So, even though we said that we needed to have the dress by Labor Day, no exceptions, it turns out that I actually won't get it til Wednesday. I drove down to Casa de Renfaire today to pick up the corset and try on the jacket lining--and it's actually probably for the best that he didn't have the whole thing made, since the jacket's measurements need to be tweaked a little bit. He's going to finish it Tuesday and overnight it to me, and hopefully, that'll be that. If not, well, he's got a day and a half to fix it. Yeah...not exactly fun, huh?
The corset, though, is done and in my possession. The navy blue fabric that I chose looks absolutely gorgeous. I can't wait to see the rest.
Yeah, I'll share pictures as soon as I get them. I just hope that Brett's mom won't be too freaked out that I'll need her to lace up the corset... :)
On Thursday, I went out at lunch to buy an aisle runner to set up on the volleyball court at the wedding site--we're not having chairs, but we want to have some sort of aisle to walk down.
While I was in line--the *long* line, surprisingly so for a Thursday afternoon--I got to talking to a woman in front of me, who greeted my reply of 'we're not planning on having kids' with a poleaxed look. What is it about marriage that automatically means children? That's not the case, not for a lot of people I know.
And *then*, when I was checking out, the girl behind the counter asked me, "Is this for a friend?" When I said, rather mildly, that it was for me, I got another one of those strange looks. You know the type, the 'YOU'RE getting married?!?' looks. What, fat girls can't get married? People who don't fit the blond, ultra-thin, drop-dead gorgeous mold aren't allowed to fall in love, get married, and be happy?
I'm still not really sure which of those irritated me more.
I have a couple of essay things pending, that I may actually get posted before the big vacation starts on the 8th, but for right now, I have a couple of observations.
- Why is it that the day goes soooo slooooowly on days like today? I mean, it's only my last day at work for three weeks... :)
- Why is it that there was email waiting for me from our most demanding, most clingy customer this morning? I'm going to end up spending my entire day babysitting this. Arrg. But if these guys think that I'm giving them my cell phone number while I'm gone? You know, I had a graphic sort of suggestion here that I think I'll just not put in. Never mind. Just think of something suitably nasty all on your own. :)
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Update: But it's payday!
Okay, so, we've spent the better part of at least two years, probably three years, beating the 'please document your fucking tickets' concept into a couple of people's heads, and it's worked, for the most part, with every person save one.
I continually tell her to put better information into her tickets, but it never happens. And now, she's out of the office, and I've been asked to look over her stuff before I go on my own vacation. The whole documentation thing is biting me in the ass here--in some of these tickets, there is just *nothing* to go on. 'Dial in and download files for troubleshoot.' Okay, but, um, what files? WHAT FILES? What the hell are you looking at here? Unfortunately, there are a few like that, and all of those? They're so old that contacting the client now would just kill me. I don't need more tickets less than a day and a half before I leave for three weeks.
Cripes.
Is it time for vacation yet?
*phone rings*
"Vitalnet support, this is Liz."
"Hi, Elizabeth, this is Colin calling from the San Jose Sharks. I was just calling to let you know about our 10-game Shark Pack of tickets for this season."
"Oh, er, I'm a season ticket holder, but thanks!"
"Oh. Uh, well, thanks, and hopefully we'll see you at a few games this season."
I'm just too amused by this. :)
Yeah, that would be the primal scream of frustration.
That would be me, irritated at development, who persists in asking 'is this a large customer?' when contracts mean exactly jack shit to us (what, is this one of the questions we have to ask when troubleshooting now?), and when every client problem *should* be treated as something that could potentially happen to everyone. Granted, we do see a lot of corner cases, but that doesn't necessarily mean that one client's problem isn't *ever* going to be experienced by another client. That's just stupid.
That would be me, frustrated beyond belief at the lack of comprehension from people in building five. I don't get it. Does my email somehow just completely mangle itself as it moves between buildings? Does my voice mutate over the phone lines until I sound like some demented devil telling people to kill their children, drink their blood, and sacrifice their bodies to some nameless deity? No? Then someone please tell me why I say something simple like 'No, THAT is not the problem, THIS is the problem,' and it still ends up misunderstood? I've explained two separate situations to two separate engineers FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES. And they're STILL not getting it. *AND*, they're on my case about not giving them status updates to the questions they've asked, even though I repeatedly point out that the questions they've asked are completely unrelated to the problem.
