I’m hungry
…or how I ended up eating an entire jar of olives one night.
A test category to see if I can emulate short posts like the big microblog platforms.
…or how I ended up eating an entire jar of olives one night.
My last day at the Sheriff’s Office. Brandon made a post on Facebook. I’m not crying, you’re crying.
I miss ThinkGeek and their witty IT-themed apparel.
At every new job, I spend the first few weeks looking for “my” bathroom. The one that’s less popular, usually clean, and bonus points for a locking door. When I worked for the County, I found a candidate at the Data Center that checked all the boxes except for this glaring downside. I could not … Read more
Carrie just shuffled behind my chair on her way to the bedroom, unknowingly building up an intense electrostatic charge. She then reached out lovingly and patted me on the head, discharging 1.21 gigawatts into my poor bald spot. Now I don’t know math.
So, we’re in the empty parking lot and Ashley’s practicing maneuverability with the new car, when a guy pulls up and asks me if I do this (teach driving) professionally? Me: Ummm… no. Him: If I gave you a couple bucks could you teach my mom how to do this (referring to the cones)? Me: … Read more
For a while I thought this might have been the ultimate goof. Someone thinking that if the lights were on the outside of the house, they needed to be backwards (to them) so that the words were forward (for us). Like writing on the outside of a window, for the people inside. But then I … Read more
There is a distinct disadvantage to being a Programmer Analyst