You are blue. You are somewhat innocent, in the fact that your genius only extends to the physical world. You have a false sense of contentness. You are usually the quiet one, the genius. Everyone can count on you to help when they have problems, but you only fall short of being able to solve your own.

What inner color are you?

Quiz by Shirono

• 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.
• WEEKEND!!!