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The last Friday in July (this year, July 27) is Sysadmin Appreciation Day (SAD), an unjustly obscure holiday wherein all consumers of techno-goodness are encouraged to recognize and reward the unsung geeks that keep our hi-tech networks up and running.

I posted a sign for this outside my cube at work, urging people to smile and hug anyone they saw from the IT department today but not tell them why. Because they are supposed to know all about this stuff.

In a completely unrelated corner…

Flame Fractals offer a feast for the eyes—eye candy in rich, pure colors set against a velvety, pitch-black background. Webshots member rajahh cooks up batches of fantastic Fractal Flames using Apophysis—a freeware Windows application with which you can design and render bizarre and wondrous digital fractal sculptures. See for yourself and decide what images you can draw forth from the chaos.

As for me, myself, and I…well…I have been totally socked. At work and at home, but in totally different ways. I recently finished a “real” sock. You know, one with a real pattern in it instead of plain stockinette or ribbing? It looks ever so lovely. Wonderful sock yarn . But it doesn’t fit ANYONE. Ahem. Adjustments to the pattern and a second attempt is in the works.

Picture this: I am sitting and muttering to myself, hubby looking over my shoulder at the pattern, the fully-completed-yet-soon-to-be-totally-frogged sock, and my poised pencil as I totted up the numbers for each section of the sock.

“It’s simple,” DH says. “All you have to do is add a few extra stitches in the ribbing area and you’ll be good to go.” He pointed to the main ribbing area, and reached to take the sock from me.

I look at him. He paused with his arm half-stretched over the sock. I think he may know that *look.* DH hasn’t knitted anything I know of in the past three decades and back then it was a six-foot striped scarf in garter stitch. I, on the other hand, have been knitting for over four decades (please don’t do the math) and have created and designed multitudes of sweaters, capes, hats, scarves. booties, slippers, afghans, Christmas stockings, and now, socks.

After a long pause, I responded: “If you would please stop talking I will be able to finish counting up, adding, dividing and adjusting the three different areas I need to alter the pattern to maintain the sequence of the lace patterning.”

“Oh. I guess you know what you’re doing then, huh?”

I nodded.

“You probably don’t need my help, then, right?

He got *the look* again.

Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?

Oops—I meant Falsies and Pasties – combined

Not all pasties have tassels and/or sequins. One kind is actually meant to HIDE rather than advertise. I think of them as false pasties. Hello. My name is Kali and my daughter is the reason I wear the latter.

With very few exceptions, all humans have nipples. In the female, there is a definite pupose for them: lactation, for example, and making clothes gap on button-front shirts. Erect nipples are also a natural state for many people. Sensitivity to clothing, temperature, arousal, etc. cause them to become more visible under clothing. Since today’s fashion police have determined that visible nipples must be connected primarily with arousal, erect nipples under clothing are often masked with padded brassieres in polite company. Nevermind that we have push-up and padded bras out your whazoo. Nipples are a no-no. DD is kind enough to ask me if I am cold or do I need a sweater to cover up. Embarrassing ones children is a perk for all who have survived raising them. Payback and all that. Because she is a delightful DD, I do try not to embarrass her in public all that often.

I do not now, nor have I ever needed (since the age of 13, anyway) padded ANYTHING.

Breast petals is one name for them. They are sorta flower-shaped, if you think of the daisied flower-power of the 60’s and 70’s. They mostly manage to camouflage my fashion deformity. I think they look dorky. Rather than constantly crossing my arms over my chest, I have begun wearing them under certain tops—the ones that seem to advertise NIPPLES in capital letters.

This company sells both cloth and silicon gel nipple covers AND “enhancers”—presumably one is for daytime and the other is for the frisky business customers.

Bulky sweaters are another option. Considering the temperature at work (chilled, not “conditioned” —as in, we go outside to defrost at least three times a day), I frequently resort to this option, keeping a neutral beige, long cardigan at work.

The power cord for my laptop was not here by noon yesterday as promised, so I checked for it in our FedEx account online. They had no record of it at all.

So I called the hotel to ask for a shipping # and discovered that it was STILL THERE.

Grrr! Grr! Gnashing of teeth.

Despite being set up for shipment Monday morning (actually, Sunday evening) it was still waiting at the Rocky Hill Marriott (do not get me started on Marriott. This is not my first aggravating experience with them!) front desk with a note saying it would be picked up later that day. The desk clerk got an earful and promised not only to be sure it went out, but to pick up the tab. Although it was not good enough, it was better than paying for it out of hubby’s FedEx account.

