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New co-worker in the funny mix. He's always been funny, but again we have more time to email back and forth these days. We'll name him Hunter. One of the things I *LOVE* about Hunter is that his laugh is just like my brother Joel's, and hearing that laugh makes me really happy. Thankfully Hunter laughs a lot.

Hunter sent me and FCW a picture of his bunker and here's how THAT email thread went:

Hunter: Told you I have a bunker. Weapons, ammo, and food. I'm not psycho, it's for hunting.

Me: Ummmm, if I say that I'm not a weirdo does that mean that I'm not?

FCW: I think if you have to tell someone you aren't you might be.

Hunter: Lol, think what you want. I just recommend telling people that you don't like very much to try breaking into my house.

FCW and Hunter proceed to banter about the types of guns Hunter has (boooooorrrrrrrriiiiinnnnnnnngggggggggg!)

Me: Yeah well, I have guns too. I'll take a picture tomorrow.

FCW: Laser Tag guns don't count.

Hunter: Neither do glue guns.

I'm SO sure! OK, they aren't *MY* guns, they're BJ's. I'd never even want to touch the things. I don't think BJ wants me to touch them either. Have I ever mentioned that someone he dated seriously ended up in prison for killing her boyfriend's wife? Of course, that was well after she and BJ stopped dating. Still, he's a little nervous about the women in his life handling guns.

Good call, BJ.

Not a day goes by that I don't laugh out loud with my co-workers. It seems that everyone is using their best humor to make the best of the situation and that's just the way it should be.

Back story: BJ has a friend (and I've adopted him as one of my own) that is working on an awesome project. It gets geeks like me all hopped up to even think about. Waves to Jeff! Anyway, Jeff and I have been recently in touch and it brought his job to the forefront of my mind. Since I work with a bunch of geeks (and I say that in the nicest way), I told a couple of them about what Jeff does. I knew that they'd be really interested in the project. Nope, not sharing here unless Jeff says it's OK.

Oh, and I'm adding a new co-worker. I'll call him Neighbor (he sits a couple of feet away from me)

So, here's how THAT email exchange went:

Me to Neighbor: Hey- I was telling FCW about this project. He thinks we should see about getting job cleaning mirrors or something.

Neighbor to me and FCW : Apparently there is a job there that actually involves cleaning mirrors. Sweet!

Neighbor then provided the job description. In part, "and will play a lead role in the design of the associated coating, cleaning, handling and in-situ testing equipment."

Neighbor to me and FCW > Seriously, one would think that they've got to clean them like *all* the time - I mean, you're looking into deep space and you wouldn't want a spec of dust to be mistaken for a hostile planet. Do you think you'd ever get to point it at ants on the sidewalk?

FCW to Neighbor and me: Space telescope - hello?? They point it ants (or their equivalent) on other planets.

FCW (apparently an instigator of all things funny) mentioned that a couple of the guys were thinking of getting radio controlled helicopters and having races during 'down' time (there's plenty of it these days...). I mentioned that I wanted to play laser tag because BJ won't play laser tag with me at home. Of course, FCW had to make a comment about what I do in the privacy of my own home....

I'm now in charge of the sign-up sheet for Laser Tag. Even the managers are all over the idea. We've decided that with all the empty cubicles, it would make a GREAT place for strategic play. I can't WAIT!

Man, I'm going to miss these guys.... ::sigh::

Last night, I have to say that my dreams were rather pleasant. Thank goodness because I had quite a day of "where did Lori's brain go?" yesterday. I'll just do this in list form- we all know how I like lists:

1. Forgot to wear my watch and wedding ring- I never forget that!


2. Noticed I was all out of coffee when I tried to make it for my train ride in the morning. Meh.


3. Tried to give the Starbucks guy my train pass instead of my Starbucks card


4. Tried to set up 4 meetings for Tuesday before getting back lots of smart-aleky answers about why I'm scheduling a meeting on a holiday


5. Once again tried to pay for my Starbucks (afternoon is iced green tea) with my train pass


6. Finally got it right, only to drop the Starbucks card (which I'd just added 100.00 to) on the floor and leave it there. Fortunately someone noticed it and the nice barista gave it to me before my tea was made.


7. Apparently also lost my debit card there (the one I used to add 100.00 to the SBX card). Unfortunately nobody noticed that, so I had to cancel the old card and order a new one today.


8. Walked into a couple of walls, but what else is new?


9. Put dinner in the oven and forgot to turn it on. I noticed an hour later.

Today I planned for a nice, quiet telecommute day except for a doctors appointment which you can read about if you're logged in. NO BOYS! I cranked up my super espresso maker (it does everything automatically except wash your coffee cup when you're done), and wouldn't you know- it's on the fritz.

Two nights in a row, I've had HORRIBLE nightmares. In fact, last night's nightmare was a continuation of the nightmare I had the night before. Now really, who does that? Wanna be grossed out? Sure you do.

Tuesday night I dreamed that I went outside to do some yard work and came across a big hole. Looked to be about 1.5 feet wide, so I went to investigate. Inside I found (yech) live rats and live snakes and puppies and kittens. Some dead, some alive. There was blood and slime everywhere. I wanted so badly to save the puppies and kittens but the rats had big teeth and the snakes were rattlesnakes. I decided to just bury all of it, so shoveled dirt into the hole and cried.

Last night, I dreamed that my girls (Kathy and Jess) came for an overnighter- just us girls. I told them about the hole with the kittens, puppies, snakes and rats and they wanted to see. So, we went out to my garden, and there was that huge hole again with the same stuff as I'd dreamed the night before. The dream went a little further and even more disturbing when this little kid (not related) came running into the room where we were watching movies (SATC if you must know), and said, a cat had kittens in a frying pan on top of your stove. We wanted to wait to go look until after the movie so it was a good 1/2 hour or so. Unfortunately, the kid decided to turn on the stove to keep the kittens warm and by the time I found them, they were all dead.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know what these dreams mean. To me, it's just my mind working through all the things I like 'dying' around me. Maybe now that I've written it all down, the gory dreams will stop.

On one hand, I'm glad I was blessed with imagination and creativity; however I think this same blessing is a curse because that imagination and creativity does not end when I go to sleep.

Welcome to my circus. Or should I say funeral home?