Aye, it's me blog

I have been made to blog. Look at me go.

It's dark already and I'm still at work. I have pulled together a presentation for a client that so thrashes their web property that they will have to hire me to fix it. It's a strategy that almost always works. Go Judyote.

My father turned 75 last week. Three of my sisters droped in on him to celebrate -- two from out of town, and he was thrille.d Took them all shopping and spent $2000 at Talbot's. Maybe I should have flown back, after all. Who would have guessed they'd celebrate his birthday by goign shopping for women's clothing?

The janitor has given me three CDs of "spanish music." He's a nice enough guy, but creeps me out a little bit. Maybe it's because he seems so weirdly smart, like he's just moonlighting as a janitor and really he's a college professor somewhere. And a bit familiar. On previous occasions, he has recommended a shot of tequila to stave off a cold. Evidently, he has told this to some of the architects here, and they say it works pretty well.

Yesterday I bought my dad's favorite cereal -- Great Grains. They're coming to visit SF next week, my parents. My dad hasn't been here in 12 years. Count 'em. 12. First, I thought it was me. Then, I figured maybe his republican leanings made coming to the gay capital of the world an uncomfortable proposition. Now I'm back to thinking it's me again. I called today, to tell him about the cereal, and he said, "Judy Who?" It's just his way of teasing me for calling so much. I think.

I have a confession. I've gone into the architects' food pantry and taken their fancy nut jar and picked most (but not all) of teh M&Ms out of it. Bad, bad subtenant. Although, if I don't share this URL, no one will ever be the wiser.