I mean, when they can't tell me why they want a piece of information, or can't tell me how that piece of information relates to the problem? Somehow, I don't think I'm the issue here.
So looking forward to vacation. So do not want to attend the bug meeting today, because I know how pissed off it will make me.
I swear, one of these days, one of these assholes is going to make a felon out of me.
Raar.
:)
I keep meaning to make a post, to find something, *anything* to write about, but I always end up without anything to say. I'm sure most people who read this don't care much about wedding plans, and I feel like I talk about that way too much anyway...
Work is work. Looking forward to vacation, even with all it means.
In other words...life goes on as normal. That's actually a good thing, I think.
Sad, though, how I feel like I have to make a post to say that I don't really feel like I have anything to say. :)
Bah, so much for virtue, seriously. I'm sitting here at work, just starting to follow up on some of my tickets, and close others (two so far today, woohoo), when my email stops responding.
And it's only THEN that I remember the email from the network folks--they're doing maintenance on our mail server this weekend.
#@)!(^&)!*&
So, now, I'm leaving voicemail for a few clients, making a list of the ones I have to follow up with, and after that? Well, I guess I'll be off today. So much for my grand plans of really banging through my open tickets this weekend. Ah well. :)
And on another just absolutely unrelated note, can anyone in the area recommend a salon where I might get my eyebrows waxed? (See? Told you it was unrelated.)
You know, I find it supremely annoying when one of my co-workers starts talking smack about his wife. Leaving aside the whole sexist thing, *and* the whole sweeping generalization thing (oh, she's 'just a woman')...
I just sit here and listen the way he says the words 'my wife.' He never says it with any sort of love or affection at all, he always sneers it. I mean, I can hear the disgust in his expression. Why get married in the first place?
That's just representative of how he generally talks about her, and it's really disturbing. Even worse is that most of the boys over there all needle him about it, which prompts him to blow his stack that much more often.
I don't even know the woman, and I feel bad for her. If he's like this to her face? It's a wonder she doesn't kick his ass out. But, then again, it could just be a culture thing, and she may be happy with him in spite of/because of that.
Sigh. :)
I've been working on this thing for weeks now. This is one of the assignments I was given by my sponsors for the Blogathon.
First up, the list that Klae requested: 100 things that make me smile.
And believe me, this was way freaking harder than I thought it was going to be. :) (Classified as an essay because it's not exactly babble, really.)
1. The wallet-sized picture of my grandparents, which is in a frame, on my desk at work.
2. The set of mood icons that Leon switched to on Livejournal.
3. Any Sinfest comic which includes Percival and Pooch.
4. Tomato Nation, because Sars has an advice column that is flat out awesome (examples: 'I mean, will you wake up and smell the Jerry Springer?' (last letter), and 'What kind of SORRY-ASS FUCKSTICK greets the news that he's having a daughter by STORMING OUT AND LEAVING HIS PREGNANT WIFE TO GET A CAB?' (last letter)), and she writes some incredibly funny, very insightful, and generally kick-ass stuff.
5. When I get to tell development that something really IS their problem after all, not mine, thank you very much.
6. Any song by the Moody Blues, when it comes on the radio (which is rare, for some reason).
7. My car. Yeah yeah, I know it probably sounds silly, but I love that car. I love the way it drives, I love how quiet it is, the color...most especially the color. I just really love my car. :)
8. Our menagerie of critters.
9. And the stores where we've bought said menagerie of critters.
10. Opening the door to my apartment when I've come home from work, or after a long trip. Just that feeling of home.
11. The thought of how far I've come since I was in high school.
12. Hockey!
13. Basketball.
14. Almost every time I remember I retired from my admin spot on PernMUSH.
15. My mom. Specifically, talking to my mom every Sunday. It's become a ritual, and every few calls, my mom always mentions how great it is that we're such good friends. (Mind you, that makes me smile, *and* it makes me all teary-eyed, but it's all good.)
16. Rain storms. The bigger the better.
17. Seeing the names of my friends come up on the WHO list on Pern.
18. TiVo. I don't really need to explain that one, do I?
19. Our wedding rings, and the thought that, soon, I'll be able to wear mine every day.
20. My friend Matt, who knows me almost as well as I know myself. He just...shines, I guess, I can't really explain it better than that. I'm so blessed that he chooses to share a little of that with me.
21. My digital camera, which I don't use enough.
22. Writing. This might sound strange, but even when I write the really raw, emotional stuff, I still get a lift from it.
