SCORE!!!

Look what I pulled out of the trash yesterday! Normally I'm a little embarrassed to pick through trash, but seriously - I saw this as we drove past a neighbor's house coming back from the grocery store and nearly hyperventilated.

All it needed was a once over with a dust rag and some Lemon Pledge. Who throws stuff like this out? Crazy, I say.

Gifted

I have an AMAZING knack for opening my big mouth and making some absolutely harmless comment or joke JUST when the very person least likely to find it funny or most likely to get me in trouble for it is standing right behind me and I didn't know it until after the damage is done.

How do I do it?

Just happened a few minutes ago and now worrying about it has absolutely RUINED an otherwise glorious Friday/payday. Even this stack of 7 brand new books hasn't lightened the mood.

Well, maybe a LITTLE bit.

Fuuuuuuuuck.

That is all.

MEDIC!!!!!!

HA! I fucking KNEW IT!!!

Take that, you slovenly flip-flop wearing hippies and no zoners!

Right - vacation's almost over, and I go back to work on Monday. I am taking this one last opportunity of the summer to pay a visit to the male progenitor - bring him a pizza, watch the ballgame, have a larf.

I'm also going to meet the latest pet additions to the family - my family has a tendency to think we're the only people in the world who can properly care for any needy animal, so anytime we're presented with a homeless little furball, you can count on us to take it in. As a result, between all the siblings, we're up to about 15 cats and at least 6 or 7 dogs. So we have a new collie, a new sheltie and a new kitten, all up in Maine and waiting for me to go absolutely maudlin and squeaky over.

Lastly, Sunday night, I ended up going to the Trashcan Sinatras gig at TT's on my own. Thanks, TT's, by the way, for making the show go so late that anyone not on vacation couldn't swing it. Sunday night is NOT Saturday night - you'd think they'd have one less opening band and let everything start a little earlier... but NOOOO.

EVERYONE who said they were going to go ended up bagging on me. Oh well, I am a big girl and I enjoyed myself no less for being on my own. Brought me back to the days when I turned 21 before my roommates and started going to shows on my own - the whole IDEA behind turning 21 was so I could get into clubs and hear live music. Since I drove, I only had a couple of beers. And the parking garage on Green Street is so cheap - I saved enough booze money that I treated myself to a copy of the new disc and a t-shirt. I win. Here are two blurry pictures from my shitty cell phone - Frank Reader, and John Douglas. Yes, I was that close.

TT the Bear's hasn't changed at all in the years since I left my 20's and part of my liver there.

This is my doormat.

I've been a very busy rabbit indeed.

Almost got laid off at the end of June - which would have been a first. I was finishing up with my job, training co-workers so they could take up the slack of my responsibilities, cleaning up my files, buying job interview clothes, and deciding how much of the severance check I could actually afford to blow on hardwood floors...and then less than one week before I was to be officially gone, two jobs opened up in another department, and the supervisor called and said "which one do you want?"

Like that zero hour call from the governor as you're getting strapped to the chair.

I will be making the same amount of money (actually more, since the union negotiated raise kicked in AFTER I was told I was going to be gone at the end of August - go figure), doing a job with LESS responsibility and stress. Huh.

Once again, I come up smelling like a friggin' rose. Ain't life grand?

hooray.