My life has been out of control the past week; so again…forgive the lateness.
“LRB-reading women to 40! Save money on your new subscription by becoming the lover of a 38-year-old man who has already signed up for next year. I’m only thinking of you. Box no. 4207.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
I just received a call from my sister telling me that the first words Rowen spoke upon waking up this morning were “AUNT BECKY!”
She is just the greatest thing in the WORLD.
Well, it finally happened. I’m actually surprised it took this long. My first Ipod finally died a horrible, horrible, black gunk filled nasty death. Friday evening, on my way to the Greensboro, NC airport, I noticed that there was some funny black gunk on the ipod charger end of my car charger, and it turned out the scary black goo was coming from INSIDE my Ipod. It also gave me a VERY scary battery message; one I’d never seen before. When I tried plugging it in at home using a regular charger, it recognized that it was charging, and Itunes also recognized it as being plugged in. But when unplugged, it lost full charge within five minutes.
I took my sad, sad Ipod to the Apple store today, and was informed that Apple could do nothing to help me, save a 10% discount on purchasing a new one. Turns out the battery had corroded, and had damaged the input jack, which in turn they cannot fix. I took them up on their recycling program and traded up to a bigger and better model.
Meet Panzer:
Panzer is my new 80 gig baby. Hopefully the same “death by black goo” fate will not befall my precious precious love.
A day late, but it’s my blog, people. Suck it up and deal.
“Mimi, 64, WLTM man whose first name is composed entirely of Roman numeral letters. You must also have a degree in advanced mathematics and be very well endowed. Box no. 2486.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
I recently (within the last couple of weeks) started seeing someone we shall refer to here as Last Call. LC and I happened to be out with his friends last night at a local bar, and as it approached midnight I started getting sleepy (as anyone who has ever been out with me past the hour of 9pm knows full well). LC had sent me a text message around 10 pm that I didn’t notice until 11:30, and I returned it stating I was sleepy and was looking forward to couple time in the near future. LC replied, stating let’s wait until after last call, which happens to be 1 am in Delaware (or, if we wanted to, we could head into MD, where last call is 2 am!).
It was at that point I knew the end was drawing near, and LC’s time had come. On the way back to LC’s house, I let him know I didn’t think we were such a good fit, and he stated that was fair enough. He asked for further clarification and I stated I wasn’t real fond of being placed second to beer. He didn’t have anything much to say after that. But all in all, it didn’t really end badly.
I’m not really sure there’s a “lesson learned” here at all, other than we weren’t a good fit and it made for an entertaining story. And I did find out when last call is in DE, which I hadn’t known before. So that’s something.
Yesterday, I happened to be hanging out up in my company’s PA office. And when I say “hanging out” take that to mean numerous teleconferences and file review. All in all, a good time was had by everyone involved. I stopped by a friend’s cube to chat, and while in the midst of conversation, overheard “Oh, THERE you are! I’d recognize that body anywhere!” directed at me.
I about died, then about died LAUGHING when I realized who’d spoken. It was my project assistant, Pam, who is a very lovely, very stylish grandmother. It took Pam a second to realize why I was laughing so hard, and she tried to explain that it was because I’m so TALL, and then backtracked to say “but you do have quite a lovely figure…” and it went downhill from there.
Dined with The Fuzz tonight, at which time he presented me with my birthday gifts, wrapped as pictured below:
Isn’t it just the classiest? And inside…tater goodness.
This past Sunday was my birthday. This past weekend was awesome, if for no other reason than I packed the following people I adore into three short days:
I also received the best birthday presents EVER and am up three birthday cakes.
It was a really good weekend.
Other people’s bitterness is funny! For example:
“I only enjoy this paper when I’m drunk. Teetotal male, 41. sober since his first (and last) direct-debit installment three months ago (I’ve had tattoos and shotgun marriages I’ve regretted less). Box no. 8200.” From They Call Me Naughty Lola
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