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Good Morning, Kittens.   There is one thing about this time of year that I really, really like: The evenings have begun to cool, so I can sleep with my windows open and a fan blowing.  I *heart* sleeping in a cold room.   Of course, there is one thing about this time of year that I really, really dislike: Getting out of bed in a cold room when it is DARK outside.  *ugh*  So hard to get out of the bed.  So very, very hard.   This morning, I sat down and made a list of Personal Goals for September.  Several of the goals are to help position myself for obtaining a better, more-fulfilling, less clusterfuckery-filled job.  And, the others are simply home improvement, life-improving, life-simplifying goals ...   They are:   1. ISO 150001 (Energy Management Systems): research, write white paper, investigate certification 2. LEED Green Associate: prepare for and pass exam 3. Writing: take time (at least 30 minutes to 1 each day) to be creative 4. Reboot (ha! pun! sort of!) Army 1...

Good morning, kittens!   I hope everyone managed to survive the torrential downpour and destructive winds of Hurricane Irene.  My building fared well, only losing power for a couple of hours.  Fortunately, I had evacuated to Staunton, VA for a small family reunion.   I left early on Saturday morning, picking up the rental car around 9:30 and driving the approximately three hours to Staunton.  And, may I just say that driving is friggin' boooooorrrrring?  OMG.  I thought I might die.  I made a couple of stops along the way.  Once to pick up some coffee in Front Royal ... where the dress code at the local Starbucks is either (a) Prostitute or (b) Bible-reader.  Interesting dichotomy.   Once safely in Staunton, I tried to check into the hotel, but the rooms weren't ready.  So, I drove to my uncle and aunt's house.  We chatted.  Ate a bit.  Drank a bit.  And, members of the extended family gradually wandered in.   Around 3PM, we decided to play a round of Death Croqu...

Good Morning, Kittens!   As you probably have noticed, I survived the Great East Coast (*cough* DC - the Rest of You Are Just Earthquake Wannabes *cough*) Earthquake .  So. Much. Fun.   It all started around 1:50PM.  I heard all this rumbling and my first thought was "What are those clowns upstairs doing now?"  Then, there was shaking.  And, my co-worker ran to the doorframe between our offices (totally bogarting it, btw).  And, she's all "Earthquake!"  And, I was all " EARTHQUAKE?!?! "  And, my Geico Gecko Pez Dispenser crashed to the floor. And, then, the shaking stopped (it lasted about 20 seconds, I guess), and we were both like "We're grabbing our shit and getting the hell out of here."   We were halfway down the hall when the evacuation alarm sounded.   So, we got to hang out in the sunshine for about an hour while our maintenance guys checked out the building.  No damage. This happened in June . And this happened sometim...

Good morning, Kittens!   My weekend plans certainly went all gang aft a'gley'ed, but -in the end- everything worked out OK.   Friday, my hair appointment took longer than I thought, so -even though I looked SuperCute ( see? )- I was unable to meet up with C.  So, I ate a very late dinner, blobbed for a bit and went to bed.   Saturday, I was totally uninspired to do anything.  I did do a little house-cleaning and organizing, but not nearly enough to make a dent in the Official Disaster Area which is Casa de VUBOQ.  Around 5:30PM, Eric from Baltimore came down.  Along with Tomokito, the three of us had dinner at El Golfo.  Spinach Enchiladas!  Sangria!  Nomz.   Then, we took Tomokito back home and headed to SCGB's Birthday BBQ.  C was supposed to come, but he had forgotten that he promised to help a friend move.  And that took longer than he thought.  Oh, well.  The BBQ was fun.  I was able to hang out with a bunch of friends.  We left around 10:30 or so.  I was a l...

Good morning, Kittens!   How was everyone's Thursday evening?  Mine was chock full of fun and excitement.  I finished knitting this sock .  Of course, now I have to knit another one.  *sigh*  Does it ever end?   And, I got a totally weird voicemail from A (remember him?  from last summer?).  If I could figure out how to put a recording on here, I would post it.  Although that might violate some privacy issues or something?  Anyway, it wasn't *technically* from him.  It was from one of his co-workers.  I think they were drunk.  She was all like "I'm calling to recommend A.  He's a fucking awesome person.  And you're fucking awesome.  And you two need to fucking get together."   Um.  Srsly?  What?   I think, if I were in my early 20s, I *might* have thought that was kind of sweet/cute/romantic.  But, now, I'm all like, well, srsly?  What?  If you want to date me, grow a pair and ask me the fuck out.    And, right now, it may not be likely th...

