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Sunday, October 09, 2011

Found

Almost deleted.
Saved.

I guess I should post more often.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

Dog Day


So I completely misunderstood something someone was saying today and it demolished me. Just wiped me out emotionally and physically. Really, you could have knocked me over with a feather, but first you would have had to pick me up off the floor, since that is where I was.

I hate this time of the month. Mountains out of molehills and all that.

Tomorrow, I bring crafting into the workplace. Oh, those lucky peeps. Honestly, they have no idea what's coming. Mostly, wouldn't want to give them any time to prepare...

Heh.

I think I'm feeling better already. Stealth craft attack. Full speed ahead.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Feet First In Seattle


I work for a really great company. Yeah, the travel can get exhausting and sometimes the work takes over my life; yet, I am surrounded on a daily basis by some remarkably amazing people.

Every other month, our geographically dispersed team gets together, generally for a day or a day and a half. We check-in with each other, on a personal and business front, and work on business issues, development, and, yup, we have fun. (It is a core value of my company.)
This month's meeting was in Seattle, so I flew in yesterday for today's meeting. And today, I flew home with beautifully manicured toes, which by the way are not pictured above. That image, I downloaded from a free site. (Thanks!) I think my fingernails look equally charming and so far I have managed to keep them maintained. Hey, it's been 8 hours already!
That's right, people. I flew to Seattle from Phoenix to get my nails done. What has your company done for you lately?

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Pop N Fresh


My darling teen appears to be obsessed with Smartfood White Cheddar Popcorn. I think she first discovered it at AJ's and since she realized that Circle K also sells the stuff, we seem to pick up a new bag every time we go to Circle K. Raise your hand if you thought AJ's and Circle K had the same popcorn distribution source. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

I was also not aware that popcorn was a major food group. In our house, it has made an appearance at nearly every meal, or replaced a major meal. This would be a prime example of bad parenting on my part. Yeah, whatever.

Since the teen's favorite pasttime is talking me into renting her scary movies, perhaps she needs an unlimited supply for her movie-watching. (tangent alert: Do you have any idea how difficult it is to locate scary movies that are not rated R? When you only go to redbox? Well, dang difficult, that's what.) Or maybe she is not fond of anything I cook, which would be a significant possibility if I ever actually cooked a meal for her. We are the home of self-service meals. Hungry? Make something. It's a useful life skill.

In any case, as I was throwing away the empty bag that I found
a) in the back seat of the car
b) on the sofa in the teen room
c) on the couch in the living room
d) all of the above
I decided that I really needed a maid. In theory, I have one built-in in the form of a teenage daughter. In reality, I want to hire someone who actually will do the cleaning without my non-stop irritating nagging, heavy sighing, and eye-rolling. Oh, wait, those last two items are hers.

I checked with my neighbor who has the best referrals ever, and I look forward to treating myself to a little bit of heaven. Plus, I am going to hire a maid. (She really does have great referrals.)

Now I just need a really cool craft project for empty popcorn bags.

Sunday, August 02, 2009

Yes, I Would Like Another Computer Please


So I decided that my life would be that much more awesome if I had a mini laptop that I could dedicate to my music and my pictures. I scouted out some data on the 7-10" sizes (read: checked the Sunday flyers) and told Eric (yes, he has a name today!) what I was thinking. So he jumped onto the research bandwagon and did some actual data-gathering.
After a bit of a high-end Costco trip, I came home with a really cute little hp mini with a pretty decent 6 hour battery life. I added a swanky pink swirled skin to make it mine and am now loading my i-touch library accordingly.
Now when I head back out on the road, I'll have another computer to carry. Don't get behind me in the TSA line, though. Between shoes off, laptop out, mini-laptop out, cell phone, treo, i-touch, and my quart size baggie with liquids and gels, I'll need an extra 20 minutes just to get through security. This would not be the prudent time to discuss whether my crop-o-dile passes the 4" or less tool test. Right?

Friday, July 31, 2009

When My Slow Cat Moves Fast

My cat is kinda getting on in her years. Some days, you can tell she likes playing old fogie as she limps around, yowling on and off for kicks. Other days, she apparently is possessed by the spirit of Cat Who Moves At Mind-Altering Lightning Speed, as she freaks around the place.


I have been advised by someone who knows about these things that she races to assist her digestion. I have been further advised that the racing, acoompanied by some mighty loud "What is up with that cat?" noises, are a signal to let out the cat. We'll just call that letting the cat out for the general purpose of "movement."


All I know is that said cat can ambulate quite nicely when it meets her needs. And I am not sure of the purpose of posting this information, other than it happened to be in my head at the moment.


In other unrelated news, Some Guy does have a name, and I have permission to use it. (OK, well, I have had permission to use it for quite some time. I have permission to use it on the blog now. It's not like I've introduced him to friends and family as Some Guy. Much.)
So as soon as I find a reason to write something about him, I may start calling him by name. Lucky dude. And lucky me--how many guys do you know who will jump onto the Dance, Dance Revolution game at the arcade?

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Every Year About This Time, I Write About Chicago





This June, we (we=me and Some Guy) flew in to Chicago for a long weekend and a Milwaukee wedding. Flight arrangements were somewhat complicated. We were flying into Midway on Thursday, hanging out at The Palmer House for a night, then picking up Teen Angst on Friday. Teen in question, coming in from her 2-week spree in England and France with her other family, changing planes and carriers in Dulles to meet up with us, also at Midway. Complicated much?