23. Reading back over my Blogathon posts. It's so interesting to read back over the things I was thinking throughout the course of the day.
24. College! I register for classes on the day we leave for Boston.
25. Mountains. Or, to be specific, *my* mountains, the ones I grew up surrounded by in Salt Lake City.
26. The beach.
27. This comic from Something Positive, pointed out to me by Yashira on PernMUSH. I snickered a lot. :)
28. The pictures I took of our mini family reunion to Toronto in 2001.
29. A memory, from the trip mentioned above. My cousin Emily, who is very much the snotty and angsty pre-teen (gee, like I was), looking at the Martyr card from the Guillotine deck and professing, "I don't like her!" My mother, laughing as she's walking away, and me, left to shrug and say, "Grown ups."
30. User Friendly.
31. Luann, which I've been reading since I was probably 13 or 14 years old. My nana, Mom's mom, used to clip ones she thought were particularly funny, and send them to me.
32. Every time I say something stupid that makes someone laugh.
33. Live CDs where the crowd is singing so loudly that you can hear them through the microphones.
34. My LiveJournal friends list. Even when it pisses me off, it makes me smile. :)
35. The daily chatter in the Farviewer Chamber.
36. Listening to Hemal and Jole (co-workers) give each other shit.
37. Giving Hemal and Jole shit.
38. Occasionally, I'll get a friendly client rather than a pissy client, and that typically makes me smile.
39. Clients who have a sense of humor. ("Okay! I'll try to go break something else now!")
40. The abject look of horror on the development manager's face when he looks at how big the bug list is. Why does this make me smile? It's kind of a 'HA, take that' kind of thing, y'know? :)
41. Go Fish. Found this blog when I was doing the Blogathon thing. She's since changed her layout a little bit, but she still makes me laugh--especially the tag lines. Mine says, right now, 'I like 'em big, round, and juicy.'
42. Mmm. Togo's #24.
43. Mmmmmmm. Coldstone.
44. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Henry Weinhard's Black Cherry Cream.
45. 7th Sea, which I'm really jonesing to play, after watching Pirates of the Caribbean.
46. Shadowrun, which I haven't played for years, but really love.
47. Journey on my radio, woohoo.
48. A song by Greg Kihn called 'Remember.' I'm not really sure why, either, I just love the guitar work.
49. Good, fun RP.
50. bash.org. Most of the time. :)
51. The Chronicles of George.
52. Krispy Kreme. Dammit.
53. My lucky bamboo plant, on my desk at work. It's growing rather well.
54. The good luck red dragon from Basic Brown Bear Factory. They're usually green, the dragons, but this one was made the last time the Year of the Dragon rolled around--he's all red and orange and stuff.
55. My bug! Brett won a stuffed animal that looks like some sort of stuffed centipede for me, while we were at the Boardwalk in Santa Cruz. He hates it. I love it. :)
56. Yay, Two Towers soundtrack!
57. Fry's, but more for the software and music/DVD section rather than for the TOYS section. :) Of course, the smile is fleeting, because most of the people they staff there seem to be rather, um, hm. Intelligence challenged?
58. The picture I have on my desk, my mom and her sisters, taken back in 1996. Everyone who sees that wonders if those are *my* sisters. All four of them love hearing that.
59. The piece of artwork that's in the guest bathroom--Klae, you know the one I'm talking about.
60. Every time I look at a piece of jewelry that I've made. I love that feeling of accomplishment.
61. Shopping for more beads! :)
62. The TLC show While You Were Out.
63. My friends. I'm sure this goes without saying. :)
64. One of the comics that I have printed out hanging in my cube. PC & Pixel, shows a guy with his elbow propped up on the arm of his chair, staring at his monitor. The monitor says: 'System resources are low. Please close all programs you are not using...Come to think of it--just close all the *@$% programs, turn off all the lights and close the door behind you on the way out.' The caption: 'When computers are having a bad day...'
