I take it back. After the neverending hell that has been this afternoon’s conference call, the dentist will be a welcome mercy.
I might even enjoy it somewhat, since at least the dentist doesn’t expect much of me except to sit still, watch the TV on the ceiling and not bleed too much. This, on the other hand, is pain that I’m expected to actively participate in.
LiLi, I don’t suppose you can remind Driving Husband that them crazy Mennonites also seem to think they’re too good to believe in evolution, which kind of takes away any cred they get for skipping on self-punishment for Lent?
What a day. I managed to survive at the office, since my cough is just about gone, but this morning, my tummy was bothering me. Lucky for me, the little girl engineer’s room is right next to my office…
I’ve got laundry going, and I’m going to do a little clay work before heading to class - I need some pieces to dry before I can finish with them. Hope I survive tonight - I’m exhausted! I woke up from a NyQuil coma, and it took much of the morning to get in gear.
I’ll probably make pancakes for supper, just because it’s easy. I thought about making a real supper, but it ain’t gonna happen today. Such is life.
That’s all I’ve got for now. Except to say that I’ll be emailing the pottery recipients when I receive your postage checks, so if you don’t hear from me, get in touch and we’ll see what happened.
I’ve been rearranging and picking up and totally ran out of energy. I wish I could say I have cabin fever, living in a cabin, but I don’t. This place does need a good deep cleaning, though. Especially the floor in front of the door and the kitchen, where all the dirt seems to get tracked in. I think I’m beginning to see where the idea of spring cleaning came from.
Of course you won’t fry it nekkid, there is that cute, frilly little apron…
Continued prayers for your friend soapy
Yeah, snowbunny, our days are already significantly longer daylight-wise, and I began my spring cleaning on Sunday. So the bookshelf and my beads and clay crap are all tidied up and looking neat as a pin. The kitchen, however, needs a complete purging and scrubbing. That can wait for another month, I suppose.
It’s sunny and 37°F, I have windows open and will begin housework as soon as I post this. No, really, I will!
Hmm, I guess that means I will start my chores now…
Good Og, it’s 41F, I’m opening the window again. This is freaky weird. The longer days are welcome. I like winter and all, but the change is welcome. It’s really early for this, though. Perhaps winter will come back and bitch-slap us. That would thrill the tourists, for sure.
apparently my notes,my memory and the minutes of hte meeting all pale in comparasion to what Miss Perfect remembers. Are you kidding me?
This wouldn’t be an issue at all if she hadn’t accused me of being wrong (in a very aggressive and demeaning way) in front of a large number of my colleagues and the President and Deans of my college- when I was not wrong!
Ugh. I need to be made of stronger stuff. These types of situations make me ill.
{{Ivory}} If the meeting notes agree with what you said, you’ll come out on top in the end. And, even if it’s not right now, Miss Perfect will piss off the wrong person at some point (i.e. a person with power over her job) and will get the bitch slap she deserves. I believe in karmic justice.
It’s 4:43. Almost time to go! Woohoo! (I really don’t hate my job. Actually, I like it quite a lot. This was just one dragging-on sort of day.)
Well today just got a lot better for me for what may be a bitchy reason. I just received notification that a former friend dropped me at one of my online haunts. In a way it’s bittersweet–we used to be good friends, but over the last couple of years we’ve grown apart. She said a few things last year that really made me think about what kind of a person she is. Complicated Roommate and I had a long talk last night about this person (he used to know her too) and we both agreed that she’s become a persona, whatever was genuine about her is either dead or so deeply hidden no one will find it until her midlife crisis. Having her finally drop me after I dropped her months ago is like that infection rosie had–once the nasty part comes out the rest heals up quick.
Well, the critique of my kimono project went alright.I got my teacher to take pictures of me in my kimono too, so I’ll post those later. I got a new keycard so I can actually get into my dorm and changed clothes for work.
I had a pleasant surprise too. Last Halloween I wore kimono to a party. Within a half-hour or so my back and shoulders were burning. Today, I wore kimono until 3:00pm and my back got tired, but not painfully so. Yay! I’m building muscle! I’ve noticed I’ve been having an easier time standing up straight all the time too (for some reason sitting up straight is harder. I dunno.)
I dunno Spaz I kinda like the dropped friendships/festering pustules analogy.
Howdy Y’all! Pancakes make a fine supper. kai wearin’ an apron is not bein’ nekkid. Oh and no burly butcher bacon. I got me a gnawin’ and a cravin’ today for some of those little brown and serve sausage links, so I stopped at the store and got a pack. Even ol’ y’all know who was happy about that. Neither one of us had had 'em in a while. We’s stuffded. So after a little post dindin “appreciation” he left cause he has to get up early tomorrow and it’s just easier to get to work from his house early. However, we shall both attend Ash Wednesday services tomorrow night and have spend the night night, so it’s all good.
{{{Soapy and friend}}} The hug is also for the work stuff.
taxi I had my honor defended at lunch today by somebody who wasn’t there yesterday, so it’s all good now. However, if you need to do penance, sayin’ your Kix condoms slogan outloud at your place of work will do.
kai and snowbunny that is not window openin’ weather. Low 70s is window openin’ weather. I say this cause y’all seem confused about appropriate window openin’ weather.
It’s Fat Tuesday and I’m hormonal, dammit. So I’m gonna take that “Fat” thing literally by eating three jelly donuts in the space of 24 hours, and no one better try to convince me otherwise.
I warned y’all she was prime. She passed the Highly Entertaining Test and the Would I Show This To My Family Test. (Dan Savage passes the one but not the other which is why he will never be featured on Agony Aunt failing a cold day in the realm of Hades.)
I am a bad mumper
I am tired and cranky and achy and my stomach is still a little upset and I have no desire to even try to catch up - sorry all
whine whine whine wine whine
I’ll be a better mumper tomorrow (hopefully)
Sorry about your friend, Soapy. And about the work thing. Hope it clears up soon. Hugs.
I’ve added the Lemon Cous Cous Cake and meatless recipe links to the blog.
Oh, my! Margo is really very funny. Well, when you add Agony Aunt Ryl to her, anyway.
Cheer up, rosie!
I can’t believe I forgot to wave at Roo earlier! ::waves::
I really want pancakes, but had a really heavy, calorie-laden lunch (wings, mac 'n cheese, green beans with bacon, sweet potatoes, pulled chicken with BBQ sauce and other stuff I’m forgetting) so I’m going to have a light dinner. Don’t even know what yet (I’m not all that hungry). Maybe an apple with dabs of peanut butter?
Oh and no burly butcher bacon. I got me a gnawin’ and a cravin’ today for some of those little brown and serve sausage links, so I stopped at the store and got a pack. Even ol’ y’all know who was happy about that. Neither one of us had had 'em in a while. We’s stuffded. So after a little post dindin “appreciation” he left cause he has to get up early tomorrow and it’s just easier to get to work from his house early. However, we shall both attend Ash Wednesday services tomorrow night and have spend the night night, so it’s all good.