALL OVER THE CAN? WHERE'S MY RING?
Back in the cube:
I sift through every paper and other item on my desk. NO RING. I IM my boss and tell her as I may have to go home and sulk. She tells me to put an announcement on the message board. So I send an announcement about NO RING. I think about maybe telling Margaret. HELL NO. I decide to go back to the car to look again.
The announcement:
(LOST RING)
Gold ring has been lost. If you find it please contact baxtonj and save a life today.
In the hallway by the water fountain:
I check my shirt pocket.
Back in the cube:
Quickly IM'd the boss and removed the announcement. I resolve that I really will have to give the ring up for a few days to get it resized. This is for the general good of all mankind...and because Margaret might make me do it today. Meghan: diaper bag.
Last night I was telling George about ring story #1 from earlier in the month. Little did I know, I'd be writing ring story #2 the next day. This is rated PG.
As I'm pulling the car out of the driveway, I realize that I'm not wearing my ring. I'm not comfortable sleeping with it on because of ring scare #1 (doesn't warrant a story, I just went to sleep with it on and woke up with it off and thought I'd lost it - then I remembered that I went to sleep with it on), so I take it off at night. Actually, I take the ring off anytime I think I might drop it. With that said, I went back into the house, picked up the ring and carpooled off to work.
The graphic part:
So I get to work without having a great deal of preparation time this morning. Consquently, I have to go potty. I go potty.
(End Graphic Scene)
Back in cube hell:
I send George an invitation to the blog, mentioning the ring story from earlier this month. I look at my finger as it feels light. Guess what? NO RING.
Back in the bathroom:
I look in the stalls and the counters and peek into trashcans. NO RING.
At the car:
I put on Carmex because my lips are dry. NO RING.
Back in the bathroom:
No one else is in the bathroom (and it's pretty early), so I pull the trashcans out and go through them. WHY ARE THERE COFFEE GROUNDS ALL OVER THE CAN? WHERE'S MY RING?
Back in the cube:
I sift through every paper and other item on my desk. NO RING. I IM my boss and tell her as I may have to go home and sulk. She tells me to put an announcement on the message board. So I send an announcement about NO RING. I think about maybe telling Margaret. HELL NO. I decide to go back to the car to look again.
The announcement:
(LOST RING)
Gold ring has been lost. If you find it please contact baxtonj and save a life today.
In the hallway by the water fountain:
I check my shirt pocket.
Back in the cube:
Quickly IM'd the boss and removed the announcement. I resolve that I really will have to give the ring up for a few days to get it resized. This is for the general good of all mankind...and because Margaret might make me do it today. Meghan: diaper bag.
YEAH,
The posts from yesterday have left me speechless. If someone sends me a picture of JB with four hands, the silencing will be complete. OK.
The posts from yesterday have left me speechless. If someone sends me a picture of JB with four hands, the silencing will be complete. OK.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
As for tofu, if you don't know how to cook it, it will suck. This from a vegetarian who has been practicing the sport for 26 years.
Along with the normal 60 pages of reading for today's class, my professor, God curse his heart, wants us to pull a case from westlaw to read as well. Normally, this would be ok and I would have no problem with a little extra reading. This case, however, is ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-THREE PAGES LONG! Needless to say, I am a bit miffed. Hell, who am I kidding? I am dawn right pissed at this arrogant little pissant.
In any event, I now have thirty minutes to read 193 pages of constitutional theory, so that I can appear intelligent in class today.
If you ever thought of going to law school, run into a wall at full speed twelve times. If you survive that, then law school is like doing the same thing, but fifty times and on a wall with hot, metal spikes.
In any event, I now have thirty minutes to read 193 pages of constitutional theory, so that I can appear intelligent in class today.
If you ever thought of going to law school, run into a wall at full speed twelve times. If you survive that, then law school is like doing the same thing, but fifty times and on a wall with hot, metal spikes.
Yeah,
I think it's lunch time people or according to Tom, it's "Tofu" time. To that I say, "f-you Tofu".
I think it's lunch time people or according to Tom, it's "Tofu" time. To that I say, "f-you Tofu".
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Ladies and Gentlemen, after two busy weeks and much procrastination, I am now, officially, Ms. Braxton.
Sorry, Ms. Baxton. Oooooh!
Sorry, Ms. Baxton. Oooooh!