65. Another comic I printed out years ago, back in 1997. Mother Goose and Grimm. Grimm (I think) is flying along, his tail working furiously, and the first two frames show him with this big shit-eating grin: 'Just keep thinking happy thoughts!' The third frame pans out a little: 'Just keep thinking happy...' Fourth frame: 'THUD!' Grimm is spread-eagled against the nose of the airplane. Doh! :)
66. Hearing Brian talk about his baby.
67. Hearing Vicki talk about her kids.
68. The thought that I don't have to have children if I don't want to, even though I like hearing about other people's kids. ;)
69. You know, I was going to put something at this number here, but I decided not to. Yeah yeah. Be quiet, you pigs. :)
70. Another picture: wallet sized, of my mom, my brother, and I, at Christmas in 2001.
71. Watercourse Way. I am so looking forward to my hour in the hot tub followed by a facial.
72. TC, Brett's old roommate--and mine, however briefly. If you've ever met TC, you won't have to ask why. :)
73. (Wow. This was hard early on, but now, much more so! I'm starting to repeat myself.) This'll sound strange, but...my hair. Though, I am oh so tempted to cut it all off. :)
74. Payday, especially since they only come once a month.
75. Flying in to Seattle--sooo green. Beautiful.
76. That first step outside at Mom's house, up in Washington, when you can really smell all that green, and the faintest hint of salt water.
77. The park where we're getting married. I think I'll be a fairly frequent visitor up there, it's lovely.
78. My flat panel monitor at home.
79. Dean Koontz books.
80. Coming up with new and inventive swear words (or adopting them into the lexicon). Asshat and fuckberry come to mind. :)
81. Every time Patrick Marleau's or Marco Sturm's pictures come up, when I go check the Sharks website. Yeah, blah blah. :)
82. Jimmy Buffett in concert. Okay. Jimmy Buffett in general, but wow, the man is amazing in concert, and if you like his stuff even a little bit, you'll LOVE seeing him live.
83. National Museum of the Civil War Soldier. I've never been there, but I really want to go, and DANG, that looks freaking cool.
84. The pathos plant that I have in the bathroom window, which has really thrived since being put in there. It's huge now.
85. Fark. Even when they say that Duke sucks. :)
86. Robin Williams. Course, it's not so much that he makes me *smile* but that he makes me weep with laughter, but.
87. Identifying a client's problem and providing a fix within half an hour. Go me!
88. The thought that, someday, we'll all get those 'I am hot shit' t-shirts.
89. Dry roasted peanuts. My grandpa used to eat dry roasted peanuts when he drank beer (from the can, with a pile of salt at the top of the can, that he'd lick before taking a sip).
90. Chapstick. My grandma had a picture of me, at four years old, standing up on something and leaning toward the mirror, looking very serious as I put chapstick on my lips. One of these days, I'll get a copy of that picture. This is also why I tend to buy the Chapstick brand more often than anything else. (And, you know, that tub o'Carmex is just not the same.)
91. The sparkly Swarovski Eeyore that I bought myself not long ago. A luxury, when we're budgeting and planning for a wedding, but... :)
92. Which, really, leads to the fact that spending money makes me smile. Bad, maybe, but true.
93. The thought of going to Boston again, and hopefully, getting to play tourist some more.
94. White roses, star lilies, and getting flowers.
95. The way my porch looked when I'd just planted a whole bunch of annuals in pots.
96. The look of absolute pleasure on someone's face they open a gift I've given them, and I find out that it was the perfect thing.
97. The breadmaker we got for our first wedding gift, even if I haven't been able to use it.
98. A glass vase my mom gave me--a red/orange/yellow piece that used to belong to my grandma.
99. My blog template.
100. Brett. I'm sure this needs no explanation.
It's a crappy picture, but if you want to see what the rings look like... click this link.
:)
So, this morning, I went to a new dentist. I thought it would be something easy--the temporary crown I have on the lower right side is loose, can you please replace it today, I'm getting married in a few weeks and I really don't want it to pop off while I'm gone. Simple, right?
But no. Instead, as for all new patients, it's a full exam and full set of x-rays, even though they already had the full set of x-rays from my original dentist. Those were deemed too old to use.
So, he poked and prodded and looked at the x-rays, and actually, except for the two problems that Dr. Hanson didn't fix, there's nothing wrong with my mouth. Yay. Unfortunately, the two problems that Dr. Hanson didn't fix involve a permanent crown for the tooth that's got a temporary, and another crown for a tooth I have yet to get the root canal done for. Owie, those are expensive.
The dentist works out a treatment plan with me, all that good stuff, all's well. Mind you, even though I asked, he doesn't replace the temporary crown. Monday Issue Number One.
