Just for the record, my family in Alabama is fine.  Stupid, because they stayed for Katrina, but fine.

Apparently my mother has gotten into the habit of toting herself out there for a visit every couple months now.  I think she's trying to play the good daughter, the whole "Oh, I still care about you even though everyone else has abandoned you" ( Read more... )

I'm going to shoot Death Rays out of my eyes and into the ear of my coworker...if he EVER COMES INTO WORK EVER!!!

Seriously, this man calls every single week, usually multiple times, to say any one of the following:

"My car won't start..."

"I couldn't find my wallet..."

"I remembered I'd left everything in the house when I was almost to my car..."

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So we got a dog.  He's huge (a Great Pyrenees, big as a full grown lab and only 8 months old) and white and the cutest thing in the world, and his name is Cotton.

Of course, he's only vaguely housebroken and it's driving Mike up a wall--despite the rational thought that, ahem, he's eight months old.  Of course he's going to have some issues, ( Read more... )

Mike and I pulled into the parking lot of Vic and Barb's around 7:30 p.m., when everything else in Berkeley Springs had already shut down for reasons unknown to mortal men. Vic and Barb's was different, though, special. It was a truck stop, and truckers have different schedules than the typical small town folk. They like to eat at wild, heathen ( Read more... )

1. Three names you go by:


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I have no idea how things like this happen, but all at once, my entire family has made their way up to West Virginia to magically visit with me.

First was BIGI--Big Impatient Grandma Irene--with whom I used to live on the farm in Alabama.  She's really more like a mom to me than my actual mom (who is her daughter), and it was fantastic to see her ( Read more... )

I so totally have birthday-itis.  I am such a self-centered little brat when July 21 rolls around every year, and I wish I could stop.  But I can't.  My childhood programmed it into me.

You see, when I was little, summer was the "everybody get together and have a GIANT PARTY OF DOOM" time.  My grandparents had a little farm in Texas with an ( Read more... )

Grandma's going to be here next Tuesday to visit with me and celebrate my birthday and whatnot.  And I've gained my weight back.  Not anything I haven't weighed before, but nothing I'm proud of, either.  So I'm busy starving myself this week to prepare for her visit.

Also yesterday I apparently ripped my shoulder out of the socket pulling weeds.  ( Read more... )

Our company has four staffing people. One went on vacation. One went to pick up our boss from the hospital. I have to cover the front desk while the receptionist is at lunch. Our last guy is in an interview with two people. And has an interview waiting in the lobby. And has another gentleman waiting in the lobby with a social services form to ( Read more... )

I love people.  Like, really really.  I can't imagine having a desk job where all you do is add numbers all day long (though...I like math, too, so that might make me happy after all...) and never, ever even see another human being until the whistle blows at the end of the day.  How depressing.

That said, I didn't realize that I apparently only ( Read more... )