This is how we do it

It was a bit of an odd day today. Check out the cloud that looks like a smoke stack. I watched that happy cloud for most of the morning. (Yes, I was getting work done. I got me mad skillz. I can watch clouds AND work. Seriously, I think I'm underpaid for this sort of talent.) Over time our odd little cloud spread out horizontally so it looked like the other clouds to the right and out of the frame of the picture. But for the first of the morning, seriously, freaky cloud.

Speaking of freaky clouds, spotted in the lobby and I could have sworn I saw him driving himself out of the building...

Lots of pretty people

Ok, for each of the obnoxious comments I've heard from our new neighbors, I've also seen just as many really cute friendly people. And, thanks to the new neighbors, we got us 8 firetrucks of firemen... mmmmm... firemen... and that's always a good thing.

Yeah, its a crap pic, but even TMZ didn't get better pictures of the gas explosion. Besides, when you see a bunch of people sitting on a curb being attended to by firemen (mmm... firemen), you don't want to take pictures of them. And, that's really all we saw of the situation. Well, that and a bunch of building security and parking valet attendants hanging out. Lets be honest, I could take pictures of that everyday.

Things that work

Ok, so there are like a zillion yarn shops in L.A. and online. But you need to go to Super Crafy. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Read this, then go buy something. If you don't knit, you can buy me something. I can always use more yarn. ;-) Besides, everyone can't have their lives solved by reality tv, so lets all pull for the little guy...litterally...he's only 3 months, he's pretty small.

In case I haven't chatted with you online about it, the local Sephora has been doing nothing except annoying me. Every time I go in there, they ask me if I need any help. If I'm gulible enough to say yes, they make me feel like I'm the dumbest person on the planet to ask that question. What question do I ask? Well, whatever question brought me in there....a sunscreen that didn't irritate my eyes, trying to locate my hair spritz stuff, trying to figure out an cool xmas gift for mom who has a weakness for goofy face creams....ya know, usual girl crap I know nothing about. I mean, this is a whole store of girl crap, you'd think they'd be happy to work with me on this stuff. Oh, silly me. And, they never seem to have what I'm looking for. Yet, I keep going back again and again. But now the cycle is officially broken. Sephora.com rocks my world. Everything was in stock, I scored free shipping and it showed up all purty-like in about three days....except for my hair spritz. I had to go to Bloomingdale's to get that. I know, you were worried.

So, despite my wicked work schedule, I still feel the need to make stuff. Actually, I'm thinking because of my wicked work schedule, I feel the need to make stuff. But, making stuff in a rather dimly lit bedroom is not a good plan. So, I invested in an Ott Lite. Ok, craftsters, seriously, with the 50% off sale, you need to go get one....so worth while. I'm vaguely pondering getting a second one. But, I think I need to wait until the next sale. They are a wee bit spendy.

Oh the Horror!

So, I could write about the unmarked parking lot behind Jack Sprat that you would never know was there unless you were told, in a speakeasy sort of way, since that's how parking in L.A. works....rumors and innuendo.

I could write about my new expensive take-out habit (see Jack Sprat reference above). I could talk about my knitting or my new Ott Lamp. No, what truly motivates me is my dog being bratty about putting on her pj's. Yes, I did just put dog and pj's into the same sentence. See, I have very skinny, very fur challenged animals (a.k.a. greyhounds). So, when the temperature dips down, they get light coats to wear. My room is mostly windows so we're a little insulation-challenged around here. And, since they won't sleep under blankets and I've caught Jane on more than one occasion tucked into a little ball shivering, they kids get coats.

Now, Dick is a weird one. He likes to wear stuff. So he isn't my issue. Jane, the gimpy old girl who finds all clothing offensive no matter what the purpose, is my drama queen. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the look she gives while I put the coat on her. But, this will have to do.


Oh the torment this one must endure. And yes, please note that princess sleeps on top of two beds since one does not do for the princess. She had hamburger mixed into her kibble and has her own custom covered ottomans to lounge on during the day thanks to gramma. Also, please note her lovely coat courtesy of the raffle at the NGLA picnic. If you have the means, I highly recommend you attend....a good time was had by all. I'm hoping to go stalk the Giley Girls again this year.

