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27/01/2006 // 10:13 am
last night as i was leaving work, i was lysoling my keyboard because all but 3 of us are sick right now.
as i'm doing that, a bunch of text from an e-mail i got a few days ago in my g-mail account pops up in session window i had open. i'd never opened that particular e-mail at work.
and i can't figure out how that could have happened.
and i couldn't recreate it.
i have a suspicion... but i don't really want to go there. i checked everything out to see if management is spying on me. they aren't.
i'm supposed to go to a baby shower today. bring gifts and finger foods. the baby is actually a few months old now... i have no idea what to get it. how big are babies? shoebox size-ish?
you're not... super... fat
26/01/2006 // 12:47 pm
boys are cute when they try to put you into word traps that you'll never be able to escape from without accidentally saying that they're "super fat."
k3ith found somewhere to weigh in. i think his initial reaction was utter disappointment. so his bmi falls into the high end of the "overweight" category. mine falls into the low end of "normal" and most would probably disagree with that.
like, how much are you supposed to weigh when you're six feet tall with abnormally strong trunkal musculature anyway? and where does bmi allow for normal musculature? bone density? it's so stupid. says the physical anthropologist.
i hate talking to people about weight. theirs in particular. as long as you're healthy and happy, what difference does it make what the number is?.. you're still gonna look good.
elle est libre de tout ca
19/01/2006 // 12:41 pm
yesterday a coworker came to my desk to tell me that her daughter had added me to her list of favourite people on the weekend.
*blush*
kids and i usually have a mutual understanding (of total avoidance) towards each other. this kid is special. she's not quite five. her dad left her when she was little. her mom worked evenings until she started preschool. she's so smart. i really like her... so when her mom has to bring her into the office for a few hours after school when she can't get a sitter, i hang out with her. we play games, i let her do my work. my mom used to dump me at work with a coloring book, so i know how much it can suck.
last friday, we played catch with an orange that belongs to an absolutely heinous specimen in the programmer's hallway until the orange was about to kersplode, then we put it back on her desk (she's k3ith's office-mate) to ripen for the weekend. so much fun.
both my boss and k3ith are all "ohmygodding" over my natural ease with kids now... i'm just trying to have some fun. no kids here, thanks. ultimately, my goal is to make it on no less than 3 dozen people's 'favourite' list.
monday, i didn't eat all day. that night, i vomitted for no less than 10 consecutive hours. i think i lost 8 pounds. forget herbal detoxes, go for the untargetable food poisoning, or the easily overcome flu. i slept for almost 24 consecutive hours, but made it to work yesterday... i probably would have given up on the way to the bus stop, but k3ith did a drive by rescue... so i made it to work, and there i stayed.
the end.
too old to be anorexic, too young to have kids
17/01/2006 // 12:42 am
life brand juice tastes better coming back up than it does going down.
love,
heather