Guten Morgen, Mein Katzchen.   Here in Vutopia, we have received a passel of good news and bad news recently.  Let's start off with the good news, shall we?   First, I do not have to make the 2+ hour commute to my company's corporate HQ in Franconia-fucking-Springfield.  Apparently, the contractual issues are being worked out and my company decided I could continue to work at the client site.  Huzzah!   Second, I had my follow-up appointment with the surgeon yesterday.  And, there is no cancer!  Yay!  However ...  (and this brings us to the bad news) ...   I seem to be extraordinarily blessed in that I am the 1 in the 1 in 10 people who need a second surgery.  Joy.  I go back to the surgeon in 3 months to determine if a second surgery is necessary.  He seems to think it will be.  Oh, whoopee.    On the plus side (good news?), he said the second surgery will not be as intensive/excruciatingly painful as the first one.  Yay?  There is also a small chance that my immun...

Good morning, kittens!   Well, I am back from my weekend excursion to the Tar Heel State.  It was chock full of good times.   My flight on Friday was uneventful.  I arrived in Greensboro around 930PM, I guess.  My family picked me up and we drove back to my brother's house. We talked for a bit and I went to bed.   Saturday morning, I discovered that my mother's birthday gift had broken en route.  Gah.  Plan B was put into place.   Around noon, my friend, Isa, drove up from Durham.  We met another college friend for lunch at the Village Tavern.  $5 Martinis.  'nuff said.   Once home, my parents invited Isa to stay for dinner.  So we blobbed around the house.  And then had my mom's birthday dinner - scallops and shrimps and corn on the cob and assorted other vegetables.  After dessert, grilled peaches with ice cream, Isa left.  The rest of us played cards until after midnight.   Sunday?  Very tired.  I blobbed most of the day.  Sunday evening, we went to my b...

Good Afternoon, Kittens.   And, it's Friday.  Friday.  Yesterday was Thursday.  And I didn't do much of anything.  I did manage to pack for my trip to NC.  The entire family (all 4 of us) is gathering in Greensboro to celebrate my mother's 70th birthday.   I can't say I am all that excited about it.  I mean, it will be good to see the family; however, I am still kind of tired and achy and gross from the surgery.  I don't know how much fun I will be.  I guess we will find out.  Fingers crossed that the parents are chill in the mornings, because that is when I feel the worst.  I probably should warn them.   On the plus side, I will be having lunch on Saturday with a couple of college friends.  That will be cool.  AND, I will have some new Ralph Lauren shirts waiting for me.  Yay for having a brother in his employ.    And, that's about it.  My flight is at 745 tonight.  Everyone send Clear Skies thoughts around that time.    Have a great weekend!  I...

Good morning, Kittens.   I think I may have overdone it yesterday, because today is Super Owie.  I was awake from about midnight to 4AM this morning (and decided to sleep in and be late to work).   Yesterday, one of my co-workers brought in his 3-year-old.  Ugh.  I could only take so much of the Wiggles.  So, I got some stuff together and did some walk through inspections throughout the building.  Lots of walking.  Lots of stairs.  Possibly a mistake.  On the plus side, I did find this sign .   I actually started to feel bad towards the end of the day and left work around 4.   Went home.  Took a nap.  Did some laundry.  Cancelled my "The Help" date with C. Went to bed.   Tonight, when I get home, I have to pack for my weekend trip to NC.  Fun.   and, that's about it. Have a great day. *smooches*

Good morning, kittens. Yesterday I received a call at work from the Brooklyn DA's office. Apparently (1) there is a new ADA handling my assault & robbery case and (2) the Grand Jury indicted the kid who I testified against (way back in, what?, April? Early May?). Thanks for letting me know ... Of course, I suppose I could have called. So, now they want to subpoena my phone records (again) and needed to verify the phone number of the phone which was stolen. My guess is that there will be some sort of plea bargain. I really don't want to go back up there for the sole purpose of testifying in another trial. Not much else going on. C came over last night for a quick minute. We have been taking it slow since my surgery, so it was good to see him. I think we are going to see "The Help" tonight after work. I am wondering if I should invite him to go away for the Labor Day weekend or not. I want to. But maybe it's too soon for a mini-break, because as Bridget ...

