The other night, I stood in front of my shoe shelf and prayed for spring. I miss my sandals.
**KeithT **left yesterday morning. And last night after I got home from work and started cleaning I found 1 sock, a t-shirt, a pair of pj pants, and his toothbrush. I don’t think he really wanted to leave. 
My parents are coming up for dinner tonight. KeithT and I had leftovers from our Mediterranean/Middle Eastern sorta dinner on Friday so I’m using that as the inspiration for tonight’s dinner. I’ve got leftover baba ganoush and some dill/cucumber yogurt sauce. I’m going to make Rachael Ray’s Israeli Spice Rub Chicken, a tomato/cucumber/feta salad, and some garlic/mint couscous. Should be good. And it’s surprisingly easy for something so “exotic.” Of course Dad won’t eat the couscous, but I’ll toast up some pitas to go with the dip/spread so that should be good enough. Then again, since I’m moving soon, just having dinner with me should be good enough. 
Ooo! Ooo! I’m wearing my new sandals at work today. They are actually old now cause I bought them last Saturday. 
You seem to be inferring that there’s some problem with those statements, but I’m afraid I just don’t see it, Welby. All of those are perfectly valid reasons to buy new shoes.
And, btw, you forgot, “But they were on sale! Think how much money I saved!”
Good morning all. Well, the clouds are back, along with sprinkles. At least it’s not snow and at least it’s not freeeezing cold.
The drama I alluded to yesterday hasn’t occurred…yet. I still can’t say anything, dammit. Be assured, though, that I will share all the details when it’s over.
What are these “new” shoes everyone is speaking of. I don’t have any of those. My newest pair of shoes are about 8 months old. Yes, it’s a travesty, I know.
I best get to work. I have performance objectives to complete. Think they’ll accept cruising the Straight Dope all day? No? I thought not…sigh.
I missed the female shoe-shopping gene. I have knee-high docs, eight-hole docs, and a pair of mary janes. I do lust after a pair of fluevogs, but mostly because Quasi-Daughter says they’re the most comfy shoes in the world. I want the plainjanes or the bondgirl boots. Unfortunately I’ve never found anyone willing to buy them for me.
Mr. Lissar is sick. There’s flu going around at work, and I think he’s caught it. He’s home today. He’s been asleep for ten hours.
Nasty brownies make the baby Jesus cry.
Nope-I have not departed for the Continent as yet-Thursday pm is departure time. Truth to tell, I am really overwhelmed and not feeling good about it. Dunno where the anxiety is coming from (yes, I do, but it’s too long to go into here), but I find I cannot pack at present. I know I will pack and it will be fine, but I cannot get started.
Dotster -you probably hate that nickname, but it’s fun to type for me. With the reservation of how much weight has been lost and the fainting spell–both of those could be looked into via a regular medical doctor,(not a therapist), I would say you sound a lot like my daughter. She is up and gone by 0645–HS all day, then soccer practice (or field hockey or gymnastics, depending on the season), then homework, unless she has a Gay-Lesbian Alliance meeting or the Vegetarian Club or Animal Rights…and on the weekends there’s Youth Group at church and games/meets etc.
[mother]You will do no-one any good if you don’t take care of yourself. The director is relying on you to be Charity–not Charity fainting away! Eat–not crap stuff, either. Make sure you’re hydrated–good old water is an excellent choice. Get sleep when you can. [/mother]
You have some real drama queens as “friends”. Lemme tell you a story. My daughter had a BF. A nice guy. For reasons too long to go into here, they broke up. Daughter was sad about this for awhile. She has a Livejournal type thing online and she quoted some poetry there and posted some of her anger there as well. Like most teens, she has a number of sig lines, with pics of album covers–one of them was bloody(oh, the horror). Her “friends” printed out these bits and took them, not to us, her parents, but to her Youth Director at church (a woman with a 9 year old and a 7 year old). Her “friends” asked the YD to set up a session with me to talk over Daughter’s “issues”.
