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Well... This is cute. I have all kinds of work that I need to get done today, and I can't log into the remote server. And I can't get a hold of my boss. I've left him both voice mail and sent him a text message. Oh well... I guess that gives me time to update my LJ.
*Takes a call from her boss.*
Well... I still can't get into the server, but at least now my boss has confirmed that I am not a dumbass, and that it's something that our web hosting group has goofed up. He has given me their number and asked me to call them. Which I have done, and left a message for them to call me back.
Do you know why it's impossible to get anything done around here? It's because I'm forever being disturbed by two of the most adorable dogs in the world who are either chewing something they're not supposed to, wrassling all over the house and knocking stuff over, or butting their little heads under my arms and demanding that I pet them. Maggie is the current culpret, and it'd be cute if her ears weren't totally slimy from being in Jasmine's mouth. The REASON Maggie wants love right now is that I just cussed her out for wrassling Jasmine in the middle of my very small office and knocking into my chair. *sigh* It's a never ending cycle.
At least my hands and wrists are feeling better today. I was going to journal yesterday, but my knuckles and wrists were hurting so bad, I ended up taking some ibuprofin and having a 2 hour nap instead. *Get off me, Jasmine.* I had a really good time on Monday night, you see. *Stop chewing my hand, Maggie.* Siegfried took me to his kickboxing class with him and I got to be punchiest. *WHO brought my shoe up here from the kitchen to chew on?!* At first I was a little confused, and it definitely didn't feel right... But then the instructor (Was his name Jack? John? Something like that...) set me up to work with this very nice lady named Tiffany. Good lord did that woman know her stuff. She taught me some foot work and drilled me on different punch combinations, and figured out that I should box left handed. I think that this kick boxing stuff could be fun as long as my hands and wrists get used to it eventually so that I can go and do it and still expect to type the next day without fat fingering everything. *Stop WHINING, Maggie.*
Now I owe my youngest sister a letter, and I STILL need to get Christmas cards out, and *MAGGIE! It was YOU who was chewing the shoe, wasn't it?!... Let go of my shoe...* these puppies are driving me NUTS. I'm very tempted to lock them in "jail," but they'll never learn anything USEFUL or PRODUCTIVE. Not that I've ever had a productive dog, but you know what I mean.
ARGH!
*Takes a call from her boss.*
Well... I still can't get into the server, but at least now my boss has confirmed that I am not a dumbass, and that it's something that our web hosting group has goofed up. He has given me their number and asked me to call them. Which I have done, and left a message for them to call me back.
Do you know why it's impossible to get anything done around here? It's because I'm forever being disturbed by two of the most adorable dogs in the world who are either chewing something they're not supposed to, wrassling all over the house and knocking stuff over, or butting their little heads under my arms and demanding that I pet them. Maggie is the current culpret, and it'd be cute if her ears weren't totally slimy from being in Jasmine's mouth. The REASON Maggie wants love right now is that I just cussed her out for wrassling Jasmine in the middle of my very small office and knocking into my chair. *sigh* It's a never ending cycle.
At least my hands and wrists are feeling better today. I was going to journal yesterday, but my knuckles and wrists were hurting so bad, I ended up taking some ibuprofin and having a 2 hour nap instead. *Get off me, Jasmine.* I had a really good time on Monday night, you see. *Stop chewing my hand, Maggie.* Siegfried took me to his kickboxing class with him and I got to be punchiest. *WHO brought my shoe up here from the kitchen to chew on?!* At first I was a little confused, and it definitely didn't feel right... But then the instructor (Was his name Jack? John? Something like that...) set me up to work with this very nice lady named Tiffany. Good lord did that woman know her stuff. She taught me some foot work and drilled me on different punch combinations, and figured out that I should box left handed. I think that this kick boxing stuff could be fun as long as my hands and wrists get used to it eventually so that I can go and do it and still expect to type the next day without fat fingering everything. *Stop WHINING, Maggie.*
Now I owe my youngest sister a letter, and I STILL need to get Christmas cards out, and *MAGGIE! It was YOU who was chewing the shoe, wasn't it?!... Let go of my shoe...* these puppies are driving me NUTS. I'm very tempted to lock them in "jail," but they'll never learn anything USEFUL or PRODUCTIVE. Not that I've ever had a productive dog, but you know what I mean.
ARGH!