Good morning, kittens.   Not much going on here, I'm afraid.  Yesterday at work was productive and relatively uneventful.  After work, I metro'ed to Cheverly, where I picked up M's car.  I then drove to the pottery studio where I picked up 4 pieces of bisqueware (I will glaze them next session) and a glazed, lidded casserole .  I am mostly pleased with how it's turned out.  The lid is a little concave (because I didn't wait long enough to trim it) and there are some minor glaze issues.  But, overall, it is chock full of Yayz!   I got home around 7.  Made dinner.   Had some pink champagne.  Knitted for a little while.  And, then, went to bed.   Good times.   Have a great day! *smooches*

Good morning, Kittens! Well, this weekend was certainly an interesting one. After receiving the shock of the Great Sunflower Massacre of 2011, I spent most of the weekend either on the sofa or in the bed. Two of my favorite places to be, actually. On Saturday, I watched Harry Potter 1-4 on DVD. I finished the body of my seamless sweater, but lack the proper needles to begin the sleeves. I think, because of the number of stitches required, knitting on circular needles will be difficult. So, I need to purchase some #11 dpns. Yay. Instead of working on the sleeves, I decided to turn the heel on my first tweedy brown sock. I used the Zimmerman German Heel. It was actually easy (once I figured out that "knit up" = "pick up and knit"). This is where I am so far: Saturday evening, I showered (!) and ventured upstairs for a little going away party for my neighbors who are moving to Washington state in the Fall. So sad. I really liketh them. They are so pure and go...

Good Morning, Kittens. If you're friends with me on facebook, you may have already seen this, but I'm going to share it again anyway. Yesterday, after working (nearly) a full day (!) and deciding to walk home from the metro station (mistake!), this is what I saw (or didn't see, actually): Where have all the sunflowers gone? Apparently, our yardguy got a little carried away and -in addition to trimming all our hedges (which look very nice now)- he mistook my over 6-foot tall just-starting-to-bud sunflower plants as some sort of vicious weed. A vicious weed that had been planted from seed in a very, neat (well, neat-ish) line and carefully tended to (well, sort of carefully tended to) all Summer long. Needless to say, I was very upset. I was really looking forward to seeing them bloom. I had almost given up hope that they would, but a few days ago, I noticed they were starting to bud. Well, as they say, no use crying over slaughtered sunflowers. At least I got a photo of o...

Good Afternoon, Kittens!   It's Over-sharing Day in Vutopia ...   As you may recall, I recently (last Friday!) had outpatient surgery in which there was lots of scraping, cauterizing, soldering, slicing, dicing, and pulverizing in and around my Nether Regions.  Since that time, I participate every morning (and sometimes in the evening) in a fun activity that I like to call "Pooping While Screaming (PWS)."   Think Gollum ... It burnsssss.  It burnssss us.   So, this morning, I got up for my Morning Constitutional (PWS) and afterwards thought, "Hey.  That wasn't too bad.  Maybe I'm healing."   But about 15-20 minutes later, I felt a familiar urge. And the second time around?  Not really all that pleasant.  However, a soothing little sitz bath  (look!  You're learning a new term!) later and all was well.  Yay!   Until about 15 minutes later, when someone had to go again.  AND, OMFG THE MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!  OW OW OW OW OW OW OW!   and OW....

"Good" Morning, Kittens! I am still in Recuperationville from my outpatient surgical experience on Friday. And, like, ow. At least the Percocet Happy Pills seem to be working ... Although I really don't want to go into the whys and wheres and howtos and whatfors and whatevers about the procedure, the surgeon spent a good 30-45 minutes (I'm guessing) scraping, cutting, slicing, dicing, pulverizing, and then cauterizing my nether region. Yep. I had ass-tic surgery. Joy. I should have asked for a butt-lift while he was down there (hindsight. It is 20/20, yo!). Anyway, the recovery process is tedious. And painful. And messy. And long, like 3 weeks long. Ugh. Today is my last day of not working though. I am going to try to straggle into the office tomorrow. So, what does a VUBOQ do when he is at home, on drugs, and not whimpering from painful pooping sessions? He shops. My brother notified my of an extra 25% off sale at Ralph Lauren Dot Com. With his employee ...