Define Interesting
Dec. 16th, 2006 12:09 amWriting
Revisions: 91% complete. Not bad, considering it took me two hours to revise one page. Of course, I've saved the hardest 9% for last, so I still have a bit of work ahead of me. Don't expect to see my mug around here much this weekend, heh.
Everything Else
Today was BDD (Bonus Distribution Day) at hubby's work. Not allowed to discuss the amount, but I can tell you it's enough to pay our mortgage for 6 months, so...yeah. Very happy about that. Plus hubby got moved up into the next highest bonus pool, so when he comes back, we can expect even bigger bonuses. Yaay for corporate America!
Interesting thing #50: Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with 50 (let alone 100, my original goal) interesting things about yourself that you don't mind if your mom, your priest, and your wacko blog-stalker know about you? (Well, okay, only the stalker actually reads my blog, but you know what I mean.)
I wish I could go out with a bang, but frankly, I've been scraping the barrel for a while now (remember that vestigial toe thing?), so I'll end with this tidbit. I once lost a bet to a coworker and had to curtsy to him every time I saw him for a week. I later married him (hi, hubby!). Heh.
Revisions: 91% complete. Not bad, considering it took me two hours to revise one page. Of course, I've saved the hardest 9% for last, so I still have a bit of work ahead of me. Don't expect to see my mug around here much this weekend, heh.
Everything Else
Today was BDD (Bonus Distribution Day) at hubby's work. Not allowed to discuss the amount, but I can tell you it's enough to pay our mortgage for 6 months, so...yeah. Very happy about that. Plus hubby got moved up into the next highest bonus pool, so when he comes back, we can expect even bigger bonuses. Yaay for corporate America!
Interesting thing #50: Finally! Do you have any idea how hard it is to come up with 50 (let alone 100, my original goal) interesting things about yourself that you don't mind if your mom, your priest, and your wacko blog-stalker know about you? (Well, okay, only the stalker actually reads my blog, but you know what I mean.)
I wish I could go out with a bang, but frankly, I've been scraping the barrel for a while now (remember that vestigial toe thing?), so I'll end with this tidbit. I once lost a bet to a coworker and had to curtsy to him every time I saw him for a week. I later married him (hi, hubby!). Heh.
no subject
Date: 2006-12-16 12:46 pm (UTC)Evil corporate entity, which is the biggest in the country if not the world, won't even pay for a Christmas lunch for all of us. We're doing a potluck for ourselves.
I am thrilled that the money came your way. That will do a lot to ease some of the burden while your husband's gone. This is an official good thing. :)
no subject
Date: 2006-12-20 12:27 am (UTC)