January, 2001

  1. There’s Nothing Easy.

    January 16, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    Slowly but surely the new design is taking shape. I have so much stuff to convert over, on top of everything else that’s going on in my life.

    The new pool session has started. My house is a mess. (Granted, nothing new there!) And I have a lot of things on my mind, and one of those things has been constantly bothering me for a while now. *sigh* Nothing is ever easy.

    I guess that’s what makes life worth living though, right?


  2. Computers Suck.

    January 16, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    ‘Scuse me whilst I go reboot. *grumble* Damn computer!


  3. Pissy Techie.

    January 15, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    Working on a nasty little headache. I am not a happy camper. Say hello to the new design.

    Something happened to my original index page and it screwed EVERYTHING up. So bad that I can’t even fix it.Crap.

    The color of the sky suits my mood to a “t”. Grey. The day is grey, my shirt is grey, my mood is getting closer to black by the minute…..*grumble*

    So much for me getting all the pages redesigned at once.

    Crap.


  4. Happy Birthday, BWG!!! (And Anniversary, Too!)

    January 15, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY & ANNIVERSARY, BWG!!! 
    *mmmmwah!!*

    Ok, I am exhausted. It’s not even 10:30 am and I’m already running on fumes. I just didn’t sleep last night. Well, alright. I *couldn’t*.

    *sigh*

    My eyeballs feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets and roll across the floor. Hey, bossman? Can I go home now?

    *sigh*

    *Happy Dance* Ravens are goin’ to the Sooper Bowl! Ravens are goin’ to the Sooper Bowl!!!!!!!

    So stick that in your black hole, Oakland!

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    Had our first match of the 9-ball session last night. We lost. I lost by a slim margin…doesn’t bother me overly much, as I was playing rather well, and went on a nine ball run at one point.

    Dawgy and I dissolved the Tuesday team. We got real tired of only having five shooters and of said same five shooters having to shoot every damn week. He and I both got used to having the night off during the off session! We shot our last match last Tuesday…we figured what the hell, let’s shoot one week and disappear. I won, yippee!!


  5. Damn Husband.

    January 12, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    It’s Friday. The week is finally over. Hubby is at home re-re-re-working our network. He took a vacation day. I am at work typing this entry. Sheesh.

    Right now I’m tired, slightly crabby, and my mind is going around in circles trying to come up with a new design for the web page. Time to start up Corel PhotoPaint and get some of my work in order. Yeah, I think that’s what I’m going to do until I go home.


  6. Pray For Kaycee.

    January 11, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    Kaycee needs all our love and prayers. The chemo is taking its toll on her, as is her worry about her grandfather.

    Warrior, I shall pray for you.


  7. Cat and Dog.

    January 9, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    Ha ha ha ha! My friend Kristin just sent me this one:

    Definition of Cat and Dog

    What is a Cat?

    1. Cats do what they want.
    2. They rarely listen to you.
    3. They’re totally unpredictable.
    4. When you want to play, they want to be alone.
    5. When you want to be alone, they want to play.
    6. They expect you to cater to their every whim.
    7. They’re moody.
    8. They leave hair everywhere.
    Conclusion: They’re tiny women in little fur coats.

    What is a Dog?

    1. Dogs spend all day sprawled on the most comfortable piece of furniture in the house.
    2. They can hear a package of food opening half a block away, but don’t hear you when you’re in the same room.
    3. They can look dumb and lovable all at the same time.
    4. They growl when they are not happy.
    5. When you want to play, they want to play.
    6. When you want to be alone, they want to play.
    7. They leave their toys everywhere.
    8. They do disgusting things with their mouths and then try to give you a kiss.
    9. They go right for your crotch as soon as they meet you.
    Conclusion: They’re tiny men in little fur coats.


  8. Mmmm…Cheese.

    January 9, 2001 by raspberryvixen

    Bored off my patootie. Boss is out of the office, so I am blatantly taking advantage of that fact by surfing happily about the cyber-world. Actually, right now I’m taking the "Does Your Weblog Deserve to Die?" test.  Hmmmm.  Interesting.

    The new pool session starts tonight.  I’m actually looking forward to shooting again.  Joe refereed a playoff match last night and I was feeling real odd…it was my first time out to the bar since the last night of the session in the beginning of December.  I usually take the break between sessions in December to rest and relax and get caught up on my real life…things like my stitching, house cleaning, visiting the family and whatnot.  It’s nice to actually have almost a month long break between the sessions instead of just a week.

    Unfortunately, I also got really sick last night.  All last week, I was plagued by headaches and other general troubles.  I almost dragged hubby out of the bar last night by his hair…I made a quick escape out into the frigid night’s air, stumbling to the car.  I felt as though I were drunk…of course, I wasn’t-I’m mildly allergic to alcohol and can only imbibe in small doses.  Hubby soon followed.  Every bump he hit on the ride home was agony…it was all I could do to keep my stomach parked where it should be.

    Finally, he made it home and parked the car.  I barely had my feet outside the car before I suffered the final indignity and threw up by the side of the car.  Over and over again.  With hubby standing by, but far enough away so he wouldn’t get any on his shoes.  My face turned six shades of red in the darkness.  It’s one thing to be praying to the porcelain god in a bathroom with a closed door.  But to have someone standing there while you’re retching your throat out…horrible.

    And now, twelve hours later, all I can think about is chicken parmesan…or anything smothered in red sauce and cheese.