I am completely freaked out about a telephone conversation I had the other day, and all I can do is wait until I talk to the right person and get the story straight. Phew, okay, that’s dealt with. I should freak out more slowly or something. Better now.
In the meantime, I’m the cic at work today and possibly tomorrow, everybody in tech has the crud, and I’m only finished printing out about 1/10th of my company Valentine cards. WHICH I’ll have you know I’m doing at home; I’m not scamming company resources to do it.
After sober consideration I have to give one to the CEO and the CFO, because both have them have spent money on food for me, and you have to acknowledge these things. And actually the CEO bought me beer one time when I tagged along for a drinking session (hrr…) so he’ll get a really nice one.
I have just learned that John, a family friend who is serving in Afghanistan, is going to receive the Medal for Military Valour for his role in preventing a suicide bombing from taking out his convoy.
This does not surprise me in the slightest. Anybody who goes winter camping recreationally has little to prove in the way of courage.
Sis-in-law Lois has wonderful news; she got to act as a doula for a birth in Brooks, and everything went swimmingly and she managed to get a dentist to pull two very unhappy teeth, so she’s expecting to start feeling really awesome really fast. Hugs to Lois!
In other news, I am slowly lining up my sleeping derangements in Toronto. I’m at Tammy’s on Friday and god knows where for the rest of the time.
Dr. Filk won six months of free VoIP so Paul is installing it. We’re going to keep the land line for the time being – after all that’s the pipeline for the internet, currently – but we’ll be having way cheaper long distance from now on. So if you live far away, you can expect to hear from me more.
For people I love who are in pain right now.
Also for people who are undergoing medical testing and things are not going fast enough.
Also for people who are in love with people who hit them.
Also for creative ways of dealing with all the foregoing.
More piggy pix for mOm. This stolen from The Sun online in the UK.
It’s been bally ages since I posted a decent picture of a moose. This was forwarded by Cousin Gerald. Cousin Gerald is, in no particular order, one of my favourite cousins, a cartographer, a granddad, a tireless scourer of the inertnest in search of cool pix for my blog, and a guy whom I’m yet to meet.
Yes, one of my favourite cousins is somebody I have never met! Can such things be?! Well, if a guy can travel 2500 miles to hook up with somebody with whom he’s been text messaging for 2 years, I guess so. There were four things that Cousin Gerald did that made me love him, even at this remove; he sent me a picture that was nothing but rebuses of band names, which required myself Keith and Kate to review it for about half an hour, as it was one of those puzzles that could only be solved with intergenerational cooperation; the expression on his face in any pictures where he’s holding his grandson; the way he now checks snopes.com before he forwards me stuff (some people never get this, and Cousin Gerald had no trouble….) and the picture he sent me of his workspace. Even if he never sent me another moose pic, I would still smile every time I see an inbound message from Cousin Gerald.
YES this pic is heavily photoshopped. That is indeed part of its charm.
By copy to the Toronto posse, I am COMING. I will descend upon you mid-February for a long weekend of insanity and mayhem, and then flee back to warmer climes.
Keith is one step closer to being admitted to Optician school. There’s only 15 spots so keep your fingers crossed.
And then you get a four part interview with Molly!
It’s been bally ages since I posted a pic of a collared peccary. These live in Patagonia Arizona.
We’re certainly getting a lot of February fog. Right now it’s burning off and you can see the blue sky peeping through to the west.
The bruise on my leg from where the muscle snapped is now a tiny little blue smudge. It’s still tender but I am not having any trouble walking.
I have finished the first draft of all of my coworker Valentines! There are 115 of them, including such heartfelt declarations as:
Love is like an hourglass, with the penis filling up as the brain empties. Happy Valentine’s Day to a ‘special’ coworker.
O Canada, where a culturally Christian atheist can send a culturally Muslim atheist a card which is in part the celebration of the martyrdom of some whacked out Christian saint. Happy Valentine’s Day anyway to a miraculous coworker.
There’s hearts and flowers, gifts and sweets to show my fond regard.
But I’m too cheapass for that stuff, so here’s your V-Day card.
Beer is cold, cocoa’s hot,
I’m sending you this
cause I like you a lot.
Happy Valentine’s Day
Now that’s a crapper. I just don’t see any aids to self-abuse.
Of COURSE! What kind of question is that? Please feel free…..