New Babies

The shower was good...lots of baby stuff for the mom'n'dad to be. But, as people took pics of people at the party and the happy parents opening gifts, I was very busy taking pictures of myself holding the newest baby in the family.

Isn't she cute? She's going to be huge, seriously.

Where did my appetite go?

Ok, seriously, karma has a wicked sense of humor.

I was joking last year when doing research saying "Why can't I have 'anorexia' as a side effect of my meds?" As I understand it, 'anorexia' is just another term of loss of appetite and let me tell you, mine is just gone. Its the weirdest thing. And, for those of you who know me or have looked at even one picture of me on this dear diary, you'd know loss of appetite ain't one of my issues. If anything I relate to Laurie and how she summed up her weight/eating issues. Hell, I even scored You on a Diet from paperback book swap a while ago. (No, I haven't read it, but that isn't the point.) Diets just don't work and I gave them up long ago, trading up to a life filled with yummy food and fun not to mention a bunch of image issues.

So here I am, forcing myself to eat. Its just the weirdest thing. But, I think I know why. [mental note, add image.] I recently switched meds from Advair to Qvar. Let me tell you, for a fashionable asthmatic freak like me, Advair is just a gift from the gods. Seriously. I went from 3 long-acting inhalers to 1. I no longer needed my rescue inhaler and I was able to just enjoy my life, like the commercial tells you. (Although that commercial did not let me ride a bike or go running with my dog 'cause Advair doesn't CURE asthma...just a note to those of you who don't really understand what exercise-induced asthma is....no, no issues here with people thinking I'm lazy or not trying hard enough. Nope, not at all. How did I get on this tangent? Back to my point...) But, my hands shook like a leaf and for someone who has to type and read and hand things to people and likes to take pictures, freaky shaking hands are not a good thing. So, I'm back to trying different things for the asthma. First stop - the long acting 'roids, Qvar.

Last time I was on the 'roids was the mighty brush fires of '05 and I still hold that only threat of death will get me back on prednizone. But, Qvar never did me wrong, so I'm trying this again. I bring up the brush fires 'cause that was the last time I lost my appetite due to meds. And, with all the meds I was on then, I couldn't eat anything processed. And I seem to be back to that again. I mean, in 2005, if I ate anything processed I'd litterally get ill. Now, its just not appetising. I look at my happy $2 Lean Cuisines and then walk over to the mall to have my $10 salad. And that's weird...when do I ever want salad? Yeah, I'm thinking its the 'roids talking.

There are donuts & bagels in the kitchen FREE and I'm sitting here with my $3.50 naked juice. Seriously, wasn't my idea...the 'roids made me do it.

Because the fam doesn't read the blog

I bring you the latest creation...I'm not sure exactly what's more fabulous, my knitting or my standing on my bed to take this picture with my cloud sheets serving as a backdrop. There's just so much obvious talent I can hardly stand myself.

As you can tell by this second 365 picture of baby goods, I've entered this new phase of my life...the baby phase. Now, don't you freak out thinking I'm pregnant; I'm not. Nope. No child. Seriously. Been on the same pills since I was 18 years old. Seriously. What I am saying is that I'm entering that phase in life where everyone around me is having children.

Truth be told, its a little odd. I mean, kids are cool and I dig them muchly. Its just weird to think that me and my Christmas-hat-wearing self is getting older, even if I refuse to grow up.

Night in the Office

same view as yesterday.....but with a bit of a glare.

Sunset from the office

View from Conference Room 4.

Does honesty count if its anonymous?

Ok, so I totally blame dub for this. And I find it fascinating, hence my talking about it again here. And I absolutely invite you to comment. Please...lets all talk about how fabulous and complex I am. Heh.

I find it oddly interesting. But, I'm not finding it interesting for the reasons I thought I would. Four people have tossed in their two cents. Two left their net identities, two didn't. The most recent person to comment, "anon," which by the way is an AMAZINGLY original identity, seems to be the sort to think they know me. I don't mind the less flattering descriptives. Ya'll know self-conscious only scratches the surface of my neurosis (even if I am a goddess surrounded my mere mortals). Nervous and tense are two words they chose and words I would only use to describe myself in very specific, very low points in my life...which leads me to think that I know who "anon" is.

