Posted in June 29, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Just a quick word: (or several quick words!) I start rowing in six days! YAY! I’ll write more later when I don’t have clients *screaming* at me for not getting back to them in a timely manner. I want to swear right now, but I’d only be swearing at myself for allowing my head to [...]
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Posted in June 22, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Work is incredibly busy lately. I love being busy, but secretly I wish I could put my full attention towards one client, rather than spreading myself so thin with so many. Although I feel this way, I wouldn’t want to say no to any of them — I really enjoy all the projects that I’m [...]
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Posted in June 19, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Hey everyone! I have five more invitations for gmail accounts — Who would like one? I’m really liking my new account, as I can receive up to 10 mb per message, there’s no tagline included when I send a message out, and there’s 1 gig of storage space per email account. Sounds like a great [...]
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Posted in June 18, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
I love where my office is located! This is a picture I took while having lunch with Courtney the other day. We went to “The Mill” which is located at Coal Harbour, about 2 blocks from my office (and her office is two buildings up from mine). It doesn’t get much better than this for [...]
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Posted in June 17, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
I’ve had a bad headache for at least five days now, and I must admit, it’s starting to get really annoying. I really don’t want to take anything stronger than advil during the day because if I do, I’ll be curled up in a little ball in my office. At let me tell you, my [...]
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Posted in June 13, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Yep, another birthday weekend has come and gone. And, I got spoiled. From Vern taking me out to make sure that my birthday was indeed celebrated on “the day” to Jeremy taking me out the next night, to the awesome get-together that Jenn organized for me at the Rugby Club on Friday, I must say, [...]
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Posted in June 10, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Deep Thoughts! “I remember how my great-uncle Jerry would sit on the porch and whittle all day long. Once he whittled me a toy boat out of a larger toy boat I had. It was almost as good as the first one, except now it had bumpy whittle marks all over it. And no paint, [...]
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Posted in June 9, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
I’ve been *told* to say “It’s my birthday” today on my blog… But really… That’s so not me. But she demanded. So, here it is. It’s a hectic workday for a birthday, with meetings this morning, and a ton of stuff to do on my task list, I’ll likely have to work after I get [...]
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Posted in June 7, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
Who are you? Have we ever met? Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. Describe me in one word. What reminds you of me? If you could give me anything, what would it be? Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t? Are you going to put this on your weblog and [...]
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Posted in June 5, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
I rowed today for the first time in my life! It was an incredible experience — Especially since I had absolutely no frame of reference with which to place any preconceived notions on. All I knew before going out today was that I enjoyed being on the water, and even my past cadet experiences rowing [...]
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Posted in June 4, 2004 ¬ 12:00 amh.Tanya (aka NetChick)
There’s got to be a more reasonable method to birth control. I’m serious. Are we still in the freekin’ dark ages here? I absolutely can’t believe that, in this day and age, women still have to go through hell every month, or three months as the case may be. I’m on depo — Yes, that’s [...]
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