Random things in my head.

I dislike ants. ‘specially when they are crawling over my sofa. En mass. Boo.

I am fond of Redi-burger. I think it reminds me of summer lunches at the lake. Gramma would bring a big plate of redi-burger sandwiches down with lettuce, walla walla sweet onions and tomatoes. Sitting in the hot sun, the smell of those big black rubber intertubes, the sound of the water lapping against the side of the dock… some of the best memories of my childhood.

I love the commercial from Powerstrip with the two boys cussing all the way through. I don’ t know what it is but it makes me laugh crazy.

I am equal parts terrified and ambivalent about getting back surgery.  Note: Ask the doc what percentage of success is for this type of surgery is.

I miss talking with my Kitten. I feel very alone in the evenings without her on my IM, listening to me chatter away about whatever happens to cross my mind.

I feel good after having helped my Aunt tonight with her blog.

My wii is flashing at me, which means I have some boring note. I will go read it between commercials.

I need to make more lists. Or maybe lists of my lists. How about a todo list on how I should create more lists?

Or possibly just more time to get my lists done so I don’t have to keep making new lists. Yeah, that would be awesome. I’m for that plan. That’s what I’ll do!

Just gotta find the right list to put that on…

Monday for lunch, Kristen with a K and I took new hire Jason to lunch. We went to High Street Pub because one, it’s close and B, I like their veggie burgers.

So we sat down, waited an appropriate amount of time to get noticed by the waiter and ordered. “Veggie burger please.”

Our waiter sat down beside us, the expression he was sporting was looking bad for me and my tasty burger. “We don’t have veggie burgers. You see, they’re re-working their plant so there are no veggie burgers right now. And no Boca Burgers either. Everyone is buying those up so they’re off the shelves. So…”

“So no veggie burger.”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

So I ended up with a hummus plate, but still. No veggie burgers? I was distraught!

Of course I called my mom the next day. “Mom, no veggie burgers!”

She told me that it happens, that the factory sets the same footprint, making x amount of one product before resetting for the next product, but if supplies happen to run out before it’s set back to that original product, people have to go without or learn to make them from scratch.

I told her I’d had a dream that I’d gone to the High Street Pub and showed the Chef there how to make the veggie burgers we made as kids. She laughed and said they’d probably taste a lot better. “You made a good burger,” she said.

I love my mom.

She’s the only person I know that laughs at the idea of me cooking in my sleep.

Right after my last update on this thing, my domain was hijacked by … well, let’s just say alls well that ends well. Or some such.

Am going to NYC for a week, which is nice. I haven’t been back there in a while. I’ll see some friends and go to a couple shows and otherwise spend a lot of times in meetings.

Then from NYC it’s straight to SFO where it will be no business only pleasure. Bishie bonzi!

I bought a new bed. A temperpedic adjustable. Omg I feel old now. But I’m sure it’s going to be a back saver.

Anyway, I also updated the platform for this blog and it made strange little characters appear. That’s fun. Yay for updates.

Time for editing, and then perhaps some sitting like a slug on the sofa while watching the pretty images on the square box.

My parents are back in the states. This is a good thing. I’ve really missed being able to pick up the phone and call Mom with any little question that happens to pop in. Like… how many 1/4 cups is in a quart. Seriously, these things come up.

There’s something to be said for being a low level hack at a job. All you really need to do is be on time and do what you’re told. Truth be told there’s a certain kind of peace to a job like that.

And by peace I mean no stress.

Mom, at the peek of her worst days, would email me the temp secretary positions out of the online help wanted ads and ask me if I thought they would mind her doing her nails while she answered the phone.

I kept telling her she’d lose her mind to boredom in a week. But maybe now I’m starting to see the lure of just showing up.

Now I’m off to figure out how to make this thing look pretty. Wish me luck.