. . . thank friggin' God.
I was getting a bit weather crazy. It's been really cold and gray the past week, and I am so relieved the heavy clouds do something more than spit icy shit all over my car and the roads.
I'm working at home today, catching up on some paper crud. I found out I didn't have training today, and I crammed in a week's worth of work in two days. Now I have a day to catch up.
Also on my agenda for today:
(1) Schedule a dental/physical
(2) Gather some dates for Hun and my Island Exploitation WeddingMoon.
(3) Get another license since I lost my wallet last week--such a pain in the arse.
Well, enough procrastinating! Take care, y'all.
Betty
Friday, January 19, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Ice Storm
Yeehaw, Albany is being hit with an ice storm--not a rain storm, a thunder storm, or even the rare and ethereal snow storm--but sheets of cold wetness morphing into ice when hitting something solid like pavement or my nose.
All I can say is I'm glad I have the day off because, damn, I ain't goin' out there unless demons from heck decide to take a retreat to my abode.
Betty
All I can say is I'm glad I have the day off because, damn, I ain't goin' out there unless demons from heck decide to take a retreat to my abode.
Betty
Saturday, January 13, 2007
The Joys of Cyberstalking
Hmmm . . .
I've been researching all-inclusive resorts to exploit banana republics for our looming honeymoon/wedding, and I've also been piecing together a new facebook group and blog site to keep wedding info up to date.
In between all this research and composition, I've gone on a cybersurfing expedition, slumming around other profiles of facebook friends, clicking onto "view next blog" to see what comes up. I got very excited when the other Nugget Handler joined facebook and commented on his profile picture, I viewed a blog of an ex-friend to keep informed of her comings and goings at a safe distance, I 'poked' various friends and family, and I even wrote a fanspam to a random blogpage I encountered.
It's odd how we all can keep up with friends and strangers so far away, but have little--if any--knowledge about the next-door neighbor.
I got a frantic, "who is this?" reply to my fanspam. I then realized, "Oh, dear, I'm officially a cyberstalker!" I can't say as I blame any leery questioning. Writing random replies to blogs is the equivalent on knocking on a strange door at 2am. It's unsure whether the intentions are benign.
A couple of months ago, I kept on getting 'poked' on my facebook account by some Vietnam veteran with a penchant for mobiles. I finally blocked the guy from my profile, reporting to the site he seemed harmless enough, but I didn't know him and he kept bugging me.
I also have kept photos on the site to a minimum, and try to have minimal identifiers for myself and other friends I write about in my blog. I don't want anyone to figure out where I live and steal Hun and/or my collections of tea mugs away.
Anywho, I guess I should figure out what is cybercourtesy, how to write fanspam in a nonthreatening manner, or perhaps--horror of horrors--get out in the real world and actually interact with my fellow human beings . . .
. . . naaah
Betty
I've been researching all-inclusive resorts to exploit banana republics for our looming honeymoon/wedding, and I've also been piecing together a new facebook group and blog site to keep wedding info up to date.
In between all this research and composition, I've gone on a cybersurfing expedition, slumming around other profiles of facebook friends, clicking onto "view next blog" to see what comes up. I got very excited when the other Nugget Handler joined facebook and commented on his profile picture, I viewed a blog of an ex-friend to keep informed of her comings and goings at a safe distance, I 'poked' various friends and family, and I even wrote a fanspam to a random blogpage I encountered.
It's odd how we all can keep up with friends and strangers so far away, but have little--if any--knowledge about the next-door neighbor.
I got a frantic, "who is this?" reply to my fanspam. I then realized, "Oh, dear, I'm officially a cyberstalker!" I can't say as I blame any leery questioning. Writing random replies to blogs is the equivalent on knocking on a strange door at 2am. It's unsure whether the intentions are benign.
A couple of months ago, I kept on getting 'poked' on my facebook account by some Vietnam veteran with a penchant for mobiles. I finally blocked the guy from my profile, reporting to the site he seemed harmless enough, but I didn't know him and he kept bugging me.
I also have kept photos on the site to a minimum, and try to have minimal identifiers for myself and other friends I write about in my blog. I don't want anyone to figure out where I live and steal Hun and/or my collections of tea mugs away.
