SueWorks

It's a TypePad Miracle

It works!  Thanks, Zalary!

My URL

www.sueworks.com is paid for so that people don't have to remember if typepad goes first, last, in the middle or is forward-slashed.  It's not working and only gets my readers to the infamous hammertoe entry.  What is going on?  Typepad needs more time to respond.  Any advice?  Please share.

Four, Four, Four, Four ...

I seldom send chain-type emails but every so often something inspires me and this one did and I got five responses already.  Here are mine:

A) Four places that I go to over and over: Work, Costco, Mom's, Maria's
 
B) Four people that e-mail me regularly: Pkin, Boo, Steph, Pam

C) Four of my favorite places to eat: Chi's (Chinese by work), Dos Arbolitos (Mexican with Pkin), Olive Garden (a chain), any good steakhouse (harder and harder to find)
 
D) Four places I would rather be right now: Any four places that are not work 
 
E) Four people I think will respond: Boo, ... no one else responds
 
F) Four TV shows I watch over and over: Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends - thank goodness for DVDs and DVRs 
 
G) Four jobs I have had: Property Management, Public Transit, Entertainment, Training 
 
H) Four places I have lived: LA, Burbank, Bay Area (I don't get around)

This Sucks

I wrote a short post about how the upgrades to TypePad are treating me and it was lost into cyberspace - now I'm really bothered.  Hope you find this post.

Snowing Tops

We drove to NV last week, and on the way back saw snow.  It's there; this is just south of the Cajon Pass on "the eye 15" (that's how you say it in So Cal.)

The Failings of Public Transit

It's about 100 miles to San Diego from where I live.  In any other part of the country this trip would take about two hours, by car or by commuter rail, but that is not the case in Southern CA.  The Metrolink site tells me the trip will cost $24 to Oceanside as compared to $100 plus by car but then the site doesn't really tell me how to get from Oceanside to San Diego proper.  There is a trip finder tool on the site, but it's not working and I'm supposed to check back soon.  Is soon two days or two hours?

Sue is not happy.  There's a big training meeting in San Diego next week and I can get in free for one day but I haven't asked permission from the Powers That Be; my stumbling block is asking for permission to do my job which is another blog entry all in itself. 

More Africa Heat

It's a sauna at work today.  I walked into the department and it was clearly 10 degrees warmer than the rest of the building,  Then I opened my office door to feel the heatwaves of a freaking sauna.  The thermostat on the wall is blinking because, I think, the two-digit display cannot register the 100+ degree temperature in that room. 

The maintenance crew was called about two hours ago and finally I hear the happy sound of aluminum ladders being opened.  The sounds are off in the distance as I've installed myself in a small conference room at the far end of the department where the temperature is 68 degrees.  If you took the difference between my 100 degrees and the very cool 68, you'd get 84 - which is still very warm for an office building.  If you ask my opinion, I'd be searching for a new HVAC contractor.

This is me now:

The Empire Period or Boobs for Sale

I can watch or read Pride and Prejudice daily, a little while at least.  PP is my travel DVD.  Pkin prefers Lilo & Stitch for the catch all viewing that is sometimes the only thing keeping you sane during long flights, layovers and other travel waits.  As a Jane Austen fan I had to see the commercial movie, Becoming Jane.  It was sad, unlike the books.  But in the movie, Jane comments that all her stories will end with people getting what they want -- I do not think she said deserved.  The characters talk alot about money in her books and in the movie, who has it and who doesn't have it.  I guess times have not changed much in these 195 years. 

Do you ever hear the phrase, She married for love and not money?  Men bring money and women bring pulchritude to the relationship, traditionally.  Or when women bring money, the men, well, they bring pulchritude as well.  However the women are called cougars, as though they are on the prowl.  Men are just called rich, or lucky!

Now that women (and men) can buy almost any look, from pecs and boobs to chins and even voluntary cosmetic toe surgery, you can even buy pulchritude.  The Frankensteins of today are more like Stepford Wives and Husbands.  I think the ugliness is still there only it is below the skin.  Just something to think about.

Hammer Toes

It should be one word but I like the way it sounds stretched into two.  I have them and the doctor is advising surgery.  Yikes!  I really want my toesies not to hurt (my toes are still way prettier than the ones shown in Wikipedia) but I'm not looking forward to Franken-Toes, the sandal monster either.  Do you have any experience with this?  Friends, family, acquaintances?  I need input.

Three Loads, Sort Of

Let me set the background.  Over the weekend we've broken century old heat records.  In Biloxi Blues, the Neil Simon movie version, Matthew Broderick declares that, it's hot, Africa-hot, Tarzan couldn't stand this heat or words similar to that.  Well, that's the kind of heat Pkin, Rosey and I dealt with this weekend.  The kitties didn't seem fazed by it at all, but I did see them eating slightly fewer crunchies.  And Rosey really doesn't count as she's part Rhodesian ridgeback and she loves the heat.  I guess it appeals to her genetic memory.  Pkin is actually a bit of a lizard, in all his pinky-white glory.  He was hot but he manages it so much better than I do, me of the naturally olive complexion I just wilt.

As of Friday my big predicament was my need for clean underwear that was nice.  We all have our panties that we love and our panties that just do the job.  I was down to my job-doing ones; and it wasn't making me happy.  But the thought of sorting and doing all my laundry was just getting me way, way down.  I got myself through the weekend doing two very large loads of laundry; these laundry loads were so large that it was really like three regular loads.  You have got to love the large Maytag, or is it Whirlpool, machine.  I should know this; we picked them out and I've used them for over three years.  They are white, and analog, and Pkin had to do someone with one of them but I don't remember that either.  As for the two but really three loads, I did light colors and dark colors and filled in the middle with a few dainties and a few more rugged pieces of clothing.  I guess I'm set for a while.

For today I reached into the back of my closet and found an outfit of mixed and matched and cooler pieces.  It was scary for a while, my trusty sheath dress was more like sausage casing which means that the pounds are creeping like gangbusters.  I'm sure Pkin has noticed but he's nice enough or scared enough not to mention anything.  You gotta love the Pkin!