fredlet

[via Kramer]

Police
Raids Over Jolie-Pitt Baby Shower – TMZ.com: “TMZ has learned the FBI and
Massachusetts authorities raided a Westfield, Mass. home Tuesday night and
seized photos of a baby shower held by Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.”

Because, clearly, the FBI and other authorities need to protect Namibian pictures of a baby shower because the girl is hott.
Obviously, we should be focusing on this rather than radical Islamic sects plowing planes in to large populations.
I really hope this is a joke.
Really.

Please don’t let the U.S. be THIS fucking useless and stupid…

I’m not enjoying my cat getting old…

Ye gods.
What a silly day already.
I managed to delude myself what time it was this morning (an hour earlier than I thought it was…at least it was an hour in my favor) and then negated and karmic bonus that I might have earned by getting to work early-ish by leaving my badge at home in the purse that I shifted out of this weekend.
Leaving my badge wasn’t so bad, but add to the equation the fact that the key to my office is on it and you have some fun going on.
Whatever.
This wouldn’t have happened except that I was having purse cravings and tried to avoid spending money on a new one by shifting to one of my other ones that I just haven’t used in a while.
Changing purses is always fraught with peril because of the nooks and crannies that vary from bag to bag. Inevitably, you miss moving something over or you don’t have room for something vital. (and all of you who don’t carry a purse are not allowed to lord over me the fact you don’t carry one. You lost that privilege each time you ask me to put [insert name of item here] in my purse while we were out.)
Sigh.
Well, Merc Rx silliness has begun for me. It doesn’t properly begin until the 4th of July but I’m getting it all now.
One last thing, new fantastic phrase via L.A. The Sage, “kitty stigmata” from giving her cat a bath.
Hee.

Hitler cats!

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[via Greg]

I remember things my family said to me when I was little about my behavior.
I remember, quite vivdly, how my heart felt when I first fell in love
and equally vividly how it shattered into bits when it broke.
I remember the fear and panic when I was laid off.
I can tell you at length about the pain that doubled me over at the
fury I felt at my ex-husband’s incessant lying.
I don’t know why it is, but I sometimes have to fight to continue on
with life that isn’t completely bitter, fearful or paranoid.
(well, somewhat paranoid. I don’t trust anyone anymore, but I can live
with that.)

I’m in that fight for normality right now, so if you will pardon the
radio silence a bit more, I’ll be back again soon-ish.

Sometimes about the news reports that tout how much some causes or prevents cancer/heart disease/leprosy/insert-name-of-ickiness-here in mice whether we are learning things that can help us or merely learning about how to keep mice very, very healthy.

I’m sitting on my exercise ball chair (see an image by googling Gaiam Balance Ball chair) listing to Schoolhouse Rock (Lolly Lolly Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here) bouncing on my chair, head bobbing a la Barenaked Ladies “Pinch Me” and singing along and designing UI for the application we are launching.

Little things amuse me.

I think I need a vacation (this is not a new sentiment) given that my last actual vacation (my definition of vacation is traveling on vacation pay and having a job to come back to for more than one day on either side of a weekend), by my calculations, was 2002.
My next planned vacation is next June (yes, 2007) when I want to try a section of the AT.
We’ll see how that works out.
I’m almost geared up for it, I still need a sleeping bag, but I’m not actually that rushed on that count.
Two reasons: 1. I’m not sleeping outdoors anytime in the forseeable future (but if I do, I’ll get a bag) and 2. My iPod just took a duck in the face at 250 knots. I didn’t know they put the sad Mac icon in the iPod. I’m simultaneously charmed by that and freaked out at the distinct lack of music here at work.
I think its still under warranty so we’ll see how they handle things.
I don’t really feel like shelling out another 3 bills on anything right now.
Well, I have an appointment at the Apple Store tonight to handle that I’ll keep you posted (if it goes badly, you’ll hear the shrieking from there.)
Anyhoo, I went on a veggie binge last night. All those veggies I bought last Thursday were festering in my fridge and I knew that if I didn’t eat them soon they would be another casualty.
So, last night’s dinner was 5 baby bok choy, an artichoke of epic proportions and a bunch of mushrooms sauteed in butter and wine. Lots of butter and garlic mayo on the side.
Very Atkins and I didn’t wake up this morning feeliong like my skin was about to split open (I think I might be eating too much sodium).
Still walking about 5-10 miles a week at work depending on the meeting schedule I have. Its not easy yet, but I seem to recall that it wasn’t easy until about 5 months into my last serious walking foray a year or two ago. Haven’t noticed much in the way of clothes fitting differently…yet. I think I’m at the point where I think it might be my imagination, but it might be actual changes. We’ll know in a couple of weeks.

to even chide the xtians about their superstitious freakitude over the date.

So yesterday was a wash.
I went to work and eeped everytime my back tweaked if I moved wrong (the only thing that I can think of that messed me up was sleeping on the floor at the MBA and that pain skips a day…) and I wasn’t feeling terribly awake even after super-coffee a la fredlet.
So I went home after doing due diligence at work (skipped my daily walk with the ladies), laid in a virtuous amount of veggies (they finally had some baby bok choy in stock (YUM) at the store) and went home to relax.
I ended up going to sleep at about 3 in the afternoon and getting up briefly to eat something and drink stuff then went back to bed.
Nothing like a 15 hour nap to perk yourself right up.
I must have been sick. I basically fall into a coma when I get flu or something like that.
Though as I was driving home earlier apparently I was using Flu Logic(TM) to try to figure out why I felt so craptacular.
Irrational Fear #342 in the fredlet manual lists the “what if I am giving birth and I don’t even know I am pregnant?” fear.
Several years ago I saw a daytime talk show about a lady who didn’t know she was pregnant and her back hurt one day and it turned out to be back labor.
Then, presto! Insta baby.
Her husband was on the show, too and he just said that he thought that she had gained some weight but he didn’t want to say anything about it so he wouldn’t hurt her feelings.
Even more recently, some lady in England thought that she had eaten something dodgy and then went home early from the Friday night pub run(!) only to give birth.
So you can imagine my lowered resistance to irrational fears when I’m sick letting stuff like that run rampant around my head.
So far, no baby, but I’ll keep you posted if I suddenly spawn.
NOTE: Babies are NOT part of my life plan. Just FYI.
In other news, its June now. You might have noticed.
Kramer says things will start getting better now.
That’s always nice to hear.
Walking at lunch every day is kind of nice as well. We average around 2 1/2 miles. I made a To Do list in my Treo to list a set of items to in 2006 (and steadfastly have refused to call it a resolution list) and one of the items is “walk 5-10 miles per week”.
Not counting the weekend outings with Tex to the Bay Area hiking trails, I manage about 10 miles pretty easily.
Happy.
Another happy is that I FINALLY found some hiking boots that fit me.
Most women’s hiking boots are too narrow for my boxy little feet. Mom and I used to joke about buying shoes that we would buy the shoes in the box and then throw the shoes away and wear the boxes instead. So I found that Merrell makes a shoe small enough in their men’s line in a mid height that is fantastic, also, in something non-characteristic of my shopping habits, it isn’t the most expensive shoe they make.
Weird, but I’ll take the bumps where I get them.
Tra-la-la!