Dude, just leave your initials or something...don't be that guy in the market who only says things when my back is turned.

I don't know. I try to understand how people see me. Sometimes I'm shocked at impressions people have of me, but that's mainly work people. Its a reach to think that people can see past whatever persona you have in a professional environment. And, lets be honest, most people just aren't that interested.

Arena (known to self and others) energetic, loving, self-conscious	Blind Spot (known only to others) bold, caring, complex, confident, extroverted, friendly, giving, knowledgeable, nervous, proud, silly, tense, trustworthy, warm, witty
Façade (known only to self) dependable, intelligent, sympathetic	Unknown (known to nobody) able, accepting, adaptable, brave, calm, cheerful, clever, dignified, happy, helpful, idealistic, independent, ingenious, introverted, kind, logical, mature, modest, observant, organised, patient, powerful, quiet, reflective, relaxed, religious, responsive, searching, self-assertive, sensible, sentimental, shy, spontaneous, wise

All Percentages

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Created by the Interactive Johari Window on 22.1.2007, using data from 4 respondents.
You can make your own Johari Window, or view radomile's full data.

On a Lighter Note

Enjoying the newly elevated temperatures...


But not amused at me taking pictures of him enjoying the newly elevated temperatures...

To Market, to market

Thanks doG work has two refrigerators. One that 99% of the staff uses and one tucked away in a corner that only 1% of the staff uses. And yes, if you had to guess, that 1% is me. Since I've been living at work, I've kept most of my food there as well. You need a Lean Cuisine or an Amy's Meal, I'm your girl. Its just easier & cheaper than relying on the 3 places in underground city. The hours nor the food are consistent and lord knows I can't miss a meal.

So, I'm at the market today loading up on such staples as english muffins, Nutri-Grain bars and the above mentioned meals. My coupons are out, my Ralphs card was handed over, the atm charge cleared and the parking validation wasn't working.

As I'm leaving I hear:

"There should be a sign about cel phones. People shouldn't be allowed to use them in here."

Excuse me?

"Its rude. These people are providing a service and you're on your phone. Its like when you're at the bank."

I have to go to work and this is the only time I can talk.

He had nothing else to say and really, I didn't want to get into a fight. My time was just too damn valuable for that and I'd rather talk to the sig. other than this jackhole.

There were a few things about this exchange that bothered me:

1. I'm not passing judgement on this guy's obvious alternative lifestyle, so who is he to comment on mine.
2. I wasn't holding up the line or moving slower. If anything, the chick in front of me buying one item took longer than my 20. And, by starting this exchange, this guys is the one holding up the line.
3. I'm working 7 days a week again. I can't talk while I'm working; my breaks are really random and I'm dealing with a sig. other in another time zone that will start traveling again next week to an even further time zone.

And he doesn't know any of that. All that mattered was his little editorial comment that he didn't even have the nerve to say to my face. No, he waited until my back was turned to start talking. My life isn't normal. But I like it and like I said in no. 1, I'm not judging yours, don't judge mine.

And people wonder why I hate everyone.

Workin' 9 - 5

What a way to make a livin'

Sorry, that song is currently stuck in my head. So yeah, enjoyed my Saturday from the view of the 37th floor. I actually got quite a bit accomplished since I didn't have to compete with anyone for the copy machines or answer the phone or any emails. But, more important than that was my break in Beverly Hills.

I head into the big 90210 once a month to go visit Chroma. And, although it is a fabulous make up studio, I rarely take advantage of that. (Seriously, go see Lisa. When she does do my full makeup I look so naturally fabulous its overwhelming. And yes, I really do mean that.) However, Santa decided that I needed makeup so after my usual maintenance we got makeup. I know, very exciting. But, I was looking cute (and btw, the hair is pulled back for the other part of the appt. and no, I didn't wear it like that all day) and got quite a few nice looks from people so maybe this makeup thing could work for me.

