Erin Go Blaugh....

No, I didn't stagger to all the Irish pubs downtown, get loaded and waltz home yodeling "When Irish Eyes are Smiling"....Because I already had a hangover from the day before. (AbFab parties will do that to you...sweetie.) It was quiet and good--I made a traditional Irish feast and eerything. (Tomato pasta with thai basil and garlic and tiger prawns...okay okay, if they had it they would have eaten it, allright? I hate cabbage!!!! Hate hate hate!!!)

Speaking of hate, I came in this morning and not only was my work area in sorry shape, but buried the UPS book, dumped no less than 9 huge boxes on my counter and left me a cheerful note about it. ( And someone over the weekend was apparently looking for copy paper by ripping open every box in the room--ignoring the paper sitting under the "Paper" label on the shelf.)

Excuse me a minute.

*shuts door*

*Muffled loud screaming, yelling, jumping up and down and cursing for about 5 minutes*

*door opens*

Whew....much better, thank you.

All right...

More work, less screaming.

Uhhhh.....'scuse me a minute.

*Closes door, more screaming is heard*

No, really, I'm getting back to work, honest.


(The only thing in my favor today is I've got ponytails in today...for some reason people go bananas when I have two tails instead of one. Heh...maybe I'm cute or something, I dunno. )

*grumble grumble*

I think I may stay a little late here tonight, finishing up stuff.
*Mutters quietly*

But at least it's stuff I can do while cruising LJ at the same time:)

I've been humming the Dennis Leary "Irish Folk song" all morning. "They come over here and they take all our land, they chop off our heads and they boil them in oil, Our children are leaving and we have no heads, we drink and we sing and we drink and we die...." It goes on like that for a bit.

"We haaave no heads...no, we haaaave noo he-eads!!!"

And so...

...Many a piece of paper has been consigned to the Filing Graveyard,
and many, many a copy has been created, soon to achieve it's destiny in someone else's Filing Graveyard of Doom...

I'm proud.

Zounds!!!

You are Spaceman Spiff! Zounds! You are the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, the engaging explorer ensconsed in an unending universe of exotic and evil extraterrestrials! You're brave, but you should give that dictionary a rest. Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!

Whaaaaheeeheee!!! Gimme the spaceship, babies!!!

The Blinking Queen Amidala sez....

...Duracell rocks my LED world...


*Blink* *Blink* *Blink*

So I'm rubbing my eyes again...

...shouldn't do that, I know better.

I just keep looking out at the snow. I know Spring will come eventually, but the weather guys say there's another couple of snowfalls expected. It just weighs hard on everybody's spirits right now. I may have to buy more flowers soon, maybe a plant that won't try to stab me when I move it into the sun. Cactuses are cool and interesting...and sharp. Never forget that.

Lately I've been having anxious dreams about living with roommates or something along those lines, somewhere much too small with too many people around, and wishing I had a place of my own. Then I wake up, momentarily confused until I remember that I actually do live alone. I usually spend a minute or two touching things to reorient myself. Except the cactus; go fig.

I finished a mixed-media piece I'm really proud of. Nobody's seen it yet but me.
This was depressing at first until I remembered I had more AA batteries for the digital camera. I'll see what I can do about posting them, I'm still finding my feet about some of the technical stuff...

Ms Eff, with a longish post for a change...

Arrrgh...

Double the posts, double the fun.....Damn.

Well, I'm gonna go order pizza...with shrimp and basil. Mmmmmm....:)