So, it is the weekend. I've already worked 17 hours, including working while CJ was earning his black belt. I just looked and I have over 3 weeks of vacation time in the kitty.

A too large portion of the 17 work hours were spent trying to upload a file to SharePoint. I should probably post in tech to see if anyone knows SharePoint. I hates it, I does.

Well, now there's no there there to the video.

Man, I pulled out a last minute five point Words With Friends win over the friend of a friend of my sister's, the one that even my sister won't play with, and my sister is not giving me my due. I DON'T EVEN KNOW THIS WOMAN. I got "bussed" (our marketing department has created merit badges, and one of them is "Bussed" for "thrown under a bus" amongst things like "fired for the day" and various office escapades and...challenges) and I need something in return, dammit.

Here's another reason my nurse is not a good fit--being at home means I can use my own band aids, but THAT'S NOT "ERNIE OR BERT!" That's Gonzo. Ernie and Bert aren't on the Muppet Show. Fundamentally we are disconnected.

I have managed a sweet potato twofer, which means it wasn't just luck the first time, I can spot them in the wild. Step 2: find the right pudding recipe.

OMG, y'all, I had the most bizarre driving experience tonight! I was supposed to be in Vallejo at 7:30 to meet up and carpool into SF for an inventory, and that's a 20-minute drive or so, so I left here at about 7. About 4 or 5 miles before my exit, there's a huge slowdown and traffic actually comes to a complete stop. As I'm sitting there kind of debating whether I should call the office and say I've hit traffic but I'm on my way, I see a CHP officer running between the cars upstream towards me. So that catches all of my interest, why the hell is that happening? He gets closer, and I can see in front of him is a little dog, like a miniature doberman or something, which makes me all tense because dogs in traffic, that's not good, but we're all stopped so maybe it will be okay, right?

The dog decides to hide UNDER MY CAR. I put the car in park and pull on the emergency brake and keep my foot on the brake because, OMG THERE'S A DOG UNDER MY CAR AND A COP REACHING UNDER MY BUMPER AND AROUND MY TIRES TRYING TO GET THE DOG IN THE MIDDLE LANE OF I-80! I can hear the guy trying to calm the dog down, but he's also all aggravated, and trying to, like direct traffic - I rolled my windows down so I could have a better idea of what was happening and he told me to "just sit tight" but he was waving other cars around us on either side, which seemed nuts to me.

Anyway, his partner or somebody comes back with a snare and they are trying to co-ordinate their efforts so the one guy will keep the dog's attention and the other will slip the snare around the dog's neck, which sounds like a good plan. I can feel the dog or maybe the snare thumping into my floorboards from under the car, which is unsettling. There are a few attempts, some barking from the dog, some cursing and wondering whether this dog can bite through leather gloves from the cops, for like 10-15 minutes. Then the dog gets away and dashes under a pickup truck next to me, but I figure I better stay in park in case he dashes back not to mention I am not sure where the cops are, one could have a foot in front of my tire or something, but at least now I can see the pursuit. Which was not going well. Finally, the dog takes off towards Sacramento and CHP gives chase and I figure I can drive away.

So I got to the meet site 10 minutes late and missed the carpool, so I'm not working tonight. Which, really, is kind of nice for me. More sleep. But I did not get a chance to tell anyone why I was late, so you guys get the story.

ita, there was a gag on the Simpsons recently with Ned taking graham crackers as a sleep aid, it made me think of you.

Wow, -t. I hope they got the dog. What an adventure. Kinda a new take on "the dog ate my homework" for getting out of work.

CJ's fire ride along shift included a 7 year old soccer player who was kneed in the back of the head, a 64 year old who popped his hip out of joint while putting on his boots, and a fire call at the library which turned out to be a false alarm (thankfully...the books!!!).

I hope the cops got the dog and all is well, -t. Poor scared doggie.

I saw a black cat sitting on the steep side of a mountain beside the interstate outside Waynesboro VA, staring at the traffic. With the divided highway and the mountain, by the time I could circle around and get back to where he'd been, he was gone. I hope he got to wherever he was going safely.

A dog ate my ride? -t, that's gonna take some chutzpah.

Eh, this is the job I already quit so I'm taking the "unexcused absence" hit. They are missing out on quite a story, though.

I didn't see stopped traffic on the way home, so the situation was resolved somehow. And now that I think about it, there were two more cars with flashers (I didn't notice if they were CHP or Sheriff or Vallejo police, but some kind of of official) on the shoulder behind me when I was stopped, so they should have had more help if teh dog kept heading that way. I'm going to assume everyone came out of it okay because that makes me feel better and I can't find anything about the incident on the internet.

Poor dog!

I'm all sad that the Welsh sheepherding thing is all (or some?) CGI. I'd been passing that link around for a couple of years!

Today I walked the dog and did my folks' taxes and went for a bike ride and did some laundry and made a pot of chicken & lentils with garam masala. (It was supposed to take 1.5 hours, ended up more like 3 because the lentils took so long to cook.) But now I have a couple of meals for the week.

Unfortunately, I can't roast the beets I bought last weekend becuase my oven won't work. And I just had it fixed a couple of months ago! Sigh.

DAMN IT! I was trying to pit an avocado and stabbed myself in the left palm. I don't think there's any nerve damage, but that fucker went in deep.

Oops. I did the same thing to myself in grad school, but with a super sharp paring knife. Thankfully I was living on campus a short walk to the health care center so I was able to stumble over for 5 stitches without having to worry about driving. Unfortunately for my roomates, I did not have a chance to clean up the kitchen before seeking medical attention. They say puncture wounds don't bleed as much...but my hand sure did. Then EVERYONE taught me the "whack gently with the long part of the blade and never stab pointy end first" trick. Shocked that 20 some years of loving avocadoes neither of parents taught me to pit an avocado without endangering myself.