Say Anything.

it's official..I am going to beat poser with a stick today...!!!!!
firefly keeps going ape and I am not amused...
and I haven't had coffee...we're out...and well...yes, I am NOT a morning person...

Ooo, this sounds like me yesterday! I hope it starts cooperating for you! I had to replace my video card to get mine to behave :rolleyes

It's still chocolate therapy even if it's not 75+% chocolate.

*drools over his SKOR bar*

Yes... Chocolate therapy is chocolate therapy.. no matter what the actual cocoa/chocolate content % is :D

Learning how to work remotely is dangerous for my mental health... instead of just working 3 or so hours late then heading home and relaxing I've been working an hourish late, then heading home to make / have dinner then firing up the laptop and working til 10:30 at night. I am so tired. And STILL so behind. No wonder I have *zero* motivation to get crap done at work nowdays.

This morning my husband left for work and came back a couple of minutes later. He told me to get dressed and come upstairs (our bedroom is a made-over cellar). I went upstairs, and looked at him, and just by the look on his face, I said "what happened??". He just said "Lola."

Lola was our adventurous kitty-girl; we had a set of twins, Lola and Luna, that we rescued from the Humane Society. Lola was the one who could not WAIT to get outside, and after we let her, mice and moles were never a problem for us. This was the most curious of cats, and she had the most adorable way of shadowing our dog when they were both outside, and she'd look up at Cupcake like she was asking her "where are we going? What's over here? Whatcha doin'??" She also slept by flattening herself on her back wherever she was, and curling all four paws inward, while her tail curled in a skinny question mark. She was my husband's cat more than any of the rest of us; he loved her so much, and always said she was so much fun.

She was hit by a car last night, and my husband found her on his way to work. We buried her this morning way in the back right next to the woods she loved exploring so very much. I'm going to be picking up a stone cat statue for the grave before I head home from work today. My daughter was devastated; on top of that she'd never seen her father cry before, so that affected her as well.

Rest In Peace, Nona-Bona. We love you.

Im so sorry Darsa, thats so sad :sad

lots of :hug

oh Darsa I'm so sorry!!

Soooo sorry sweetie *hugs* Makes me miss my kitty all over again and it's almost been a year since I lost her now :(

OH, Darsa. As a kitty momma too, I feel your pain. Loosing our fury friends is like loosing a family member.

Much loves & hugs to you & your family.
:hug:ghug:hug:ghug:hug:ghug:hug:ghug

=/ I'm sorry Darsa. /hug

Awww...I'm sorry hon.

It's been pouring rain this week in Tacoma making us really miss AK and the snow. The roads are oily and slick as hell and we need new wipers on the Jeep.

Last night we were coming home after stopping by a new place to eat (Wingers - meh) and buying baby gates for the new house when we saw the traffic warning for heavy traffic down in Olympia.

'That's been up since lunchtime,' I said.
'Oh, wonder why?' Olympia is about 30 miles away from where we were.
'I don't know,' and I went back to entering in numbers in Mike's new phone since we had to replace his old one. He had dropped it one too many times and you could barely hear it ring. It was almost 8pm and it was all dark outside and not looking at the road made feeling the traction on the road feel weird. Suddenly...

'Oh shit!'

Mike hit the brakes and I look up and see nothing but red brake lights and a station wagon too close to how fast we were going. The only thing I could think of was - we are going to hit that station wagon and the air bags are going to go off. Both kids were in the back seat and it was going to cause a huge pile up. Then Mike did something interesting.

He had hit the brakes and we started to skid, the jeep was twisting to the right and then he let up off the brakes and we whipped into the shoulder (we were in the right lane, trying to get off I-5) and we sailed smoothly passed the station wagon. It was like butter. Mike slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.

I blinked.

He asked if we were ok and even Catherine was like, 'what just happened?'

'Your dad is a frickin super hero, Catherine. That's what just happened.'

After a minute we started back into traffic and went home. Mike and I held hands and were on the verge of hyperventilating but I gotta admit, I was impressed as hell. If it had been me, I wouldn't have even considered riding the shoulder, I would have braced myself for the collision. I'm so proud of him.

=)

That's awesome Roz lol. Traffic on I5 was always crap from Olympia to Everett I swear!

All of a sudden my old guild boards are getting spammed by porn bots and I just can't keep up with banning and deleting fast enough :( Our "leader" hasn't posted on the boards since the guild fell apart and so only a few of us come around to socialize but I don't need to see high speed video of people fucking. Stupid porn bots :(

On a funny note:

I got my haircut yesterday (you'd think by the amount of money I was getting it gold plated) and I had the most delicious shampooing I have ever had in my life.