To say she freaked out is a major understatement. She called me. I asked to see these print outs. There were song lyrics (don’t remember the song-something current about 2 years ago), poems expressing sadness re loss and basically a rant against Love and Life, much like I used to write on my folders when I was in HS. Youth Director said she considered my daughter to be suicidal and she wanted to call the school. I told her that I don’t meet with children to discuss things that are essentially none of their business, and I told her I thought that a suicide watch type thing was uncalled for–daughter was in therapy at that time, not for this, but for OCD and anxiety. I did tell her therapist, and she concurred that Daughter was doing well. She quit therapy soon afterwards and has been doing well since–with new friends, btw.
moral of the story? Yes, there are wellmeaning people who are only trying to help. But then there are meddlers whose motives can be obscure. I put Daughter’s former friends in that category. I swear, some people feed on drama.
Well, that was a strange digression! And now back to the show:
Spring is here in name only–it is effing cold out there! I need to pack and also get one last thing at the mall (yuck). And clean. And make more lists.
bah.
sandals, high heels, bowling shoes…whatever, dude. I wear sneakers unless I’m on stage with the chorus - then I wear maryjane flats (because the rest of the chorus is wearing Capezios (or near as dammit) and these look just like except for the heels. I used to wear 2" to 2.5" pumps but ended up twisting my ankle more frequently than normal.
(hijack)**Dottie ** - right now on my iPod is playing **Rhythm Of Life ** (/hijack) (can one truly hijack their own post? I wonder)
Also - **Dottie ** - I was afraid that was what the counselor wanted. These so-called friends of yours need to find something else to occupy their time if they have all this free time to concentrate on you and your business. Seems to me like you have your share of “mean girls” floating around your school. Please proceed with caution.
I didn’t forget, but those are so old they’re almost cliche’. Welbywife doesn’t even use them anymore, unless she’s compunding with one of the weaker excuses.
I bought three pairs of shoes last October. I thought that was excessive. I mean, I wasn’t even worried about accessories, I just liked the nice comfy shoes. I need another pair of yard work shoes. I wish I could find some of those really cheap things I found last time at KMart. I bought two pairs but I’ve worn 'em out over the last five years. I got an old pair of sneaks that would do ok but they’re not as comfy as those shoes were for pushing a mower and such.
I’m sleepy. I need a nap. Tough, though cause I’m still at work.
My little green light has been on pretty much since 8 a.m. this morning, and still I have nothing to add.
But that doesn’t stop me from posting.
I might start a thread about this, but I turn first to my MMP buddies- do any of you have a good salsa recipe that woul work without onions? Mr. Lissar continues to hate onions, but he’s interested in making salsa.
Lissla (have we nicknamed you, hmmm… ) here’s a recipe for salsa without onions from all recipes.com. It sounds pretty good.
So, Sean what you’re sayin’ is you’ve been idling at a green light all day?
Oh, but you can never go wrong with the classics, don’t you think? Although if she has to compund you just for new shoes, it must be pretty bad at your house. Punning is generally frowned on where I live, compunning will get you smacked.
I completed my performance objectives this morning and told my boss I was ready to review them. We are meeting at 1400 hours this afternoon to go over them so I can be “counseled”. He laughingly asked me if I was ready for him to pick my objectives apart. Goodness, I hope he doesn’t. It’s hard enough to come up with them. My job has moving goals and objectives, making it difficult to come up with “pat” or standard objectives (other than performing well).
The boss is a good one for asking probing questions. This is a good thing, to some degree. Arrgh. I just wanted this to be over with.
My report is complete, “blessed” and has been posted to the appropriate page. Now, I must review a new reporting tool, and come up with ways to array and report the data that is shown there. I must also find ways to link some information we’d like on there, but can’t pull from this particular source. This, I think, isn’t going to be a simple thing. I dunno, I may be overthinking it again. I’m really good at get into the weeds, when really the 80 percent solution is all that is needed. I’m too much a perfectionist when it comes to stuff like this.
My whole philosphy is why only provide 80 percent, when 100 percent is much better. After all, eventually, someone is going to want the whole 100 percent, so why not be pro-active and go after it from the get-go?
