I can sneeze whenever the hell I want to, by pinching my nose in a certain way. If I do it about ten times in rapid succession my nose goes red, my eyes water and I get a bit disorientated. Reasonably fun way to pass time. Or fake sickness.
Er… my boss explained something I have to do involving the database here and I completely zoned out… he was at it for ages and ages and then he suddenly said “you understand all that?” having just snapped out of my stupor I panicked and said yes. I haven’t the slightest clue what he was on about. All I can recall is that it’s important that I do something in a certain way so as not to fuck up some other thing. And I’ve gone and made it a million times worse by not biting the bullet and getting him to re-explain immediately. It’s coming up to two hours now… I was about to ask a while ago and he walked past and asked me how it was going and before I could stop myself I said it was grand.
Grab your boss. Tell him that you thought you’d understood, but when you tried to work it up there was something that you’d obviously missed. Let him know that you understood from him that it was done exactly a certain way and you don’t want to waste too much time barking up the wrong tree.
Have him run through it once again with you, quickly. Take notes and run it back by him when he’s done so you’re sure you got it. Thank him profusively for his time and patience.
My 4 year old daughter is George Costanza. Whenever she has to poop she strips completely naked, except for her socks. When she’s done she comes downstairs like that and we’ll say, “why are you naked?” and she’ll look down at herself, say “I forgot”, and run back upstairs to get dressed.
I used to get 29-30 MPG every tank, every time, for years. This summer I took my car in for a checkup and ever since then, I’ve been getting 27-28 MPG. OK, it’s minor, but what the hell did they do?
I have almost all of my Christmas shopping done already.
I had Red River cereal for breakfast, for a change, and it was divine.
I got a notice through my door last night saying that the cable company had been round, and that they’d cut off the cable going to my apartment because nobody was paying for it. I felt somewhat unfairly chastised, because I haven’t been using any free cable, because I don’t have a television, and haven’t since I moved in. I wanted to call them and clarify. But I didn’t.
(I do confess I momentarily regretted the lack-of-television decision … I could have been getting free cable this whole time!)
Also, you know when you’re listening to the news and they say “the language in the upcoming piece may not be suitable for children,” do you prick up your ears and listen a bit more carefully? And you are sometimes disappointed at how lame the language is because you were expecting something really nasty? Is that just me?
Found out yesterday there is a really good chance I can graduate in May, on time, rather than in August or December like I thought I was going to - just have to get my final transcript from other school sent here and run another course audit to make sure. This is both good (because I don’t like the school I transferred to) and completely frightening (because I have no idea what I am going to do after graduation).
I am going to the casino tonight to see a stand up set by Kathleen Madigan and I am so excited! Going with mom and my friend, mom is footin’ the bill and I get to assault a buffet and drink beer all night, listen to some good comedy.
I finally get to see my boyfriend tomorrow - been a month. Long distance sucks!
As soon as I sit down at my desk - ah choo! And that’s my last sneeze til tomorrow. I would enjoy it, except the guy with whom I share a cube wall fancies himself divine and blesses me everytime I sneeze.
Maybe he is the second coming of Christ and I should feel special. Or maybe he should take the hint that I don’t acknowledge his blessings and just stop [del]fucking[/del] doing it. (carp, this isn’t mini rants)
Recently I was behind a car at a stoplight and they had some kind of Jesus fish thingy and I stared and stared until I figured out what is was. It was a larger fish with “truth” in it and it was eating a Darwin fish. I then laughed my butt off.
I bought an Aebleskiver pan but I also need to go on a diet. All the recipes for Aebleskiver seem to need yeast or buttermilk. It’s possible my laziness in not wanting to go buy buttermilk or yeast just to make some round pancakes may help with my diet intents. Although the idea of jam filled round pancakes may yet win over.
I’ve been waking up around 6am every morning and sneezing. I don’t need to be up at 6am but the sneezing fit makes it hard to fall back to sleep. I have been sneezier than usual lately. I’ve been allergy tested and am only allergic to dust mites. I do have dust but no more so than usual unless the dust mites are going through some sort of breeding/pooping frenzy. Maybe chilly weather makes them frisky?
The weather is getting chilly here, we were actually able to do some yard work last weekend in the middle of the day!
When I got my first ultrasound done, they told me I was exactly 11 weeks and two days pregnant. Which fits in with my calculations. Today I’m 31 weeks and two days pregnant.
Speaking of which, I’d really like to quit throwing up. I know it’s only once or twice a week, but it’s been once or twice a week for twenty-six weeks. Actually, until week sixteen it was more like once or twice a day. That seems a little wrong.
My baby has hiccups about three times a day. It’s weird to be participating in someone else’s hiccups.