Reuben is very clearly gay, not that there is anything wrong with that, but he's not a talker either. So as I sat back in those uncomfortable chair with my head in the sink, I tried to relax but couldn't. I just hate those chairs. Suddenly Reuben put his hands in my hair and began to work in the shampoo.

Oh my god.

I could feel it in my lower back - this weird tingling sensation as this man basically felt my hair up. It was like sex, but with my hair and a gay man. At one point I actually said, 'That feels ridiculously good...mmmm.' I swear to god, I mmm'd.

I almost felt like I was cheating on Mike it felt so good. Obviously he could have shaved my head and I still would have happily taken his card and made another appt in 6-8 weeks.

/purrs happily

For the umpteenth time I have been asked if Mike was Catherine's father. This is what I get for having our kids 8 years apart.

I'll be at soccer or something with the kids and Mike and I'll get -

'Oh so...where's Catherine's dad?'
'Standing right next to me.'

/sigh

*shakes head*
People are stupid. Sometimes I wonder if they EVER consider what they are going to say before they say it.

Yeah because it's not insulting at all =/ No disrespect to anyone else but come on, how tacky is that to even ASK?

That was my first thought; "how could someone just ASK something like that?" but then peope generally tend to open their mouths before engaging their brains...

... present company excepted, of course! :D

ok.

my chi has been completely fucked to hell today.

back story:
about a month ago I had to fix 1 of my mom's work computers cause it had that fantastic antivirus2008 virus on it, along with some other shit that stopped it from booting into windows. so i reformatted, reinstalled her shit, had it setup almost perfectly so all she'd have to do was map new network drives on the other 2 computers ( takes 20 seconds to do ).

She runs an online backup system called CARBONITE that stores files on some server that you can download again if you need to. So she's obviously backed up some virus infected files at this point.

i wake up. groggy as hell.
"your mom called".
"oh probably wrong number"
" no, she called your cell phone too."
"shit"

*calls mom*
*gets blasted by pissed-offness cause computer went down and the other one -i just fixed- isn't working right*
"ok, what?"
"I NEED MY INFORMATION!"
"what information?"
"MY ESTIMATES! THE BACKUP FROM CARBONITE. NOTHINGS WORKING"
"oh wow, you really thought that one through"
"... huh"
"i just woke up. i can't think yet"
"*huffs* i'll call you if it still doesn't work"

2 hours later my phone rings
"yeah?"
"YOU NEED TO COME IN HERE. NOTHINGS WORKING I CANT PRINT THE ESTIMATES WONT SHOW UP"
"today?"
"well if not today then you gonna come early in the morning?"
"i won't be awake early on the morning, i have a bladder infection today"
"why didn't you go to the doctor?"
"i don't go to doctors"
"i'll bring you something then"
"WELL TRY TO WALK ME THROUGH THIS CAUSE I NEED MY COMPUTERS TO WORK. I NEED MY ESTIMATES"
"IF YOU DONT STOP YELLING AT ME IM NOT GOING TO HELP YOU"
so she begins to cooperate.

she begins to call everything "things" and "over there". like, i can see what she's pointing at.

so i screen share with her mac, and i see a computer on the network called "COMPUTERE 1". now i know i did not name a computer that.

"did you rename the computer?"
"which time?"
"what? DID YOU RENAME IT?"
"well yeah a few times"
*digs fingers into face* "well you misspelled it. we have to remap the drives"
" *faint clicking* C.... O ... M..."
"what are you doing?"
"i'm fixing this"
"fixing what"
"IM RENAMING IT"
"STOP! DONT RENAME ANYTHING"
"BUT YOU TOLD ME TO RENAME IT"
( take a moment, and look above. where the fuck did i say "rename the computer" ? )
"WELL IM PUTTING SHERRY ON THE PHONE SO TELL HER WHAT TO DO"
"NO SHES THE ONE THAT BROKE THE SHIT IN THE FIRST PLACE"

so anyways, i get stuck on the phone with my sister, which was actually much more relaxing than my mom, but my sister is like a major hick and she cracks silly jokes that i don't get
"is it beer 30?"
"uh what? four 30?"
"no, BEER, like IS IT TIME TO DRINK"
"oh..."

so then i hear mom cussing in background
"oh she has 2 infected estimate files"
"no shit. she redownloaded her virus"

so like anyways, you sort of get the point.
after finally getting printer networked and drives networked, she sends me an im "thank you".

i'm so totally smashing her with a pillow in the face next time i see her.