I have a feeling I’m setting someone up here … we’ll see.
My tummy was a bit queasy this morning so I stayed home from work; after giving it a chance to calm down, I did get in a trip to Whole Foods and Safeway. So it -has- been a productive day, yay! I got some quinoa at Whole Foods and am going to try that as an additional whole grain. I also stocked up on the Liberte Mediterranee brand of greek-style yogurt–it’s hard to say how much I love this stuff, but I do make special trips to Whole Foods to get it.
Hope Rebo’s doing okay, sending good thoughts her way!
I changed it to “Study Abroad Course” with the locations I visited in England listed. I also developed a deep and burning hatred of MS Office 07 because when I tried to insert page numbers and a header (so my name shows up on the second page), I lost my color bar that made the whole resume look cool. I have another copy saved at home, but all the changes I made to the text in the last fifteen minutes will have to be redone.
Also it’s the last week of classes and there are loud, annoying study groups all over the library. STFU y’all!
You can’t make clay in the evening, woman! Everyone knows you make clay when the sun shines. Jeesh.
Dinner is cleaned up. I made hamsteaks, sweet potato biscuits and green beans. What can I say? I felt all Southern my own self.
Outfit ironed for the morrow and my other things are laid out as well. Now, if only I can arise with the alarm, all will be well.
#2 son had The Talk at school today–the one where they separate the girls and boys and talk about the Changes Their Bodies Are Experiencing. The term nocturnal emission was used. #2 son is not talking about it. At all. Didn’t happen, not gonna mention it etc.
If it weren’t for my morning coffee with friends today, I’d never have been the wiser. I’m sure the school sent home a notice. I am also sure #2 son dispatched it to the nearest garbage can before he got home with it…
I am not very troubled by any of this, but I will say this: girls are easier in some respects. Of course, boys are easier in others.
I just realised I’m cooking dinner for the first time in almost a week (I’ve either eaten out or just skipped the meal since last Thursday)… it feels a little strange.
We’re having grilled merguez snausages with a super-delicious potato salad The Angry Russian sent home with me today (we’ve been riding into work together the past few days, since I’ve been going to Suburban Hell for meetings again). Honestly, if she starts packing me lunch, I’m going to have to call her “Mom” going forward. :dubious:
rigs, think of this as a golden opportunity to embarass your son by bringing up the subject at the dinner table. Isn’t that the entire purpose of spawning?
tarra, I hear you on the Liberte. If it was possible to propose marriage to food products, I’d be on bended knee in front of their plum walnut yogurt (but I’d probably have a torrid affair with the lemon flavour all the while, and possibly steal kisses from dulce de leche).
MAD TV did a hilarious 1950’s-style spoof of the old The Talk filmstrips where Will Sasso and Alex Borstein died because they had sex before marriage. My YouTube and Google-fu is weak tonight, which is why there’s no link to it here.
No Blurfs here. Toay was a good day. I had to take a make-up Calc III exam with Frofessor Moon Unit. It was rediculously easy… I got to his office an hour before class; he let me have that hour plus the whole two hours of class to take it. Alone and unsupervised. With my laptop (Armed with Wolfram Mathematica, MatLab, and the Internet), textbook and textbook solutions manual, and all my notes and study guides in my bag.
I didn’t use them, I know this material inside and out. But it still amuses me that I COULD have…
Also, thanks to Alex Roommate, I am addicted to this game. It’s SO much fun and there is a lot of strategy involved!
Yays, Hugs, Boos, Cheers, and High-Velocity Cranial Trout Applications as appropriate!
Any of you who are at a university need to get this book and read the chapter titled “Did He Just Say Meep?” It’s about a particularly spacey English professor who somehow managed to climb inside his podium and get stuck in the middle of class.
I sometimes don’t buy Liberte yogurt when I pass it in the grocery store. Sometimes. Spaz, I’m re-reading A Wave in the Mind, by Ursula K. Le Guin, essays on writing, and this sentence jumped out at me re: the conversation you overheard last week:
I grilled boneless skinless chicken boobies and then topped them with feta cheese. We had leftover tater salad along with the boobs. I was far too lazy to do anything else.
When I came home, I had to run back out with my son to Tar-Jay and Famous Footwear. We bought him some black slacks to go with his Sonic shirt and we had to buy black shoes. Since he’ll be working drive through, he won’t need blades or skates. He’s hoping that he’ll get to work up to car hop though. He wants the tips. The grand opening is 27 April and he’s working six to midnight that night. He’ll spend the rest of this week training and he’s very stoked.
When I left work it was 82 degrees out. Too bad clouds and rain are now supposed to start moving in.
I didn’t see the sun until I left for home today because I didn’t leave my office at all during the work day, not even for lunch.
Not much else going on, so I guess I’ll go for now.
Morning all. I read 3 books in 3 days (I forgot how much I love reading, especially when I don’t have a toddler interrupting every 5 minutes). I read the first 3 books in Stephenie Meyers’ vamp series, so now I need to get on Amazon and buy the fourth (Beyond Dawn, I think).
I got 2 hours of sleep last night because of the shift I took. There will be a doozy of a tale later, as soon as I can stay awake long enough to type it.
You remember how little kids butcher their native tongue as they learn the language? In our house, we called them Bobbyisms. There used to be a lot of them, but in my old age, and his young adulthood, very few actually live on.
One example is the first meal of the day, brefkist. One other, sure to cause him no small amount of embarrassment at it’s mention, is the real name of your (FCMom’s) pasta du jour, which is brutellini.
I hate my dog. He woke me up at 3:30 to whine in my face. When I finally got out of bed at 4 a.m. to walk him because he wouldn’t shut the hell up, he spent more time eating grass than taking care of whatever business was so important that he had to wake me up in the first place.
Then at some point, as I discovered when I got up just now, he chewed one of my slippers to pieces. I don’t know what possessed him–he rarely chews on things he’s not supposed to anymore.
But then he gives me this, and how can you hate that?
I’m trying to decide if I should go back to bed since I don’t have to work today, or stay up, do something useful for a couple hours, and then nap.
It looks like it was a reaction to Claritin-D, which can elevate your BP. I already have hypertension, and take meds for it. I took a Claritin-D before bed Sunday night because my allergies stop up my nose, and I don’t sleep well if I can’t breathe through my nose. (I have a CPAP machine.)
The weird thing is, I’ve been doing this for weeks, and I’m just now seeing the high BP. Doc said it could be a cumulutive thing. Anyway, he switched me to regular Claritin without ephedrine, and a nasal spray. Which frickin’ Walgreen’s was out of! Grr. I’ll get it today.
I feel much better, and my BP was normal this morning. So here I am at work, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Not.
I made homemade pizza last night, and it was yummy!