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Category: Really Deep Thoughts
Yippee!
Guess what I did? I had a phone conversation with someone who is not in my extremely small circle of friends. Yes really! I know it sounds dumb to be proud of this, but still, I am proud. I’d written a thank you note to our friends in MD (we had such a good time,…
To call, or not to call…
Hmmm. I was all set to write a post about whether or not I should call my doctor on Monday and ask him to call in a prescription for another round of Clomid. But – ha ha – it turns out that I’d have to start taking it tomorrow for it to be effective. I…
Now, here’s someone…
who is probably NOT hugging his payroll clerk!
Fridays
Just love ’em. Work is annoying in some ways but pretty sweet in others. My employer finally gave the pink collars our long overdue raises (this is a new record – they were 8 months late this time), so that was nice. And having Gwendolyn as my boss is just wonderful. Having her to back…
2008 (Elaine’s) Super Bowl
So, another year, another Oscars has passed. Why do all the headlines trumpet that all the acting trophies went to Europeans? It almost sounds like someone is trying to make it a controversy. I just turned the TV on and AMC’s showing The Godfather. It just got to the scene where the movie producer is…
Elsewhere on the Internet…
I just found a freaking hysterical new (to me) blog – “Stuff White People Like.” C’mon, you know you want to click on the link. Seriously. Just do it. At least read the guest column about “Top Ten Hip Hop Songs White People Like.” And, a new time waster: Barack Obama is Your New Bicycle. (Good news:…
Did I ever tell you…
So, at work, Stefania’s Toady always burns candles. Some of them smell good, like cookies, and some of them smell like Eau de French Whore. Funny enough, the Eau de French Whore-scented candle makes me cough and makes my throat sore, but the cookies-scented candles do not. What I love is when the candle dies…
oof…
I am in a just awful mood. I have written two separate posts that I have had to just save as a draft because they are so very crabby that someone would probably send the authorities to my house to take me away. Let’s just say that chocolate is my friend (well, chocolate and Lunesta)….
IKEA, you win…
So did I tell you that Gene and I stopped at an IKEA in Virginia on our way to MD? While we waited for the cafe to change over to meatballs (seriously – who goes there to eat eggs?? Even if they are yummy, they are clearly not meatballs), we did the obvious thing and…