*HarUMPH*

status has all the answers.

And all your missing emails. They finally cut loose with them. Everybody had a backlog of some kind. Everyone. Even me.

Gmail was just not a good tool for LJ comments - not for me. I was reminded of that this morning, thankee.

I wonder what the PS/MAPP class will think of LJ when I inflict it on them.

It's also time to get the plans for JTAF on the boards.

Getting back payments on lawsuits from working at SuperShuttle very good. I'll be getting those for another two years. *sighs* I really could have used the money when Cliff was still alive, guys. That's why I took that second job. *kicks can*

So at least part of it is being spent on the DVD of "Blazing Saddles."

August has been the month of disaster for me, historically. This was the month in 1993 when Cliff got hurt; it was the month a year later he reinjured...in 1995, had all the strokes and heartattacks, 1996, the amputations and dialysis...1998, came home from travelling cross-country, and died in September of that year.

I walk a little slower in August, and look over my shoulder often. Jim is getting his cholesterol checked again today. Hope everything is well with chriso.

I also heard something last night that almost stopped me from breathing - the social worker running the MAPP classes is going to be scheduling our home visits next Wednesday.

OMG, it's going to happen. Hullo, Jim, wakey-wakey! We gotta get this house done...

Work! Yup!

*HarUMPH*

status has all the answers.

And all your missing emails. They finally cut loose with them. Everybody had a backlog of some kind. Everyone. Even me.

Gmail was just not a good tool for LJ comments - not for me. I was reminded of that this morning, thankee.

I wonder what the PS/MAPP class will think of LJ when I inflict it on them.

It's also time to get the plans for JTAF on the boards.

Getting back payments on lawsuits from working at SuperShuttle very good. I'll be getting those for another two years. *sighs* I really could have used the money when Cliff was still alive, guys. That's why I took that second job. *kicks can*

So at least part of it is being spent on the DVD of "Blazing Saddles."

August has been the month of disaster for me, historically. This was the month in 1993 when Cliff got hurt; it was the month a year later he reinjured...in 1995, had all the strokes and heartattacks, 1996, the amputations and dialysis...1998, came home from travelling cross-country, and died in September of that year.

I walk a little slower in August, and look over my shoulder often. Jim is getting his cholesterol checked again today. Hope everything is well with chriso.

I also heard something last night that almost stopped me from breathing - the social worker running the MAPP classes is going to be scheduling our home visits next Wednesday.

OMG, it's going to happen. Hullo, Jim, wakey-wakey! We gotta get this house done...

Work! Yup!

*HarUMPH*

status has all the answers.

And all your missing emails. They finally cut loose with them. Everybody had a backlog of some kind. Everyone. Even me.

Gmail was just not a good tool for LJ comments - not for me. I was reminded of that this morning, thankee.

I wonder what the PS/MAPP class will think of LJ when I inflict it on them.

It's also time to get the plans for JTAF on the boards.

Getting back payments on lawsuits from working at SuperShuttle very good. I'll be getting those for another two years. *sighs* I really could have used the money when Cliff was still alive, guys. That's why I took that second job. *kicks can*

So at least part of it is being spent on the DVD of "Blazing Saddles."

August has been the month of disaster for me, historically. This was the month in 1993 when Cliff got hurt; it was the month a year later he reinjured...in 1995, had all the strokes and heartattacks, 1996, the amputations and dialysis...1998, came home from travelling cross-country, and died in September of that year.

I walk a little slower in August, and look over my shoulder often. Jim is getting his cholesterol checked again today. Hope everything is well with chriso.

I also heard something last night that almost stopped me from breathing - the social worker running the MAPP classes is going to be scheduling our home visits next Wednesday.

OMG, it's going to happen. Hullo, Jim, wakey-wakey! We gotta get this house done...

Work! Yup!

*gag*

Why this man was not tried as an accessory eludes me even now.

Whatever.

Anyone still think the death penalty is more cruel than making that woman live this life?

*gag*

Why this man was not tried as an accessory eludes me even now.

Whatever.

Anyone still think the death penalty is more cruel than making that woman live this life?

*gag*

Why this man was not tried as an accessory eludes me even now.

Whatever.

Anyone still think the death penalty is more cruel than making that woman live this life?

What? WHAT?!

You want to know what kind of day it was?

It ended with the valet parking dudes locking my keys in my car. They did it first thing this morning, yup.

And had the brass balls to tell me I did it.

'cuse me, guys. I had to leave the door open to get my ticket you unrepentant bastards!

And guess who had to burn influences with AAA to get it unlocked?

Guess who got to see me in full pissed-offedness. I made people scamper away.

But still, controlled. I don't yell.

Bubba, AKA Sarge, AKA our security manager, confirmed that I had made myself quite clear on the subject. Oh, and didn't need profanity either, come to think of it.

It's clear. I really hate people who screw up the lives of everyone around them, and then want to play the victim card. Emphasis even more if the loser is female. I don't understand women, folks. I just don't. And the games some of them play is just beyond me. Waaaay beyond me.

I kept waiting for the third one to show up in the media today. You don't know who the first two women were? Hint: the ones who made their claim to fame using children. More than four children, either of them.

Tired, short-tempered and annoyed. Apologies.

What? WHAT?!

You want to know what kind of day it was?

It ended with the valet parking dudes locking my keys in my car. They did it first thing this morning, yup.

And had the brass balls to tell me I did it.

'cuse me, guys. I had to leave the door open to get my ticket you unrepentant bastards!

And guess who had to burn influences with AAA to get it unlocked?

Guess who got to see me in full pissed-offedness. I made people scamper away.

But still, controlled. I don't yell.

Bubba, AKA Sarge, AKA our security manager, confirmed that I had made myself quite clear on the subject. Oh, and didn't need profanity either, come to think of it.

It's clear. I really hate people who screw up the lives of everyone around them, and then want to play the victim card. Emphasis even more if the loser is female. I don't understand women, folks. I just don't. And the games some of them play is just beyond me. Waaaay beyond me.

I kept waiting for the third one to show up in the media today. You don't know who the first two women were? Hint: the ones who made their claim to fame using children. More than four children, either of them.

Tired, short-tempered and annoyed. Apologies.

What? WHAT?!

You want to know what kind of day it was?

It ended with the valet parking dudes locking my keys in my car. They did it first thing this morning, yup.

And had the brass balls to tell me I did it.

'cuse me, guys. I had to leave the door open to get my ticket you unrepentant bastards!

And guess who had to burn influences with AAA to get it unlocked?

Guess who got to see me in full pissed-offedness. I made people scamper away.

But still, controlled. I don't yell.

Bubba, AKA Sarge, AKA our security manager, confirmed that I had made myself quite clear on the subject. Oh, and didn't need profanity either, come to think of it.

It's clear. I really hate people who screw up the lives of everyone around them, and then want to play the victim card. Emphasis even more if the loser is female. I don't understand women, folks. I just don't. And the games some of them play is just beyond me. Waaaay beyond me.

I kept waiting for the third one to show up in the media today. You don't know who the first two women were? Hint: the ones who made their claim to fame using children. More than four children, either of them.

Tired, short-tempered and annoyed. Apologies.