Maxine Monday

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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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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 ...

Rodents hate the rain too!

Roger takes refuge again.

A guys gotta do what a guys gotta do.


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Maxine Monday

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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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Maxine Monday

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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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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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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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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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. . . and so it begins.

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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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