After that I headed down to Tiffany (finally) to have my watch repaired. The idea of going into Tiffany on a Saturday is usually more than I can stand but the weather was rather off so I figured it wouldn't be too crowded. My sweet watch is off to NYC tomorrow for its 3 week vacation in the big city.

Any for those you that aren't overly familiar with Rodeo...Tiffany lives in a "Collection" (not a mini-mall) called Two Rodeo. Its very pretty and is designed to look like a small street in any European country. But, let me ask you, do you really think this is necessary?



I mean, I know there are poor out of work actors that need the money, but really.

And lastly, here I am awaiting my watch's fate. They took him in the back and left me waiting long enough for me to get bored and start taking pictures of myself.

That doesn't look very comfortable

but Jane's happy.

Priceless

Airplane ticket = $759
Taxi fare = $42
Brochures for meeting with potential client = $61

Not looking like a nimrod carrying your wife's luggage = priceless

A little fuzz goes a long way

Yeah, she's fuzzy but I just couldn't resist taking a picture of Jane with that odd look on her face.

I was sitting on the other dog bed reading through the Sunday coupons eating dinner. Don't look at me like that. Its totally normal to sit on a dog bed eating dinner and reading through a paper from 3 days ago. Yes, we have tables and chairs. I was talking to Mom. Whatever, it makes sense. Stop looking at me like that.

Anyways, so I'm sitting there with Dick sticking his head under my arm reminding me in his oh so subtle way that his dinner is late. I mean, obviously I forgot since I'm eating and he isn't. In walks Jane, plops down on her bed and just gives me a series of the oddest looks. I think she was just basking in the glow that it is to be Jane since she's had a good Jane day. In her amazing Houdini-esque way, she was able to not only steal a box of croutons but also get out her coat. The croutons fit her usual M.O. so that's not really anything to write home about. The coat, however, is another accomplishment. I mean, we're talking a double strip of velcro and a hood. And this is with a bad leg that's really bothering her in this weather. So, despite the leg, it was a good day to be Jane.

Something in the water

Ok, so on the westside, really only one person lives here....you. Its all about you. If you want to be in this lane, if you want to be first in line, if you want to cross the street, its all about you; no one else exists. Watch people and you'll understand, odd but amusing to witness.

That is of course unless you want to get into your own HUGE driveway and someone who is too parking-impaired to park less than FOUR FEET from the curb takes the spot blocking your driveway.


Seriously, if I hadn't been at work for the previous 11 hours, I would have not only grabbed the camera but also the tape measure.

And you want to know what else? The owner of this car claims to be a Yale graduate. Seriously. They announce it on the frame of that license plate. If that's true, this school should be embarrassed that its graduates behave in such a manner. I mean, I have University of Arizona and honestly, no matter what I do, it won't exactly bring down the great name of the school.

But yeah, this is what greeted me after a long day...


I was seriously 2 inches from this jackhole's bumper the first time I attempted this. Silly me, I didn't want to jump the curb of my own freakin' driveway.

And people wonder why I favor small cars living in this city.

The New Kids

If you don't know what CAA is, just think about the kind of people who put together deals worth $200 million for David Beckham and you get the idea. For those of you who know CAA, yeah, the new neighbors.

Now, I'm genuinely happy that they've moved shop to Century City. I've talked about it before and its very cool. Watching my immediate area as well as the mall take a whole new persona has been really cool to witness. However, every good thing comes with a price:

"Look, here are our new neighbors. Aren't they precious?"

This being said in a sing-song sort of voice I use when talking about Lauren and how cute she looks in her new hat. Ok, if I were 9 months old, this would be appropriate. However, I don't care who designed your pants or how much you paid for them at Neimans, you're in Century City now, not Beverly Hills. Deal with it. You can be condescending to us all you want but you need to know that you're now one of us.

I mean, that's the thing most people don't realise about L.A....every little pocket of the city is totally different. Venice & Santa Monica are right next door to each other but the personalities and the people in the neighborhoods are completely different. The same goes for Beverly Hills and Century City. And that's weird 'cause many people who work in Century City live in Beverly Hills but the affect of the areas only split by zip code are completely different.

