um... editors?

ok. best part of my day by far.
I have to submit some advertising for a car wash we're hosting as a fund raiser for the "AKTION" Club. The "AKTION" club is a service group thru work that I help to run- hosted in part by the local Kiwanis Club...

So, I like to use the interwebs.. and tried to submit my little blurb via the online version of our community newspaper. ("community newspaper" to be a topic for another day)
I clicked on the tab... and was brought to an error page.

and I just sat and giggled.

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giggled at the spelling and grammar... and wished I worked for a newspaper too.

(insert nelson laugh here)

So, I'm driving.
I do that.
And I'm listening to some tunes.
I do that.
And I'm trying to turn up the music.
Cause I like that sometimes.
And my volume dial has been broken for years.
Cause I'm cheap.
So I'm spinning the volume dial, trying so hard to get it right.
And then I realize.

I'm listening to the ipod.

1,100 (are you sick of me now?)

welly well well, what do we have here? A blog-o-versary?

What better thing to do on a Blog-o-versary than to talk about not talking about something!

My eyes are weary.

Speaking of eyes, I just got an alien joke sent to me, and I laughed very very hard. I will have to post it here at some point.

Speaking of eyes, you know I have a stat counter right? I've mentioned my Stat-obsession before. Yes, that means I know when you're reading this at work (ha ha, maybe even where you work). That means I know where you are. That means I know how often you visit, or how you got here. Even who provides your internet connection.

The walls have eyes... moo wa ha ha ha ha.

there's a key for every lock

You know how sometimes in life things just aren't so great? Not as organized as you'd like (take my bedroom for one) or doesn't fit into the box you wish it would fit into?
It's when that happens that I'm always glad for the constants.
The things that I can take for granted because they don't change. The things I can be overly confidant in.
One of those is that there is a key in a "hidden" place for when I lock myself out. (Anyone who's been to my place is laughing right now.... it's hidden so well)
I can go on walks without my keys, I can go on bike rides in pants with no pockets... all because I have a key in a safe place waiting for me when I return.

Tonight I left the house without my purse... who wants to walk by themselves with a purse in the dark around town? NOT I! As I shut the door, I glanced casually in the direction of where the key lays in wait and thought to myself (and I distinctly remember thinking this tonight) "I'm so glad that I'm organized in at least one part of my life... I don't have to carry my keys with me."
With that thought, I shut the door and bounded off down the stairs.

Fast forward a few hours.

Wearily climbing the stairs to the house, patting myself on the back yet again for the preparedness of my being.... (I was, after all, a girl guide for nearly my entire adolescence) I reached for the key.
And remembered dropping it into my purse when I came home earlier.
The purse inside the house.

ooooh!!!!

goodie!

(cause... you know... I say "goodie" a lot)


Last night, I ordered my t-shirt from that band I'm in....
I know you're jealous.



ALSO***********
today is my dad's birthday!!!!!! Happy Birthday peaches ;)

in droves

funny, can't find something for forever, then they come flying at you in droves!

So, I got an email this week from the original person I'd contacted about the Flemish giants... not the German Shepherd ones. It said, "contacting the people on my waiting list, I have one doe, and one buck, light grey in colour, 7 weeks old, let me know right away" that was two days ago. SOOOO, of course, I hmmm and hawwwed for about 12 hours, then replied... "YES please" and gave both my phone numbers.
Turns out my answering machine, though it's plugged in, isn't recording messages (going to go buy a battery today to fix that issue... hopefully).
I haven't heard anything, haven't received an email... 7 weeks for a Flemy means it's going to be the same size if not bigger... than Fynn Fynn.

The phone rang just a few minutes ago... the German shepherd lady has 3 brown babies, cheaper price, and 5 weeks old.

I asked that I be given till tomorrow to decide...

eek.

good thing I'm taking that this year...

This afternoon my co-worker turned to me and said, "I'm not trained to use the Snoozlen room". To which I just looked at him... wondering where in the world he was going with that.
He didn't answer right away, so I turned back to the computer where I was trying to find our now missing attendance records... (how did they erase that???).
"For tomorrow... I'm not trained for the snoozlen room to take Harvey."

I'm still confused... and just watching him isn't getting me anywhere... "did you want me to sign you up for training?"

"no.. for tomorrow.. I'm not trained to take him"

I'm still lost, so I bite... "what are you talking about?"

"Well, I'm covering your shift for you tomorrow, and Harvey's signed up to go to the snoozlen room.. what should I do?"

I'm still confused. I didn't ask to take tomorrow off.. did I? Why would I take a random Thursday off? Why is he now insisting that I asked him to work for me? I mutter a bit... I've taken to muttering since no one listens to me anyway. I ask him when I asked to take it off... why I asked him.. and still coming up with a blank... BUT all the shifts are covered.. I could have a day off....

Then I look a second time at the calendar- there's a workshop... I'd wanted to take it, if my shift was covered, but I hadn't done more than mention it in passing to another staff, in fact, I was the one who signed people up for it, I hadn't signed myself up because I'd never bothered to find a replacement. Second staff comes in, I tell her what's happened, remind her that she's signed up for the course... she tells me "Oh, I decided not to go" (side note:: was she going to tell me this before tomorrow's course?) I make a quick call, tell the organizers that I'm going in her place... and Bing, bang, boom... I'm in.

Did I mention it's a seminar on Alzheimer's?