O. M. G.

I'm on Survivor STX.
Or so it feels. My Wifi is down, both Sprint and AT&T phone service is down (on the west side of the island), roads are flooded, my power has been more out than on, bedroom roof is dribbling water as if there is a sieve instead of a roof, and the bathroom is just straight pouring in through the (supposed) ceiling.
There isn't a hurricane...just a tropical storm that is probably going to turn into a hurricane after it passes by us.
*giant freaking grin*
I still love it here though.
And before you ask, no, I don't even officially HAVE a job here. Just still pounding along as an independent. The hard part is most of the time I feel like I work for "the company". But, have a big one-on-one meeting with the new director on thursday. I awkwardly asked my current boss if it was appropriate for me to ask (beg, whine, you know...) the new director about hiring me. Both the sarcastic co-worker and my boss looked at me as if I were insane and said (I'm paraphrasing here), "uh. yeah. That's what the meeting should be about you dumbass".
So. Its still raining. I still have no way to post this. But I will send it tomorrow.
Love ya'll.
Muah!
-H.

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Happy Sunday

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Nothing of import....

1. Someone walked into my office today and said, "someday, the earth is going to open up and swallow this refinery into the bowels of hell, and I will be like, what...what was in the virgin islands?...." then left. I've had days like that, but never been that eloquent.

2. Can I ship a coconut from the virgin islands?
I honestly don't know. Maybe....

3. Remember the story of the rat? If I were smart I would link that post to this post, however I usually write these from my phone so I am not that savvy. Anywhoodle, the basic plotline was at one point my apartment had a rat trundle through the living room in the middle of the night and the dogs didn't care. So off the the animal shelter I went and got Greebo the hellcat. He. Kills. Everything. And haven't seen anything since. So today I got home and the husband told me he found a dead rat under the fridge. He had noticed Greebo staring at the fridge and, well, that lead to an investigation and he found a dead rat. I asked him, "did the rat die of poison?".
He replied, "uh, no...it had a hole in it."
"Good Kitty." I said.
Glad to know he is earning his wet food. Doubly glad I didn't have to deal with any of the ick.
Alright. That's all I have for this exciting friday evening of television. :D
Goodnight!
-H.

Well. Today was eeenteresting.
Got to work after being out sick yesterday (hey, cut me some slack, I worked some from home and felt like boiled hell) found out I had a meeting in 2 hours that I was supposed to lead.
Mmkay.
Then my boss indicates (tells) me that sometimes I am all over the place in meetings and that is okay cause it is part of my style. (Yes people....ADD can be a style, oooooh shiny, what's that, wait, what?) But maybe this meeting I should have an agenda.
*blink*
All in all I had a pretty good day. A wee bit hectic, but I'm getting better at prioritizing.
I certainly have grown up, matured, no, wait, better description...gotten old in the last year. I realized while searching in vain (boss found a copy-so all was not lost) for an email sent about 15 months ago that I had a certain immaturity to my emails which, while adorable AND hoolarious (to me), probably wasn't appreciated by everyone. *shrugs*
Interesting sidenote: I no longer cower in fear in regards to upper management. So, that's a plus. I am calling that a win for tonight and going to bed.
Additionally, just to give ya'll a mental image of my maturity level, in today's meeting I pointed at the man who claimed he didn't receive the email I sent 15 months ago and said, "I CALL SHENNANIGANS ON THAT, SIR!".
Hell. At least I didn't say bullshit.
Maturing here people. Every. Freakin'. Day.

okie dokie...

So, today was just a day...July 6th to be exact. Woke up, thought, "ugh" sat down, my husband made me breakfast, then in order to kill just a little more time before driving to work, I put on eye-makeup. You'd a thought I murdered a puppy and wore its head as a hat. Sarcastic co-worker states, "why do you look so shiny". Random firefighters, "what's wrong with your face". Decently nice co-worker, "So....what's up with the eye makeup."

