26 May 2008

memorial day

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

23 May 2008

it's time time go home when...

...you're spending your sunny friday afternoon before a three-day weekend on the phone with a company that uses a jazz muzak version of "give a little whistle" from pinocchio as their on hold music.

correct definition

phone conversation with my father:

me: "does our company have a signatory?"
dad: "what?"
me: "a signatory. it's on a corporate credit application."
dad: "isn't a signatory the second-in-command in a mafia family?"
me: "HUH?"
dad: "oh no, that's a consigliere. never mind."

22 May 2008

for you non-Southerners out there

yes, cheerwine is a real drink.
no, it isn't alcoholic.

but it is fabulous. think cherry-flavored ginger ale.

sadly, however, it isn't sold much outside NC and western VA, so my craving for it will, as yet, remain unfulfilled.

21 May 2008

drink of choice

i wish i had some cheerwine.

20 May 2008

en route from the RUF convention in florida

Laura: "I'm crazy."
Mary: "You think you're crazy. I made my entire vanload of people stop at Pedro's South of the Border at 2am to get our picture taken in front of a 12 foot tall statue of a guy in a sombrero. That's crazy."

14 May 2008

why my job is odd: case #694

part of my job involves making purchases for our subcontractors. this morning, one of them sent me a purchase request form that sent me to a website written in chinese. awesome.

seriously. www.thermol.com

13 May 2008

time to go home now

my boss has "it's a small world" stuck in his head and he keeps singing it.


08 May 2008

the first of many

the grad school thing is truly official now. i've mailed a tuition check. sadly, there are many, many more to come. sigh...

06 May 2008

re: flaming toaster

shelly: "oh, laura...don't be so harsh. toasters don't have sexual preferences. and, anyway, that's not very nice."

05 May 2008

adventures in domesticity: who doesn't love a flaming toaster?

guess who just set her kitchen on fire.

oh! oh! i know! me! me!

what's worse - i was making toast. i need to just give up on life now.

02 May 2008

what happens when everybody from work is at the test range and i'm left alone in the building all day

i just made myself feel sick from spinning in my desk chair.

supposedly, i'm an adult.

who knew?