>Okay, so its not great news, but it is interesting. It looks like I'm getting a new neighbor who is, as my landlord describes, " a couple bubbles off plumb".
So, the good news is I should have plenty to write about. Apparently he is moving in slowly…currently the only thing he has over there is (I only wish I was kidding) his stuffed animal collection.
Is it just me or is there somthin a little off about an adult male with a stuffed animal collection? Maybe I'm being too judgmental…I will keep you all informed. And I think I am going to invest in some curtains that aren't sheer, just in case.

>I really have got to stop drinking so much caffeine with dinner!
Anyway, it happened. I kind of knew it would. You know, in the back of your mind there is that little voice telling you–perhaps toaster oven pizzas for dinner every night for a couple weeks is not the healthiest choice. But, in 7 minutes you too can have a crunchy taste treat…anyway, it kind of crept up on me. In my defense, I basically wear pajamas 24 hours a day. I wake up, take off one set of pjs and put on one piece coveralls. So this weekend I put on "my big girl clothes". This is not in reference to size in anyway, but is more of a reference to growing up and not wearing pajamas. Well, my jeans were tight. Not "lay down on the bed to zip them" tight; just sort of, "uh-oh, I've been living on toaster pizzas and wearing pjs" tight.
Ruh-roh.
So after my morning toaster pizza (dude it was ALL I HAD) I scuttled off to the grocery store. "Vegetables, I need vegetables" I told myself, mumbling like a crazy person. So I bought some. And some fruit. And some super-colon-blow…I mean, bran cereal. I only stared longingly as I passed the ice cream-settling on plain yogurt instead.
This is not a big diet plan, this is "I only have so many clothes with me" plan. Besides, I was going to end up with scurvey if I didn't eat some fruits and veg soon!
For those of you unaware–yes, my husband did about 98% of the cooking. I REALLY miss him, I was quite the spoiled princess. 🙂
Goodnight ya'll

>I can't sleep. I can tell you right now this is probably going to be a lame blog posting. I feel the need to give adequate warning before the great ramble of '09.
There has been a bunch of stuff happening. So much so, that I keep thinking about how I am going to write it out. Lately I have spent too much time thinking and not writing.
I am going to start with the not so pleasant stuff and then move on to embarrassing personal stuff which I am well aware is WAY more fun to read.

The truly craptastic news is that my company had to do a reduction in force and although this is unpleasant for everyone the hardest part (for me anyway) is that my favorite administrator was one of the reduced. This woman was amazing at her job. The office will never be the same without her. She was the first person to meet me when I nervously walked into my new job "in the city" and I actually thought she would never leave. I am not ashamed to say I sobbed my fool head off on the way home–it felt like the end of an era! Lisa, you are loved.

Well, that was depressing. But wait, there's more! (This stupid economy is bouncing on my last nerve!) The next happy-ass ball of news is that …wait for it…my budget may run out of money and I may have to go home early.
Gack!
So. I'm pimping myself out (I'm sorry, promoting myself) to another budget in the hopes of a Hail Mary Play.
Don't worry folks coming to visit, I'm good through June.
I will let ya'll know more as time goes on.

Okay, so that's all the depressing stuff. I am going to make this one posting and put the other stuff in a new one.

>I have lots of things to write about, some good, some funny, and some bad. However, as I just wake up on a saturday morning all I can think is, "when did 7AM start to feel like sleeping in?!?"

>To clarify the lovely title of this blog posting here are our topics:

Centipede: yesterday evening I heard a shout from outside and then a sound of a shovel slamming into the ground. It was a centipede. And not a small one. Those things FREAK ME OUT.

Dead Rat: I live in the woods. There are rats everywhere outside (I think they play poker with the centipedes). I shall quickly describe a past event as a dog owner living in the woods of southern illinois my husband and I refer to as the “deer incident”. One evening after we came home we walked into the living room and there in bright living color was our two dogs, happily chewing on a dead deer. An entire deer except for the head. In. The. Living. Room.
They had somehow worked together to get the deer into the house through the doggy door. I am fairly certain they set up a pulley system. Regardless, this was definitely the largest woodland creature to make it into the house.
However, the site of a many-day-old dead rat with the icky tail dangling was also not pleasant. *gack*

The bright side cool thing that I got today is a magic jack. I kid you not, the thing works. I made phone calls from my house without standing at a weird angle and afraid to move. Cool as heck, but more on that later.
Goodnight all!

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Yes I'm at a bar; no I'm not drinkin! 😉

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I just thought it was pretty.

>Hello everyone, isn't it exciting that the end of the week is now here and sleeping in tomorrow (barring an emergency of course) is going to happen? I know. I am SO happy.
My boss was off today so my co-worker and I did the "please no fire, please no fire" prayer over coffee in the morning. Although in all honesty we would have been fine; but now its just funny to say.

It was a darn fine day except for the fire chief teasing me about my microscope melting. *sigh*
I sense I have not heard the end of this, but on the bright side I have a shiny new fire extinguisher provided by the fire department.

My neighbor has moved out and my landlord is back in the states. It is SO peaceful up here. I really think I made a good choice in apartments.

I hope everyone has a safe, fun, and relaxing weekend. I have absolutely no plans for this weekend but in approximately 3 weeks one of my best friends in the world visits (Erin) and the week after that my husband is down (Yay!) and the week after that my aunt and uncle are visiting (though they are staying at a hotel; I guess at some point in age and economic status it becomes awkward to "crash" on a couch. I am not there yet–I have no problem crashin' on any of your couches. *smile*).
So you see, soon I shall be inundated with plans and activities. And Uncle Tom, I am working on your ferry question; please be patient–we are totally on island time here.
Hugs to you all!!!
-H.

>My poor husband came home to a flooded basement yesterday.