The Assistant from Hell has RESIGNED!!! I'm FREE! I'm happy dancing and singing spritely tunes, and all the things you associate with extreme joy.
That is all.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
"Sherlock Holmes" - I'm torn.
We saw "Sherlock Holmes" yesterday. OK. I will confess. I would like to be licking Robert Downey Jr. right now.
I would like to lick him regularly and often. I'm also a fan of Mark Strong, the creepier of the two gentleman seen here. I loved him as Mr. Knightley in "Emma" too.
And I really enjoyed the movie. I really did. It was a great action comedy, set in Victorian London, about two mercenaries who solve crimes using methods juuuuust outside the limits of the law, who find themselves up against a Freemasonesque group of mystics who want to take over the world. It was full of action, lots of chase scenes, a large French-speaking personage who wanted very badly to damage the good guys, and a beautiful woman in men's clothing. All the elements were there for a good old time at the movies. The only problem I had was with the title. It wasn't Sherlock Holmes. Not even a little bit. If a bunch of video-game designers got together with a bunch of cheesy sitcom writers and decided to make a Sherlock Holmes movie, this is what it would come out like. They basically borrowed the names of all the principal characters and did whatever they liked with them. I can't get behind that. Oh, and guys? Sherlock Holmes was NOT in love with Irene Adler. He just hated her less than all other women, because she was as smart as he was. That's all.
I would like to lick him regularly and often. I'm also a fan of Mark Strong, the creepier of the two gentleman seen here. I loved him as Mr. Knightley in "Emma" too.
And I really enjoyed the movie. I really did. It was a great action comedy, set in Victorian London, about two mercenaries who solve crimes using methods juuuuust outside the limits of the law, who find themselves up against a Freemasonesque group of mystics who want to take over the world. It was full of action, lots of chase scenes, a large French-speaking personage who wanted very badly to damage the good guys, and a beautiful woman in men's clothing. All the elements were there for a good old time at the movies. The only problem I had was with the title. It wasn't Sherlock Holmes. Not even a little bit. If a bunch of video-game designers got together with a bunch of cheesy sitcom writers and decided to make a Sherlock Holmes movie, this is what it would come out like. They basically borrowed the names of all the principal characters and did whatever they liked with them. I can't get behind that. Oh, and guys? Sherlock Holmes was NOT in love with Irene Adler. He just hated her less than all other women, because she was as smart as he was. That's all.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The flu makes me blog
Among other things.
I have the flu. It is a bad flu. Everything hurts, even my lips. And somehow I have to get myself presentable enough to go to Walmart, which may seem like a contradiction to some, given the menagerie of Moreau victims you generally find at any given Walmart, but if you could see what I look like right now, you'd agree that something needs to be done about me. So I'm going to take a shower and hope the shampoo doesn't hurt.
One of my hedgehogs gave birth to SEVEN FREAKING BABIES the other day, ZOMG! That's a Hedgie Mama record! Another little girl is ready to pop any second now.
The Assistant From Hell is still employed, despite numerous outbursts, slammed doors, demons invoked upon the souls of everyone in management from the depths of the toilet in the third stall of the ladies' room, etc. BUT, she has been given an Official Final Written Warning. ONE more episode, ONE more day of excessive cell-phone time while she's on the clock, ONE more day of me having to correct 50% of what she does for a living, and she's toast. It's only a matter of time. She can't hold out.
I have the flu. It is a bad flu. Everything hurts, even my lips. And somehow I have to get myself presentable enough to go to Walmart, which may seem like a contradiction to some, given the menagerie of Moreau victims you generally find at any given Walmart, but if you could see what I look like right now, you'd agree that something needs to be done about me. So I'm going to take a shower and hope the shampoo doesn't hurt.
One of my hedgehogs gave birth to SEVEN FREAKING BABIES the other day, ZOMG! That's a Hedgie Mama record! Another little girl is ready to pop any second now.
The Assistant From Hell is still employed, despite numerous outbursts, slammed doors, demons invoked upon the souls of everyone in management from the depths of the toilet in the third stall of the ladies' room, etc. BUT, she has been given an Official Final Written Warning. ONE more episode, ONE more day of excessive cell-phone time while she's on the clock, ONE more day of me having to correct 50% of what she does for a living, and she's toast. It's only a matter of time. She can't hold out.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Aaand, another craptaculous day.
Got into a fight with The Assistant from Hell this morning, and had MY boss tell her that since I'm HER boss, from now on her only answer when I ask her to do something is going to be "Yes, ma'am." Yay for the days when my boss is not cranky at ME for a change!!
The rest of the day stunk on ice, but that was one bright spot. Still crazy busy at work. I wanted to start a new MS today at lunch, but I had to take a price change into the lunchroom with me to work on while I snarfed my mac-n-cheez and watched "Days of our Lives."
The rest of the day stunk on ice, but that was one bright spot. Still crazy busy at work. I wanted to start a new MS today at lunch, but I had to take a price change into the lunchroom with me to work on while I snarfed my mac-n-cheez and watched "Days of our Lives."
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Weekend craptasticness.
Well, sort of.
Yesterday was my birthday. Umm, yay. Didn't particularly feel like celebrating, but we went out for dinner and I had a delicious steak. Been trying to stay off of red meat, but once in a while I need a steak.
