don’t even try to out-nerd me …

I’m blogging from my doctor’s office!

Thanks to the marvel that is iPad, I can take my computing just about anywhere! Unlike the husband, I didn’t opt for the 3G version, so I assume the blog won’t update until I get back home to the safety of my wifi network. But because I’ve got the handy-dandy wordpress iPad app, it doesn’t matter that I can’t reach the internet.

My hope is that my new iPad will replace the aging laptop. So far, there’s been one ie-only website, drag-and-drop website functionality, and office docs that I’m missing out on. But that’s what the work computer is for, right?

My 15 minutes is up, I haven’t died from my allergy shot. Time to go!

the best part of waking up …

Is cat vomit on the granite kitchen countertop! Catchy jingle, no? Hmm, well one of the holy terrors sure thought so.

There are not enough clorox wipes in the world. Also, I think my pancake batter station will be on the other side of the stove now.


Even though there are snow showers in this weekend’s forecast, spring has finally made it to my house! After months of moping around and ignoring her expertly prepared romaine and squash (presented on a paper plate! on top of a sheet of newspaper!), Tortellini has finally decided that it’s time to wake up.

She generally has a winter-time lull, where her eating slows down or even stops for a few weeks, but this time she took her hibernation seriously. She’s been ignoring her food for months! I was starting to get a little worried, but the google assured me that Russian tortoises can, indeed, hibernate for half the year if they set their minds to it.

As reassuring as that was, though, there’s just something creepy about hibernation. All that not eating! It defies logic.

So this morning, I plopped Tortellini down directly under her heat lamp. I put out a fresh plate of spring salad and lima beans within easy turtle reach. And then I left for work.

Much to my dismay, when I got home, she hadn’t eaten. All she had done was rotate herself 90 degrees, so that she was no longer looking directly at her food. And her head was tucked oh-so-tightly into her shell.

A short while later, though, the husband noticed that her head was out, so I made my move. I unzipped the terrarium, and held a lima bean in front of her face. After an agonizing wait, she finally snapped at the bean and almost snagged it. (Having eyes on the side of your head makes it hard to eat lima beans out of someone’s hand. Just sayin’.)

After another agonizing wait, she tried again and finally got it. While she worked on that bean, I made a call to refill a prescription, and then I fed her another one. I followed that up with a piece of romaine, but she wasn’t much interested, so I let her be. Since all she has to do is turn 90 degrees and take a step forward to, you know, eat a whole plateful of turtle yumminess all on her own.

So yeah. Spring! It’s here! Snow showers and all.


So I’ve got this project to do for the dad, that really won’t take terribly long, I just need to sit down and do it.

But instead of just doing it, I feel like I’m back in college.  Back in college and avoiding my homework …

So far, instead of coding up the dad’s POS (his acronym, not mine, I promise), I bought some pink shirts.  And then I bought some knitting books and yarn.  I’ve eaten some apple pie.

And now, I’m blogging!

After this, I’m thinking about maybe doing the dishes.  Or playing some Lego Harry Potter.  Or Rock Band.  Or doing my wow dailies.  Oh, and practicing my piano!  Oh, and then there’s still some banana cream pie with my name on it …

And THEN, I think I can get to work.

what’s for lunch?

This weekend, the husband and I made ourselves sandwiches for lunch.  As I assembled my turkey pita pocket sandwich, there just may have been a jealous onlooker …

the husband: Somebody made me a sandwich like that one time!

me: Oh?

the husband: It was really good.

me: Was it me?

the husband: Ohhhh, yeah, I think so.

me: <suppressed laugh> I see.

As he was already halfway through making  his wonder bread concoction, I didn’t figure it made sense to make him a pita sandwich.  But his child psychology worked, he got ‘somebody’ to make him turkey on pita (turkey in pita?) for dinner tonight.  I’m a sucker for a compliment, what can I say.  🙂

savin’ the planet

My company recently moved to a new building.  A bright, shiny new building.  A bright, shiny new building, where energy consciousness is the name of the game.

The lights are triggered by motion, and if there is no motion, the lights turn themselves off.  This is the case in my cube farm.  This is the case in the kitchen.  This is the case in the bathroom.

The bathroom has also been outfitted with florescent bulbs.  But not just any florescent bulbs!  They are the kind of bulbs that need a few minutes to warm up.

At home, in the middle of the night, I usually opt to use the bathroom with very dim lighting.  No need for bright lights then!  Not when I’m about to get right back into bed.

But at work?  At work, I prefer my bathroom visits to include good lighting.  I suppose, though, for the sake of the planet, I will have to get used to scary gas station bathroom lighting.  Especially since I’m a lady in a dev shop.  The ladies’ room lights spend a good portion of the day off.  Ya know, saving the planet!

disaster averted

the husband: <gets bread from cupboard, places two slices of bread on a plate>

the husband: <gets mayo from fridge, spreads mayo on each slice>

the husband: <gets mustard from fridge, squirts a circle of mustard on each slice>

the husband: <gets american cheese from fridge, peels off a slice, places on one slice of bread>

the husband: <tries to get ham from fridge>

the husband: <distraught> I don’t… I don’t have anything to put on my sandwich!

me: <looks at nearly finished sandwich>

me: I could fry you an egg.  Oh, I could if we HAD any eggs.

me: Well that’s really … that’s really sad.

me: Oh!  There’s chicken nuggets!  Or fish sticks!  In the freezer.  You could microwave some up real quick.

the husband: <rummages in freezer>


And thus, disaster was averted, and dinner was not a sad affair.  In fact, there may have been a song about a stegosaurus in there somewhere …

on ravioli

The husband thought he was going to be out for awhile last night, so I was left to my own devices for dinner.  But then when he came home earlier than expected and hungry for a dinner of his own, I offered up my leftovers.

me: Do you want some ravioli?  I had extra.

the husband: um, half a can of ravioli?  That’s not very much.

me:  <blink> <blink> No, it’s real ravioli.  <Getts tupperware from fridge to illustrate point> See?

the husband: <eyes warily>

me: There’s no sauce on it, you can put sauce on it.

the husband: <eyes warily>

me: They just have a little olive oil to keep them from all sticking together.

the husband:  hmm.  <Gets bread from the cupboard>  I think I’ll have a bologna sandwich.

hello again!

My nearly illiterate brother (not really, I just call him that because he never reads my ever-so-enlightening blog) has noticed that my content has not changed in awhile – and so that means I really, really need to update!

So, here they come …