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Corelle, despite its claims to the contrary, is not unbreakable. I have proven this many, many times.
I proved it again just now, when a baking dish fell all of three inches onto my kitchen floor. And shattered. The shards were very sharp and cut several bags as I tried to clean them up before my dog ate them. He finds broken glass/ceramics irresistibly delicious.
On the upside, the kitchen is clean.
And there's coffee brewing.
I'm banning myself from the kitchen for the remainder of the day. And the dog.
Considering getting therapy.
For the dog.
I proved it again just now, when a baking dish fell all of three inches onto my kitchen floor. And shattered. The shards were very sharp and cut several bags as I tried to clean them up before my dog ate them. He finds broken glass/ceramics irresistibly delicious.
On the upside, the kitchen is clean.
And there's coffee brewing.
I'm banning myself from the kitchen for the remainder of the day. And the dog.
Considering getting therapy.
For the dog.
I love ill doctrine and jay smooth is the shit. you should pay attention.
Exiting Bush administration officials bloated tariffs on Roquefort cheese, Irish oatmeal, Italian sparkling water, and more.
No more foie gras for you! *shake finger*
No more foie gras for you! *shake finger*
actually, it's a cardboard cutout in bad lighting late at night in the Everything Obama store. We were amused to note that the cutout had glasses in its hands. then we noticed said hands were white and pudgy.
We got to the gate to wait at around 5:30AM, after some Metro shenanigans, and waited with a few thousand of our closest friends for the gates to open at 8. We spent most of the wait in the dark, keeping mostly to ourselves. As the sun came up and time for the gates to open came nearer, we started to sing and joke with each other.
The white tents you can see in the background were where the metal detectors were. For some reason, they made us all enter through a gate that was about ten feet wide, then wind through a Dinseyworld-like line before we got to them. There were so many metal detectors spread far apart that there was no wait once we got there.
The view we had was pretty close to what we anticipated:
It was really crowded, though folks were mostly in good spirits. I honestly couldn't see much, but got occasional glances of both the platform where the ceremony was taking place and the jumbotron adjacent to it.
Once we got to our spot, there was more crowding and camaraderie. We were so close at some points that I couldn't raise my hands, and sometimes I felt the crowd sway and pulse in a scary, uncontrollable way. But people were kind and jubilant. We shared bad jokes, heartfelt songs, and some tears.
When Obama spoke, we were all silent, except for cheering and shouts of agreement. By the time he spoke, I was delirious with exhaustion, cold, and being generally overwhelmed by the crowd, but I was happy to be there. I don't want to sound petty, but the part I was most looking forward to and, indeed, enjoyed the most, was watching the Bushes fly away forever.
I am sure to post more about it when I get the pictures from my brother's camera and I am feeling slightly less completely overwhelmed and wiped out.
I have slept maybe five hours since Monday and I am at work right now until I go meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mel21clc her +1 and my +1 to go over to the White House for a 3:30 reception with the President and First Lady. I swear I was calm about it earlier today, even excited about how smooth and suave I would be, but now I will just be happy with myself if I don't puke on anyone.
The white tents you can see in the background were where the metal detectors were. For some reason, they made us all enter through a gate that was about ten feet wide, then wind through a Dinseyworld-like line before we got to them. There were so many metal detectors spread far apart that there was no wait once we got there.
The view we had was pretty close to what we anticipated:
It was really crowded, though folks were mostly in good spirits. I honestly couldn't see much, but got occasional glances of both the platform where the ceremony was taking place and the jumbotron adjacent to it.
Once we got to our spot, there was more crowding and camaraderie. We were so close at some points that I couldn't raise my hands, and sometimes I felt the crowd sway and pulse in a scary, uncontrollable way. But people were kind and jubilant. We shared bad jokes, heartfelt songs, and some tears.
When Obama spoke, we were all silent, except for cheering and shouts of agreement. By the time he spoke, I was delirious with exhaustion, cold, and being generally overwhelmed by the crowd, but I was happy to be there. I don't want to sound petty, but the part I was most looking forward to and, indeed, enjoyed the most, was watching the Bushes fly away forever.
I am sure to post more about it when I get the pictures from my brother's camera and I am feeling slightly less completely overwhelmed and wiped out.
I have slept maybe five hours since Monday and I am at work right now until I go meet
mel21clc her +1 and my +1 to go over to the White House for a 3:30 reception with the President and First Lady. I swear I was calm about it earlier today, even excited about how smooth and suave I would be, but now I will just be happy with myself if I don't puke on anyone.
I just got a call that I almost ignored because I didn't recognize the number, even though it was local.
I am glad I picked up. It was the Presidential Inauguration Committee calling to invite me to a reception at the White House on Wednesday. President Obama's first, on his first day in office.
The committee sent an email yesterday, inviting me to apply to be selected, so I did. I've lived within about a mile of the White House for seven years and I have never been. Glad I waited.
See you there,mel21clc. :)
I am glad I picked up. It was the Presidential Inauguration Committee calling to invite me to a reception at the White House on Wednesday. President Obama's first, on his first day in office.
The committee sent an email yesterday, inviting me to apply to be selected, so I did. I've lived within about a mile of the White House for seven years and I have never been. Glad I waited.
See you there,
mel21clc. :)
The image title identifies them as pugcocks, if that, uh, helps at all. Click the image for the Telegraph source and article.
You can thank
aarhead.this makes me smile:
that's my office mate on the right. he photoshopped his head over obama's.
that's my office mate on the right. he photoshopped his head over obama's.
Tried to by inauguration parade tickets, and here were the words ticketmaster asked me to enter to prove I was human:
MmmHMMM.
MmmHMMM.
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