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Alison Hawke

Alison Hawke

Stickers

It's been a while since I put a blogsticker in here. You know you've done a successful advertising campaign when it slips into common usage and starts appearing everywhere. The original ad was "Got Milk?" Now we have this: ThinkGeek sells a t-shirt

Cooking

The Leaning Tower of Laundry has been reduced to a smallish pile of rubble, and there is fresh, handmade bread rising in the kitchen. Parcels arrived from Fiona and my parents, it's pouring with rain outside, and tonight is the Alpha course celebration dinner. Dana Engleman is cooking

Paul's birthday

Went to Crestwood Mall with Larry and Sarah, ended up playing with a Pug puppy in the pet shop. It was a small size puppy in a large size skin, with the biggest, widest feet I have ever seen on a toy dog. Very cute.

Ouch!

I have no idea how this happened, but the bottle of grape juice I was carrying out of the store leaped out of the carrier bag and shattered, just inside the store. I now have a 12mm oval shaped cut, a small puncture wound and a couple of scratches, all

Gainful Employment

My ideal job: It would be a Java programming job, with some web development involved. I would be a junior member of a team, with several people I could ask for help. I really don't care any more what kind of company I work for, only that it

Job hunting

Applied for six jobs today, three yesterday. It's galling the number of senior posts I could get if I had, oh, four more years experience. How on earth do you get the experience when no-one lets you experience anything?

Jewellery and jobs

Went shopping for a tougher chain for the cross I gave Hubby for Valentine's. Instead of going to the mall close by, I drove about 20 minutes out to Chesterfield and got there just as the woman was putting out the trays of jewellery. Wandered off and waited,

Valentine's Day

It's a nice sunny day, I'm meeting Hubby for lunch, and we're going out to dinner tonight.

Important Dates

Everything happens in a rush. Anniversary of the first date. Valentine's Day. Paul's birthday. My birthday. All within five weeks.

Voice Mail Hell

I really, really, really, hate phoning the health insurance company. First I called the number on my card, went through two voice mail menus, waited five minutes and talked to someone who was very nice, but said I had to call another number because another company was responsible for refusing

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