Monday, February 28, 2011

Saturday, February 26, 2011

I guess I know where I stand!

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I guess she knows that crabby old man cat has aches and pains.  I might as well just get in line.  Chopped liver, I tell ya!

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Jobs - I haz one

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Have you ever gotten so mad all you could hear was roaring in your ears - and people were telling you you shouldn't go any further you had probably said enough but then you couldn't help yourself and said it anyway with your voice raised higher than you realized? Have you ever gotten that mad at work on a conference call with about 20 other people and the person you were angry with and saying things to was your boss's boss who has control over whether or not your job is 'comfortable' or not - or that you have a job at all? 


Ahem.  


Sometimes people *cough, cough* need to learn to control themselves and not always say what they are thinking when they get really upset because it could possibly or most likely even - come back to bite them in the butt later on no matter how badly it seemed to need to be yelled said at the time!


Just sayin'.


Sigh ...



Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Rodents hate the rain too!



Roger takes refuge again.








A guys gotta do what a guys gotta do.


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Monday, February 21, 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Should have been called my AWAKE study!

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So yeah, the sleep study.  The room was like a nice hotel room, everything was done in muted tones, the tech assigned to me was incredibly professional and the whole thing was done in such a way to be almost soothing, geared toward making everything as smooth as possible to allow you to relax and and be able to progress toward a restful night's sleep.


FAT CHANCE!!!


Not me, but you get the idea
I knew there would be wires.  Let me see if I can remember.  There were two wires attached to each leg.  A wire on each side of my neck, one under my chin, one on my chin, one on either side of my face at the outside of my eyes.  There was one wire behind each ear, and five attached to my scalp.  Then of course there was the cannula that went into my nose with the tubing tucked around each ear.  Oh wait - there was a belt wrapped tightly around my chest with wires coming from that, and one around my waist with wires there too.  


All the wires were brought around behind me and fastened together and plugged into a little box which went into a cable that went into some place that allowed my tech, Oscar, to tell whether or not my eyes were open or closed or whether my right foot twitched or my left.  He could tell if I was dreaming or if I was only on the edge of sleep.  


In total there were over twenty wires, some of them stuck to my scalp with gumball sized wads of gooey gluey stuff.  Wait!  There was also one wire on the front of my chest and one on my back.  Make that over 22 wires.  So, I didn't sleep much.  I never felt I was able get comfortable or turn as much as I usually do.  I must have slept some but I don't think it was much.  I showered and left, came home and slept for 6 hours.  


And I'm still picking adhesive off my skin and goobers of glue out of my hair.  Still .. I'm curious to see what the results will show. 


**Edited to add - the photo of the tile - that was the bathroom floor.  I liked it, and thought I mentioned it in my post.  Apparently not, so it appeared to be a random photo of tile stuck into the post for no reason.  And I did that after I had gotten sleep!  Sigh ...


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More later

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Just got home from my sleep study.





Will tell you about it after I get some real sleep!


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Wednesday, February 16, 2011

My kitty can be a lolcat too!

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I give you .. Norah!






I shouldn't make fun, she could have a real problem.

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Monday, February 14, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

I heart Blogger's spam detector

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There are things people deal with when writing or reading blogs.  I mean, when I first started blogging I broke my blog and had to beg somebody to look at my template to find what I did.  Or how about when you comment on someones blog and accidentally do it twice?  Argh-h.  Usually if someone does that on my blog, I delete the duplicates because it just seems like the nice thing to do.  I have run into problems posting photos - and made myself crazy trying to get one photo the right size and orientation. 


But one big thing about blogging are the spam bots and the trolls and comments left to obviously send a reader to some other site, most likely dangerous in some way.  People resort to comment moderation and word verification.  Yuk.  But I totally understand because sometimes I use it myself. 


 Now though, Blogger has come out with their own spam filter.  I suppose it could have been there for a year and I didn't notice it, but when I did I was thrilled!  I turned word verification off and since then, bots have tried but failed to post comments.  I take that back, I think one got through in like - a month.  You can see published comments as well as quarantined ones, and mark something "not spam" to let it through.  So far though, I have not seen any accidentally marked as spam.  


It's about time, don't ya think?  I mean, really!

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Oh say can I cry, by the TV's soft glo-o-w-w ..

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Watching TV yesterday before the Superbowl - yes, I watched it if you call having it on in the background while my nose was firmly planted in my laptop - I came upon the tribute to Ronald Reagan on what would have been his 100th birthday.  Nancy was there, all old and frail - yet surprisingly strong of voice.  The part I came in on was at the end and next thing I knew I was a blubbering idiot.


The ingredients to create that slobbery soup?  Start with Lee Greenwood singing Proud to be an American (song gets me every. single. time.) in front of a huge screen showing slides of Reagan from throughout his political life.  At the end there was a flyover which always gets me too, but this one had a camera in one of the cockpits and as soon as they passed one of the pilots showed on the screen saying something like "from all the members of the U.S. military on board the U.S.S. Ronald Reagan .." SOB .. (picture OH ROB..) he continued with something about birthday wishes for "Mr. President" and then he saluted.  That was it, I was done.


Everything was out to get me yesterday.  Well except maybe when that National Anthem was sung.  And I'm not even talking about the flubbed lines!  Just seems like the National Anthem (capitalized) should be one of those songs that is sung straight, not jazzercised.  Just my opinion.  So what gets you?  What tugs those heart strings and makes you well up and sniffle in spite of your cool self?


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Maxine Monday


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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Sometimes I just don't think things through.

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Remember that other blog (which one??) I started at the end of last year?  The one I used WordPress for?  Ugh.  I wasn't concerned about only having one, sometimes two readers.  But honestly, I felt like I couldn't breathe over there!  I felt stifled, I couldn't .. MESS WITH ANYTHING!  


So when you're frustrated in a situation like that, what do you do?  Sit back and think about the best options.  Is there a way to move the content?  Is there a way to export the template .. how would you work it out?  And once you had a plan, you would work away until you had the new site just the way you wanted it before you put something up on the old site saying I'VE MOVED .. or find another way to redirect traffic.


You wouldn't just delete the offending blog, would you?


Then I guess you're not me.  


I Know, Right has moved.  To Blogger, where I can mess with stuff.

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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Kids in the snow



Once the sun came out - the kids had to go outside!





I never said they were young kids!

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

. . . and so it begins.




Checking my chicks - one is safe at home with her fiance and pup, but the other is not home yet.  Will only be happy once all are accounted for.


**Okay, children accounted for.  Hunkering down.

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Are you allowed to be an individual?



When you work in a small office room, you need to make what little space you have yours.  At least I do.  There are other positions in the company I work for where people have smaller spaces and are allowed a 12" x 12" space to "personalize" their desk.  Literally.  I don't know about you, but my personality doesn't fit into a 12" x 12" space.  Seriously.  So far my office roommate and I have managed to hide away where we aren't noticed or regulated much.  I mean, I imagine facilities would get upset if we burned incense and brought in a cook stove.  But we can hang what we what, we have a little fridge and a microwave, an electric tea kettle and a Christmas tree when it's the season.  And thank God we have a door we can close and we can even lock.
  


Where do you work?  
And do you have a bit of freedom or is your workplace very regimented?  


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