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I've watched NASCAR races since I was a little girl. Dad and I used to settle in on Sunday afternoon for racing and "light leak checks". Ya know, when your eyelids close and you don't want to admit that you fell asleep - you were just doing a light-leak check. Dad's always been a Bill Elliott fan and I've been partial to the Earnhardts, which has led to some interesting discussions. I just LOVED Dale Sr.'s evil "I'm up to something" grin and the twinkle in his eye, bless him. I sorely miss that #3 going around the track.
Sunday afternoon, 2 p.m., guess where I'll be? Popping open a can of my favorite beverage* and watching my boys and listening to that crazy Darrell Waltrip yelling Boogity Boogity Boogity, whatever the hell that means. YEE HA!!Let's go #8!!!
You can take the girl outta the hills, but you'll never take the hills outta the girl ;)
lindy (who kindly helped with the details below) and cmaze in tblurt reminded me of a little story about my brother.
He was in jazz band in junior high and they worked hard to earn enough money to take a whirlwind trip to Europe. My parents even bought him a new talking camera ("too dark, use flash") and tons of film - which he used to take TONS of pictures. Not of the landmarks, or his classmates, but CARS. Teenage boys are weird. Unfortunately, the camera didn't know the phrase "hey dude, you left me on the plane."
Anyhoo, they were in Paris and he had wandered off from the group. He soon realized he was lost. He had taken 2 years of French - now was his chance to put it to good use. He collected himself, mustered up all his years of knowledge and approached a policeman. He stated quite clearly the only phrase that could come to his mind, "mon stylo est bleu" (my pen is blue). The policeman burst out laughing and helped him rejoin his class.
This is the kind of thing that other people might think stupid, but think about the beauty of it. With minimum words, my brother expressed that he was American and lost, yet was respectful and made the attempt to use the local language. Brilliant. That's my bro ;)
Snagged from JT (GO DO HER NOW.. I mean, her blog!) :oops: A. First, recommend to me (or list your favorite): 1. A movie 2. A book, and 3. A musical artist, song, or album
B. Everyone who reads this has to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.
C. Then, go to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything they want!
He could take aim at me any day! Woot! [image]almsthvn_804274937 .jpg[/image] If you have to ask who it is, you're not paying attention :) G-E-R-A-R-D B-U-T-L-E-R (swoon)
I'm so excited! I'm hugging it like it's an old friend and I do mean OLD.
*wraps shawl around shoulders, sips her tea and starts the story...
Ya see, ya young whippersnappers, when I started as a programmer all our reports were printed on Green Bar paper - ya know the huge 11x14ish stuff with alternating bars of green and beige?
Well, since there was no such thing as Fonts back then (chuckles at the thought - FONTS! Choices! What a hoot!) *clears throat* I'm sorry, where was I? Oh yes.. and there were no "tab stops" - you had to plan your output or reports manually by column number.
Yep. So you'd have a blank piece of greenbar and a special ruler. Now MY ruler is fancy. It's marked in 10, 12 AND 15 pitch (sits back waiting for the oohs and ahhhs) as well as 6 lines per inch or 8. NOW you're impressed, I can tell! So using my ruler and my blank page, I could plan out exactly which columns I needed to code in the program.
Of course, now you have Excel with it's fancy alignment, automatic this and that.. why, back in MY day we had to code everything by hand! *bangs the desk. And that's the way we LIKED IT! *shakes fist
Anyway - I'm quite happy to find my little long forgotten ruler *hugs it again and sings Mammaries Light the Corners of my Mind... Misty Water-colored Mammaries.. .of the way we were.... Oh wait. Wrong song ;)
Besides reminding me of the Archduke... I like the band Franz Ferdinand! We're in the process of having carpets replaced at the office. Which means "pack up 10 years of crap into tiny boxes and find another place to work Monday". My solution, I thought, was simple and elegant. I simply took Monday off ;) I still have to pack the mess up, but at least I won't be breathing carpet glue fumes Monday. Hmm. Ouch, Green, quit hitting me! Now I've completely forgotten what I was going to say. I really like Diet Cherry Coke. Which means I've broken all my resolutions already. Yay? Life is less complicated when you quit telling yourself "No! Bad Dog!" all the time. From where I sit, I can see 17 pictures of Katie. Do you think that's too many? How on earth do I choose which ones to put away? They're all so cute! There's also a picture of Tal and a picture of Andy, my two favorite Euros! Once I get all this stuff into boxes, how will I ever find anything again? Next week (unpacking) is gonna be WONderful. That fucking backup/server thing is giving me shit again. Die, SumBitch, die. Ooo, pizza sounds good.
Oh yeah, now I remember! Franz Ferdinand! This CD is great for running around like a maniac to. Wow, that was horrible English, even for an American. Wonder what the hell these keys are for? Awww look, our IT plans from 1991! Isn't that cute!? WHY do I keep this stuff. Ooo a menu from my favorite restaurant. Is it time to put away my Christmas mug? How about the Christmas tree at home? Nah, just have to find some place to put it, then. Wonder what I was supposed to be doing. Oh yeah, THROWING THIS AWAY, not just repacking it. MORE keys??? Sigh. Please, someone, break this monotony! I've been focusing for... 4 whole MINUTES! Hmm. The longer the stream of consciousness, the more abhorrent the task I'm trying to avoid. Tell me I did NOT just put that big magnet on top of the floppy disks. (accidently throws them in the garbage) Ooops!