I was going to post something else, but I forgot what it was. It must not have been too exciting.
Oh! I signed my son’s honor courses application today. I didn’t sign it until after I pointed out to him, and made sure he understood, that these classes would be much more rigorous than the classes he’s currently taking. He’s already taking advanced Algebra. By throwing in more honors classes he’s going to have a whole buttload more of homework, higher expectations from the teachers, school, and us, and finally he’s going to have to accept and take on more responsibility for his actions or lack of actions in regards to his courses. He assured me he understood all this and really wanted to do this. I’m proud of him for being such a go-getter. He’s only 13 but already wants to get a job so he can start earning his own paycheck.
My daughter showed me her proposed schedule for next year too. She has signed up for AP English and is very interested in some psychology and anthropology classes. These, in addition to her other Honors or AP classes. I’m proud of her too.
I propose LL for Lissla’s nickname. Do we get to have secret ballots and everything for the voting on this?
Slightly more difficult to search for- it’s interesting, in the book I got my handle from, Lissla Lissar was almost always referred to as Lissar when it was shortened. It was a mild shock when everyone here started calling me Lissla.
Mr. Lissar is right now pouring a second bucket of ice-cold water over his head. Doesn’t that sound like fun? Driving Husband’s martial arts teacher recommends doing it every two hours if you’re sick.
No, I don’t understand, either.
OK.
I have finally found a pair of khakis that 1. don’t make me look like a beached whale covered in sand. and 2. don’t cost $50+.
I am not a whale–but something about khakis seems to enlarge my torso to funhouse mirror proportions. I think it is the dressing room lights and mirrors-that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Seriously, I am 5’7" and wear a 12. I am not BIG. (and then again, I ain’t small, either…<sigh>).
My morale and self esteem took a beating in the mall- I hate shopping.
I have cleaned a bathroom, and done some laundry. I need to make some lists now.
Example list:
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clean fish tank
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clean second bathroom
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finish bylaw critique for work, and email it. Also, attend mtgs in AM, 3/22.
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dinner-Ha!(but do I make cookies for trip?)
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sort clothes into piles
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do more laundry
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credit union for $$$$$$$$–maybe they’ll give me someone else’s money by mistake…
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run around and panic, snapping people’s heads off
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obligatory fight with husband as way of venting pre-trip stress
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buy snacks for family–talk teens and kidlet out of pure sugar snacks.
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gum for flight, magazines for flight, diversions for 7 year old for flight–do I have enough of them? We’ll find out…
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key to neighbor
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Give plants good dousing with water
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uplug computer (augh!) and any unneccessary appliances
Oh, god knows what else.
Okay, for the record and a propos of all these issues about shoes (is shoes?), I’m going to tell you all how many pairs of shoes I own. But first, you need to guess. Take a minute to think about what you know of me, and how many pairs I’m likely to have.
Okay, ready?
One. One pair.
Now that that’s settled, LL is I think the best nickname for Lissla. Be warned though, it’ll make me think of Lois Lane and Lana Lang, so you can tell Mr. Lissar that he must be Superman. 
rigs, where are you going?
Back from our day in Baltimore. We had breakfast at Bel Loc Diner - I swear, they make huge omelettes! We went to Home Depot to kill a little time, but still got to the Dr half an hour early. Amazingly, FCD got in right away, and was out before his official appointment time, with orders for Xrays, physical therapy, pain killers, and a note saying he could go back to work on Monday. He wanted to go tomorrow, but no dice. So he’ll start PT on Thurs and back to work next week. He’s progressing as well as can be expected, and he’s got no restrictions on what he can do - although he’ll restrict himself based on the pain.
As we left the med center, I called (and woke up) my sister. We went to her place to visit a bit, then out to lunch. My sister is a real piece of work, but she picked a good place for lunch and I’m way too stuffed for dinner tonight. I didn’t even want ice cream after lunch. :eek: We dropped her off, then came home.
We saw a few snowflakes, but now it’s just a wee bit drizzly here, and cold and dreary. ick. Some spring. <sigh>