Seriously,
Is there ever true job satisfaction? I mean, will I ever not mind going to work everyday. Will the desire to slack cease? Opinions, advice, answers, hateful retorts...NOW.
Edited:
Will I ever be living a life in which I can work and be thrilled to be at work? Am I in the wrong place?
Do I just have to settle for working in a place where people shower daily? What to do?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Is there ever true job satisfaction? I mean, will I ever not mind going to work everyday. Will the desire to slack cease? Opinions, advice, answers, hateful retorts...NOW.
Edited:
Will I ever be living a life in which I can work and be thrilled to be at work? Am I in the wrong place?
Do I just have to settle for working in a place where people shower daily? What to do?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Ok, first I have to say that I am happily married and love my husband very very much. I treasure him, and would never choose another man above him.
But MAN do I get a thrill when Dave Barry emails me.
But MAN do I get a thrill when Dave Barry emails me.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Interesting story structure, CNN....
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Bush credited his economic policies with boosting economic growth in the last half of last year to "the fastest in nearly 20 years."
He acknowledged the existence of "some economic pessimists who refuse to accept good news about our economy," but said he disagreed with them, adding, "I'm optimistic."
The Bureau of Labor Statistics has said that 3 million jobs have been lost since Bush took office in 2001.
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Hm...you'd think CNN thought Bush was lying...
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Bush credited his economic policies with boosting economic growth in the last half of last year to "the fastest in nearly 20 years."
He acknowledged the existence of "some economic pessimists who refuse to accept good news about our economy," but said he disagreed with them, adding, "I'm optimistic."
The Bureau of Labor Statistics has said that 3 million jobs have been lost since Bush took office in 2001.
-----
Hm...you'd think CNN thought Bush was lying...
Ha ha a ha ha ha ha ha aha ha ha ha.....
Check out the last guy quoted in the article. Did the reporter go LOOKING for this guy so he could quote him?
Check out the last guy quoted in the article. Did the reporter go LOOKING for this guy so he could quote him?
This is the best game ever. Make sure you have your sound on. Beware, you may get stuck playing for hours and hours!
Oh Friday, how I love you so,
but why must you go by so slow, sooo slow?
If at home, by now I'd be floored,
but here I remain, restless and bored.
Content I'd be, if I were deep in work,
but instead I surf, like a slacking jerk.
Once and for all, I must finally say
Friday's OK, but I really love cheat day.
Sunday, oh Sunday where are you,
with pizza, fried cheese, and a frothy brew?
On burgers, nuggets, and those tasty fries,
I'll fill myself, 'til I've popped my eyes.
Work for five and workout on Saturday too!
Gluttony will stop me from feeling like poo.
'Til then I'll remain in a bitter, sour mood,
Good morning, God bless, now where's the food?
but why must you go by so slow, sooo slow?
If at home, by now I'd be floored,
but here I remain, restless and bored.
Content I'd be, if I were deep in work,
but instead I surf, like a slacking jerk.
Once and for all, I must finally say
Friday's OK, but I really love cheat day.
Sunday, oh Sunday where are you,
with pizza, fried cheese, and a frothy brew?
On burgers, nuggets, and those tasty fries,
I'll fill myself, 'til I've popped my eyes.
Work for five and workout on Saturday too!
Gluttony will stop me from feeling like poo.
'Til then I'll remain in a bitter, sour mood,
Good morning, God bless, now where's the food?
Thursday, March 18, 2004
I second Jeb Bartlett for President! He rocks! As for Tony, he is a Supreme Justice (as opposed to a Supreme Court Justice). He is among people who can decide what the law is based solely on what they ate for breakfast that morning and whether the syrup dripped to left or right of the pancake. He has his job for life and, no matter what, is free to do what he pleases (unless he does something horribly wrong like die). So, as screwed up as it may be, we have no choice but to deal with it, which means Cheyney will get away with it. With "it" being whatever he did wrong, but not limited to everything and including running under the republican flag.
Bartlett for America!
Berry for US Ambassador to Aruba
Bartlett for America!
Berry for US Ambassador to Aruba
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Ah, Jelani - clearly you are bored, it's been a while since you posted. Rob, you're funny, it's a shame Doug doesn't read the blog. And Tom...he is scary. What's scarier are the accounts by witnesses that the children (and the children who were also grandchildren) were alive when police arrived, and that police didn't respond to the gunshots that witnesses heard. A 14-year-old boy said he was sure officers heard the shots too, because they ducked.
