I feel like a winner

I submitted my fuckling entry today and I'm feeling pretty good about it. It was certainly well-received by the folks around here. I noticed, however, that entries may be coming in from all across the nation, so I'm am nervous about that. There are a lot of talented people out there, not to mention the ladies and gentlemen of our local Stitch'n'Bitch. I've done my best. That's all I can do.

I also mastered, sort of, HTML code and updated several company web pages. Woo Hoo! Who says you can't teach an old broad new tricks? It was deceptively simple--monotonous, but simple.

Unfortunately, I didn't get the boss's checklists updated, nor did I make posters for next week. I guess I'll be in early tomorrow. Pooh! I'm leaving early tomorrow to shop for something to wear to Kendra's birthday celebration, although officially I'm leaving early for an "appointment."
[Fans of the Comics Curmudgeon will be interested to know I'm doing my best finger-quoting Margo impression as I type this.]

I'm off to bake a potato and possibly knit--at work--'cause that's how I roll.

A successful waste of time

I have spent pretty much all day changing the template here. I went to a website that let me create a template. I went through all the steps, add a kick-ass graphic, selected colors that I liked and when all was said and done, it was just too boring.

Having no knowledge of HTML, I went back to the Blogger pre-set templates, and just copied and pasted the information I wanted to customize, such as my blogroll and links. The problem, as you can see, is the size of the blogroll. I can't figure out how to get the font smaller. Oh, maybe...a thought just occurred to be. I'll try it when I'm done here, so if the blogroll looks the same as the rest of the sidebar, you'll know I was successful. I also need to change the font color of the footer so you can actually see it.

My other problem is that I have no idea how to add the kick-ass graphic, except to put it in my profile. However, I just put Sheep In The Big City there and I don't want to change it just yet. Plus I think the profile picture is too small to do it justice. Again, we'll see.

If anyone out there is familiar with these things and can help me customize this puppy, give me a holler.

Two years and $3000 away

Being suitably jealous that Kendra has a new kitty, I think I have found a solution. A company called Allerica is in the process of developing an allergen-free cat . It will only cost about $3000, but as they won't be available until 2008, I have time to save my pennies. Anyone want to donate to the "Laurie Ann needs a kitten" fund?

Gratuitous cute kitty pictures available here.

I live there. I will park as long as I want.

I showered late last night so that I wouldn't have to get up too early this morning. I tend to putz in the mornings and that putzing, along with my short attention span, leads to my scrambling to get to work on time. So, today I was refreshed, relaxed, and on time when I left the house.

It was a little chilly this morning (East Coast and Midwest readers: do not laugh) and the back window was foggy. I turned on the car and the rear-window defogger, and of course, the radio.
I was bopping along to a great song and applying lipstick when I heard "beep beep." I turn to see some woman with crazy hair asking me if I'm going to be pulling out soon, with a "this-is-no-place-to-put-your-makeup-on" look. I live here. I pay my $12 a year for a parking permit. I will sit in my car and read War and Peace if I feel like it and no bedheaded beeyotch is going to intimidate me. However, it was time to leave, so I go to pull out of the spot and Crazy Head is still sitting right next to my car giving me the hairy eyeball. Well, Lady, I'd love to give you this parking spot, but you have to BACK THE FUCK UP so I can get OUT of the spot first. (see diagram--that's me in the green car)

I gave her the stink eye and she backed up. Now, I had to do a K-turn, which really pissed off Crazy Head royally. Dang, woman, if you're in such a hurry, then spring for the paid parking up the street.

Damn you, Troll

A while ago, while on the phone with Troll (You know Troll. You met him back here.) and he started singing The Chicken Dance while searching for something. I said, "Oh Great! Now I have The Chicken Dance in my head." He laughed maniacally, as he is wont to do. From that point on, at the end of every email, he would write, "PS. Chicken Dance," or "na na na na na na na." The effect had worn thin, and I told him so. He eventually stopped the reference.

Today, I received a package from Troll's store through interoffice mail. This is what it was:

Bastard!

I hear the sirens call

Damn you, Fall Line Up! I need Tivo, but in order to have that I need cable. Direct TV has been wooing me with their offers of SundayNFL Ticket, but I can't have a dish at my place. Now, I'm pretty adept at setting the VCR and I can tape like a fiend, but I'll be missing either the last two minutes of one show or the first two minutes of the next. And what about when two shows are on at the same time on different networks? I only have one TV and one VCR!! Crap! When did I become a TV addict. Sure, I had my shows, but I was never overly concerned if I missed a few episodes (except Gilmore Girls, or Buffy and Angel back in the day) When did it become so all-important for me to see every show? Oh, when the shows started looking good...and when the WB and UPN combined. Damn it!

Idiot

Yesterday, the driver of a 7-Up truck tried to make the corner by my place of employment and cut it too tight. He ran up onto the curb, with the trailer of his truck wedged up against the lamp post, and his middle tires completely off the ground. I was in a hurry to get to school so I didn't snap a picture, but enjoy this artist's rendering. The yellow and red thing is my place of employment. The truck stayed in this position most of the day and well into the evening.

I just wanted to share something that made me smile. While I'm not quite as accomplished a food photographer as our own Ellen Bloom, is this not the cutest cake ever? It's a burger! It's a cake! (my sister, my daughter, my sister, my daughter) Forget it, Jake, it's...well, it was Ralphs, and not even near Chinatown. Dang.