to see the marketing potential in the development announced here? Think about it. I'm ringing my factory in China right now and ordering a huge production run of genitalia shaped stuffed toys. I'm going to be rich.
or maybe three [length of post contingent on scotch intake]
Today at work we had a leaving luncheon for one of my co workers who is headed off to more lucrative employment [read more moola] in her chosen field. I sat at the table and listen to everyone chatting away, and I probably didn't say more than ten words. I felt very out of place.
On the upside, I did resolve a syntax issue someone was having with an "if" statement.
I want a dog. It's kind of like the pre menopausal cluckyness I experienced when I was still capable of getting pregnant [thank goddess I had a lucid moment and had my tubes tied, otherwise I'd be living in an old airstream, dressed in stretched out capris and a stained t shirt*, a wad of snuff tucked in my cheek and hollering for vinny jr to stop pulling the cat's tail]. As Mr H drives me to work every morning I watch people walking their dogs and am filled with envy. Even though I don't really want to be tied down to a dog [quick trip out of town? No way jose, cause you don't have anyone to dog sit].
But I still want a dog.
* Even though I don't have a brood of chirrens am still dressed in a stained tshirt, so your fantasy of me as your personal sex goddess is secure.
Obviously you don't stay current with the latest news when you have your head in a bucket, so I just found out about this. WTF kind of vitamins do they take? Cause I want some. And I thought signing up for "knitting 101" was daring.
my favourite way to spend two days off from work [reclining on the lovely new sofa afraid to move my head for fear of chundering], it seems that I have recovered and the bug that decided to take up residence in my tummy has finally pissed off. Mr H took pity on me and brought home a dozen roses on Friday - I managed to get a photo of one or two of the lovely blooms before the entire arrangement tipped over and fell to the floor. Bugger! Anxiously awaiting shipment of Mr H's latest foray on eBay - I am now the proud owner of enough equipment to kit out my own darkroom. Given the fact that I am still stuck [by choice] in the twentieth century as far as photography goes and prefer to click away using black and white film, I am v, v happy. And maybe one day I will be as good as Salgado, but I doubt it. [More of his work here and here.] linkage found via gaijinworld. Phase II of the kitchen renovation started yesterday, with more of the manky kitchen cupboards ending up on the pile outside awaiting the ride to their final resting place at the tip. You will be shocked and amazed when you see the photos,honest. And nothing will thrill me more than to see the last of the baby kak coloured tiles disappear under some shiny white tile paint. Trust me on this one kiddies, nothing is more riveting than a discussion about shelf depth at 7 AM. [oooharr, she said depth]. Unless, of course, you are discussing three phase wiring. One of the advantages to doing all this renovation work is that our landlady happily orders asks her hubby [he's a lovely man, but no very handy] to do our yardwork. Of course, the last time Mr Bin Fetish mowed the yard, he also hacked to pieces trimmed back the sneezingbush star jasmine. And now Mrs Bin Fetish can see directly into my dining room from her back yard. Hope she doesn't mind Mr H running through the house in his birthday suit, as he is prone to do.
Attempting to blog after a hefty FAB usually results in the above.
Those that know me [I mean really know me] are aware of the fact that Mr H and I started out "relationship wise" dating long distance. This, however,was invented two years too late to save me money on telephone bills.
How come you didn't post anything for marketing directors attempt to get some money out of your wallet. Mother's Day?
answer: because I'm a)still formulating the post in my head, and b) cause I didn't, that's why.
Seriously considering starting a new blog, so I can kvetch about everyone that I know without them knowing I'm kvetching about them. Good idea? Feedback welcome.
Tonight in the grocery store I saw someone I thought I knew, but it turned out I was wrong. Sometimes I miss seeing someone I know in grocery stores. However, knowing I will never ever see anyone I know in a grocery store is also liberating, as I can be rude and not have to worry about someone dobbing me out.