June 16, 2006


  • Our neighborhood high schoolers like to blast their music. Now that they are out of school, they are free to blast it before my work day is over. 


    Shakira: *I'm on tonight, you know my hips don't lie and I'm starting to feel it's right...*
    Judy: *cringing* Oh... sorry about that music! My neighbor is blasting Shakira. Can you hear it?
    Account Manager:  No. But don't worry, when I work from home, you'll hear barking dogs and noisy gardeners.

    Thank God this Nextel phone cuts out a lot of background noise. Oy, so unprofessional. Thankfully they don't blast it for long. It's too hot outside so they've gone indoors again.


    I have to work on Saturday. Work has been so crazy lately.  Gotta do what you've what gotta do.




    Ricky Martin is so cute.


    Speaking of Ricky Martin, we're taking my Parents out to dinner tomorrow for Father's Day. When my dad was young, he was some what Ricky Martin-esque. Or Desi Arnaz-ish.





    P.S. I did drive back Wednesday night to pick up the laptop. John Mayer is always good company.

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