July 11, 2006
Last night we had Imo’s Pizza for dinner (thank you, Mom and Dad Z!). It was quite delicious. It’s been a looooooong time since we’ve had Imo’s, and it was very good. We did our usual: a mushroom and pepperoni pizza and split a house salad.
July 10, 2006
M has completed his Arena chair stand prototype. We have four seats from the old Arena that we’ve had since our old house, that are virtually unusable without stands. They’ve been hanging out in our ultra-small storage room in the basement, taking up way too much space. They’re funky because they’re rather large, and bulky, so you can’t stack them on anything, or stack anything on them. Constant source of frustration to me, the girl who likes to organize more than just about anything else.
July 9, 2006
July 8, 2006
Yesterday’s great day went to hell in a handbasket shortly after work. We were all waiting to see what the doctors would determine was going on with Uncle Cloyd, hoping and praying.
July 7, 2006
Yesterday was full of running hither and yon at work, doing this and that, and I have to say I am loving it. I love my job. LOVE it. I have fun, but I work hard, and I totally enjoy what I am doing. Having worked in non-profit most of my career, I was really struggling with the transition to for-profit and finding “the mission.” What am I doing to help people? At Red Cross, it was easy. First I was helping people who were affected by disaster, and helping people prepare for disaster, and making sure as many people as possible knew the life-saving skills of first aid and CPR and whatnot. Then I was helping people by encouraging everyone who can to donate blood. I still feel very passionately about all those things, by the way, and still adore the American Red Cross as an organization and encourage all of you who can to please continue donating time, money and blood whenever you can.
July 6, 2006
Last night Beano called and told us that if we went outside between 8:57 and 9:05 and looked in the northeastern sky, we’d be able to see the space shuttle Discovery.
July 5, 2006
Happy birthday to you…
Happy birthday to you…
Happy birthday dear America…
Happy birthday to you!
July 3, 2006
This morning, before departing for work, I shot a boat.
July 3, 2006
I am tired. Cleaning my house kicked my booty. But, the house is spotless, the clutter is busted, and I feel good despite being tired. It was a very productive weekend, to say the least.
July 1, 2006
It’s Saturday morning. Zozo is down for her nap. M is out digging in the yard (burying downspouts, not bodies). I am alone in the house, with the Beatles playing. I’m about to open up a can of whup-ass on clutter. Mwaaaaa haaaaa haaaaaaa (evil laugh).