Frog and Goat

I’m not wearing green today and the first person who tries to pinch me will lose their fingers.

I met some friends at the bar/restaurant 3 Monkeys yesterday and we got caught up on nearly everything. In honor of all my irish friends, I drank a couple of pints of Guinness and that ends my celebration of St. Pat’s.

In other St. Pat’s news, this morning one of the local news teams had someone out in the rain standing on an overpass discussing how we should all be extra aware today because the drunks will be hitting the road as early as 10:30am. That’s some kind of early for getting a drink out and about since most places don’t open until 11 or 11:30. So are people hitting the quickie mart on the way to the bar? And, really who is doing this since most of us are working today? The news team made it sound like we should lock up all the women and children because those gosh darn St. Pat’s drunks will be swarming the streets all day.

I woke up with a headache this morning. This is not a good way to start the day. Especially when there’s no way to roll over and go back to sleep–curses.

Years and years ago when I started my first “real” job, I broke a piece off the printer tray for the printer next to my desk. That was the very first day. I was a little nervous and had to change/add paper and my boss was standing right there. As it turned out, I worked there for about 18 months and my boss was sad to see me leave.

Fast forward to this morning. I copied a bunch of things to go into a training manual and forgot the handy-dandy uber-copier/printer will 3-hole punch paper. Actually, I remembered this point after I set up the job, visited the bathroom and then came back to the machine to pick up my copies. So, there was no way to alter the job at that point. Since I’m an idiot, I stayed downstairs and used the electric three-hole punch. Which I jammed not once but twice. At least I didn’t break it.

Today is the Niece’s birthday. She’s very old today–3. Happy cake to be had later today.

If I were a crazy killer and on the lam, I’d sure as hell get the heck out of Dodge. Georgia and Mexico aren’t that far away from each other. I will never understand the crazy killer mind. Man, if you are going to go through all the trouble of shooting and killing people, shouldn’t you be able to think a few steps ahead and put the pedal to the metal? So, not only is that guy a crazy killer rapist, he’s also stupid.

Well, the new job is pretty awesome. I have my own space which is something I haven’t had since 1998. That’s a long damn time. And, there’s a window. Holy Cow.

I’m busy with some logistical tasks and am learning new faces. I hope to whip out the logistics piece and then start with the more meaty part of the job soon. The bummer is that I’m still not in “the system” so that means that a lot of things haven’t happened yet. Hopefully, that will be taken care of next week.

Continue reading →

All the blah, blah about Martha getting out of prison has helped me solidify my opinion regarding her. I say if she has anything at all to do with making sure that we don’t slide into an avocado green-harvest gold-shag carpet-polyester plaid wearing society again, then I am on her side. I have lots of horror show pictures from elementary school to offer as irrefutable proof that we should not go back to that decorating and fashion unconscious time. Actually, I have remained a loyal MSL subscriber so really I just wanted to write avocado green and harvest gold in one post.

Continue reading →

We have most of our insurance (home, life, auto) with USAA. The better-half’s father was in the military so we’re eligible for coverage. I didn’t know anything about USAA until I married the better-half. Now what I know is that they love their customers.

We are currently carrying two home insurance policies because our closing date on the house we’re selling isn’t until next month. Hector at USAA has had several conversations with the better-half regarding our home insurance policy needs. One day a few weeks ago, Hector called and I talked to him. He asked me if we’d sold the other house yet and I told him it was under contract. He asked me when we were closing and when I told him, he said he’d flag the account to close on the day after closing. I thanked him and didn’t think much more about it.

Every year we get a refund check from USAA. I guess when they settle year-end accounts and find that they could give back some of what their customers have paid, they do it. Remarkable isn’t it? Yesterday we got something in the mail from USAA and I dumped it on the better-half’s desk (it was addressed to him). It turns out the check is for the balance for the house that is going to close next month. They are giving it to us early. That’s why I’m looking for Hector. I want to give him a big smoochie.