Monthly Archives: March 2009

empty!

Look! It’s the closet in the office! And it’s empty!

We actually  made some pretty decent progress packing today. More to come…

March 28 2009
also, I must apologize for the poor quality of this picture. I left my camera at work yesterday, and won’t have it back until Tuesday, so I’ve been using my cell phone’s camera.

Korean grill

A bunch of us went out to dinner tonight at a Korean place in Westboro. It’s one of those places that has the grill in the middle of the table, only for some strange reason, our server did the cooking for us. Usually, you get to do it yourself. I wonder if they had some problem where someone ate undercooked pork or set themselves on fire or something.  The food was still tasty, though.March 28 2009

suppertime

It’s suppertime.
Yeah, it’s suppertime.
Oh, it’s sup-sup suppertime very best time of day.

It’s suppertime.
Yeah, it’s sup-per time.
And when suppertime comes can supper be far away?

Bring on the soup dish, bring on the cup,
Bring on the bacon and fill me up.
‘Cause it’s supper
Supper, supper, suppertime!”

can’t say I didn’t warn you.
March 27 2009

symbols

Don’t know why I was looking at the ground again today. Anyway, spotted this little arrangement:
March 26 2009
If this were a Stephen King story, this symbol would pop up all over the place and have some strange sinister meaning. As it is, it’s probably a standard surveying sign or something equally pedestrian. 

youch!!!

I had to have some blood drawn yesterday. No big deal. As usual, when they were done they taped a bit of gauze over the spot.

And then last night (because I’m a big baby), I asked Doug to take the bandage off for me, and do it quick. Which he did. Only the %&$* tape took a patch of my skin with it!
March 24 2009
See? the spot on the right is the bruise from the needle, to be expected. The red area on the left is where my skin used to be. And that’s just not right.

chores

I don’t mind folding laundry. I think it has to do with the idea of starting with something messy or dirty, and ending with something neat and clean. I don’t mind washing dishes either. Doug hates folding laundry, but it works out OK–I hate emptying the dishwasher.
March 23 2009