Archive for December, 2009
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Happy Birthday Princess Girl!
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Today my baby girl turns 15 years old. Yesterday she downloaded a Driver’s Ed app for her iTouch. Goofy girl.
Love you, Mom.
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Busy Busy Busy
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Princess Girl’s birthday is tomorrow. I cannot believe she will be fifteen. The time has flown by so fast. She made finals at Speech contest this weekend and got 5th place overall. Not too shabby for her only third performance ever. I am very proud of her.
This week we have two basketball games (one ON her birthday), two birthday celebrations, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Plus our regular events of cheer practice, tumbling, speech practice and having a life.
Next week we have three basketball games, an appointment in Iowa City (at 8 AM), an extra cheer practice, a hair appointment and New Year celebrations. Plus our regular events.
With all this going on, I do not know that I will be able to keep up on my blog. If not, I will be back after the New Year for sure.
With all this going on, I do know that I’m gonna need a nap!
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A Christmas memory.
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Tina took us out for our annual holiday lunch yesterday. I love this tradition we have built as a group. We enjoy each other’s company and some really good food. This year we even managed to snag the Wine Room.
I think it was a good thing we were in a private room; the flying monkey was a little loud. And leave it to the IT folks, we snagged a local wireless connection and piped in our own Christmas music through Pandora. I was a little creeped out by the knowledge that our waiter was keeping his eye on us over the security camera. Although it did mean he kept up on our drinks.
As we perused our menus Dave asked, “Amy, what did I get last year?”
I told him it was the Farfalle Alfredo.
When they served Jen a chicken Panini instead of turkey someone asked, “Didn’t you have to send your food back one other time?”
I told them it was the year we sat by the doors to the back room. They forgot the no onions request. It was the same year Dave liked the waitress and that other guy still worked with us. I did not mention that was the same year as the Red Hat ladies. But it was.
The next year we were in the far back room. It was not nearly as remarkable of an event. Although that was the year Dave tried my Farfalle suggestion. And it was the first year I convinced everyone we needed to order dessert so I could have the chocolate chip banana bread. Yum.
Good naturedly, they all harassed me about remembering even the weird details about everything. They don’t realize each of them mention odd little things they remember too. I’m the one with the steel trap. I told them I know it is why they keep me around. I’m better than a notebook some days.
I wish that would help me remember what I meant to get at the store when I’m standing in the middle of an aisle while my list is still at home on the counter.
Thanks again for lunch, Tina. It was FABULOUS!
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Visions of Sugar Plums.
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That’s my story and I am sticking to it. On Saturday I thought, “I need to water the plants”. And I started a load of laundry. A little later I thought, “I need to water the plants”. And I took a shower. A little later than that I thought, “I need to water the plants”. And I wrapped some Christmas presents.
The plants did not get watered until Sunday when I had the thought they needed watered and I forced myself to stop everything else and water the poor things. You can imagine what happened to the thoughts of writing a blog post for today.
Princess Girl’s birthday is right around the corner and Christmas is too. I am as excited as a little kid and my attention span shows it!
See you Wednesday, maybe.
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Did I do that?
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We had a ‘Reply to all’ incident at work this week. Someone, in an upper-management position, sent an email to the three people that needed to be involved in troubleshooting an issue, and also to an email group that included 3700 other employees.
Oops!
You can imagine what this did to our email servers. And to my poor coworker who maintains and manages those email servers. To make matters even worse, several other employees, also at a supervisory level or higher, replied TO ALL that they did not believe the subject matter pertained to them and please remove them from the list.
Yeah, thanks buddy. Like we didn’t all know it did not pertain to us.
The icing on the cake? This particular email originator has played this same game three or four other times in the past. Unbelievable.
In our department we lovingly call these incidents Big Yellow Bus incidents because one time our marketing department started a contest regarding sightings of our new advertisement on a city bus. Each person that saw the lovely yellow bus replied to ALL in hopes of winning the contest. Between out of office replies and those helpful folks replying to all asking to be removed, they completely crashed the servers that time. Fun stuff.
I have had my own ‘reply to all’ infractions. No so very long ago a coworker was asking me for wording advice in an email conversation she was having with another coworker. She was having difficulty getting her point across without sounding like a witch. After several volleys of what she might say, I told her it was “Entertaining to watch from over here”… You guessed it, I replied to all.
You can imagine the truly innocent explanation did not go over very well from the other coworker. I can’t blame her. It would have looked suspicious to me too.
One brilliant suggestion to our email goddess this week was to completely disable the ‘reply to all’ function. Yeah, that’s great until the person suggesting it has to reply to 30 people on an email chain.
The moral of this story? Slow down. Pay attention to what you are doing. And for God’s sake double check your TO line!
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