Me at work

Little boxes made of ticky-tacky

I have my new song for the moment...
Little boxes, the lyrics are attached.
This is how I feel right now.
I am a circle in a world of little boxes.

I have to finish my Miss Piggy post today. I will try to remember - anyway - check this song out on itunes - very simple - yet very apropo (sp?).


1. Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky-tacky,
Little boxes, little boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

2. And the people in the houses
All go to the university,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
And there's doctors and there's lawyers
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

3. And they all play on the golf-course,
And drink their Martini dry,
And they all have pretty children,
And the children go to school.
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
And they all get put in boxes
And they all come out the same.

4. And the boys go into business,
And marry, and raise a family,
And they all get put in boxes,
Little boxes, all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same.

BOSS PTO UPDATE

I am going to start keeping a BOSS PTO Calendar

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Monday, July 25, 2005

Boss emailed that he will be out of the office all day. He is seeing the doctor "today as she wants to do some tests on my proboscis."

No More Boss Patrol

ok - so I am removing all of mention of my job - check this link out and be careful.

Miss Piggy is Back

If I told the truth, I would have to tell you about my obsession with Miss Piggy. I don't remember when or why it started, but as a child, I was a Miss Piggy fan. Obsessed is the only way to describe my child infatuation with the female piggy.

On my fifth birthday, I had the chicken pox. It was horrible. And than she arrived, in a big wrapped package with a blue bow. - to be continued - I am at work...

It's now august

Monday morning is very sad
I wake up early already mad
Dreading the work to come ahead
Typing memos my fingers lead
All my knowledge slipping away
The brain cells dying more each day
I have wanted for sometime
To work a job