Example: Working in Century City no one knows or cares about what the labels are in my clothes or handbag. Working in Beverly Hills everyone knows and cares about the labels in your clothes and hanbag and will make an judgement about you in that instant based on the above two. And I'm not saying that Century City is better than Beverly Hills 'cause its not...its just...they're different.

But yeah, we're "precious" because for the most part, Century City isn't the land of large Hermes handbags and hand-tailored suits. But, I wouldn't be surprised if that changed in the next few years.

Seriously Freezing

Ok, I'm so not being melodramatic when I say its cold. I once knew a person who would often accuse me of getting cold looking at ice cubes. But seriously, do I need more proof than this?


Guess where this was taken? No, really, look at that frozen water stuff on the ground, now just take a guess. I can wait so take your time...

Would Scottsdale, Arizona be one of those early guesses? I think not. But, that's where I took the picture this morning. Part of Scottsdale Road was closed off and I saw this while waiting in line at the light to turn left. Freakin' ice. It was in the 20's while I was there. Hello? This is supposed to be the high season. People are supposed to flee cold climates for the desert. Asthmatic freak right here...I don't need cold air messin' with me. I paid top dollar of my hotel room for ice? I did not see ice on the hotel webpage when I was making my hotel selection. I want my money back. Well, I'll pay for the jacuzzi and the nice fireplace, but I want the money I paid for a warm climate 'cause I didn't get any of that.

Cowboy up

Ok, when I was told "yeah, sit at my table...its the cowboy table" I didn't take it literally. I guess I should have.



Yup, this was on the wall next to the table. This is the center table across from the serving area of the kitchen...a spectacular view. As much as "Top Chef" or whatever that goofy Fox reality show is called, it is pretty close to how a kitchen is supposed to run. Watching these guys work was like poetry in motion and I really do mean it. "If you have the means, I highly recommend it."*

Unless of course you go the restaurant hungry, then I would say you should sit as far away from the kitchen as possible since you will eat or at least want to eat every d@mn thing that you watch being plated. I mean, everything looked amazing. Seriously. As luck would have it, at this point, we had been eating for about 24 hours straight so a vague sense of willpower (i.e. sharing dessert) was felt at the table.

*Ok, you really should know this quote and if you don't you should be embarrassed and ashamed.

Warning: Vicious Attack Dog

If you go to the ranch, you'll be facing this. I know. I feel the fear through the net. You shake just looking at this wild creature. And then there's the dog holding that odd red & blue tennis-ball-for-feet creature.

Yup, upon our arrival, Laslo was at his appointed back gate station guarding the ranch from evil. When your home is gated you must bark to let all that pass know you are in charge of the property and all neighboring properties. As we all know, bicyclists and construction workers are very threatening.

Love Muffin

Yes, this is the original love muffin. Isn't he cute? He has lots of ribbons and trophies and even won a chair...seriously. I don't know why he won a chair since its like a director's chair and its not like he can sit in it. I mean, why win something you can't even use. This dog show business is an odd one.

But yeah, the muffin of love doesn't like to stand still to have his picture taken so I'll try to get a better pic of him up. I mean, for a champion, he should have the best.

This is his sister...


Super cute and a total ball o' terror when she's excited to see you. Let me tell you, 150lbs of excited to see you can be a wee bit bruising. There are no two better guard dogs on the planet. You could put me into an unlocked house in any neighborhood and I'd sleep through the night.

But yeah, love the puppies...

Backdrops

Yeah, I know, my keyboard is pretty sexy; the Diet Coke can is a fabulous accessory, not to mention the extra pair of "comfy" shoes under the desk. Do I know how to compose a picture or what? I'm overwhelmed just looking at my masterpiece. Though, I have to say, the Hello Kitty eraser has to be the best part.

But, yes, here are the booties in their completed glory. The pom-poms took longer than the actual knitting of the booties. Though, you have to admit that pom-poms make EVERYTHING better. Seriously.

Its weird...I'm more tired today not working crazy hours than I have been working the crazy hours so I wasn't focused on taking any pictures at lunch, hence the gratuitous bootie pics at my desk again. Well, that and Bloomingdale's frowns on people taking pictures while they shop. So, there's that.