Anywho, I guess I should figure out what is cybercourtesy, how to write fanspam in a nonthreatening manner, or perhaps--horror of horrors--get out in the real world and actually interact with my fellow human beings . . .
. . . naaah
Betty
Cooking
It's raining outside and Hun and I worked out this morning. Once properly motivated, I'll head to the kitchen and start cooking a brisket, marinating a chicken for some pesto-pasta stuff, and putting away clothes--all agenda items I've been procrastinating for the past week.
Date night was last night with Hun and me. He's currently studying in his . . . well . . . study. Dog, our friendly ball python who shares our home and heater, is resting from a recent gorging of white mice.
This week, I conversed with a foster parent while he was butchering a deer he killed earlier that morning. He got me to hold out a plastic bag while he dropped a skinned haunch in. (His hands were covered with blood and would mess up the cardboard box holding the remaining bags.) The deer's tongue was dangling out to the side, and the face showed an expression of surprise. A bucket of blood and guts sloshed around the concrete floor as he quickly worked.
Once I left the home, I realized I was a bit peckish, so I sauntered over the McDonald's drive-in and grabbed a Grade E cheeseburger of unknown protein origins. I scarfed it down on the drive back home without regard of the disembowelment I just witnessed.
Good times.
I told Hun all about it and he couldn't have been prouder.
Date night was last night with Hun and me. He's currently studying in his . . . well . . . study. Dog, our friendly ball python who shares our home and heater, is resting from a recent gorging of white mice.
This week, I conversed with a foster parent while he was butchering a deer he killed earlier that morning. He got me to hold out a plastic bag while he dropped a skinned haunch in. (His hands were covered with blood and would mess up the cardboard box holding the remaining bags.) The deer's tongue was dangling out to the side, and the face showed an expression of surprise. A bucket of blood and guts sloshed around the concrete floor as he quickly worked.
Once I left the home, I realized I was a bit peckish, so I sauntered over the McDonald's drive-in and grabbed a Grade E cheeseburger of unknown protein origins. I scarfed it down on the drive back home without regard of the disembowelment I just witnessed.
Good times.
I told Hun all about it and he couldn't have been prouder.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Year of the Psycho-Toddler
Well folks, another year has flown by and another has begun. I am still having adventures at my current job, more details to come . . .
My year has already been filled with ups and downs. Hun introduced him to some friends and sig others at a New Years party. We played Cranium and it was a decent amount of fun. Although, most folks talked about TV and video games, instead of places to hike. Oh well, but here's to networking!
As far as this week went, I had a runaway, a pending runaway, and a past-threatening runaway now-come community-college enrollee. (Lots of ups and downs to say the least.) I also am stuck with taking a TCI course (aka How To Wrestle Children Safely and Successfully) for the next few weeks, cutting the time I actually can get work done to about half. Oh well, t'is life.
I signed up for some meetup groups in Albany, mostly wanna-be writers' groups for myself and even some outdoors enthusiasts' groups. Wish me luck!
Well, my friends in Colorado are missed. But Hun and I are doing fine and have gotten a chance to enjoy the cooler weather this week. We were wondering if everyone around here was full of bullshit when talking about "you haven't experienced a real winter until you've experienced a Northeast winter." We even got our first cumulative snowfall for the season a couple of days ago. I'm glad it's been a bit more chilly.
Anywho, as they say here, We'll tawlk aboutit lata.
Betty
My year has already been filled with ups and downs. Hun introduced him to some friends and sig others at a New Years party. We played Cranium and it was a decent amount of fun. Although, most folks talked about TV and video games, instead of places to hike. Oh well, but here's to networking!
As far as this week went, I had a runaway, a pending runaway, and a past-threatening runaway now-come community-college enrollee. (Lots of ups and downs to say the least.) I also am stuck with taking a TCI course (aka How To Wrestle Children Safely and Successfully) for the next few weeks, cutting the time I actually can get work done to about half. Oh well, t'is life.
I signed up for some meetup groups in Albany, mostly wanna-be writers' groups for myself and even some outdoors enthusiasts' groups. Wish me luck!
Well, my friends in Colorado are missed. But Hun and I are doing fine and have gotten a chance to enjoy the cooler weather this week. We were wondering if everyone around here was full of bullshit when talking about "you haven't experienced a real winter until you've experienced a Northeast winter." We even got our first cumulative snowfall for the season a couple of days ago. I'm glad it's been a bit more chilly.
