OK, maybe not THE countdown (because I’m sure/I hope there are more exciting things in my life I will count down to) but… The new computer should be here next week at some point. And maybe I’ll actually fiiiinally get my laptop looked at, too. Then we won’t have to share the computer. Because I don’t like to share 🙂

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So y’all get a post in bullet form.

  • I’m working on getting a new computer (still) and haven’t had time (yet) to get my laptop looked at. Hopefully within a couple weeks, Pete and I will be the proud owners of a shiny new desktop computer.
  • I’m back home this weekend for some quality time with the bff. It’d been way too long since I’d seen her and I got to meet her boyfriend. Definitely the highlight of my week month year.
  • Work? Has. Been. Crazy. … which is mostly why I haven’t been posting at all. Two weeks ago, we started training for new software in the newsroom and we went live with it Monday. It’s been crazy. Maybe at some point I’ll go into all that in detail… or maybe not. No promises.
  • And… that’s all I got. I’ve been pretty down in the dumps (I hate that phrase, by the way) lately so I’d rather say nothing than whine/bitch/moan/complain and be really annoying.

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Twenty-something years ago, Pete came into the world. Today, we’re celebrating it out on the farm, where the boys will (and have been) looking for coyotes and we’ll cruise around on the quads ooh-ing and ahh-ing (or maybe that’ll just be me doing the ooh-ing and ahh-ing) over calves (for you non-country folk, calves = baby cows). There will also be mucho use of firearms and, of course, birthday cake and possibly some barbecued hamburgers.

Also, that second sentence might be the longest one I’ve ever written. If I cared half as much as I should (and if I weren’t writing this on my BlackBerry), I’d edit the hell out of it.

Oh well.

Happy birthday, Pete! I love you!

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Good lord. What a week.

Maybe nearing a 60-hour work week isn’t that big of a deal to you, dear reader, but it’s bragging rights for this girl.

New software training. Setting up InDesign libraries (from CS1 to CS3 ) and page templates to prepare for our go live on Monday. Plus dealing with impatience and, at times, not-so-good communication skills on top of creating the newspaper every day. AND trying to give a puppy medication twice a day*?

I’m exhausted. And the house is a friggin’ disaster! Dishes piled up to here, the only laundry that’s been done is Pete’s, and that’s because he did it (gasp!).

But I’m SO excited about this new software at work. It will probably take a little bit of time to get used to it, but it should be about a billion times better (more efficient, easier to use) than our current (soon to be old) system. Hopefully one day we’ll be able to get the full system rather than just the bits and pieces we’re getting now. A full archive system? Web tools? Yes, yes!

* Callie got a scratch on her eye and we’ve been having to put medication on it twice a day. And she has a yeast infection (yeah, it’s as gross as it sounds) in her ears, so we have to clean them out and put medication in them twice a day as well. Apparently these infections are really common in springers – Pete and I had no idea.

On a related (dog) note, Velvet’s been acting really lethargic the past day or two. And last night when I tried to give her a treat, in hopes of it brightening her spirits, she whined/yelped when she tried to eat it, then dropped it and wouldn’t touch it. So this morning while I was in a staff meeting, Pete took her to the vet, who said she thinks there’s a sore in Velvet’s mouth (but she couldn’t be 100 percent sure because Velvet wouldn’t really let her look in her mouth… I could have told her that, I tried looking in her mouth too and she wouldn’t let me). We got some medication for her, too, and if she’s not better by Monday we’re supposed to take her back in. Poor dogs. The only healthy ones in the house are me and the cat.

Oh and side note: Everybody wish Pete a happy birthday – he turns a year older (I’m not divulging that information because, well, I don’t know if he’d want me to) on Sunday!

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