Since regularly wearing any kind of makeup on this island takes a level of dedication I do not have (hell, let's be honest, I didn't have that much make-up dedication even when I didn't live on an island) it makes quite the impact when I do. When I was a teenager my mother would wake me up early for school so that I would put makeup on. *blink* So my bleary-eyed, never get enough sleep teen-aged self would drag some liquid liner across my eyes (in a wobbly line I am sure), scrape some mascara on my lashes and hope to pass inspection. Yes, you guessed it; while other teenagers were rebelling by wearing excess makeup I rebelled by washing my face. So there!!! :)

Wanna know the worst part? I totally look way better with makeup than without. Stupid parents are always right. :)

Anyway, nothing too exciting happening today, but tonight when I came upstairs to listen to some music with headphones (sharing an apartment is WAY hard when you aren't used to it) and work on some reports I found THIS in my bed!

How is there a seashell in my bed? No idea--haven't been to a beach in...well, a really really long time (yes, I live on an island...but I'm REALLY bad at getting out of my house).

I can't see any of the animals bringing this tiny little seashell into my house. It is smaller than a nickel.

I found this mysterious. So I thought I would share. Yes, I am aware this story was a wee bit lame.

On the bright side of things, my cat is killing less these days. Well, he apparently licked a toad and his one pupil is WAY bigger than the other so that slowed him down a bit. Which is good because my bathroom was starting to look like a horror movie scene. Dead lizards, frogs, and an occasional "unidentifiable" made for tricky middle of the night pottying.

For those of you worrying about my cat's health and well being, the first time he did this I freaked out, worried about a head injury, went to the vet...etc. etc. etc. Now (on Toad Licking; episode 6) I'm just pretty sure the little murderer is a stoner who likes to "taste purple" by licking cane toads.

I really think I have the coolest cat in the world; I sincerely hope he doesn't kill me in my sleep.

Hope all is well with you!

Love,

-H.

Morning!

So, I have not much to say but I do wish there were 3 of me. One to keep up my blogs and talk with friends and family, and 2 of me to work. Cause HOLY crap am I busy.
I turn 33 in 2 days. I shall count all my blessings then--because I am lucky to have many.
On the bright side the bathroom close to my new office has a very kind mirror. I love that and shall include it in my blessings. :)
Have a good week everyone!

My Embroidery

Good evening! This is what I just finished. It was not hard, but still felt good to finish something. :D
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And good morning to you Sir!

So, this morning my alarm went off as I reached to grab it there was a spider almost 3" in diameter. On. My. Pillow.
I began talking to it as if it could listen, then trapped it into a container, shuffled onto my deck and sent it sailing into the rainforest.
If it comes back I shall put a collar on it, name if fluffy (it was hairy!), and teach it to cuddle.
Good morning!

Storm...

There is a storm. It's sorta coming.
It may be dubbed "Alex" but in all likelihood it will get smacked down by an opposing windsheer.
But that reminds me I forgot to tell ya'll--this year is forecasted to be a BAD hurricane year. So, just to let you know, I will be fine. I am not too worried. I am all stocked up on necessary stuff, blah blah blah. I do still need a tarp and potentially a chainsaw.
But other than that I'm good.
So, if a hurricane hits us, I will post a "im alive" posting as soon as I can. But, assume I am.
:)
Muah!
-H.

Wooooooo!

I. Am. A. Party. Animal!
Wooooo!
Additionally, allow me to explain my stupidity.
So, I can hold my own in a group of dudes. I mean, I can put on a great professional face for the client and articulate myself well in a composed manner from a sound scientific position, however-stick me in a room (or rooms) with a group of laborers and I can truly hold my own. I will one-up them on naughty comments, have needed tools, know their use, crawl into inspection ports with no regard for cleanliness, etc.
And...in theory, I can outdrink a lot of them. I can certainly talk a good game anyway. Wanna know what I am doing on this rocking saturday night? That's right, I am watching bad tv while doing embroidery. Yeah, I'll take it easy, I know these crafts can be hard core.

Now, as to my stupidity. I tried to make my blackberry work faster by deleting a bunch of programs. Turns out--when you delete your operating system it causes ALL sorts of problems.

Sooo, back to my exciting evening. Please note--I am not complaining--this is exactly where I want to be. I just realized that there is a group of insulators out there who think I am out at a bar, drinking, dancing (probably on a bar), and carousing when in fact I am blogging, embroidering, drinking water, and watching (wait for it) Gilmore Girls.
Shooosh!!! You know you are jealous.
:P
~hugs~
Heather