Then comes the finance lady. In spite of the fact that I have dental insurance, they're going to require that I make payment in full up front, to the tune of about $4750. No, they can't bill my insurance first, and no, I can't make payments. One lump sum before any work is done. Monday Issue Number Two.
So, the dentist gave me a referral to an endo to get the last of the root canals done. I called the endo to make an appointment, and--hey, guess what, they won't bill the insurance first, either. They'll be happy to take my payment in full, and have the insurance send *me* a check, but they will not see me without a payment, which ranges anywhere from $950 to $1150. Monday Issue Number Three.
Just as I'm getting ready to rant about this here--I mean, come on, I have insurance, what the fuck is up with a) the 'let's assream the patient for every bit of money we possibly can,' and b) what the fuck is up with the 'your total for treatment will be $4750, would you like to pay for that with credit card, or a check?' I don't get that--Jole (a co-worker) comes up to me and informs me that, distracted while waving to another co-worker who was leaving, he has backed into my car. Monday Issue Number Four.
Damage? Minimal, seriously. Maybe a two inch bit of the bumper on the back right that's scuffed. Maybe not even worth painting over, unless he's scraped to the metal, and don't these Camrys have plastic bumpers anyway? But seriously, holy crap. Is the universe against me today?
I think it's time to go home with some chocolate ice cream, a movie, and a book that's going to make me all weepy, just so I can get it out of my damn system, already.
(Anyone else borrow library books that taught how to program BASIC? And one of the things you could make was this big X that was made out of HI HO? Oy.)
So, it is almost 3pm, and I have been at work for about two hours so far. And why am I at work on Sunday? Well, that'd be because I've got 70 open cases right now, and two weeks before I go on vacation (so I want to at least touch them all, and provide a running spreadsheet with the most current status), plus ticket reviews that I was *supposed* to do Friday, but my body said 'whee, let's raise the temperature!' Plus, it's actually really nice to come in here on a weekend when it's quiet, and all the people who ask stupid questions aren't here to ask those stupid questions to distract me, as they are almost every other day. (And no, if you're reading this, then I'm almost certainly not talking about you. :)
I'm actually kind of pleased, because I'm not as behind as I thought.
But, random note. First off, it's really creepy when you're *in the bathroom* and someone reaches in a hand to flick off the light. ARG.
It's also great for the adrenaline when one of the maintenance guys, who doesn't anticipate anyone else being here, walks into the fishbowl to see why the lights are still on, spots you, and screams--which makes *you* scream. On the amusing side, you still can't determine who screamed louder.
Oh! Just a side note. Mad props to Mark and Graham, who are both just too awesome for words. Woo.
Two things that have annoyed me this morning:
1. One of the DJs I heard on the radio this morning, saying very disdainfully that Scott Peterson's defense team was "*reaaaaaaaaaaaally* grasping at straws." Okay, you know what? Maybe he did kill his wife, I wouldn't be surprised to hear it, but he's not on trial yet, now is he? Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Jesus.
2. Freaking morons who go to a 7-11, where the sign on the door says how the cashier doesn't have more than $50 in cash, and still drop a one hundred dollar bill on the counter to pay for their two dollar coffee and a donut. You want someone to give you change for your $100? Go to a fucking grocery store. Don't stand there *in front of me* and proceed to piss, whine, and moan to the cashier for a full five minutes, making me late to work when, hello, the sign says he doesn't have that much cash (why would you argue something like that anyway), and he has the right to refuse you service. Which he's doing. So get the hell out of my way, because you're standing in the way of me and my caffeine.
Arg. :)
Disclaimer: I am totally not casting stones here. I have a big butt, I know that. But my mind does strange things to me sometimes.
Today, I have a Togo's sandwich for lunch. Yeah, those of you who know me know which one it is, too. But wow, one of the girls behind the counter...
She was standing with her back to me, and all of a sudden, all I could see was her backside, wearing those store uniform, cream colored polyester pants that look shitty on everyone, and the mother of all backside camel toes--pants were tight enough to see the panty line, you see, and oh my god, the panties were a'creepin.
The only thing I could think, after seeing this, was, "My god, that girl has a big-ass ass."
And then, my brain dissected that thought, and I felt like an idiot--all my powers of vocabulary had failed me. Big-ass ass. Sheesh.
And *then*, I had another thought:
I am SO going to hell.
