Aw…82? If it were that warm up here, I’d go golf. I’m seriously debating it, but it’s supposed to rain (60% chance) some time later on. Yes, I know it’s only 1.
Up here, it’s only about 68. I’m being picky, though. I’ve left the apartment once all day. I think today might be a slug day.
I’m eventually going to have to hit the weight room…gr…
Maybe I need a nap. That might motivate me.
Yeah…nap…that’s the ticket!
It does, except for the whole training them thing. I just don’t have the time or energy to train an entire cadre.
I’ve had some noodles - not as satisfying as mac-n-cheese, but it was quick. I’ll try to eat a real meal for supper. Pizza is a real meal, right?
It’s warm and lovely here, so I have the house open - at least as much as I can with the storm windows still installed. It’s warmer outside than inside - well, it was, till I opened things up. It should be nice inside soon.
Oh, pizza is a real meal. I cna eat pizza indefinitely. Send some this way. I’m so giddy for pizza now, I won’t even fix my typo.
The stuff I needed to get done is all done. Go me! I’m such a productive ummm… sump’n that’s productive. Now, Ima goof off til time to go home cause I can.
FCD just called. He’s just leaving the office north of Baltimore. I’ll be surprised if he gets home in under 3 hours… poor baby.
How long are his commutes usually?
He works at Goddard Space Flight Center just north of DC, so he’s usually home within 90 minutes. But today, he had to go to a contractor up north of Baltimore. In no traffic, it would take just over 2 hours from there to here. But in Friday night rush hour, it’ll take longer.
Well, swampy, the site is (NSFW) amibearornot.com. If you can figure out which one I am, then… that’s creepy, but I doubt you’ll be able to find me.
The CLEP test went fabulously. I got a 64, which was enough to get me 12 hours of credit for French. I’m now officially out of German and French classes that my school offers to take. 
Also, I’ve spent one semester in each classification now. One semester as a freshman, one as a sophomore, one as a junior, and this semester is my senior semester. I can explain in more detail, but let me just say that my school has a weird way of doing some things. (But yes, that’s senior as in >90 semester hours senior.)
Also, here’s my day today. I wake up at 11:47. SHIT! I woke up late for my only class! (It’s at noon.) I hurry, shower, put clothes that match on (without glasses, even!) and then hurry to class, only to show up only 5 minutes late…
But it was canceled. I woke up for NOTHING!
Nekkid hairy men! I perk up.
Being sick sucks. I thought, Oh, the next time I get sick, I’ll putter around the house, putting everything back in its proper place, and so by doing, find the flashlight I lost and those earrings, and… I’ll surf the web and go back and look at everything I bookmarked but didn’t have a chance to properly linger over. And best of all, I’ll lose 10 pounds!
Nooooooooo…
Nobody told the puppy I was sick. The puppy wanted to go for a walk at 6:10 this morning. (Okay, the puppy didn’t want to go for a walk. The puppy wanted to romp on the bed with us. But I took the puppy for a walk, anyway.)
You’d think at 6:10 in the morning you’d be safe to blearily, sickily, coughingly stumble out of the house with last-night’s-fever-and-sweaty-bed-head. You’d think. Nooooooooo… Had to run into People. Who wanted to say hello to the puppy. I was honestly quite startling in appearance.
Have I caught up on my email? Folded laundry? Slept? Nooooooooooooo…
What’s the point of being sick if you can’t get to those little things that have been waiting for a day off when one has only the energy to sit somewhere quietly? What’s the point of being sick if you can’t lose 5-10 lbs?
On the plus side, the soup I’ve been eating is really good.
I could so do with a Friday afternoon nap. I ran home at lunch to make a sandwich and I made the huge mistake of sitting down on my couch. Almost didn’t make it back to work.
I don’t have many plans this weekend other than relax. This is my first real set of days off in a month my last set of plans went haywire when we had an “incident” at work and being boss lady I had to come in. So I am thinking I will catch up on my movies and maybes sort out the closet in my spare bedroom as I have a binch of new clothes to put in
Feel better FCM
The Boy made the Math Bowl team at his elementary school. I really don’t know what this means, but he is very excited about it, so I guess this is a Good Thing. He’s also off the charts on reading and is hitting well for his baseball team so he’s fairly balanced, which I like to see.
