~ yeah... that pic was too flippy to pass up. I mean... normally I snap about five pics of goofyness before I cave in and just smile-for-the-camera.
~ and because I'm a bit of a wank... you can click [ :: here :: ] and catch a monday smile mmmk? :D
Everything was going along fine this morning... breakfast was served and lunches made and z was there sheepherding the little mess makers towards the school bus zone... So I went for the shower and dress thing... only to come down and find my littlest guy on the sofa, cheeks stained with something being not-quite-right. Z was holding an ice pack on his neck and the school bus was long gone. We're not sure... my guess is a "crick-in-his-neck" from sleeping on it weird... and it wasn't general whiny-ness... he walked away from spongebob on the tv to tell Suz he was scared and that it hurt... if it was whiny...well, he wouldn't waste any spongebob. Any hooo... I just called and he seems ok for now... She'll take him to the clinic if it doesn't let up. Sigh... It's bad enough that Geo has all his neck problems - getting worse as winter sets in... so it's back to the back and neck doc... It's just not possible to love someone as much as you love your kids and not be absolutely devastated by the notion that they suffer. I had five broken legs before I was 17... and I simply cannot imagine how it must have tortured my mom to have me end up in all those accidents and stuff... gah.
The world was frozen to a slippery, icy to an evil little crisp this morning... but the sun is absolutely beautiful and bringing everything into focus. Brrrr it's cold... but it's really very nice out there. :D
wearing
~ black stripee ftls
~ dk gray dress pants... um... kinda gray blue
~ screamingly white dress shirt and a (sigh) tie
~ dk blue sweater with groovy swede patches on the shoulders...
~ fetch my pipe and slippers, and meet me in the conservatory.
planning
~ having more fun with PowerPoint... I made this "internal" presentation about one of our products on friday (for sales dudes and dudettes... not that I've seen any dudettes floggen the shite in this company... and now I have to make an "externally facing" presentation... so because it's not for sales people... I get to use two syllable words and stuff... )
~ and then for something completely different... I get to edit a document this afternoon. Be still my heart.
~ Sadly, I mentioned "piggies in a blanket" at breakfast... so dinner my be a wee bit trailerpark....
~ tonight? really no plans... but I'm hankering to play in there.com... maybe some of that...
wishing
~ I get some time later today...
~ to send a few "take care of you both" vibes out to
distortedgirl... and all kinds of good mojo. :)~ to shoot a few hopeful vibes over to
nagylover... ~ I could explain myself better....
~ for some good posture to keep a grip on my friend
no.~ and some smiles over to
teq... just because.Can I just say... Russell Jones is dead... and that's a positive thing right? Talk about Darwinism.
// Canadian Bilingualism and our Tax dollars
Imagine...a woman gets a civil service job... works her way up the ranks and becomes an internal operations manager at a big government department. She survives the idiocy that is "federal service" and plays the games well... then the bilingualism issue kicks in and after 14 years of service she has to go and take ... seventeen months ... (17)... of french language training... Meanwhile, her position is backfilled... so two full salaries and the cost of the education itself and the softer - more difficult to calculate - costs of slowing down projects to transition her out and back into the position. And now she's back in her job... and will work for another 13 years... NEVER HAVING ANYONE TO SPEAK FRENCH TO. Fucking french.
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// Are you having fun saying "faaalllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooja!"
Good thing Major Military Action is done now and all the soldiers can be happy about this not being a war any more... of course, the benefits and pay drop when it's not a war... and the payout to you when you're injured or to your family when you are KILLED drop dramatically... but at least it's not a war...
Heck... if it was a war... well, can you just imagine how bad it would have been in faaalllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooja.
Yup... no more of that "major military action" for you guys.
Hey... wasn't faaalllllllllooooooooooooooooooooooja the city with that Mosque everybody was up in arms trying to protect from damage a half a year ago? Bet the smoke is still rising from the rubble of that one.
Gah... it must be so much damn fun to be a Liberated Iraqi.
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I swear... there is some really messed up decisions being made by people we should be able to look up to and respect... it's freaking sad man.
Have a great day muchachos... y muchachas... hug your kids... love your mom and dad... and remember... you didn't pick your sisters and brothers... and they didn't pick you. Fight with them when you're a snotty little brat... but get over it when you're all grown up. Life is too short to waste family. And if it's just not going to work... well, let that be their lament and their problem. You will not lay on your death bed and regret any moment of effort you ever made to love your family. I promise.