I haven't posted in a bit -- haven't felt the desire to do so lately.
However, I did want to throw in a link to an internet-wide appeal for
donations for victims of Hurricane Katrina. Here's a site detailing
many worthy charities you can donate to:
It really doesn't matter which charity, so long as it's legit and doing
good work. I won't bother to mention who I chose, although you can
search the logs and find out if that's something you really feel the
need to know.
We got a new laptop this week. It initially hooked up to our wireless network beautifully, but then suddenly decided it didn't like us anymore and just stopped. It could see the network, but refused to connect.
I fought the damn thing for days. I shut it off & back on again more times than I can count -- because I've learned that the golden rule for anything computer-related is "when it doubt, turn it off & back on again".
Once I'd tried everything I could, I called the computer company. The guy started off telling me to shut down the wireless network. Um, but why? It's working just fine, and the other computer is connected. I had to boot Donald off his game (he did not shoot me for it, thankfully), but I did it.
BAM! Laptop connects, instantly, as soon as the network comes back up.
:::smacks head::: When in doubt, shut it ALL off!!!
I do not watch Dr Phil. While I support everyone's right to their
opinion (even strong opinions, strongly expressed), I don't care much
for the philosophy of verbally beating someone into submission. I
also don't believe that what is right for some celebrity doctor should,
by default, be what is right for me.
As many of you know, I am an advocate of breastfeeding. I am
currently very active in a Yahoo breastfeeding group and at some point
plan to do some volunteer work in support of breastfeeding and
breastfeeding moms. So, this little tidbit from Dr Phil's website was not a welcome sight.
So Dr Phil, the ultimate authority on all things, does not care for a
debate on nursing in public. He simply wants to invite moms onto
his show so that he can bring in their embarrassed friends and family
members and hold a little intervention! What a guy! I'm
sure he also believes babies are just short, bald adults who should be
given chores and responsibilities immediately after birth.
From what I understand, there were some initial comments after the
announcement of John Roberts as the Supreme Court nominee that he &
President Bush had some strange looks on their faces at times during
the announcement (I didn't notice, but then I was listening more than
In case no one has heard about it....this is the cause of their expressions (this is my first time trying a cut, hope it works!)
I wish my life was such that I could keep up with this journal
and/or turn it into a decent blog. I'm currently living
vicariously through Jo's Cafe. Thanks Jo...and I hope all my visits to your site don't cause our employer to block it!
Our house is slowly getting organized...and at the same time
slowly driving me crazy. The huge summer rains/tropical storms
have AGAIN washed away the dirt under our driveway apron. Sigh.
I find a nice glass of wine (or two...) very calming. Of
course, I don't drink the sort of wine many would call "good", but hey,
I like it. My current two favorites are white merlot (from the
same folks who brought you white zinfandel....it's got considerably
more flavor than most WZs) and white sangria.
Target now sells white sangria in a box. I nearly bought a
"four-bottle" box today, but managed to regain my sanity before the box
made it to my shopping cart.
Thomas is a big fan of Tom & Jerry. I figure shows like
that didn't warp our brains TOO badly :) And hey, it's far better
than Teletubbies! At least with Tom & Jerry I can sit down
with Thomas and explain it. I'd like to meet the person who can
successfully explain anything about four fat colored things living in a
dirt hut eating smiley face toast and pink custard.
Then again, if you think that's bad....try watching Boobah.
I suppose it makes sense if you are two....or have indulged in a
significant amount of intoxicating substances. Given that I am an
expensive drunk and too goody-two-shoes to have managed any other
intoxicating substances, I figure I'd have to be two steps from death
to understand it....
Sunday is my 10-year anniversary with my employer (a southern
financial institution which shall remain unpronounceable). My
manager chose to observe the occasion in our team meeting on
Wednesday, by simply announcing it and handing over a box containing my
certificate and "pick a thank you gift" brochure. I found it
rather underwhelming. One would think that in this age where
people switch jobs at the drop of a hat, a 10-year anniversary (not
just with the same company, but in support of the same department)
would be worth something. On top of that, my 10-year certificate
in its little plastic black sleeve looks sad next to my 5-year
certificate, which is mounted under glass on a wood frame.
Unfortunately, I expected exactly what I got. On the bright side,
the gift brochure is not bad.