Working From Home on Thursday Morning...

...but I don't have to like it.

That was the email I sent out Wednesday at 7:30pm. Somehow I ended the year with 3.75 personal days to take and only 2 days in which to take them... which turned into less than 2 because I woke up to an hour of work and 3 calls from the office. And tomorrow I have to log in for at least a little bit--maybe an hour.

But that's the boring stuff. Since last I wrote, I've been to Indiana, Christmas happened, I came back to my lovely apartment with my fabulous roommate, and I managed to take some more time off. It will be very hard to go back to work on Tuesday--or maybe not. Maybe I'll have a new perspective with the new year. That's probably true, but maybe not the way everyone will think. We shall see.

Somehow I have little inspiration for this, so I will stop boring you and go to bed.

Wiretapping

On the Television: George Bush extolling the wiretapping practice used on suspected terrorists.

Olivia (6): Does that mean they can put video cameras in our house, mommy?

Mom: Well, they don't usually use video, but they can do things like listen to what you're saying on the telephone.

Amy (20, and a little surprised): Are you actually enjoying watching the news? (To Olivia)

Olivia: Well I hate it when they tell me George Bush is spying on me.

Clarification

The move was not bad. I was trying to be funny. Sometimes that doesn't come across in cyber talk.

Don't worry. I have lots of boys to help me and I am a princess. They know it. It helps. All I did was carry pillows and blankets and tell them what good job they were doing with the heavy stuff. And they liked it. Plus, I drove the truck.

Phew!

You know you're moving when...

1. You wake up at 6:30 on Friday and instead of making your bed (and some coffee) you disassemble your bed and make hot water with soymilk.
2. You have a ton of cargo an have left very little behind, but still can't find your purse.
3. Your friends start calling you "slave driver"
3a. Ok that didn't really happen, but Erik, Sam and Jeff really showed their mettle today and it was mighty, but not a hint of complaint.
4. You think that $40 for 2 pizzas and some soft drinks is reasonable because it was delivered.
5. You have a bruise the size of Texas developing in at least one part of your body.
6. You feel the urge to christen things.
7. You know exactly where the allen wrench is no matter what.
8. You get the feeling that U-Haul just might be out to get you.
9. You have to put a diaper on a truck to keep it from leaking on your futon (ok, maybe that's a stretch, but we have to get to 10, so bear with me)
10. The weather absolutely does NOT cooperate.

Sometimes Stalkers Aren't

Stalkers, that is. Sometimes they are people who for some unknown reason actually think you are interesting based largely on your pathetic blogging. Nice to have people like that around. Or at least within networking distance. Recently one of my "stalkers" was revealed to me, and you'll be happy to know that it wasn't Mr. Ramirez (you'll have to scour the comments from way back in the day to find the answer to that inside joke). In fact, wasn't even a Mr. It was a Ms. We had chorizo together once and her Spanish is WAY better than mine. This is not meant to discount her language skills, but rather to put my ability into perspective: most people's Spanish is way better than mine.

Question of the day:
Is it still an inside joke if you post it in a public place?

6 Random Babbles

1. The war on Christmas? Excuse me? Retailers responding to Jerry Falwell Christians?
2. "Christians" threatening not to buy stuff? Excuse me? Consumerism isn't what Christmas is about.
3. I saw Frodo shoveling snow today.
4. This morning when I walked outside, I was surprised to see 4 inches of snow on the ground.
5. 1point something million cards sent out by the Bush family? That's nearly 3 times what Clinton sent and he broke records.
6. Thank God it's Friday.

Move It!!

Ok, let's be honest. This post was created with the sole purpose of moving that terrible picture off the top of the page. This week has thus far been insane. It started with that picture (or the aftermath assumed therein) and hasn't really slowed down since. I somehow couldn't manage to finish my homework Sunday, so I ended up at the office doing it until 10pm on Tuesday. Tonight when I got home at 7:45, I realized I hadn't been home before 10 since the weekend. Luckily last night someone cooked me dinner and took care of me. But I lost an earring. I have some speculations about what might have happened to it, but so far none of those have turned up anything material. I need to decide what class to take next year. Or if I should take a class. One that has less homework would be pretty cool. My friend Erik is leaving me for Colorado. Pretty rad that he's decided to do it, but not for me. I just found out that one of the girls I went to Niger with is married and having a kid. Yes, she's my age. AND she's starting a church in her house. I grew up in a family full of ministers and weekly church goers and I still think that's weird. Another one is getting married in December to some dude. I am either out of touch (highly likely) or these people are really moving fast (also highly likely). Today at work was one annoyance after another and I am currently on a you-must-have-patience-young-grasshopper kick. I will be patient. I can do it. Most of the time I want to stuff cotton in my ears and sing la la la la I can't hear you la la la la . I have all these deliverables due like tomorrow. Only it's really "like". There's not a lot of pressure at my office unless you put it on yourself. And man do I lay it on. It's torture. Thank God I'm not someone's boss. Actually, I think I would be a reasonable boss. I like to talk to people about what they're doing and how they're doing it. I like teaching. I like learning. Positive feedback loops, you know. How do you like my stream of consciousness post. Par for the course?

Happy Birthday to Barrett

This is one of the things that happens when . . .


. . . this much champagne etc. is consumed.


We also found boxer shorts in every room including the kitchen, champagne bottles in the sauna, watches outside, towels strewn about, and that my socks had been left at the club. I would not be so self-centered about this post, but it happens to be one of the tamer stories and these people might not want to ruin their political careers on my blog... so I'll let them comment.