a short break

Work's been busy. And it will probably stay that way through April. I've been working in e-newsletter hell today. I'm such a print girl at heart. I'm trying to embrace this digital medium, but some parts of the process of getting from idea to internet are just ugly, boring and stupid.

I say this because I, of course, am more comfortable with the familiar. On an up internet note, my chapter blog is doing well. I added a link to the site feed — which I should consider doing for this blog — today, as well as adding a post with a follow up question after our meeting yesterday.

I've asked the other board members to help get the ball rolling and post their comments. Somehow I think I may be waiting on that for a while. Some of the board members can be a bit slow to act at times. The positive to that is that all my work will help give me a good position me for the vice president spot on the board next year.

And now for to Valentine's Day notes:
First, I found out that the husband who I wrote about in "flower points, part two" is a faithful reader of my blog, which tickled me. Also relating to that post, the guy who sent the flowers to the girl got an excited phone call of thanks. And my roomie did finally get her flowers — roses not daisies, but still flowers and quite pretty.

Kcprogrammer confessed to being outdone on this one, but he reasoned that was OK considering his past record and the flowerless record of my roomie's boy. (My roses, by the way are lovely. I didn't have the right vase to properly show them off at the time, but have since done a change out and the roses are sitting pretty.)

Second, kcprogrammer noted that AT had made a post about the 14th on her blog, and my blog was postless on the topic. For those who don't want to know Valentine's details (i.e., Big-Bold-D), stop reading here. For the rest of you, I had a nice, quiet evening with my sick boyfriend. Yes, he's sick in the head — well in the ears-nose-throat part of the head. But he came over anyway (he's so sweet) laden with gifts (he's too good to me) and did a fair job of pretending to be impressed by my ability to bake from a Dunkin Hines box (he's such a liar).

We ordered Wheat State and ate our favorite pizza, Pa's Barnyard, while watching my favorite movie, Amélie (he's such a sport). Then he went home to rest and recuperate, and I went to sleep hugging the cutest little furry stuffed animal. I'm pretty sure he's a dog, though there's a slight chance he's a bear. ;)