Any suggestions for a title?

Today was a weird day. I walk into one of those ASAP projects that you know nothing about until you fire up your email, where you look at the clock at 8:15am and then you look at the clock again and its 10:56am....yeah, one of those. Its been a long time since I've litterally lost time like that. But, I was being stubborn and really wanted to do something my way so I just had to not check personal email and just roll with it.

So, after the hours that time ate, I ventured outside. They're filming something at the not-yet-done building next to mine. Its not often you see production trucks in Century City (compared to downtown where they park on Wilshire EVERY DAY blocking AT LEAST one lane of traffic when I was trying to commute home at the start of rush hour, not that I'm still bitter or anything...) and here's the weird thing: they only seem to film in Century City in unfinished buildings. Remember Nakatomi Tower*? Yeah, unfinished Fox Plaza. At the time, that was like *the* building in Cenurty City. Now this one is. I mean, the amount of business being built around and dependant on this building is crazy.



That's my building in the background. In between the buildings is this pretty park area. You can see the wee signs asking us politely to stay off the grass until the seeds take root. Once everything is done is going to be pretty sweet. In the meantime, we just try to stay out of the contruction workers' way and wait for the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf to open up.


*Die Hard

3 + 3

Ok, seriously. I do understand my pictures are about as interesting as my life right now. I mean, I'm pretty much living at work and I can't really tell you about the interesting parts about work because of that whole work privledge thing. (Yeah, its a problem.) So, until that madness ends, you have to deal with boring pictures.


Technically, this is supposed to be one of the busiest intersections of the world. And, let me tell you, it certainly feels like it on some days. But, thankfully today was pretty chill.

Living in and driving around Westwood can often be a challenge...not just for the busy intersections but living with a lack of parking and tens of thousands of undergraduates. You think about that statement for a minute and then come back to the blog...

Ok, you're back...I mean, UCLA is a super tough school to get into. I had no chance in he!! of getting in (not that I wanted to go to college 5 blocks away from home). I understand there's a certain level of intellegence needed for acceptance. But, let me tell you, when you're trying to get your grocery shopping done, you certainly question the testing ability of the SATs.

So I start, as I always do cutting through produce to get to the first aisle I hit. Its the biggest aisle in the store to start, salad dressings and the like on your right and the whole produce section on your left. Standing in front of me blocking this HUGE opening are three, count 'em three boys, seemingly freshmen (they tend to travel in packs) pondering ONE bottle of ranch dressing.

Dude, I couldn't make this stuff up.

So, I make my way around the market dodging adults and students alike and end up in a checkout line. Again, a different experience in Westwood. Like it takes three boys to pick out a bottle of ranch dressing, in front of me were three girls buying a bottle of vodka. When I saw the line next to me open up, I jumped into it. Getting behind the junior buying water and fruit is a hellevalot faster than standing behind three girls (one of which *may* have been 21, but I woulnd't bet the fake id on it) buying a bottle of vodka.

I don't get it...

Where did Christmas go?


Sorry Dick, we had to put Christmas away.

Tonight we took down the tree. Yes, I know, its like a week later than everyone else. But, you have to have a pretty-much-dead-Christmas tree to have a regifting-post-holiday-nothing-homemade potluck. I mean, duh. Where would you put the presents?

But yeah, the regifting-post-holiday-nothing-homemade potluck is over so its time to get the fire hazard, eh, tree out of the house. Gramma was kind enough to help. So, that was cool. Tomorrow I put everything else away and the holidays are officially over.

But remember, the season isn't over until Mother's day. And with Michele back in town, who knows if we'll even end the season there. I foresee much change; I think 2007 will be an interesting year.

And if you understood that last paragraph, you know me WAY too well. And if you don't, stick around. This could get interesting.

The Many Faces of Jane

She looks like she's sleeping. She's not. But, she does want you, dear viewer, to think that. This is her f-you face. Its not cold. There's no reason for her to be curled up like this. But, if you ask her its a whole other story.