So everything is groovy on Thursday. We land and take the cheap route by hopping the L into downtown. Our hotel is steps from the station, but Some Guy decides to hop off one stop early so we chug suitcases a couple blocks to the hotel. We score a fabulous upgrade (yeah, sometimes being on the road a HECKA lot has some upgrade perks) and immediately head out to Millennium Park, mere steps away and featuring Taste of Chicago. Man, timing is everything. We feast for a bit, debate whether to go to the Cubs game, and end up just enjoying Taste.
Friday, we rent bikes and cycle down Lakeshore Drive, around the aquarium, and just generally enjoy the sights. Since it's also fireworks day (July 3), the crowd is already starting to arrive and set up for the evening light show. We have the Teen airport pickup about 7pm so we decide to bellstand the bags and take it easy for the afternoon wait.



I know Teen is scheduled to land about 3pm our time, so I give her a call to verify her flight arrived, and make sure she is able to get through customs without too much drama. Uh, not likely. We connect via phone; she is freaked. In summary: plane left late, plane arrived late, Unnamed Person Who Is Not My Daughter left boarding pass, baggage claim tickets, and passport (not Teen's) on the plane, passport retrieval commences, customs confusion commences, baggage belonging to all passengers except Teen arrives, Teen is on her own as Accompanying Family had to dash for their connection, Teen freaks out trying to locate her airline and her gate. With coaching from Some Guy and airport map at our end, Teen gets to her gate and is now on her way to Midway, sans luggage.

So, wedding next day, pending Teen arrival, and luggage potentially not coming any time soon. Discuss.

I decide to use the immediate future to see what necessities I can snag in anticipation of luggage not being where it should be any time soon. Find shoes for Teen, purchase them. Run out of time.

Some Guy and I pick up luggage and take the L back to Midway, this time getting on the stop that is actually most convenient. See, we practice Continuous Process Improvement! We strategize how to proceed after airport pickup, so that we can locate nearest department store for mandatory girly undergarments and other basics. Some Guy calls Goog411 (love them!) and locates nearest Target and has a conversation something like this:
SG "Hello, can you tell me how to get there from here?"
T "Yes, go here, then go here."
SG "OK"
T "What are you looking for?"
SG (puzzled) "Uh, Target...?"
T "No, sir, what is it that you are looking for?"
SG (suddenly nervous, very long pause) "Uh...um. A-a football?"
Two things: One, when you are a guy, telling the Target lady that you need to go from the airport right to Target for the purpose of buying girls underwear, not gonna happen. Even if your immediate need for girls underwear is very appropriate and solves a problem. Two, isn't it normal to need a football RIGHT AWAY when you are coming from the airport? Just saying. Think about it. Must. Have. Football.Now.

Anyhoo, Teen arrives, no luggage, no baggage claim office either. See, when you land in Dulles on United Airlines, and the baggage expert says, no you cannot file a claim here, you must file it at the end of your itinerary, and the teen says, this is the end of my itinerary, as I change to Southwest Airlines now, and the baggage expert says, file it at the end of your journey, it seems no one at United takes into consideration that United flies into O'Hare and Southwest flies into Midway. So, United Dumbheads Airlines, there IS NO UNITED BAGGAGE CLAIM OFFICE to file a lost baggage claim with at Midway.

So no baggage, no baggage claim, no baggage claim tickets (still in some seat pocket with United, probably enroute back to Heathrow), and time to head to Target. We do need a football, after all.

Fastest tour of Target ever: underwear, deodorant, swimsuit, and very happy Teen with all new stuff. Or less frantic about all her missing stuff from her trip, anyway. We finally head out for Milwaukee about 9pm. Only to be stuck in a major traffic jam. [Insert Munch "The Scream" here.] Police herd us into a parking lot. Not anyone in front of us or behind us; we are just randomly selected for something they call a "safety check". Safety check, my a**. We're safe, we get flagged through, and 3 cops later, another one stops us for the same dang check. Very disorganized safety check. Maybe they need some training in Continuous Process Improvement.

OK, we are back on the road. I think we make it half a block before we see this giant cement berm straddling the entire width of the roadway. Problem? We see it approximately 1.2 seconds before we smack into it going about 40mph. Rental car makes not a good sound, so Some Guy decides we need to pull over and check for potential damage before getting on the freeway. So we cruise around for several blocks to find a "good place" to check out the car. The "good place" is a McDonald's in a very dicey part of Chicago. (You know, near the Target.) So Some Guy uses his guy smarts to check out the car, and we strongly encourage him to hurry. He seems to move a little faster after we hear gunshots.

Yay, we are finally on the freeway! Oh, look, fireworks, pretty. No, no, Some Guy, you are the driver - please keep your eyes on the road and I will watch all the fireworks for you. Oh, dear, there is a lot of traffic. Oh, my, is that an accident or another "safety check" ahead? OK, just a lot of traffic. A giant big-time headache, major lot of traffic. Why isn't everyone parked somewhere watching fireworks? Plus, I think I really have to pee.

Two hours later, we find our hotel in Milwaukee. Hey, if we check in now, it's still Friday! We get to our room a bit after midnight. I hassle with United Airlines, courtesy of the call center in India, for a bit before sanity takes over and I accept that her luggage will probably spend some time traveling around the U.S. before it is located and forwarded to Milwaukee. It actually works in United's favor that we are now in Milwaukee. At least they have a baggage claim office there, even if no one is there in the middle of the night.

We bunk down so that we can get some rest before the day of the wedding; since it is the raison d'etre for our trip, it seems somewhat appropo that we should not arrive looking like a trio of zombies. A duet maybe, certainly not a trio. Lights out. As I drift off, I wonder if the wedding couple needs a football. I think I know where to find one.