Author: lizardek

We weren’t prepared for Karin. I joke sometimes that if we’d had her first, she would have been an only child. Anders always gets upset when I say that, though. We had it so easy with Martin when he was a baby, that we thought we had the baby thing aced. Karin pulled the rug out from under our parenting feet. She hit the ground running and her motto is still full speed ahead. I wrote this about her when she was 2 years old: Karin makes me so upset because she screams bloody murder when she doesn’t get her...

Only one more needed to get to the amount of usual suspects on the ever revolving pregnant list of people I know. C’mon galestorm, are you SURE you don’t want to join in the fun? muahahaha!! I am SO NOT IN THE MOOD to work right now. Or be at work. Or do any work. at work. I’d tell you how I really feel but then I’d have to go lie down. So, instead of working, I’ve been surfing the web (what else?) but haven’t really come upon anything funny or interesting enough to share. I am, however, just flabbergasted...

The kind of thing I have to proofread: This function tells the FTP component that the FTP Client wants to communicate to the indicated FTP Server, referenced with the ‘BtAddress’, ‘ServiceId’ or ‘ServiceName’. Neither the ‘ServiceId’, nor the ‘ServiceName’ are mandatory, thus either ‘ServiceId’ or ‘ServiceName’ makes a service unique for a particular Push Server. The specified ‘ConnectInfo.MaxObexPktLen’, is negotiated with the FTP Server. A connection can be established with a packet size smaller than or equal to the ‘ConnectInfo.MaxObexPktLen’. If ‘ServiceId’ is specified, the connect request can be confirmed positive, meaning the particular service was found, or negative (service...

We used to do that with dandelions in full bloom. Hold them tight just under the blossom and sing: “Momma had a baby and her head popped off.” And then we’d flick our thumbnails upwards and sever the flower from the stem. Pretty gruesome, when you think about it. I wanted to flick my thumbnail up and pop off my own head this morning. Woke up with the Mother of all Migraines and couldn’t move for fear of my head doing a nosedive to the floor all by itself. I was in full sympathy with carrieb‘s desire to pop out...

First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who commented on my earlier post today. It’s nice to know that people notice and care when something bad happens, even if it’s just shit at work making me crazy. Because I didn’t have time to post during the day and was uncomfortable writing about it while AT work, I’m a little behind on commenting on my friends’ entries, so: reebert, your new haircut is flattering and gorgeous! 🙂 jes6ica, isn’t proofreading fun? Chemical intelligence sounds like what most drunks have. jema, we’re reading Lovely Bones for book club...

WHY do I have to tear up or cry when I get REALLY mad?! I’m so pissed at work right now I could scream.

Nearly every morning when I drop Martin off at school, a crowd of little blonde girls comes running up to him. The other boys on the playground are playing 4-square or kicking a soccer ball around or wrestling and the girls pretty much totally ignore them. When the girls have birthday parties, Martin is the only boy they invite (besides their brothers). When HE has a birthday party, I have to remind him that at least a couple of boys need to make the invitation list. Last week when Eva was bringing her two boys to choir and told them...

Despite my promise to myself to take it easy and not do too much today, I still managed to clean up the majority of the pigsty we call home, do three loads of laundry, go grocery shopping and finish the 2004 calendars for the AWC website, plus ordered 2 Xmas presents online, so I’m feeling pretty damned accomplished. Hadn’t noticed this, but Mom warned me that Putnam is in the middle of some huge scandal involving trading violations. 🙁 All my pension money from working 10 years in the U.S. is in Putnam mutual/IRA funds. Of course I haven’t been...

Several of my online friends are getting started on their Great American Novel thanks to National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as it’s affectionately if unpronounceably called. The peculiar thing is that in reading about all their preparations and such, I’ve had absolutely NO desire to join in this phenomenon myself. The reason I find this peculiar is because I started this online journal with the intent of kick-starting my own writing again. However, since I work best on short pieces and poetry, I guess it’s not all that strange. Plus, the idea of adding another commitment to my already...

Came home yesterday from work to find our pumpkin sitting in the window wearing a veil of grey and white fuzzy mold while one side of his face was sunken in like he’d had a mild stroke. sigh. We still have one in the garage, but here’s betting it’s rotten too. Pumpkins make the loudest thump when you drop them into the garbage container. Halloween, however, was the biggest success and so much fun, thanks to the capability of my friend Debbie to transform things for everyone around her. She literally turned a neighborhood in Ljunghusen, Sweden into a suburb...