Test test
Will this stupid thing post?
(now that I do a dummy entry, I'm sure it will)

Oh, Yeah
Not writing much, and Blogger is not being able to log into my Bellsouth acct (where this thing actually is) so, less posting than actual writing too.

Fruit Salad, Yummy Yummy
Those of you with kids, and thus a thourough knowledge of all things Wiggles, will be saddened that Paul Hester, aka Paul the Chef, aka the guy who's the chef in the middle in the Fruit Salad song, has killed himself.

Update on Me
Well, life is life, ya know. Stuff in general.

Nina is starting to talk. She can say stuff like Puddle, Chocolate, etc. She will only call me Mama occasionally, usually when she's excited. I tend to either correct her saying, "I'm Dada" or just ignore her until she thinks about it. She is smart as a whip and has a really good sense of humor and fun. And, despite her being sick the first year of her life, she's not been sick at all.

She's starting to go into her Two stage. Her main protests are not wanting to wear stuff or put on shoes. Or not wanting to still be in the car. Or not wanting this or that. Not wanting to eat. However, she still does not know how to say "No" but she can say "Yes." So that's cool.

Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes
At work, there used to be rumors about how I was going to be transferred from one building to another, have most of my duties taken away, and totally focus on doing one thing that I do, well, I try to keep up with, but actually, right now, I'm doing a half assed version of everything I used to do.

Now, no more are there rumors, but my boss asking me to make a list of all my duties, which I tried to do, but since I'm just a jack of all trades, it's hard. Basically, the last line should have been "Accomplishing impossible/random crap."

What's odd, is there has been no meeting telling me what is going on. In fact, once I gave the list to my boss, he started talking about it to another one of the management in front of me, but not with me. Hmm.

But, since people can get fired for blogging about work. I'll stop.

Oh, and my name is James Mackelroy. I work in Pheonix, AZ for Dunlop. My boss's name is Tootie McCheese and she is a polar bear. There are no Hardee's here, only Carl Jr. Radio stations start with K. I'm an eskimo. But we prefer to be called the Innui.

Better or Worse
Ok, it's no secret that I've been slowly breaking down into little imaginary particles over the last six months. The darkened skin under my eyes is starting to turn clear. I can take in 1.3 grams (GRAMS!) of caffeine and still fall straight asleep.

So, based on some aluminum foil hat wearing conspiracy theorists websites, I cut out diet drinks. But, I think being dehydrated all the time will bring you down also. And while that is supposed to be the experiment that I'm working on, so see if I can get better, I'm also drinking lots and lots of coffee and have even bought Prolab 200 mg caffeine pills.

I'm trying to sleep as much as possible, but I can't go to sleep before Nina does. And the only time that I have to do what I want is then, so, my Me-time each day might consist of me adding or subtracting a few songs from my MP3 player (which actually plays wmas these days) and then listening to it some as I fall asleep.

I think sunlight helps. Maybe I have SAD. That's Seasonal A-something Depression. Maybe Seasonal Aaah Depression. Because I'm craving lying in the backyard in the sun listening to music. Heck, I don't even care if the grass is pokey or a little overmoist. I don't care if a little bug crawls on me, as long as it doesn't get in my shirt or something or bite me.

But it's warm today. I'll have the top down on the Miata on the way home. And tomorrow I have off since it's Good Friday. Saturday, Nina will have an easter egg hunt at my parents. Late sunday, more relatives on Alison's side of the family come into town. I'm so glad I have a small house since I'd feel so guilty not offering for them to stay at our place instead of a hotel, but they'd drive me totally insane.

Oh, Yeah, That Vacation
The beach was cold. The baby was scared of the big aquarium we went to. The indoor pool was cold enough to make her lips turn blue in 10 minutes. We came home two days early after the second day of rain. I collapsed Friday night and slept, only getting up for food, until Sunday afternoon. We're not taking another vacation until 2008.

No More Diet Drinks
I'm not going to be drinking diet drinks anymore. I've read they can make you depressed, fatigued, and other nondesirable stuff I occasionally have. But, it's hard to tell if the info is real, as it gets a little conspiracy theory-ish. Not only will diet drinks make me depressed and fatigued, but they'll also give me Gulf War Syndrome, put holes in the brains of my baby mice, and it's all Donald Rumsfeld's fault. Or Reagan, some sites blame Reagan.

Greased Up Muscle Men At My Work
I recently ran out of protein powder for breakfast and have switched to the only logical substitute, Loaded Breakfast Burritos from Hardee's (or Carl Jr if you're in the alternate dimension to this one) and McGriddles. But, I did need to order more before I become obese and have to buy new pants. Since I'm going on vacation next week, I didn't want to have it shipped to my house, so I'll have it shipped to my work.

After placing the order, which has already shipped, I remembered that DPS Nutrition keeps sending me catalogs with greased up muscle men on the front. Crap. That's exactly what I need showing up at work. I should have gotten it shipped here in TC's name.

Spirit Guide, If You Go For That Stuff
When I was changing the oil on Alison's car, and giving it 0w-40 Mobil 1, which is much much too good for that car, something neat happened. A hawk flew overhead.

And this hawk didn't just fly over. It was going in a straight line, then, when it was directly over me, only about 35 feet up, it circled me three times, looking down at me. I was looking up at it. Thank heavens I'm not some New Ager. Who knows what I'd think it would mean? But, it was very cool and he was a very pretty bird.

I'm wondering if he could smell the oil or something. Synthetic oil smells very oddly. But, yeah, I guess I'm a shaman now or something.