Catching up...again

Well, it's that time of year again. My sinuses have turned on me and are now dripping like a leaky faucet. The bucket I've hung around my neck seems to be filling up pretty quickly today. I decided to sit the day out from work, although I did work for a couple of hours from home this morning. There's a certain joy that comes from working naked.

The weather around here is adding to the general misery. It's that unsettled time of year when Mother Nature can't decide whether it's winter or spring. So she dishes out a little of both. Rain, snow, rain mixed with snow. And then to throw us all off, she throws in beautiful, sunny days. According to the tourist info, Denver has 300 days of sunshine a year. The next few days will be part of the other 65, I guess.

On to more pressing news.

I've finally committed myself to making my annual trek to visit my parents back in Illinois next month. The air, hotel and car reservations have been made. Time off from work has been locked in. Chosing a time of year to go back is always an issue. Pick the wrong month and you WILL suffer! I've learned that I've become something of a wimp when it comes to heat and humidity. I simply cannot tolerate it. So ultimately it came down to either May or September. Not that either one is without it's share of physical misery. It's a matter of degree, and May seemed to be a good choice.

In the spirit of self-depreciation, it's time to tell the "Brownie Story". In order to maintain journalistic impartiality, Erica was supposed to tell this story, but hasn't. So you're going to get MY version, like it or not. Believe what you will.

I was invited to a staff meeting at work recently. Now I abhor staff meetings, and had, until recently, managed to extricate myself from them. But the boss insisted I be present for this one, and by dangling lunch under my nose, enticed me to hit "Accept" on the meeting request in Outlook. My aversion to these things can be summed up by the picture below.

Lunches for these things are usually ordered in from Jason's Deli. I'm not particulary fond of Jason's, but a free lunch is a free lunch, so I take what I can get. My order is usually the same every time: A BLT on whole wheat, potato salad and a chocolate brownie. Now the brownie doesn't really fit in with my healthy eating habits, and neither does the potato salad, I guess. But it's important to reward yourself now and then. So the brownie stays! I suppose it's because of this need to reward myself that I had a fit when the lunches arrived and my brownie wasn't there! I reported this omission to the department admin, who I guess had had enough of Jason's as well, and she politely replied that if the brownie meant that much to me, I should call Jason's and tell them. I neither had the time or the patience to do that, so I did what anyone else would do in the same situation - I pouted! As with any sad story, this one has a happy ending, however. It turns out that Jason's had screwed up a couple other orders as well, realized they had left out my brownie, and included it in the next delivery run.


So I got my brownie, and peace ruled once again in the kingdon.

The moral to this story? Don't f**k with my brownie!

A quick note about the radio station... A few of you have commented that you've not been able to link to it through Jetcast. You might want to try Shoutcast. I'm listed on there as well. Just type Jaydoggie into the search box, and if the station is broadcasting at the time, it should come up. Shoutcast also offeres a free version of Winamp if you don't have a player with streaming music capability. Good luck!

Okay, I think that about wraps things up for this installment.

One final note: Matt, you're still in my thoughts and prayers. IAHFYB.

-Jaydog