Another night sans laptop. Withdrawal symptoms increased to pity party status. In its absence on Monday evening I did three loads of laundry, some ironing, changed the sheets, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, collected garbage for trash pick-up, brushed both puppies, and groused a lot. On Tuesday evening we went up to NH for dinner with Jess, Conor, Leslie, Liam, and Aidan. Aidan was fussy a bit (he usually is around dinner time, Jess says) so got an upper body workout walking and rocking Aidan for over an hour (I did have to share him the rest of the time with his other grandmother and his parents). We stayed a bit later than usual because I was on a roll with keeping Aidan quieted and happy. It was lovely but I missed my laptop, my blog bookmarks, my ability to answer e-mail…

The cord arrived at 9:09AM today. I was at work. No help there. We had tickets to the local Lowell Spinners ballgame (they won!) with a local SnB group I have met. We had agreed to meet at the main entrance of the stadium by 6PM which meant I left work, got hubby, and went to the game. We got home just after 10PM this evening. Finally! To the laptop!

Properly sorted and filtered e-mail! Photos to sort through! Uck! It’s late!

The reunion was an interesting affair. I got a great deal out of it, but I lost something important as well.

In all the exhausting whoo-hah, I left my laptop power cord behind. The battery is three years old and can run for maybe a half-hour without it. All the photos were on it.

Major bummer,but…


He offered his FedEx account # to mother so she could take it to the front desk and have them FedEx it to me. I should have it tomorrow night.

Come on back then, y’all, y’hear?

And I really wouldn’t want to be left out, so I did it too.

Somehow, after having done it, I feel cheated. The result was not what I expected. It’s not like I have a porn site running here, but I don’t think it qualifies as the original Romper Room, either.

So I did it again, just to be sure.

Nope. Same result.

Free Online Dating

“No bad words found.”

Exactly what is a bad word? They have no list, but others who at least got a PG-13 rating could see what the offending words were. Every single one was taken in isolation, not in context. “Good thing you aren’t a dog breeder” quipped Monica to CCR’s post on her PG-13 rating.

I’m still thinking on how I feel about this…but my 15 timer just went off. It was set to remind me to get my arse back in gear (because I have company coming this afternoon!).

Instead of cleaning the house (because I have company coming), I spent my weekend digging in the dirt in my yard. I clipped a third of the hedges (I do them in chunks so I can finish the clean-up as I go). The new hydrangea-bush-wannabe got planted. The older, out-growing-their-pots cucumbers got put into a cleared-out section of the garden bed. Some things got watered. Some other things got weeded a bit. I Morticia Adamsed the spent daisies that were blowing in the wind.

I made peach cobbler for DH (he loves peaches!) from very ripe, juicy peaches using a blend of recipes from the Internet. I thought it was too soupy, but it does get less so after a few hours…not that there is much of it left!

Instead of cleaning the house (because I have company coming), I read a book (Good in Bed by Jennifer Weiner) which was every bit as delightful, funny, witty, insightful (and sometimes maybe inciteful) as my DSis said it was.

Instead of cleaning the house (because I have company coming), I finished knitting my DH’s pair of socks and, because there was more soft sock yarn left over and the movie that was on wasn’t over yet (even though I had seen it several times before), I started another pair of socks for our grandson…maybe this pair will fit him at least once before he outgrows them.

Instead of cleaning the house (because I have company coming), I decided it was past time to rip out the unproducing (it’s grown too shady where they are), straggly lilac plants that were on the side yard. We went to Home Despot and selected four matching Arborvitae that will eventually be larger than their current 18″ status, providing a courtesy screen of sorts between our yard and the neighbors. Certainly it looks neater than before, but a whole lot emptier at the moment, as well.

And then, instead of cleaning the house (because I have company coming), I rinsed a bucket of sand and dirt out of my hair and skin, ate the delicious stir-fry and grilled tuna prepared by chef hubby, poured myself a (large) glass of wine and eased down into the sofa to knit socks and watch and re-watch old TV shows and movies until bedtime.

The puppies got taken for a couple long walks through the woods over the weekend. They missed doing that recently what with us being so busy procrastinating cleaning house and all.

No, the puppies are NOT helping. They bring in mud twice as fast as I can shovel it out, which is one of the reasons why I had planned on giving them “summer cuts” (well, at least Duncan, anyway) so less sand and twigs and leaves can be caught in their snarled coats.

That didn’t happen, either. I was too busy procrastinating cleaning the house (because I have company coming).

It is amazing what can get done when you are procrastinating something else, isn’t it?

The company is family whom I have either not seen in decades or hasn’t been to my house in many years. One would like to have the elves just “know” they are supposed to show up and set to work, but they seem to be avoiding me. Drat. I am “afeared” the cleaning will be left to me with help from DH.

I have until Wednesday afternoon when I go to the airport to collect mother to clean the house, stock the cupboards, and finish trimming the remaining two thirds of hedges in the yard. Other family members will arrive later.

Mother expects to be taken to a local fireworks display for the 4th. Our town has chosen NOT to do fireworks this year. Nearby towns have some displays scheduled, but parking and finding a spot to view them is problematic when you aren’t a regular and haven’t spent most of the day guarding your location from out-of-town usurpers. I bought sparklers but I don’t think that will cut it.

I have this deer-in-the-headlights paralyzed sensation–what to do first?

I suppose I could just, you know, clean the house, because…well…because I have family coming.

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