Aaagh. I just read the first few pages of Wiped, by Rebecca Eckler, a memoir about having a baby. I already knew I hated her- she writes for the Globe and Mail, and comes across as an entitlement-laden twit. The first few pages confirms this.
Oh noes! She’s still fat six weeks after giving birth! By planned c-section because she couldn’t do anything as undignified as labour, oh no! And that means she can’t work out! And her nanny (even though she’s off work) makes her uncomfortable! And she refused to breastfeed because it’s all icky, but maybe she should have so she’d get skinny again faster! And her baby takes so much work! No one told her having children means work!
I want to throttle her. I want to beat her to death with her Versace handbag, and then kill the chihuahua she probably has, for good measure.
thanks, herbs, for the credit, but it really belongs to Haze and her durkne posstss.
The electrician has come and gone and my freaky switch is all better (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal) and while he was hear, I had him replace the burnt out bulbs with new compact flouries. I am not used to the blueness of the light as compared to the yellowness of traditional incandescent bulbs. But at least now I can see in here, which means I’ll be here after dark more frequently.
Meanwhile, my house is very drafty (I think I kvetched about this last winter, too) and with whippy winds whistling thru the wills (because walls doesn’t follow in the allieration) I AM COLD! So I won’t be hanging out tonight - I will soon get into my toasty bed with my toasty heating bad taosting my feet and another one toasting my back. mmmmmmmm I like warmth.
Someone slap me and make me stop complaining about having to work all the farking time.
I have a solid hour or two of work to get done here before tomorrow, but at least I can do it from the comfiness of my couch.
And it’s snowing, which I know SOME of you think is pretty and wintery and crap like that. I curse all of you with the Curse of The Bus Guy. Under this curse, you will all wake up throughout the night to peer out the window, and periodically open the laptop to look at radar images. If there is enough snow, sometime around 4 am, you will get out of your warm cozy bed, and go drive around on unplowed rural roads to assist the superintendent decide if there’s going to be school.
Of course, this snow isn’t expected to be anywhere near bad enough for that, but it doesn’t mean I won’t be up all night.
How am I supposed to work when cats keep walking on the keyboard?
Scrap twelve piece orchestral presentation of John Denver’s greatest hits planned for tomorrow night’s dinner with Shadow.
Did y’all know that Gilroy, CA is the garlic capital of the world? Did y’all know that Gilroy, CA smells like garlic? Everystinkin’where! I learned this today.
Also, I got headhunted! I had a voice mail to call someone I know. I did. They wanna talk to me about possible employment. I would have to be all over south Jawja but could work out of my home if’n I want. Hmmmmm… we shall talk more on Friday when I am back to the home place. Plus, there’s the possibility of me doin’ some consulting work in Calfornia, Nevada, Colorado, Arizona and New Mexico if’n I think I wanna and if’n suitable terms can be arranged. Ain’t life just weird sometimes!
And… I did some room rearrangin’. The lamp on the desk where I’m postin’ from died. So… I moved a floor lamp from across the room and plugged it in. Lots more light! Plus, since I am gay and all, that means that everyone will ooh and aah over my f-aaaaaa-bu-lous rearrangement!
I went to work. Some idiot turned and went the wromg way down the street right in front of me. :eek: [sup]4[/sup]. BBBobbio, how much would it cost for you to follow me to work every morning?
That rearrangement looks just lovely, swampy. They should have known that the lamp was meant to be where you just moved it to.
It is cold here. Well, not that cold; just below freezing.
That woman sounds deranged and spoiled, LiLi. Not a good combination. I feel sorry for her child.
Friends and I had a lovely dinner around the corner. I had chicken marsala.
For those of you who were following along…here’s the Chanukah commentary I mentioned in my last post. The commentator contrasts the way the holiday is celebrated in Israel with how it’s celebrated in the U.S. Here it’s “not Christmas”; in Israel, it’s a national holiday and the holiday decorations and food are everywhere. My question for SO: how many (if any) of the Jewish holidays are celebrated secularly? IOW: if you’re a non-religious Jew, do you (typically) still celebrate some/most/all holidays? Or are they just days where you might not have to go to work? Just wondering.
Congrats on the graduation, Shadow!
Hope the snow is mild enough that it’s not an issue, MBG! Oh, and you should consider letting the cats type. I’m sure they have something to say.
doggio: 1) :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek: :eek:
2) Working on one’s day off makes it **not **a day off.
I’m gonna do some clean-up, then read for a bit, I think.
I’m actually surprised that woman bore her own child, LiLi; most such deranged and spoiled women these days use surrogates. Plus it’s better for the waistline, don’tcha know. :rolleyes:
You have the BEST nuts, Bobbio!
:eek:, Canine Servant! I hope you were going slowly at the time. It’s bad enough to have some idiot turning in front of you, but what’s worse? Is being that idiot. Not that I would ever do such a thing, needless to say. :rolleyes:
Speaking of snow, we’re supposed to get some tomorrow! Yay! Not much accumulation, if any, but hey, even if it’s just some pretty fat white flakes falling from the sky, that’ll be just fine by me. Especially since I don’t have to go anywhere in it.
I’ve had a nice dinner and a lovely long hot shower, just because, and I’m now sitting here all clean in clean PJs and debating whether I want to just give up and go watch TV in bed. I have no work that’s due before Thursday, and I’m just not feeling inclined to do anything else constructive today. I think I shall do that shortly; but I’m going to waste some more time on this here intarweb first.
That was quick. Way quick. I had the interview this morning and was told I had it this afternoon. I start Monday, and can laze around guiltlessly until then.
I hadn’t thought about you and snow, MBG, but I have a solution. Send the snow here! We want it. That way you don’t have to stay up all night worrying about it, and we get lots of tourists. I’d say it’d be a win-win situation.
I did, in fact, know that Gilroy is the garlic capital. One of many useless bits of food-related trivia.
Whenever I hear John Denver, I think of the Monty Python bit, “And now the sound of John Denver being strangled.”
Would anyone like my nice copy of Wiped? I’ll mail it to you! I don’t want it in my house. Spoiled, whiny, horrible brat. And that’s the mother.
Yay for snowbunny! Well done!
I guess it went ok–I was told by my group that they thought it went well. I was very nervous–the teacher intimidates me, not like my other class, that is taught by an emotionally retarded Smurf…
Ok, Li-Li–you need to run to the nearest book store or library and get yourself a copy of Annie Lamott’s Operating Instructions: a Journal of My Son’s First Year
Best baby book ever written. Promise.
It’s snowing and it’s beautiful white stuff–don’t listen to MBG, he’s a old couch grouch.
Yes, it IS still coming down. :: glaring in SOMEONE’S general direction ::
Anyway, I’m done with the workish work I had to do.
Yay Rabbit!!!
Cuervo is killing me - he’s just running around the house tackling inanimate objects, pouncing on shoes like a ninja and periodically stopping to roll on his back so that he might be admired.
Even Scarlett, who used to despise him, terrorize him, and then later -fear him…she’s sitting on the couch watching him with the funniest look on her face. Every once in a while he sneaks up on her and snips at her tail. She’s baffled by the display of energy.
I like warmth.
