Random Things

Things that are *not* at my uncle's where I am house-sitting.

1. Food (Seriously, they have a number of ingredients, but it's going to take all of my creativity to make stone soup.)
2. Caffeinated coffee. (I found ONE packet of sampler type caffeinated coffee in the freezer.)
3. Milk (I've been putting whipped cream in my coffee and waiting for it to melt.)
4. Sponges (While making the aforementioned coffee, I put the pot in wrong and spilled coffee all over the counter, but there's no way to wipe it up so I've been squeegie-ing it off the counter with the side of my hand.)

Things that make me happy.

1. It's sunny.
2. I got a manicure and my nails look like shiny pink jelly beans :-)

Things that make me sad.

1. Even though it's sunny, it's also raining, AT THE SAME TIME!
2. This -->It's sad


I am deeply saddened by this, not the least because it reminds me that every day, the lives of my coworkers and people that I care about are in danger. I realize that, broadly speaking, this is true for everyone, but it doesn't help that there's a segment of the population out there that hates me so much because of where I work that they would be happy to gun me down in the street, at work, or at my place of worship (if I had one.) The most disgusting part of this to me is that this man was at church, a place of safety and forgiveness, when this tragedy occurred, and that within hours (probably minutes) the anti-choice fringe has been lauding this as an act of God, laughing about it, and generally ridiculing the suffering of the people that were close to this man. I have to say, today is a day that I am not proud to be part of a country where Freedom of Speech is allowed, if only because it allows people like this to spread their vicious, hurtful blather.

RIP Dr. Tiller

*Whew*

So I had an interview last week for a position in admin upstairs. And I freaked out about it for a few days and then kind of forgot. Now I have another interview for the same position, and I'm freaking out again.

That's pretty much it.

Holy crap

I forgot I had a blog.

Oops.

I have new orchids, and Prince put out a new album, and I'm joyeously welcoming La Latina Princessa back into my life. And the Princess of Ireland is having a baby. And I'll cross post something here and on Ugly Laugh.

La Latina Princessa: Can you help me sort these encounter forms?
B-Caz Princess: D00d, I already sorted a bunch of these today.
La Latina Princessa: Do you know how many encounter forms I have to go through a day? This many! *flips me off*
Dos Princessas: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Cross Posted

From uglylaugh.blogspot.com, the work blog.

me: i need to find a good fish place
Angie: i want affection
me: i want a pony
wow
that was kind of dick, huh>?
Angie: LOL
me: zomg ugly laugh
i'm putting it up

As you can see, healthcare is a caring place to work. :-P

Stolen

From an old friend whose blog I found on facebook, who hasn't actually accepted my friend request yet, so I won't bother saying who it is. Apparently he got it in an email from his boss.

One sunny day in 2009 an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush." The Marine looked at the man and said, "Sir, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here." The old man said, 'Okay' and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush." The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Bush is no longer president and no longer resides here." The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same U. S. Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President Bush." The Marine, somewhat agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mr. Bush. I've told you already that Mr. Bush is no longer the president and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?" The old man looked at the Marine and said, "Oh, I understand. I just love hearing it."

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow."


I can't wait for inauguration day. Seriously. I don't necessarily think that come the day after we're all going to wake up with better lives, more job security, more money in the bank, better schools, better access to healthcare, any of the things that we on the left leaning side are hoping for in the next four years. But I definitely think it's worth it to continue celebrating and patting ourselves on the back just a little. Think about it, this time four years ago how many of us were seriously starting to think about emigrating? And how many of us were just stuck, staring in open-mouthed awe at the rest of the country that we could no longer believe we were part of? I know that since the new year I've been in a little funk, of sorts, but remembering that in a few short weeks G.W. will be gone, never to return, brightens my funky days just a little bit.

I think I have a problem

That I realized this morning. I was on the train, fully caffeinated from my brand spanking new Disney Princess coffee cup set that I got for Christmas from the Princess of Ireland, listening to Prince on my ipod and reading my new, super awesome Prince unauthorized biography. And it hit me, I have a Prince problem. I refer to small items as Prince sized, when I get drunk I rock out to Purple Rain, and I think I'm going to baptize my firstborn in the waters of Lake Minnatonka, wherever that may be. And, to top it all off, I'm actually upset that I don't know where Lake Minnatonka is. Varez? Help here?

I don't want to change the world

I'm just looking for a New England. Or at least, to get out of New England.

Seriously, it's 12 degrees outside, and I'm getting ready for work. And it's going to be like this for the rest of the winter. Cuz that's what happens in New England. And we all forget, every year, that it's going to happen again. And then we're like goldfish with really, really long attention spans. "Holy crap, it's cold out. Holy crap, it's cold out. Holy crap, it's cold out." Oh and the talks we get to have about the weather then. "Hey Billy-Bob (or more rightly, Janet or Steve, this is New England, not Kentucky) remember that big storm we had is aught-one? (People in New England say 'aught' I don't know why.)" "Yeah, I remember, there was like a foot and a half on the ground!"

*sigh* Stupid weather.