Put on a happy face! Brush off the clouds and cheer up! Put on a happy face! And spread sunshine ALL over the place so PUT on a :D !!!
I cannot begin to describe the relief I feel! There's just been a WEE bit of pressure at work. The application that I support is used by TWELVE plants in my company (in short, we make plastic) - and without this software up and running, it's difficult to determine if the product being shipped out is within specs or not. So you can imagine.. a lot rides on keeping this puppy running, well fed, and happy. And it hasn't been happy, nor have the labs at the plants, for several weeks.
So, now that the rain is gone - what did I miss? Everyone doing ok?
And lest you think I've recovered from my Phantom of the Opera lustings, guess what's coming next? Beowulf!(Britt, if you're reading, go there for videos! His Deliciousness Exudes!)
Ummm Yumm... do they come any tastier than Gerry?!?!
I think not.
Well, maybe a couple of exceptions ;)
And here's a shorter-hair version of Mr. Gerard Butler. Swoon.
Why I hate cars - "Service Engine Soon" lights that come and go at random. Or when parts that aren't supposed to break go "kaboom". But I love being able to go where I want, when I want, and nothing beats doing donuts (spinning the car in circles) on an icy parking lot (the hillbilly in me coming out!)
Why I hate computers - "Program not responding". But I love being able to research any topic via the web and chat with people around the world.
Why I hate owning vs. renting - having to wait around all day for repair guys to show up and then pay them an arm and a leg - instead of just calling the landlord and coming home to the work all done. But I love not having a neighbor stomping over head and having a yard to play in.
Every day is a gift - a new chance for something miraculous to happen, totally independent of the day before. It's a fresh chance to give or receive a hug (real or virtual). And to give the day a great kick-start, a tiny little person hugs me and says "I wuv you Mama, you're the best Mom in the whole world!" - and she doesn't even want anything (those years are coming, I'm sure).
There's this guy that I think is pretty keen but I haven't seen around in awhile and I miss him. If you spot him, please give him a friendly hug, gaze deeply into his green eyes, and thwap him on the head and tell him Sheryl says Shape Up! ;) [image]almsthvn_590356643 .jpg[/image] Miss ya, hon!
Ok, Ok, I take back the threat of thwapping him. I'll think of something else more interesting ... :wink:
It's Super Bowl Sunday and a hot topic, yet again, is Janet Jackson's nipple-thingy from last year.
Besides just being bloody sick of the whole thing (ooo how was that, BC?) - I have a rant to share with you.
It SERIOUSLY ticks me off that Janet has taken almost all of the flack for it. The nipple thing? Ok, a POSSIBLY little upsetting for the tiniest of milliseconds it was on air. But the FAR worse image was that it was ok for a man to rip clothing off a female. A MAN was RIPPING CLOTHES OFF A FEMALE. Yeah yeah yeah it was part of a "show" but it still pisses me off. Oooo shame on her for allowing herself to be exposed? Pardon me, but where was the guy saying "oh that puts across a bad image for all the kids, I can't do that."
A pox on both of them, I say, and the MTV goobers for backing it, etc.
Ok, I'm done. Now bring on the pizza rolls! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I nearly forgot! Did ya hear about the Budweiser ad called Wardrobe Malfunction? They made it to air during the Super Bowl and then chose not to show it. But it's all the buzz... Go to Budweiser.com http://www.budweiser.com and look for "the ad you won't see". Cute!
This whole fucking week has been a fucking clusterfuck. I'm sick of the whole thing. A server put in, no plan for how to end it's lifecycle, no plan for managing it's data, a repeatedly failing backup mechanism and it's tossed in my lap. Here, you're responsible for it now! bye!!
FUCK.
Translation: The "new" RAID array was added today but the system isn't recognizing it. The scripts had been rewritten to being using them immediately, so now it has to be rebooted AGAIN and told to switch back to the old location.
I'm not even supposed to be here today.
Love, Dante
PS - Goins, you wanted the server? Go for it. It's in Texas, I'll send you a map.
It's a big party with free drinks all around. Usually I limit myself to a couple drinks - any more and I'll pass out. I observe more than participate in the conversations around me and then go back to my room like a good girl. This year was different. I'd just left my ex and was very defiant against the "goodie" lifestyle I'd led to that point.
The company is based in the UK and this is their annual blowout in the USA. LOADS of delicious accents are floating in the room: English, Scottish (och I love the Scottish), Welsh (smoooth) and Irish. I've been a customer of theirs for years and there's this one salesman for whom I've always had a strange buzzy, twittery 15-year-old girl type attraction. And he's known it and played it to the hilt. It's been GREAT fun. This year was no exception.
IP and one of his compatriots are up to their usual floor show of out-drinking and out-storying each other. They do this every time and each is funnier than the last. IP is flirting with me and decides I haven't had enough to drink. Clearly, I need to sample some of his homeland's fine whisky, not the Kentucky "whiskey" stuff they claim is sub-par. Ok, I'm game.
Good Lord, how does anyone drink that stuff? I could barely hold it under my nose, the smell alone made me gag. I tried a sip, and was assured that's no way to treat a good whisky. I tried a gulp and they laughed hilariously at my reaction. I poured the rest into IP's glass, vowing to never touch THAT stuff again. They brought over some other things that I don't remember. In fact, the rest of the night is pretty fuzzy. . .
Edited - because I can ;) But your comments helped me deal with the 7 year old guilt. Thanks :)