Normally, I don't post about politics, for a lot of reasons. I'm a very anti-conflict oriented sort of person--if it's going to cause arguments and strife, I don't want to be a part of it. Thus, if you flame me in comments, I'm going to have to hurt you. I'm only expressing an opinion, and an admittedly not-very-informed one. Okay? :)
So why, do you ask, am I posting this one? Well, I'll tell you.
I, for one, am really pissed off that this recall is happening in the first place. Not because I don't think that Davis is a shitty governor, but because it's costing me money. It's making my formerly cheap college education, one of the biggest benefits to staying in the state of California, not so cheap anymore. It's making my car registration triple--and man, is that ass-reaming going to hurt come January when I have to register a car that will just barely be a year old.
But, the recall is a reality. There were more than enough signatures on the initiative to pass it--rather overwhelmingly so. That's democracy in action, if you ask me. If people are allowed to realize that they made a really serious mistake, and they're allowed to take measures to *fix* that mistake, that's a good thing, isn't it? That's one of the things that sets the US apart from other countries, I thought.
Why, then, are there democrats (like the Democratic presidential hopefuls) who are saying that this is an attack on the very fundamentals of our government? Why, then, does Davis say shit like this: Davis, a Democrat, called the recall ``an insult to the 8 million people who went to the polls last November and made a decision that I should be governor" (source: this article from the Mercury News).
An insult to the people who voted last November. Hm. I don't think so. Some policy-maker somewhere must have recognized the need for a recall type of situation. How is this an insult, if people are exercising a right given to them by the government in the first place? (No, not getting into a 'the government is too big/too small' thing right now!) How is this an attack on the fundamentals of our government?
Bah. Grow up, asshats. Go away, Davis. You've whined so much about this that I'm going to turn up at the polls on October 7th and put in my vote to kick your ass out of office, just so that I don't have to listen to the bullshit anymore. Who'm I going to vote for? Who cares. Anyone but you.
Over the weekend, while also obtaining the latest (and last) Centennial Bear from Build A Bear workshop, we took a quick swing by Sam Goody to get music. Not the wisest of choices, I guess--wow, they're really expensive. But, Brett wanted the Pirates of the Caribbean soundtrack (which is excellent, by the way), and on the way out, I picked up the latest Kiss Alive CD (Alive IV), from Melbourne, Australia--yay, impulse buy.
It's a two CD set, split up into three acts. The first CD has Act 1, just the band by themselves, and act 2, the band with the Melbourne Symphony Ensemble. Act 3 is with the entire Melbourne Symphony.
So, this morning, I picked the CD up and popped it in the car on the way to work. I have a pretty short commute, even when I stop at the grocery store first, so I only got to listen to three songs: Lick It Up, Psycho Circus, and Beth.
(Here's the part where my friend Steve calls me a heathen! Read on.)
I noticed it first, sort of, when I was listening to Lick It Up, then it became glaringly apparent during Psycho Circus--or shall I say Pthyco Thircuth? Holy shit, I thought, Paul Stanley sings like a fag who's got a serious problem with lots of steam escaping. I couldn't even appreciate the song, the lisp was just so...so OUT THERE.
I mean, really. I don't even think I can listen to the rest of it, it was just so...wow. I stopped concentrating on how the music sounded, and just waited for the next time he hit an 'S' sound. Bad. Bad me. :) I'm still shaking my head over it, though. I'll have to talk to Steve, see whether he noticed it. Course, if he didn't, I may well ruin it for him...heh. Poor guy. :)
Beth was the only song of the three that I heard any symphony accompaniment to. It sounds really cool that way, unsurprisingly, but again, I have a complaint with the voice. I've always known that Peter Criss doesn't have the voice that Stanley or Gene Simmons does, but it's really apparent when he tries to sing this very heartfelt power ballad and sounds...um. Squeaky? I mean, really, I know he wrote it and all, but if you're going to sing a love song...
I'll withhold judgment until I get to hear the rest, I suppose, but I just had to point this out. :)
Posted on the 'Just Write About It' ezine, my latest essay, about having gray hair, and my mom finding out about it.
Our rings came today! They're gorgeous, I think--not quite the exact same thing that we saw at the booth, but they'll definitely do.
All that's left is the dress. :)
We sort of fell off the net there for a little while--and though it's not really a long and sordid story, let's just say that we're now sporting a new DSL provider (who won't prohibit us from running a server), and the DNS changes have started to filter through. Yay! We're back now.
Now, I have to remember all the stuff that I wanted to post about during the outage. I could've posted, we had local access, but... :)