Today we acquired two new male hedgehogs for our breeding herd. They're gorgeous! I have to make a photo page of all my sweeties.
I guess it wasn't so craptastic after all. But my tummy is not right lately, and I'm cranky. And I'm just generally out of sorts and junk.
*sigh*
Yesterday was my birthday. Umm, yay. Didn't particularly feel like celebrating, but we went out for dinner and I had a delicious steak. Been trying to stay off of red meat, but once in a while I need a steak.
Today we acquired two new male hedgehogs for our breeding herd. They're gorgeous! I have to make a photo page of all my sweeties.
I guess it wasn't so craptastic after all. But my tummy is not right lately, and I'm cranky. And I'm just generally out of sorts and junk.
*sigh*
Friday, October 16, 2009
When life hands you reconstituted lemon juice (from concentrate)...
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...take it as an omen.
So sometimes in life, you're going to encounter people who think they can think for other people. These people have a tendency to ascribe meaning to other people's words that didn't exist in the mind of the person whose words they were. This seems to satisfy them, so who am I to judge? (Well, besides being the injured party. But I'm not bitter.) But when it gets to the point in the saga where nobody can deal with anyone or anything like an adult anymore, it's best to take a step back, dust yourself off, and take it as an omen. I was spending too much time not doing the important things in life, like drinking and housework and writing, so I'm choosing to see another person's pettiness as a way to self-motivate. I will come up with a plan of action and do my level best to stick to it. My kitchen will be tidier, my living room will - OK, MIGHT - get vacuumed, and my dog will get a bath. Mount Washmore will be scaled, people! I will concentrate on the important people in my life - the ones who live by the golden rule, and treat others as they would like to be treated. You know who you are.
...take it as an omen.
So sometimes in life, you're going to encounter people who think they can think for other people. These people have a tendency to ascribe meaning to other people's words that didn't exist in the mind of the person whose words they were. This seems to satisfy them, so who am I to judge? (Well, besides being the injured party. But I'm not bitter.) But when it gets to the point in the saga where nobody can deal with anyone or anything like an adult anymore, it's best to take a step back, dust yourself off, and take it as an omen. I was spending too much time not doing the important things in life, like drinking and housework and writing, so I'm choosing to see another person's pettiness as a way to self-motivate. I will come up with a plan of action and do my level best to stick to it. My kitchen will be tidier, my living room will - OK, MIGHT - get vacuumed, and my dog will get a bath. Mount Washmore will be scaled, people! I will concentrate on the important people in my life - the ones who live by the golden rule, and treat others as they would like to be treated. You know who you are.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Hello world, I'm your wild girl!
Points to anyone who can name that song title and artist.
I'm Trisha Kiefer. My husband Pat and I - yes, we are Patrick and Patricia, don't you just want to throw up from the sweetness? - live on Long Island with our menagerie of animals, including the African pygmy hedgehogs we breed. Ask me about my hedgehogs! Go ahead, I dare ya!
I was born and raised in Queens, one of the five boroughs of New York City. Actually, that's a lie. You've known me for all of, what, three seconds, and already I'm telling you lies! I was actually born in Spring Garden, Pennsylvania, which as it happens is in the middle of Amish country. I have no notion why my mother, of all people, would have chosen to birth her offspring in the middle of Amish country, but it may explain some things about me. And I love the Amish, so there you go. But, my parents LIVED in Queens, not in Pennsylvania, so it's true that I was raised there, which explains quite a few other things about me.
I write romance, and my husband is a boatbuilder and siege engineer. We fund these careers with full-time jobs at, respectively, an appliance distributor and United Parcel Service. This keeps me in #2 pencils, and him in two-by-fours or whatever all that stuff is that he's always playing with.
This blog is where I'm going to say lots of interesting things, or so I'm told by my friend who forced me to start this blog, and who swears I am funny and interesting. She almost never lies, so I have to believe her, and I think you should too. I hope you will find her to be a truthful young lady, and enjoy the blog!
Trisha Kiefer
I'm Trisha Kiefer. My husband Pat and I - yes, we are Patrick and Patricia, don't you just want to throw up from the sweetness? - live on Long Island with our menagerie of animals, including the African pygmy hedgehogs we breed. Ask me about my hedgehogs! Go ahead, I dare ya!
I was born and raised in Queens, one of the five boroughs of New York City. Actually, that's a lie. You've known me for all of, what, three seconds, and already I'm telling you lies! I was actually born in Spring Garden, Pennsylvania, which as it happens is in the middle of Amish country. I have no notion why my mother, of all people, would have chosen to birth her offspring in the middle of Amish country, but it may explain some things about me. And I love the Amish, so there you go. But, my parents LIVED in Queens, not in Pennsylvania, so it's true that I was raised there, which explains quite a few other things about me.
I write romance, and my husband is a boatbuilder and siege engineer. We fund these careers with full-time jobs at, respectively, an appliance distributor and United Parcel Service. This keeps me in #2 pencils, and him in two-by-fours or whatever all that stuff is that he's always playing with.
This blog is where I'm going to say lots of interesting things, or so I'm told by my friend who forced me to start this blog, and who swears I am funny and interesting. She almost never lies, so I have to believe her, and I think you should too. I hope you will find her to be a truthful young lady, and enjoy the blog!
Trisha Kiefer
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