Stupid mom. She works all week and then disappears ALL WEEKEND. Yeah, she feeds us and we played yesterday. BUT SHE LEFT...FOR HOURS. And then nice people were petting us for about an hour last night. But she's been GONE ALL DAY TODAY. When gramma's gone, mom's supposed to be HERE. And she wasn't. So piss off. I'm not even going to look at you.

You're going to hear this often

but it doesn't make it less true: I'm heading into a HUGE project and my hours are going to be challenging. I know, I know, its just an excuse, but seriously, its HUGE.

To make up for my abscence yesterday I bring you two rather HUGE events from today.

Ok, so I'm sitting at my desk just working, working, working.

This is Jenna.
"What's going on in the building?"
There's something going on in the building?
"Well, look outside, there are firetrucks everywhere."
[looks outside]
Wow, there are alot of firetrucks. Do you want me to go talk to security?
"No, just call them."
Ok, I'll call you back.

"Security."
Uh, yeah, what's going on?
"There's a fire in the north tower on 26."
Which tower is that? 20-- or 30--?
"30--"
Cool. What should we do? Anything?
"No, stay put. The elevators are locked down and we'll make an announcement if we need you to evacuate."
Ok.

So I relay that information.

Here's my view. Please note all the dots are firetrucks as seen from the 37th floor.


Oh, and I couldn't even get all the trucks into one shot.

Yeah.

Ok, number two ....


Super cute. That was my chair when I was her age so I just couldn't resist a shot when she felt comfy enough to just hang out and take everything in. Seriously, cutest cheecks ever.

Yes, I know. On both counts I should have had my real camera. But, heading into work on a Saturday for a full day...I didn't really think I'd have much time to shoot. So yeah.

Its not cheating

when you're at work until a smidge before 10pm.

I love my tub. So I share the love with you.

But, truth be told, I love tubs in general. Its become a bit of a hobby to take pictures of bathtubs. Its a new thing and yes I find it as amusing and odd as you do. But, before you start making fun of that, I could air some dirty laundry on some people who take equally odd pictures of things. So, this is my oddity. I'm ok with that. So, my odd for your amusement.

Today Was a Stressful Day

So I did what every intellegent 30-something would do, I knitted a pair of baby booties for a friend who just had, you guessed it, a baby. Yeah, that was taken at the end of my lunch break so no, at the time, they weren't sewn together. So no, they're not different sizes, I'm just too retarded to fold them right and hide all the end strings.

But, as I was knitting away my stress I was thinking about a rule I had at another job. I had an asthma attack/yelling rule. If your actions cause me to have an asthma attack or if you yelled at me for no good reason, I got to take an extra break. Now, if I deserved to be yelled at or if I was just feeling unwell, for just natural causes, that was my own d@mn fault and no extra break for me. But if you were mean or caused me harm, I got to close the door to my office and just chill and figure out how to do my job well eventhough you're psychotic.

So yeah. This job is much happier and I seem to have gotten my asthma under control so we don't worry about that anymore. But, its still amuses me that I knitted a pair of baby booties at lunch....especially since I was wearing 4 inch heels that were making quite a few friends today.

Today Was A Good Day

The sun was shining, the outfit worked, the leftovers were tasty. Hope was high for a fabulous day. It was my first day back after San Francisco and a wonderful birthday.

I had a bit of a surprise at work but, not to allow it to ruin my day, I took a picture from my desk. I was going to wait until the windows were cleaned to share this view with you but I needed to remind myself how good I have it....I have a pretty outstanding view from my desk. L.A. in all of her glory is spread before me. The Hollywood sign is teeny tiny in this picture, but its pretty easy to spot with the naked eye. But, I was more taken with the view of the full moon. So, enjoy...

A New Era

In the spirit if my goals (NOT resolutions) for 2006, here we begin the 1st picture of 2007:




This is the kitty who runs the neighborhood. I don't know his name as you can see he doesn't wear a collar. He was quite chatty tonight, which isn't usual. What is usual is that nothing and no dog scares him. Cars, people, dogs and cats are just annoyances in his world. And, from what I hear, he kicks some serious kitty @ss. So yeah. Here's kitty; he likes to hang on our back wall.