So, today is a work day and here I sit getting ready for some show-and-tell with a starch machine from the department of national defense... I've never met this guy before but I'm guessing he'll either be overweight and talk too loud or just sit there looking like he'd rather be kill'en. I'll let you know... oh, yea, I get to tell him all about enterprise system security management tools... fun in the making kids... talk'en to a DND suit about security? shite.
and kellie... slippery soap is darn cute too!!!
Well mr starch didn't show... he's prol'y off oiling his gun somewhere... hehehehe (can you tell I'm not a big fan of the canadian military establishment...).
Any ways, it's time I got some writing done for the boss lady... (who, by the way, is getting to be quite the outstanding boss in my books... one gets to be rather discerning about ones bosses over time and I'm glad, at this stage of my life, I have a groov'en boss. I like her.
ps. big news!!! I'll be winging it off to sunny florida in early February this year for a tech conference in Orlando - gonna be staying at the Disney Swan (wohoo). About this I am rather excited. I've got the air miles to take Z so we're just working out kiddy stewardship... I do not want to bring the kidlettes. They're too young for disney and Z would end up working too hard to take care of 'em there to enjoy herself.
pps. So I finally saw an advert for Linkin Park (the band now playing) in a local record store ad.
mmm poor overworked LJ... it's prol'y lianna's fault :)
I have no idea if this is going to post.
I got to hold - for a whole big long time - a four week old little baby tonight... it was awesome! I get my kicks with the idea that babies and me get along so amazingly well.
Plucking a squirmy, weepy baby from a stressed, tired, mom that sure wishes she could put a dent in the hors d'oeuvres* tray and having him settle right down is a real emotional blast. No, I don't do that to strangers, and yes I'm only talking about social situation inside the extended family.
Actually the baby's mom is married to Georges god parents brother, that is to say, my best friend married a girl that has a brother. He and his wife have this new baby... She's alone at home most evenings and many days... and is dealing with a major case of pp or baby blues... poor sugar. She's a real sweet heart too. So, I told her all about Lj land. Told her to set herself up. This place is gonna end up with a DIN code. :)
* stupid ass word!
tonight is being brought to you by the letter T.
Ragsnot: (pronounced rag snot) "rag" as in trade magazine and snot as in the gelatinous goo that holds things like "came with the mag" cd's or attaches a heavier bond paper advert in a mag. You know the stuff... you can peel it all off the mag and it sticks together... just begging to be stuck to the bottom of a table...