Friday, July 10, 2009

Borrowing this post...

from Lin. I'm not feeling very creative or insightful to come up with my own topic. Could be my old age setting in. Or laziness. Either way, enjoy!

Outside my window... I currently do not have a window. I'm all holed up in this here cave, working a night shift. Do you *see* any windows? Yeah.
I am thinking... that I can't wait to get outside. It's been about 11 hours since I've seen the outside of this building because there are no windows.
I am thankful for... a good job, even if there are no windows in the room I have to sit in shift after shift, 12 hours at a time, with no way to gaze outside.
From the kitchen... there are also no windows. It is directly off the control room (the picture I posted above) and is the designated area for me to burn popcorn once a week.
I am wearing... a pretty heavy sweat jacket. Because it's summer. And it is freezing in the cave that I sit in which has no windows.
I am creating... a blog post about not having windows to look out while at work.
I am going... to go look at the blueprints for our company's new building that is currently under construction to see if there will be any windows.
I am reading... Fehrenheit 451. I have no clever window reference here. Damn.
I am hoping... I'm not even going to say it. You already know what I'm hoping for after I look at those blue prints.
I am hearing... well it certainly isn't birds or a breeze or the sprinklers that could be on right now because there are no windows for me to open to give the wonderful world of the outdoors a listen.
Around the house... there are windows. And when I get home I am going to covet every single one of them, water spots and all.
One of my favorite things... window seats. I love to curl up with a good book and read in a window seat. A seat that has a window. That you can look out of from time to freakin' time.
A few plans for the rest of the week... going out to celebrate my birthday in a restaurant that has windows. Will be getting there by car which also has windows. Then I'm going to a concert which will be held outdoors and I WON'T NEED ANY STINKIN' WINDOWS.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

A Birthday Serenade

by the invisible man (sometimes referred to as my husband) and our little musical prodigy. Happy Birthday to me!


video

Monday, July 6, 2009

Twitterer....Tweeter.....Twit

Are you one?

I LOVE technology and the world wide web and all that it has brought to my incredibly mundane life. But I don't get Twitter. I mean, I get Twitter. I know about it. I understand it. It doesn't seem incredibly difficult to learn. But I don't *get* it.

Does anybody really care what I'm doing every 3 or 4 hours? Or 30 minutes? Really? I would be pretty presumptuous to think ANYBODY would care about my tweets. Or twitters. Or twitterings. And how many different ways are there to say that? For the people I know that might actually care what I may be up to at any given moment of the day, they can just look over and see me. Yeah. My fan base is *that* big.

The hard part about not joining is that I feel like I'm missing out on something. Yes, I'm that nosey. I need to know what's going on in my friends' lives even though I don't think they would give 2 cents to know what is going on in my life.

Here is what I envision my tweets would look like (assuming the Twitter identity of cheripryor...how original):


cheripryor: Just waking up to the alarm. I don't even have to work today. I forgot to turn it off. 8 hours ago

cheripryor: Munching down on some toast and drinking my coffee. 7 hours ago

cheripryor: Picking up dog poop so hubby can mow the lawn. 6 hours 30 minutes ago

cheripryor: Not feeling so fresh. Off to shower! 6 hours ago

cheripryor: Lunch was fab! Leftover pizza. 4 hours ago

cheripryor: on my way to get some ice cream. yum! 3 hours 30 minutes ago

cheripryor: stupid jerk just cut me off going in the door to Baskin Robbins! 3 hours 25 minutes ago

cheripryor: omg! That jerk smells like HE needs a shower. Pee-eeewww! 3 hours 22 minutes ago

cheripryor: Pralines and Cream or Birthday Cake? 3 hours 20 minutes ago

cheripryor: I ended up getting 2 scoops of each made in to a large sundae! 3 hours 15 minutes ago

cheripryor: Ugh! Stomach is feeling so horrible! What did I eat? 3 hours ago

cheripryor: Just finished up in the bathroom. What a wreck. No more dairy! 2 hours 50 minutes ago

cheripryor: Had a nap....watching some law and order now. 55 minutes ago

cheripryor: just twittering away and keeping tabs on all my peeps. 35 minutes ago

cheripryor: Just updated my blog! 3 minutes ago


And that, my friends, is exactly how exciting my normal day is. Wow. I know, right? You can't WAIT for me to join so you can follow my every. single. move(ment).

I certainly do not begrudge any one of tweeting. Or twittering. Or becoming a twit. To each his own. I will say this: I said the same thing about Facebook. I wasn't going to join. I resisted joining for a long time....until all my chat board peeps went there and I couldn't find them anywhere else. Then I was hooked.

I also said the same thing about blogging.

And, well, you know that story.

And if I join Twitter it will no doubt lead to more time spent Flocking with my widgets so I can keep up with all my peeps on Facebook, MySpace, Bebo, Twitter, Flickr, and Digg. And if you understand all of that, you spend entirely too much time on the computer. With me.

So let's just text each other, okay?

Saturday, July 4, 2009

We lost something at our house yesterday....

It was devastating. Well, at least to the individual who lost it. There was a frantic phone call, LOTS of tears and sup-sups (does anybody but me and my brother know what a sup-sup is? Ask me if you really want to know), more slightly-less frantic phone calls, apologies, a few calm phone calls with more tears and apologies.

But it is lost. For good. Forever. My daughter's perfect driving record of 3 months. Gone. Poof.

It was a wonderful thing before it got lost. Careful mirror checks, lots of blinker action, beautiful lane changes, stunning merge maneuvers and speed limit obedience. Beautiful, people. A wonderfully careful pile of driving perfection.

And in one split second it was gone. *poof!*

The good news in all of this is that nobody was injured, including the other driver's big, massive hunk of iron worthy of a small role in Mad Max: Beyond Thunderdome. My daughter's car received slightly more damage purely due to size comparison with the iron mass. But it is all cosmetic. All the pieces are still there and the parts still function properly with no additional efforts needed.

And how do you think my daughter is feeling about her perfect little car now that it is in desperate need of cosmetic surgery? Remember the frantic phone call full of tears and sup sups? Yeah. She's 17, people. Her car just lost about 27-1/2 "cool-factor" points because it has a blemish. A scar. A reminder of what was lost yesterday.

The worst part of the whole situation is that she took the car without calling and asking permission. Why is that a big deal? Because she doesn't have her LICENSE yet. She is driving around with a permit. But she did have a licensed driver WITH her, so she won't be in trouble for that. It was that whole "not asking" thing. I didn't give her too much grief about it. She's suffering the consequences of it already. In the form of that huge blemish on the car.

Oh. Wait. Maybe that isn't the worst part. It was her fault.

Yeah. That would be it.

So if any of you happen to see my daughter's perfect driving record floating around the universe somewhere, with this happy face attached to it, could you please just pop that sucker in some time machine and send it back to July 3, 2009 at 1:00 p.m Pacific time? I think you could ask Napoleon Dynamite where his Uncle Rico purchased his fabulous piece of equipment and take care of it that way.

happy driver

Or we could all just wear black next week and mourn her loss with her.


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Hope your 4th of July was a happy one! I'm laying in bed as I type this post, with my alarm set for 4:15 a.m. (yes, a.m.) for work tomorrow, hoping all the fan fare will die down soon so I can get to sleep. Yeah. That's gonna happen. It's only been dark enough to shoot the fireworks for about 1/2 hour. And it's Saturday. And given the scary neighborhood across the highway from me has been setting off illegal bottle rockets since 6:30 p.m. I suspect it may be sometime closer to July 5th before I get to sleep.

I may need a quadruple venti coffee-something-or-other tomorrow. It's already screaming "long day".
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