I hope the coffee cake dough I just made up works okay. I think I’ll do a brown sugar topping. Maybe white sugar and strawberries on one of them. I’ve got strawberries in the freezer.
I need to buy dogfood. 40 lbs used to last a week, but since it got cold it’s now lasting 6 days.
I can’t keep replaying the footage from the news showing a local vet inhumanely euthanizing animals. The state vet board suspended his license last night. Anyway, I keep seeing those poor dogs over and over.
The guy in the cube next to me announced his resignation today. He’s one of the few co-workers I actually like. He’s been threatening to do this for some time.
I lost 10 pounds inexplicably and suddenly, and can’t spare it. (I passed out in the grocery store two weeks ago; I’m starving.) I’ve been trying to gain it back before cold and flu season, so I have been eating toast with an alarming amount of crunchy peanut butter and two dollops (heh) of applesauce on top, chased with a pilsner glass of whole milk. Breakfast rocks.
Tuesday morning my master gardener class was hosted by the Junior League, and I didn’t bother to eat breakfast or lunch because the event was to be catered. It was catered: boxes and boxes of tiny BBQ pork sandwiches. I immediately and dutifully explained “no thanks; I ate breakfast (lie), and I don’t eat meat, but it smells lovely. I lusted after those little biscuits for two hours. I watched those made-up, hair-sprayed ladies of leisure gobble up that pork and wondered which of my principles would be violated if I licked the sauce off of their perfectly manicured fingers.
I got hungry just typing that. Yummmm, pork. Gah!
I have one afternoon class with a handful of 18 year olds. First couple of classes was a long discussion about my age, why I was returning to college, etc. One boy jokingly called me a cougar. As I was unreasonably insulted by that, I began to sit in the front of the class, and leave the kids behind me so to speak. Got home after Tuesday’s class and passed the mirror- I had a heinous whale tale (bright, sunny yellow, too) on display above my jeans. I’m tall, so my shirt does not cover my waist. Aaaaannnd… I sit cross-legged in my chair in class.
I have to go in 90 minutes and face those kids. I hate myself. I have no innate inclination to preserve my own dignity.
I wear size 10 shoes and my feet tend to run a little wide. If I can find cute shoes, you should be able to as well. Half sizes don’t disappear for the most part until your shoe size is bigger than mine.
I’m dogsitting for my future in-laws; one of the dogs is elderly and going deaf, so I end up having to gently guide her back inside after she goes potty. Today, I wasn’t watching when I guided her back inside and accidentally stepped in a fresh poop in my bare feet. Yecch. Thank Og for soap.
I have quite a few assignments left this semester as a grad student, and I haven’t started any of them just yet. However, I did manage to finish a big assignment last night. December is going to be a wonderful relief.
I don’t know what your reasons are for being a vegetarian, but couldn’t you justify a little barbeque pork, you know, just for your health’s sake? You could get back on the wagon after you gain some weight.
One of the few people I really like here at work is about to be fired and she has no idea. I know because she works for my husband. He put her up for a promotion and it was discovered that she had lied on her resume. She’s running around here working on the Thanksgiving food drive, not knowing that this rotten thing is about to happen.
Heck ya! I’ll eat those with two hands. And smear them with cream cheese, and strawberry jam, or blueberry pie filling- or butter and syrup- maybe some lemon curd or cream filling…anybody got a napkin?
I could have at that moment! I really wanted to, but I only declined after I assumed that the other boxes held baked beans, coleslaw, fries, you know, side dishes. (Nope. Just 99 more tiny BBQ nibblets) And when I declined the pork, a long conversation started about “How long have you gone without meat, have you seen any health benefits, is that why you are so slim, etc” And after all that, I just couldn’t eat the pork. I was even trying to figure out how to sneak one, but we were at a round table. The universe did not want me to have some yummy, greasy, stringy, BBQ soaked meat product. But my primitive brain was screaming “snatch one! hell, snatch two!”
Oh, Dung Beetle- you can see her working diligently on extra-credit work? That makes my stomach hurt. I’m sorry.
I wish I knew. Bright Harvest Foods used to make a divine sweet potato casserole that was all buttery and cheesy and breadcrumb-y - not a sweet thing in the mix. Take it out of the freezer, pop it in the oven, and an hour later - yum!! Then they stopped making it. I’d like some sweet potato casserole like that for Thanksgiving, but cannot find a decent recipe, and I’ve looked through about 1,234,567 of them by now. Maybe if I ask nice the company will give me a recipe.
This:
sounds like a much better use of marshmallows. I didn’t know they made strawberry marshmallows either! I shall look for them.
Today I’m 31 weeks and two days pregnant.
I’d like some sweet potato casserole like that for Thanksgiving, but cannot find a decent recipe, and I’ve looked through about 1,234,567 of them by now. Maybe if I ask nice the company will give me a recipe.