Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.



Sunday, December 21, 2014

Must try this...




There is a waffle iron in the cupboard that hasn't seen the light of day in a very long time.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Sometimes you feel...

... like a nut... sometimes you don't...
 

(The jingle just popped into my head for a title as I'm quite sure I already had a post called "Sometimes".)

Monday, December 15, 2014

You're welcome.


Liked it in high school, still do, for all its earworm-worthiness.

 

Couple that I might have added? Al Pacino in "Scent of  Woman" and the security guard in "Nothing to Lose". Oh.... and almost forgot... this...

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Time flies...


On this day in the year 2000...

... by this time...

... mom had already been taken to emergency for the last time.

I just realized that, looking at the clock.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Milestone....

... and I missed it...

Well, that was supposed to be all she wrote... I kind of had a thought in mind that I would end this blog on the day when no one stopped by to visit, whether it be a visit by choice or completely at random. That day happened yesterday, December 5, 2014. After 1,735 days of this blog being in existence, with 55,000 or so views during that time frame, there were zero (0) pageviews yesterday, according to the internal Blogger stats. This has never happened before. Interestingly enough, according to Sitemeter, there were no views on December 4th or 5th, not even me. However, StatCounter indicates there were four visits on December 4th and three visits on December 5th, all showing up as Googlebot, with duration of three of these being 30 minutes 13 sec, 22 minutes 39 sec and 49 minutes 33 sec. Upon further review, these were archived posts from 2012 to 2013, 2011 to 2012 and 2010 to 2011 respectively. What is the big Google machine up to? I have no clue.

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My head hurts. My head has been hurting a lot lately during and after work, even heading into the weekend. I have been made to feel small and incapable. I feel deflated and defeated. If it was a job that I completely sucked at, I might not feel as bad. I need to change something in my life, and yet again, "life" means "job". That's just the way it goes. It seems though, that the decision has already been made for me, and I will need to look for something new very soon. The strange thing is, thinking on that whole idea that life turns in seven year cycles, it is coming close to that time... I just wish I knew what to do this time.

You never know...