soon they’ll be demanding scratch with every feeding, a bigger coop, 3 roosters for every hen. they’ll never make me knit a chicken sweater – the eggs aren’t that good.
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 they belong to themselves
But I don’t want to run the tornado drill!
Pax anyone? If you don’t get it, watch Serenity and tell me I’m wrong.
Could not be reached for comment.
I bet the drill will happen right in the middle of staff meeting.
So sleepy.
Oooh, I learned something new!
It did. The drill happened right in the middle of the staff meeting, right in the middle of my sentence, in fact.
I keep typing ot instead of to.
I haven’t been at my desk all day. I’m taking lunch a half hour late! Days here are so very schizophrenic.
I want my nails to look like this every day for work.
Last night I could not remember how old I was.
Son of a
There’s a rock in my boot.
Such a gorgeous day!
Old Dog is on! I love a good bar with no hipster element.
Oh interesting. Anne Rice is going to be at C2E2 in Chicago this year. I met her once in East Lansing at a reading. I think I read that Nicholas Brendan was going to be there as well.
Oh it’s pi day. Now I want pie. I love apple pie. I wish I had some now.
Ten years since Firefly?? How can it be that long?
Really? A copier convention? Wow. I really am a secretary.
Thank the Gods I’m also the photog around here, or I’d go insane.
Ut oh.
bitter bitter bitter
OOOOOPS!
Shit. I suppose it’s probably too late for my walk now.
I hate you, Webmail. With a fiery vengeance.
It’s ok. Try to calm down.
I have no music for you today, I am sorry.
I need new work clothes. Kind of desperately. Please feel free to send me stuff.
Ok, I have succumbed to Benedict Cumberbatch’s charms. I admit it.
I cannot book you a room for free. You’re just going to have to pay. Or cancel the launch.
I’m starving.
I always seem to be starving when I make this post.
I think tomorrow I will take the new camera home to play. The new camera needs a name. But I’m not sure about the name since it’s not technically mine.
I’ll have to think some more I think. Think. Thinger. Thinkin.
OMG. 8 minutes to ladies’ night and scotch and friends and food.
I need LightRoom at work.
I think the secret motto of this university is “It Is What It Is.”
Great bluegrass band at the tavern tonight. Well. Only two of them were there. They did a fantastic cover of Wagon Wheel. I love that song. Bill was super nice and gave me his cd.
There. There’s some music for ya.
Look how late I am! I should just post this.
Shh! The whispers. I can feel it in my bones.
Miss W got in trouble for eating during snack time. Yes you read that right.
She has also been accused of bringing “gobs and gobs” of paper home, so I should check her back pack and folder every night (I already do, and no, she is not).
There are no words that adequately convey my frustration with this school.
In happier news, I finished the cabled pullover just in time to put it away for the season. I started the O W L S sweater which is going to be soft and delicious if it works out. I’m having gauge issues.
Also it’s Friday. So I got that going for me, which is nice.
you shall not pass
Starting my Wednesday off with some murder songs. Thanks, Mister.
Because it bears repeating.
Ooooh. Photoshop CS 5!
Broken broken broken.
I keep thinking it’s Red’s turn.
ouch.
Old Dog night!
The problem with posting you fun links to music and things is that later the links get broken. That’s not fun.
My fingernails are too long.
damn. I just don’t know.
I’m pathological.
I wasn’t even Catholic for that long. Maybe the guilt is just instilled at baptism. Bastards.
I don’t like the prickles in the roof of my mouth waiting for a sneeze.
Both a visual and audio treat.
Gonna be a super short post this week, I’m thinkin. Which is fine, really. Just how much of Random Jen can people be expected to take?
I don’t even understand the words you are speaking any more. Just stop.
It is SO LOUD IN HERE. There is an actual jackhammer in the next room. I can’t take it.
Woo hoo! Out two hours early on account of not being able to THINK.
Damn, Old Dog night reschedule.
Almost done with the sweater, and now it’s getting too warm to wear it.
We’re checking out season 1 of the Killing. I’m liking it. I’ve always liked Michelle Forbes, ever since I saw her in Kalifornia.
Maybe I drink too much tea. I’m starting an infuser collection. Please feel free to send me quirky tea infusers. They will hang in my kitchen and be happy.
Speaking of hanging. I need to find a way to hang my Enterprise pizza cutter from the ceiling.
My Twitter pals are so awesome.
Wow, I think I can be done with the knitting part of this puppy tonight. Then an eensy bit of underarm seaming. Some ends to weave. Et voila.
How am I in the mood for pizza? Oh, right. I’m almost always in the mood for pizza.
My new coworkers and bosses talk politics. My old office absolutely did not. My new office is very liberal. I don’t say much.
Oh holy wow, I totally forgot about Bennett. Thanks for reminding me, sweets.
she’s as sweet as
Bill Janovitz does a gorgeous version of Tupelo Honey but I am unable to find a link for you.
Tiny erasers. So cute. Little wiener dogs and turtles!
Stop chewing ice, husband.
Oh treadmill. I love you and I loathe you.
I’ll be your plastic toy.
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