It feels like this place hasn't seen any action in a veritable month. Pushing aside the cobwebs for a moment, I mean, the last time we talked it was still snowing and Leab was still blogging too. But now it's in the 70's, Leab has the audacity to make an appearance to tell me off for not writing, and I'm at a totally satisfying new gig (read: one where I don't have time to blog in the middle of the day). Seriously. How great was that job where I had so much free time I could actually *blog* from work everyday? Ha ha ha, yeah, not so much. I was so bored out of my mind I've never done so much reading in my entire life. Ah yes, those were the days.
So, um.... Hey. What's up?
I'm gonna keep this kinda short so I can hit the sack early. Turns out I'm actually gonna have to work tomorrow... you know, as opposed to all the "meetings" and web surfing I've been up to at this new job for the past week. Even with the impending "real" work in my very near future, let me just say I *love* my new job. Love, love, love it like a kitten on cat-nip (and I'm not just saying that cuz my boss reads this blog, which he totally does). No seriously. I'm probably the luckiest person ever. I mean, I get PAID to surf the web - you know, cuz I'm all doing research 'n stuff. Heh. In the interest of not getting pegged with tomatoes the next time I see anyone I know for being so god damned happy all the freagin' time, we'll just expand on all this later.
The job. It is good.
(I'm also learning how to play nice with my tripped out Mac G5 - WHICH, I've named Zoe - but that's totally another post for another day. Steve Jobs, you have some work to do if you're gonna convince me of anything.)
I think I have to go lie down now. This blogging thing is making me feel kinda awkward, just like when I was in the 7th grade with a perm, braces, and gangly limbs all trying not to stare at Kyle Fisher over differential equations in math class.
*blushes*
Vacation's over. Let's celebrate!
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If we had a daughter (which we didn't) I wanted to name her Zoe. But my wife thought that would predestine that our daughter would be weird. Which I thought she would likely be anyway.
Whatever. We had a boy. And you have a computer named Zoe. I should name my iMac. No, that's weird.
Welcome back.
I haven't heard the name Kyle Fisher in quite a few years...
Weird shmeird, name away! It might be the only thing keeping you from throwing it out the window when it misbehaves.
(The computer, not the kid.)
I like the name Seth too. Very ancient Egyptian.
Um, yeah. Kyle Fisher. I totally can't believe I just wrote that about him. Remember when you used to crank call him for me? Ha ha ha, such geeks.
7th grade PERM?! I gotta get a hold of a pic of that for my blogging goodness!!LOL
K, just realized my name link on previous comment is wrong, typo. oops, www.jendrews.blogspot.com, is where you'll find permed hair goodness soon!!!
You're back! woohoo!!! *great big hugs*
Jen, no one here is interested in my permed hair! Why would you want to release that on the world? Why? WHY?!!! I'm pretty sure Paul's photo archives should be free and clear of all evidence of "The Perm".
Thank God.
much prefer the posting to non-posting action around here. :) congrats on the new job!
Welcome back.
I'm voting for posting a pictures of the perm. We all need a good laugh.
I'm thinking that I now have primal need to see the M with the Shirley Temple perm.
Or maybe the picture in my brain is better....