What a week

What a week, ladies and gents. I wouldn't trade it for anything, but man. My brain is reduced to the cognitive ability of a box of hair. Releases, connectivity problems during releases, server problems, fallout from server problems, more releases to patch server problems, which turned out to be buggy releases that had to be rolled back and forth until I'd almost rather have the server go down again than deal with it any more. Almost. Well okay, not at all. But it was a nice, dramatic thing to say. Oh, and my car wouldn't start yesterday, dead battery. Nooo... it wasn't my fault this time! That I know of.

The weekend shall consist of... getting my car back from the shop, hearing the lecture on why one does not neglect oil changes for *insert period of time that I'm too embarrassed to specifiy*, I need to work some on the kitchen, likely do a bit of painting, target run... and an official overhaul of all the stuff in my possession (too much stuff! things on things under things, piled on top of stuff!), so I expect a goodwill trip will be in my future.

Another year, another attempt at a website

Welp. I believe that I've not only decided I don't want to write my website, I also don't want to take the time to understand or deal with a slightly over-involved one. Enter blogger, and i'm excited so far by all the ways my laziness has been catered to. After being inspired by the look of MikeV's blog, here I am with kimhatcher.com v3.0 - fresh, easy, and ready to be ignored for another couple of years. Nuke was good for some things though, so hints of it will pop up here and there. Such as the album - i'll likely have some photo albums hidden unless you sign in, which those who have a nuke login will be able to do. Enough!

Here it is, morning after taking the last two days off, and I must decide what I shall do... work on the house? This always has a certain level of enjoyment and I tend to get quite a bit done. For whatever reason, on occasion God sees fit to grant a freakish level of endurance for this kind of work to a 115 pound female. Why? I really don't know. It's almost alarming for those present to watch... even a little strange to me quite often. But! Things get done, so who can complain? Anyways, it's a lot of trim work today, which is *not* my favorite thing, so perhaps I shall choose something else? I bought some delicious little painting supplies lastnight, I belive I may play with that some. After going to the store, however, my fears are slowly growing that I may be (YET AGAIN!!) choosing an expensive hobby. Expensive hobbies seem to be my lot in life, as MikeL can testify - so why fight?

A brief word from Mark Mackintosh

I hope you have a nice day trees! We play baby puppy a lot.

:-) [he wanted a smiley face to be put in, this was the best i could do on short notice]