I just wanted it to be clean.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Good job, Rob!
So uh...just gettin married. That's all. The usual.
August 1st...
I might love this picture because "what else would rob choose to spell out at Lego Land?"
Or it might be because: look how cute he is!
Maybe both.
I guess a third alternative could be because I subconsciously know how
much he'd hate to know I put a picture of him on my blog and then called him, "cute."
I'm not ruling anything out.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
CH2O+O2--->H2O+CO2+CO+C+N2
I've finally realized whats different about my family...The men in my family have super human strength.
Scene: Sitting in the living room with my mom watching Oxygen (I always think she'll leave him and she never does) when my mom says, do you smell that? Did someone light a candle she asks- An explosion of olfactory signals told me a candle was probably not the culprit. I run out the front door to look for my brother and dad who had been working in the garage. No luck. I run to the back yard and look through the woods and low and behold...an enormous field fire. Crap.
After my mother finally saunters to the back door to let me in I throw on a really adorable pair of White Mountain khaki boots (with the furr) and took off into the woods. Did I mention before I began my pursuit I noticed what looked like two male silhouettes in the distance? Need I say more? I get to the top of the hill and my dad and brother are literally beating the crap out of the fire. And when I say literally, I mean they both had shovels in their hands running around a circle of fire beating it to the ground. They look up.
"There was a fire. But uh. We put it out."
"With shovels?!?!?!"
"Yeah."
I mean What?!?! Seriously? I was waiting for my other brother to show up and transform into a fire hose just to show those embers who's boss. Somewhere along the line my mom took the guys out and dipped them in some sweet river (we'll call it Styx) and now THEY OWN FIRES.
CH2O and O2 never had a chance.
Scene: Sitting in the living room with my mom watching Oxygen (I always think she'll leave him and she never does) when my mom says, do you smell that? Did someone light a candle she asks- An explosion of olfactory signals told me a candle was probably not the culprit. I run out the front door to look for my brother and dad who had been working in the garage. No luck. I run to the back yard and look through the woods and low and behold...an enormous field fire. Crap.
After my mother finally saunters to the back door to let me in I throw on a really adorable pair of White Mountain khaki boots (with the furr) and took off into the woods. Did I mention before I began my pursuit I noticed what looked like two male silhouettes in the distance? Need I say more? I get to the top of the hill and my dad and brother are literally beating the crap out of the fire. And when I say literally, I mean they both had shovels in their hands running around a circle of fire beating it to the ground. They look up.
"There was a fire. But uh. We put it out."
"With shovels?!?!?!"
"Yeah."
I mean What?!?! Seriously? I was waiting for my other brother to show up and transform into a fire hose just to show those embers who's boss. Somewhere along the line my mom took the guys out and dipped them in some sweet river (we'll call it Styx) and now THEY OWN FIRES.
CH2O and O2 never had a chance.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
drip, drop, drip, drop
So at work we have something called "Kronos." This is basically our time-keeping software. So every day you work you can log in and see what time you clocked in and out. Now, its set up in a grid fashion and if there is ever a mistake with a punch in/out it will be highlighted in red. Technically my shift begins at 6:45am and ends at 7:15pm so that we can give report to the employees coming on. I understand the 6:45 thing because you need to get report, and you need to get settled...HOWEVER the 7:15 thing doesn't make ANY sense to me. If you figure they are going to be there at 6:45 why should you have to stay 15 minutes AFTER they get settled in? After 12 hours of the dirtiest work fathomable, 15 minutes is a lifetime. All I want is to go home and light my scrubs on fire and quarantine the ashes for fear that all the bacteria could potentially bring them to life...
Anyway, back to the time keeping grid...you can only clock in up to six minutes before your shift and clock out up to six minutes after your shift. If you are seven minutes early or one minute late, RED BOX, seven minutes late or one minute early, RED BOX.
Every day I have to come in and look at this grid with random red boxes, it just sends my day into a tailspin! Either they all need to be red or they all need to be fresh, clean black lines. So Monday is the most important day of the week. If I am late clocking in I know there will be a red box waiting for me, so I will have to clock out early or late in order to keep that consistent for the week. Every other week I have to do whatever I can to ensure that if I'm late on Monday I will have red boxes (which isn't that hard, I can loiter with the best of them) or if I'm punctual, I have to make sure I am on time with each shift (which is a little more difficult: they have
delicious cranberry muffins they only serve before the morning shift).
I just can't handle the red boxes. Its pretty much the equivalent of Chinese water torture.
black box
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RED BOX
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black box
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black box
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black box
Anyway, back to the time keeping grid...you can only clock in up to six minutes before your shift and clock out up to six minutes after your shift. If you are seven minutes early or one minute late, RED BOX, seven minutes late or one minute early, RED BOX.
Every day I have to come in and look at this grid with random red boxes, it just sends my day into a tailspin! Either they all need to be red or they all need to be fresh, clean black lines. So Monday is the most important day of the week. If I am late clocking in I know there will be a red box waiting for me, so I will have to clock out early or late in order to keep that consistent for the week. Every other week I have to do whatever I can to ensure that if I'm late on Monday I will have red boxes (which isn't that hard, I can loiter with the best of them) or if I'm punctual, I have to make sure I am on time with each shift (which is a little more difficult: they have
delicious cranberry muffins they only serve before the morning shift). I just can't handle the red boxes. Its pretty much the equivalent of Chinese water torture.
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RED BOX
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black box
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black box
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black box
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