Wednesday, November 26, 2003
What am I? A fecking retail advisor? D'you think this guy even read my blog? D'you know I think I have better things to be doing with my time than directing people to the Muji site. Try Google, lazy bones!
The better part of valour.... Microsoft fires worker over weblog: "Many people post work-related entries on personal blogs, but they don't expect to be terminated"
Credit where credit is due The lovely pic of the 3 of us below was taken by my uncle G - many thanks!
"Ticeidi.com is the brainchild of one very annoyed citizen of Ireland who is fed up paying exorbitant prices for �handling charges� on concert tickets, sports events tickets, etc. " in a mail from J this morning. Ticeidi.com
Garman watch out! BLOGGER - Knowledge Base�-�What to do if your Mom discovers your blog...
Guilt I just received a bunch of cards and gift tags from the Mouth and Foot Painting Artists. The idea is that I will not be able to chuck these frankly hideous cards in the bin and will be guilted into paying for something I absolutely do not want and for which I never asked. Would I be an awful bitch to chuck them in the recycling bin? And in answer to your next question - they are looking for EUR8.90. I don't need a moral dilemna today!
Bananas is what this computer is driving me. I had a lovely long post written about the joys of motherhood and the fabness of my child and the fecking thing crashed. Aaargh!
The Child is indeed a blessing. I imagine that you, dear readers, will not be half as fascinated with my exhortations on his wonderfulness, how placid he is, how social, how great his poo is, how much weight he has put on, how he pees all over his parents regularly, how half an hour can be spent staring at him while he's sleeping and how an hour can be spent staring at him and laughing while he is awake. How on earth can I love him so much when he is possibly the least interesting person I have ever met? It's just crazy.
Living colour Many of you have requested more pix so here youse go.
The Wee Laird is stirring. Must go and fix him some lunch...
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