Anywho, as they say here, We'll tawlk aboutit lata.
Betty
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Christmas Cold
Well, I guess I am given a cold for the the Holidays this year. Not that's any surprise, considering I've climbed over a stress-hump at work and have a chance to breath and ponder my surroundings.
Hopefully I'll be mostly recovered next weekend. Hun and I plan on touring the City (note, the ONLY city for New Yorkers). We've been quite active lately as far as social plans are concerned. We were blessed with a housewarming by a couple of friends of mine from Colorado. They stopped by for a night or so, and brought their little nugget of joy. She is one of the most mellow baby I've ever met, well, like anyone, she got a bit cranky when she was hungry. It was also quite amazing how such a small package could create such thunderous farts. If the Department of Energy could harness that energy, we wouldn't need foreign oil. We thought Nugget was fabulous and we loved the company, as stressed out as Hun and I were.
We're missing all the White Christmas in Colorado this year. The state shut down for a few days. QT wasn't able to get a flight in time, as well as Nugget and her handlers, so will be spending the Holidays on the East Coast, all be they different respective places.
Well, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Betty
Hopefully I'll be mostly recovered next weekend. Hun and I plan on touring the City (note, the ONLY city for New Yorkers). We've been quite active lately as far as social plans are concerned. We were blessed with a housewarming by a couple of friends of mine from Colorado. They stopped by for a night or so, and brought their little nugget of joy. She is one of the most mellow baby I've ever met, well, like anyone, she got a bit cranky when she was hungry. It was also quite amazing how such a small package could create such thunderous farts. If the Department of Energy could harness that energy, we wouldn't need foreign oil. We thought Nugget was fabulous and we loved the company, as stressed out as Hun and I were.
We're missing all the White Christmas in Colorado this year. The state shut down for a few days. QT wasn't able to get a flight in time, as well as Nugget and her handlers, so will be spending the Holidays on the East Coast, all be they different respective places.
Well, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Betty
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Recovering
I'm starting to recover a bit from my work vomit. All in all, a much better week. I actually had a mild thought of how to improve the coming year. I only have two resolutions for 2007 (well, maybe more, but I'm trying to keep it simple):
(1) Take care of myself. That means dying my gray hair and plucking my eyebrows on a regular basis. I might even venture out and add lip gloss to my regime. In general, I will be making more of an effort to keep up my appearance. That way, I might feel better about myself in general and spurn productivity. (This also means exercising more than once a week and eating lunch on a regular basis.) The difficulty is to be religious about this, even when the chips are down.
(2) Make friends. Perhaps joining a book club, yoga class, etc. will spur me to be social vs. working overtime and spurning others. This is kind of part II of "Take care of myself," but if I can't take care of me, how am I expected to take care of others.
Why this sudden change of heart? If I want to keep my job, I need all the stress outlets I can get, and I'm not getting the kind of camaraderie I was hoping for at work (read my facebook note for more insight). I am drowning a bit in East Coast culture shock (a.k.a. second-hand smoke malaise and enmeshment-centered corporate culture) and I gotta start swimming. Dammit all! I will find an evergreen in Albany!
(1) Take care of myself. That means dying my gray hair and plucking my eyebrows on a regular basis. I might even venture out and add lip gloss to my regime. In general, I will be making more of an effort to keep up my appearance. That way, I might feel better about myself in general and spurn productivity. (This also means exercising more than once a week and eating lunch on a regular basis.) The difficulty is to be religious about this, even when the chips are down.
(2) Make friends. Perhaps joining a book club, yoga class, etc. will spur me to be social vs. working overtime and spurning others. This is kind of part II of "Take care of myself," but if I can't take care of me, how am I expected to take care of others.
Why this sudden change of heart? If I want to keep my job, I need all the stress outlets I can get, and I'm not getting the kind of camaraderie I was hoping for at work (read my facebook note for more insight). I am drowning a bit in East Coast culture shock (a.k.a. second-hand smoke malaise and enmeshment-centered corporate culture) and I gotta start swimming. Dammit all! I will find an evergreen in Albany!
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