And they made that...the start of the blues

I am feeling much better today.

I have been entirely unproductive.  All I have done is bake cookies, wash my sheets and blankets and do other laundry, wash the dishes, and scrub the bathroom, and write a 6 page paper.

I have to work tomorrow.  Yippie skippy!

BFF is a very good friend.  And a good listener.  Even when I talk on the phone.  Unlike someone else who can't seem to make out a word that I say EVER.

I have decided that I would like to visit the Galapagos islands some time soon.  While I am still young (ish) and tollerant of the heat.  What am I talking about?  I'm dredful in heat.  But, they make you take all of your meals in the boat, to discourage litter on the isalnds.

Who's in?  They have penguins!  And that Tortoise!  And most times of year you can see dolphins!  Oh! oh!  Please, do let's!

Ha!

You Are 70% British

Congrats, mate. You're are probably British. (If not, definitely Australian. Or Kiwi. Or Canadian.) You enjoy most aspects of mainstream British culture, without being stereotypical about it. You also have a typical British temperament. You wouldn't dream of being impolite.

How British Are You?

Change of scenery

I slept for 16 hours today.  I am miserable lonely and depressed.

AuntieV and BestBossEVER! are a bit distressed by my current state, and it has come to my atention that other co-workers are noticing that something is off-kilter as well.

Ch!pper, the best co-worker who makes fantastic cookies and all sorts of treats and is always very kind and quick on the uptake, noticed.  She offered me a room to stay in at her house with its own bathroom, or $1000 if that would help, or whatever I need, I should just ask.  This was very sweet.  Very sweet.  The problem, dear friends?  Her daughter is getting married in October and so Ch!pper's husband, who wants a divorce, does not want the family to know until after the wedding.

In other news, I get to sing at the opening of the hospital's new Hauenstein Center.

Yay!

Umbrellas are fun when they match your raincoat.

It's been a bit since I've had a post of substance.  Here's an attempt.

Auntie V distressed me greatly at work today.  So I ran and hid on the other floor busying myself.

MissM and I tried to figure out from where I lost so much weight.  The conversation would have been entertaining to an outsider, I think.

MissM: What about you thighs?

Aussie: Maybe, but not 25 pounds.

MissM:  Your boobs...

Aussie: ...haven't gotten any smaller

MissM:  And your tummy is the same size.

Aussie:  All of my clothes still fit.

MissM:  One would think that this would not be the case...

Needless to say, we gave-up.

BestBossEVER! and I leafed through a Star Trek Collectibles book.  I decided that I would like these.

favortirekate was in shelving today.  Apparently the pickings are slim for the sub pool right now.  Which makes me feel bad when I pick-up shifts and stuff. . .but oh well.

Also, I found a springy triffle recipe that I can't wait to make.  I love triffles.

Nothing new to report

I went to lunch with Noa today.  At least, that's what her fake says her name is.

The only bad thing about hanging out with a person that you haven't seen in a while is when they inevitably ask, "So, what's new?"

This can be bad in one of two ways.  My response is either:

* Nothing.  Nothing of consequence has befallen in the past two months since I saw you last.  I am a social reject and failure.  I am squandering my life.  You?

* Nothing, really.  I mean, I did totally freak out and cry myself to sleep last night, but you don't want to hear about that.  Oh!  and this funny thing happened at work the other day, but well...you probably won't get it cause you weren't there and you don't know anyone that I work with...Nothing, really.  You?

Actually, sir, after all these years I just sort of go with it.

Midnight. We are going. Consider yourself warned.

Best. Surprise. Ever.

So here I am at work, working like a good little worker bee and in walks Pomme!

Zawhat!  I was soooooooooooooooooooooo excited!

You guys!  I was just thinking **yesterday** about how I hadn't seen her in months!  Since Christmas!  And how that is silly, because she is so very close by.  And then she APPEARED!

I think I might have squealed.  I am certain that I jumped up and down.  I was jsut so excited!  And kind of floored by her appearance.

And then we had yum-yums here and I had a drinky-drink.

Oh, I'm going to be on a happy friend high for the rest of the night!

Not to get religious, but...

I am a good Catholic.  I go to Church on Sundays, Holy Days of Obligation, and Holy Days of Opportunity.  I tithe time, talent, and treasure.  I teach religious ed to 6th graders.  I live, to the best of my human abilities, the Gospel teachings.  I love others, no matter how cruel they are, nor how bad they smell, nor how little they love me.

It upsets me, then, when people accuse me of being a pompous hypocrite.

I am, first of all, a Christian.  If you do not know enough about the world to know that Catholics are not only Christians, but the original form of the faith from which you have devolved, then you can cease speaking to me about religion now.

It is also enraging when people try to talk to me about my personal sins.

Yes I drink, but so did Jesus and the 12.  Mary commanded Jesus to make more wine, for cry-eye.

Yes, I swear.  There is no validation in that.  I would counter, however, that if I am going to have one sinful vice, I would rather it be swearing than the multitude of things that my accusors do...like condone a war in Iraq, or fuck like bunnies with multiple scuzzy partners from corner bars.

Just saying.

Bench Warrant

From law.com Law Dictionary:

n. a warrant issued by a judge, often to command someone to appear before the judge, with a setting of an amount of bail to be posted. Often a bench warrant is used in lesser matters to encourage the party to appear in court.

 Toi, I have a bench warrant that was delivered to my house for fauxrockbro.

I do not know where fauxrockbro is.  What do I do aside from freak out?

Warriors

$port and I kept fighting at work today.  Like, sibbling hitting eachother with books fighting.  BestBossEVER!, who could hear us from within the confines of his office, just laughed at all the commotion.

Later, I was coming out of the elevator and $port was waiting to go down with some carts, so I kept hitting the button so the elevator wouldn't close or go down.  He had already hit the floor button and was trying to go down.  Eventually, he got sick of me preventing him from going, so he came out to move me away from the button.  In doing so, the elevator closed and went down without him.  Bwahaha!

In other news, due to this article, I will begin carrying Narsil with me for protection from nutters.