Is eight years old too young to start drilling him on Fourier Transforms?
That’s awesome Shibb! Congrats to your son.
You’re never too young to hate your parents. 
Having a puppy is a lot like having a penis.
Some mornings, you wake up and the puppy wants to go for a walk/play.
You pull one of those one-eye-open peeks at the puppy and say “nooo puppy…sleep good”.
The puppy doesn’t care. It has the ball/leash in its mouth. So it starts looking cute and bouncing and nudging any exposed skin with its wet nose.
“Noooooo puppy…sleep…good!”
It keeps bouncing and looking cute until you relent and do what the puppy wants.
Sometimes, it’s JUST like having a penis.
(feel free to libreally sprinkle <snerks> in the dialogue)
Oh yeah, everyone, I just woke up from a 2 and a half hour nap. I am a lazy bastard. Be jealous.
Tired, tired, tired. But it’s Friday and brother’s plans changed. So he won’t be showing up here tonight with kids, and I get to have a nice, quiet, recover-from-the-week night. I’ve had some Ritz crackers and smashed taters (N.O.T.) and will probably round out dinner with ice cream. I have declared this a real meal. Please don’t tell Mom.
Glad you’re starting to feel better, FCM. Savannah, hope you feel better soon!
I think a cadre of mobile, pre-trained husbands would be very useful. I could use one to help me out with a few gardening projects the next few weeks.
Loune, Lissla leads a complex life. She has her real-life husband, known in these parts as Mr. Lissar, and a number of auxiliary husbands who are generally responsible for making her life easier. Driving Husband, for instance, provides transportation from time-to-time. She can explain this much better, though. Ask again next week when she’s back.
Glad you checked in susan. Sounds very promising. I suppose I’ll survive the suspense.
Belz, I can’t believe no one has responded to your fortune:
You will meet many interesting new friends.<snerk>in bed!<snerk>
It’s not difficult to understand your wife’s reaction, of course.
Did I mention I’m tired? Maybe I’ll take a nap.
GT
Congrats, ShibbSpawn . Tell him he’s still behind. I was reading Jack Horner’s archaeology books when I was in first grade.
Balance is good. What position does he play?
Outfield. He’s not that balanced. 
Actually he’s doing pretty well out there, too. And he really wants to pitch, which probably won’t happen this season, but maybe next season. And he might read Jack Horner if he had access to them, but he kind of outgrew paleontology a few years back.
Well, if he’s got a good arm in the outfield, that may translate to a pitching spot.
Don’t wanna have the kid overthrow or mess his arm up at an early age.
I used to bring the heat. I missed the backstop frequently. It makes for a better psychological weapon if the pitcher has no clue where the ball is going, too.
Get the kid to keep it up. It sounds like he’s rounding nicely. Might wanna get him into art or something fun. No, waitaminit, in high school, that’ll make him look gay…
Hah, got that song in all your heads, didn’t I?
The SO and I went kite-flying today. I had picked up two uber-cheap kites, which at first I thought was a big failure because one - mine, in a pretty goldfish shape - broke before we even used it. But then we put together the other one.
This was in a Red Baron shape, and it had a special bow that hummed with the wind. We figured out how to put the stupid thing together, and after a few false starts, got it into the air, and - bliss.
I can’t really describe it but flying that kite was one of the most relaxing, meditative things I have done in a long time. I and the SO both laughed, and watched it swoop through the sky, making silly jokes about bombing runs and “The Germans! The Germans are coming!” We even exchanged in some mild PDA, which we almost never do. And eventually we ended up, him with his arms around me, me flying the kite, and both of us completely relaxed. I felt like my worries all flew away with the kite.
I highly recommend it because this is how I feel:
Aw. How cute. That actually is a cute little story.
Although the visual of Germans when they come isn’t necessarily romantic…unless you’re into that type of thing.