Posted on 01/29/2009 6:58:27 AM PST by Newster
You can SAY you’re tired, but pleeze-o-pleeze don’t fall asleep at the keyboard!!
I don’t know wh at yyouuu meannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
GAH!!
It’s too LATE!!!!!!
You’re gonna FREEEEEEZE!!
zzzz...? Hnh? Naw, it’s global warming, don’cha know?
So how are you today?
*yawn*
As long as your feets are warm.
Eh.
It’s one of those where I’ve been better and I’ve been worse.
And you?
My feets is warm zzzz...
Warm feetz?
Ohdang. Good thing you don’t live with me. I have the coldest feetz in the history of mankind. At least among the living.
Booking the trip to Finland is an... interesting... exercise. But I think it might turn out to be fun, for all it's going to be mind-numbingly intense work. A Swedish co-worker will be with me; our first meeting didn't go so very well but after chatting with him yesterday I realized that when we first met he was horribly jet-lagged.
Had my annual review with my new boss, who essentially was passing on review comments from my old boss (who moved up and sideways on the corporate ladder) and my new boss' boss (who vacated the position my old boss went to), and my boss' boss' boss who used to be my boss' boss. Got all that? Neither do I. *\;-)
Review was best I'd ever had. Even a raise, however small -- a LOT of folks (including my boss, boss' boss, boss's boss' boss, repeat lather and rinse) aren't getting them except for job changes. And my future in this organization looks bright as they begin to realize the value to them in my doing the things I enjoy -- you know, sitting on committees. *\8^P
(I volunteered to join another one today, a Joint Working Group under the purview of the International Standards Organization! Aiiieeeeee...)
But the youngest sionnsareen (who is now a FReeper) is not feeling well. Send up a prayer for her, would you?
I like cold feetz. On LoM. (She doesn’t like that.) Warm is not good for me — mine need to be cool.
I’ll send a bunch of prayers for the youngest sionnsareen. She needs to get well!
I have always had to apologize (I thought) for cold feetz. But some days, life is good and I hear, “I like it when your feet are cold!”
Oh. And I'm packed for my next trip, departing tomorrow. No flying, just driving to OR for a half-hour speaking engagement plus hob-nobbing. Returning Friday afternoon.
Gee.
Tomorrow, I’ll be escorting my friend’s little elderly mother to get her ears re-pierced so she can look pretty for her trip to Colorado Springs, to meet her newest great-grandaughter.
I’m also loaning her my roll-on.
They will be gone two nights, so why should they pack the farm?
Did they pack the farm? Well, learning what you need and don’t need to pack comes with experience. On my earlier trips I packed a LOT of non-essentials, but these days I have my travel kits always ready to go.
Oma would have packed the farm if I hadn’t talked to her. I told her my roll-on was enough for both her and her son, and that if she couldn’t fit the stuff she wanted in it, she didn’t need it.
She’s cool. She trusts me.
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BWAHA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA!
Oma??? Dutch, Scottish?
*ahem*
Black Irish from Boston.
;o]
Hm. The name is wider spread than I knew.
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