So as I sit at home another day with my leg in the air, I began to wonder because tutoring was boring to do alone. Many will not get that aweful joke until they read that I am a math teacher. Even then, some will still be lost. IN any event, my surgery has gone well, I guess. I only get to see the sun from my window, which makes this the best spring break ever. The only thing missing is the women, drugs, alcohol, parties, and the strategic drinking to stay ahead of the hangovers. Ah spring break.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Go civil rights! Down with right wing appeasement!
Rob, you know that if you want to move back to the Ville, we have a room. We haven't quite worked out the details yet, but I think that in an effort to bring people back to the greatest city in the Shenandoah, John and I will offer up our extra random room to anyone who's trying to come back and get a job, an apartment, etc. You just have to chip in for beer/nonbeer.
Rob, you know that if you want to move back to the Ville, we have a room. We haven't quite worked out the details yet, but I think that in an effort to bring people back to the greatest city in the Shenandoah, John and I will offer up our extra random room to anyone who's trying to come back and get a job, an apartment, etc. You just have to chip in for beer/nonbeer.
Oh yeah:
So last night, I'm getting rid of the 80 boxes, mounds of tissue paper and the styrofoam peanuts (so kindly given to us by Crate and Barrel)...and after an hour and some change, I finish. It's 12:15. Naturally, a person that has a dentist's appointment at 8:30 should be asleep by now. So I try to get ready for bed (the boss is already MOSTLY passed out). To my surprise, what do I find?
My ring isn't on my finger (and no, I didn't take it off). At this point everyone knows that the proper response to this is "Oh Shit!".
I calmly search the areas in the house where it might have fallen off (for 10 minutes). I decided to wake Margaret up...
The next set of events are amazing:
1. I was told (or ordered) to bring in all of the boxes I just spent an hour putting outside.
1a. I nearly went AWOL.
2. Margaret went through all of the paper and peanuts (even the ones I'd gone through).
3. She found the ring in the bottom of one of the boxes (It's now around 1:30).
4. She did all of this without freaking out or raising her voice.
This story is to show that the reason why I take such a long time to make decisions is because I like to make the right ones (dinner is an important decision). While it didn't take me a great deal of time to spot Margaret as a keeper, I clearly made the right choice.
John
p.s. I've decided to get my ring resized.
So last night, I'm getting rid of the 80 boxes, mounds of tissue paper and the styrofoam peanuts (so kindly given to us by Crate and Barrel)...and after an hour and some change, I finish. It's 12:15. Naturally, a person that has a dentist's appointment at 8:30 should be asleep by now. So I try to get ready for bed (the boss is already MOSTLY passed out). To my surprise, what do I find?
My ring isn't on my finger (and no, I didn't take it off). At this point everyone knows that the proper response to this is "Oh Shit!".
I calmly search the areas in the house where it might have fallen off (for 10 minutes). I decided to wake Margaret up...
The next set of events are amazing:
1. I was told (or ordered) to bring in all of the boxes I just spent an hour putting outside.
1a. I nearly went AWOL.
2. Margaret went through all of the paper and peanuts (even the ones I'd gone through).
3. She found the ring in the bottom of one of the boxes (It's now around 1:30).
4. She did all of this without freaking out or raising her voice.
This story is to show that the reason why I take such a long time to make decisions is because I like to make the right ones (dinner is an important decision). While it didn't take me a great deal of time to spot Margaret as a keeper, I clearly made the right choice.
John
p.s. I've decided to get my ring resized.
I'm sure I have a nose, but I just can't feel it. Damn dental work, if you need a dentist though...talk to me.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Marrying Margaret is not so bad. It's just the way I feel about getting back to work that makes me sad.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Tom, Happy Birthday to you!!!!!!
(Those who know me know that this is better than me singing it. Which is awful.)
Tom, you will now turn 29 for every birthday for the rest of your life. Enjoy it.
(Those who know me know that this is better than me singing it. Which is awful.)
Tom, you will now turn 29 for every birthday for the rest of your life. Enjoy it.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Ok, no one else has blogged in over a week...hello? Is this thing on?
4 days!
4 days!
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