December 2004 Archives
Back Home Again
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'Tis good to be home. I spent 9 whirlwind days in Connecticut for the Christmas holidays. It was a lot of fun. No, really, it was. I got to spend time with my folks, my brother and his lovely family, E's mom, saw friends that I haven't seen in, literally, years, saw friends that I see everytime I go to CT but wish I could see more often, and finally met a bunch of E's friends that he's been telling me about for years. It was a good trip. There was snow on the ground when we got there. ButList Update
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Things I had to do on Monday: 1. Wash sheets and towels. And remake bed. 2. Buy cat fud and litter. 3. Vacuum. 4. Pack for trip. 5. Call about health insurance. 6. Mail presents to Mags and Bekita. 7. Go to recycling center. 8. Pick up gift bags and gift tags. 9. Clean bathrooms (why is this ALWAYS on the list of things to do?). 10. Mail Sierra Club trip paperwork. 11. Write and post Christmas cards. 12. Figure out what books and movies to take on trip. 13. Go on a mousie hunt for Smudge. (We found 13!)Slacker
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"I did not go to school today, said little Peggy Ann McKay." - Shel Silverstein I'm not at work today. I don't have to go to work. I don't have to go to work for another 29 days. *happy dance* Unfortunately, I can't spend the day in bed eating bonbons and playing with the felines. Tomorrow E and I fly to CT for the Christmas festivities. Which means today I need to: 1. Wash sheets and towels. And remake bed. 2. Buy cat fud and litter. 3. Vacuum. 4. Pack for trip. 5. Call about health insurance. 6. Mail presentsMy Last Day at PeopleSoft
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Today is my last day at PeopleSoft. We just got back from a farewell lunch in downtown Pleasanton. All my files are copied and backed up. The books are packed and the walls have been cleared off. It feels strange. I know I'm not letting myself feel too much right now. I'm sure I'll cry at Tea Time today at 4, when I start hugging everyone goodbye. I hope that these people don't leave my life forever. I know some will, that always seems to happen with at least some percentage of co-workers. But there are a lot of reallyLinkedIn Craziness
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Everyone at PeopleSoft is going a bit nuts with getting their networks up-to-date and whatnot. Not surprising since it's a little more than a month until the axe drops upon most folks here. Invitations to LinkedIn are flying around like nobody's business. I figured since tomorrow is my last day here, I might as well join the fray and get as much info up-to-date as well. There are way more folks that I know on LinkedIn than I was aware of. So, yes, you are prolly getting a "please add me to your network" email from me. If you don't,iPod and Froggies
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I love my iPod. I really do. What I don't love is my FM tuner that I use to connect my iPod to my car stereo so I can listen to my iPod instead of the radio. It is a piece of crap and I hate it more and more each day. Mostly I hate it because I didn't spend $400 on an iPod to listen to static. I hate static. It's the number one way to drive me insane in a car. Put on a static-y station and I will be clawing at the roof in moments. There areFUNKY SHOES!
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Today I am wearing my new Funky Shoes! On Saturday E and I took a trip into the city and went to the John Fluevog shoe store in the Haight. It was quite fun. He got two pairs of Funky Shoes, and I got the one. It's quite enough funkness for me at the moment. I have to ease into the funk slowly, for one must be careful of funk overload when one is not used to the funk. But I must say, they are fun to wear. w00t!Saint Clinton
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Saint Clinton Originally uploaded by SnowSara. This really cracks my shit up.The White and Golden Pegasus
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When I was a little girl I loved horses. No, I mean I LOVED horses. I didn't play with dolls, I played with model horses. I drew them. I read about them. I wore horse-themed clothing. My room was filled with them. I dreamed of horses. I didn't want a husband when I grew up - I wanted a horse. When I was 10 I tried to convince my father that he should buy me a horse. He said that he wanted to wait until I was 16 and then I could choose between a car or a horse. II have the best boyfriend EVER
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E is the best. He's the best for many reasons, but I'll only go into one account of his bestness here today. You see, E recently purchased a new camera (see his Flickr account for what he's been up to with it). And this meant that his previous camera and lens needed a new home, since they wouldn't be getting much action anymore. And seeing how I've been without a digital camera for the past 9 months or so, there seemed to be an opportunity for us both to get something out of this. So, I am now the proudChristmas Cheer
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It would seem that the cats are so excited about Santa Paws coming in a few weeks that they decided that the Christmas tree lights should stay on all night long. I swear I turned the lights off last night (actually, I don't think I ever turned it on). But when I got up this morning, lo and behold, the tree was lit up, like, like, well, a Christmas tree. Now, I suppose some would call this a Christmas miracle. A tree that lights itself. Others may say that the cats know something about the meaning of Christmas that IKitten Kisses
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Smudgie was all curled up with me this morning. He was so cute and sweet. I was all sprawled out on the bed, hitting snooze every 10 minutes for almost a hour (before I realized I had a doctor appt in 35 minutes). Smudge was curled up on the pillow next me, as I went in and out of sleep. And he kept reaching out his paw and lightly petting my cheek or lips or nose. It was the sweetest thing ever. I am so in love with my cat. And I really need to get a camera so IThis and That
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Happy Tuesday everyone. Everyone keeps calling me a "short timer." This is a phrase that I had never heard until it was applied to me last week. I guess I really am though. Especially in light of things like coming into work at 10:30 this morning (let's just say it was a bit hard to get the engine going this morning). It's hard to focus on the remaining bits of work that I need to get done before I go. The fact that I am so fucking tired certainly doesn't help with that. Folks ask me what I'm going toA Vision in White
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You know, if ever I get married again, I just hope that they are still making this dress. Have you ever seen anything so hideous? It just makes me laugh.Morality for Beautiful Girls
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Morality for Beautiful GirlsSix Feet Under: Season 1: Disc 1
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Six Feet Under: Season 1: Disc 1Not Sleeping Again
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The insomnia monster is haunting me again. I've been going to bed fairly early - 9ish or so, mostly because I'm so tired it hurts to be up later than that. But I'm waking up around 1 am or so and then tossing and turning for the rest of the night. *sigh* I thought I had gotten over this. I was sleeping so well the week of Thanksgiving. I was finally starting to feel almost caught up on sleep (what with all the napping). I'd go to bed and sleep soundly all night. I can't loose my ability to sleepFrom Poetry Daily today
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Half Not, by Fred Marchant smell of book-glue, of old cardboard, and red ink at the edges, the must almost alive, a papery feel in the air, summer like purpled, swirly endpapers, cool shelves and oiled oak floors, a long, varnished table of shifting and murders, boy detectives, with enough fear to get lost in before the turn back to the real where my mother stood in line, a return slip being stamped with the gentle thud and purple due date of promises, all the books I wanted to bring home to my brown bread supper, to sweet corn andMonthly Archives
