oh, i'm kind of sad. this morning, it felt like the day before summer vacation (except for not really, right, suj?)...pretty exciting. still pretty exciting that i don't have to come into work on monday. but everyone here is so nice, and i didn't even think i would really miss them much. not that i'll miss them a ton, but there will be some missing going on....so many people stopping by...making sure they see me before i take off for a couple months...making sure i'm gonna come back after a couple months (hehe)... it just surprises me, i guess, that people care as much as they do.

don't get me wrong. i'm totally not working for the next 10 weeks. yeah!!

last night on the world poker tour, the winner donated all his profits to charity.  he won close to $1.3 million.

i thought that was nice.

it makes me happy to see that kind of generosity, particularly in the realm of poker.  fill in the blank:  if i made $1 million in a poker tournament, i would _______.

whenever i go out for breakfast i always struggle with getting eggs and bacon or pancakes or waffles.  pancakes and waffles don't come with anything else, so i never feel like it's a complete breakfast.  therefore, i hardly ever order them....BUT!  there's this restaurant that eric and i think is so great because when you order eggs and bacon they ask "do you want a side of toast or a side of pancakes?"  pancakes?!!!  how GREAT!  of course i'll have the pancakes!  (i think they might do this at ihop, but ihop is not so good.)  i only bring this up because i'm working at home (please note the lack of quotation marks) and i'm debating whether or not to make pancakes for breakfast....

my hands smell like garlic.  i forgot to get the smell off with stainless steel after i cooked last night.  not having a stainless steel sink sucks.  our kitchen sink right now is porcelain.  it's like having a bathroom sink in your kitchen, but bigger.  i can't wait til we get a stainless steel sink.

to fit an 11"x17" page in a 8.5"x11" bound report you...
 
1. fold 11"x17" page in half lengthwise, with the right side of the page on top.
2. fold the right side of the page in half in the opposite direction of the initial fold.
 
voila...the page gets folded to fit in a bound report without having to reduce the page to itty bitty print.  the great part is that it allows you to peek at the title block conveniently located on the bottom right hand corner.  they even have machines that do this kind of thing.  now for almost all of you, you probably don't care.  i, however, am dealing with inadequate folding.  can someone pleeaase tell me how hard it is to fold a piece of paper in half and then half of the half in half again?????  i wish i wasn't so anal.

neat-o.  user friendly formating.
 
whenever i finish a task at work, i like to reward myself with a break--check a blog, check my email, etc... when i finish a big task (or when i just don't feel like working), i check everything.  all my email accounts, all the blogs.  i even check my gmail account...(which i might get yelled at for having one because i think some people may have tried to get me to start one when they were first available).  regardless...i have a gmail account and i check it even though no one has the email address.  isn't that silly?
 
happy monday everyone.  begin two week count down of when i will be off of work for 10 weeks.

i found a michigan quarter! i had one when it first came out, but i lost it...and i almost just spent this one in the vending machine. phew!! i haven't been very good about keeping up with the new quarters. it's hard to collect them when you don't use cash. i hate it when you give the cashier change so you'll get quarters back, and they give you your change in nickels and dimes. argh. i want the quarters!!

this kid can't grow any bigger. there's no more room in my belly!!!! i thought it was crazy before when i could see little bumps here and there. but now...we're talking full on tummy distortion.

and i'm gonna stop talking about the baby. i sometimes feel like i talk about the subject too much, and i don't want people to think that i don't wonder about them. =( it's just so out there (literally), so i guess it's easy conversation, but really...what's going on with YOU? how are YOU doing? tell me about YOUR life because i really really want to know. so if you catch me babbling baby baby baby, feel free to stop me and change the subject. =)

people need to blog more. (perhaps this will make me more productive?) and my heights girls need to come back. we have no girls to play soccer with. and my random banter buddy is gone for soooo long. come back!!! (again, more productivity?) oh, and we need to stamp. august 7 is not so far away...

the doctor is pretty sure the baby's postitioned head-down right now (yay! we don't want a breeched baby - pray that he stays this way!) which got me thinking....i wonder what it's like to be upside-down all day. i'm thinking that it's not as uncomfortable for isaiah in my tummy as it would be outside of my tummy. anyway, now that i know how isaiah is positioned, i can name the movements: 'oh, that was his foot. that must have been his elbow. dude, his knee is protruding from my stomach.' you get the idea.

i am convinced that ice cream is one of the best ways to cheer people up. what is it about ice cream that makes us so happy? we went to my church's ice cream social last night and people were literally skipping in the parking lot. skipping like they were five year old girls. tangent: we got graded on skipping in kindergarten. how does that have any bearing on our ability to learn?

i just spent the last 10 minutes of my work day trying to figure out how to change the clock on my radio. i always forget how to change the clock. last time it took me a half hour to figure it out. i think i'm getting better.

i have a crate underneath my desk to prop my feet on while i work. my feet are looking like pillows with toes. i really need to get different sandals. the ones that i can fit my pillow feet into are brown, which doesn't really match a lot of my clothes. i wish a certain bunso hadn't broken all my black sandals. or stolen them. =P i used to have so many shoes. i tend to find them on my sister's feet months after i stop looking for them.

blah blah blah.

pointless blog.

i'm gonna go home now.

this is the song that i can't get out of my head:

down by the station early in the morning
see the little puffer bellies all in a row
see the engine driver pull the little handle
puff puff toot toot!
off they go

i am partial to gala apples. however, not all gala apples have the same texture or taste. why? perhaps the little sticker on the apples are not the rignt ones?

one a different note: don't you hate when people give you crappy work and then get pissed when you keep giving the work back to them with corrections? ugh.