Good morning all! FCM, sorry you’re sick. Get well soon!
Way to go, Haze!
Sorry about your kitty, Taxi. I had quite a scare the other night when it was time to go to bed. I called my old dog Blaze, who’s almost 11, and he didn’t respond. I went to him and patted him and he didn’t move! I lifted up his head and he woke up and looked at me like “WTF, mom?” He was just sleeping very hard. I think he’s getting a bit deaf, too. I was scared for a minute there. So hugs for you! {{Taxi}}
Yesterday I had to talk to this woman in our IT department. I stepped around her desk and saw this huge smudge on her forehead. I started saying, “What’s that on your… Oh, duh, it’s Ash Wednesday!” :smack: Obviously, I don’t participate. What was stupid is that y’all had been talking about it, and it still didn’t register! Silly Rebo.
Work has been kinda fun! The first day we had a lunch and learn at the other facility, and yesterday they took me out to a “welcome back” lunch. That felt good. Of course in the afternoon they started giving me real work (as opposed to the little piddly stuff they gave me to get my feet wet again.) So I have a Monday deadline. I should get it out today or early tomorrow though.
Morning everyone. Today is going to be … fun. You see, something happened last night that was basically the last straw with this classmate being involved with our TA. She and I were working homework, and just when we were done, he showed up (convenient and conspicuous, since she and I didn’t plan to stop working at a specific time), and the two of them left together. Since I live right near her, I followed. He claimed they were going to watch a movie. Right. They were going to watch a movie at midnight when she has class the next day.
Bull. SHIT. I’m done tolerating stupidity of this magnitude. I’ve assembled a list of evidence (there’s quite a bit of it) and I’m taking it to the professor today.
Hugs to FCM and MBG and kai. Hope it goes easier on all of you.
Wow, it’s snowing like a mofo out there. It’s really mild – hovering around the freezing mark – and there’s not much wind, so the snow is coming down in great, copious, fat 'n fluffy clusters. You couldn’t get 30 seconds outside before your coat was blanketed in huge clumps of the stuff. But it’s great! Forasmuch as I profess to hate snow, this kind I don’t mind. Besides being mild to begin with, the snow acts as both insulator and sound damper, which makes it feel a bit milder than it really is, and also makes the world sound rather quieter than normal – almost eerily so, but it’s beautiful. I want to go back out and just stand and watch it. Maybe it’ll still be doing it when I’m out for break at 10:15. One can hope.
I could only listen to my iPod on the bus, though. With this much precipitation, I don’t want to risk soaking expensive electronics, so I took it out after I got on the bus and put it away before I got off. S’okay. I enjoyed the muted sounds of the world instead.
Hello, all. Weird dreams again, but now I don’t remember them (I count that as a plus). Kai --look at it this way: things are bound to look up! Hazelnutcaffeine -congrats. Now, we need 40 more of the same. Chop, chop!
(don’t hit me)
BooFae -don’t drink the water! It’s obviously spiked with Reproductive Juice.
Off to be library serf. Need to work on my projects today. Handyman now says the basement needs to be painted this weekend in order for him to continue next week. Ha!
(Need to call husband and offer to pick out the paint color…otherwise it will be institutional white).
Suddenly I am very busy. I don’t like that so much.
I kinda feel better this morning - still sneezy and sniffly but not as bad as yesterday. The Alka-Seltzer nighttime medicine helped. I popped some of that around 9, made some tea with** honey, lemon** and Jameson’s and vaguely remember it being 9:45 or so before I collapsed into bed.
I have a MUCHO buisy day here, so I might not be around much, fell free to spread scandalous rumors…
I’m up after a lovely 2-hour doze. I’ve got me a hot cup of Darjeeling tea, but I don’t have a muffin, which is what I’m craving right now. My throat is still sore and I still feel a bit woozy when I move around, but at least I’m not horking on the carpet.
Have I even mentioned how much I hate being sick? Almost as much as I hate daytime TV <shudder> - I may be forced to pop in a DVD to have something reasonable to distract me.
::Head pat for haze:: {{{{hugs}}}} for kai. Wave to the germy** fcm** and mgb. And appropriate salutations to all others.
spats, isn’t this the girl you were interested in? I think you should consider long and hard about involving yourself in this matter. I’m just sayin is all…
Today The Princess[sup]TM[/sup] is 26 years old. I’m feeling particularly decripit.
Well, dunnow why, but it just feels terribly demeaning. Just thinking of it makes me want to scream. You don’t even pat the head of kids… comb down their hair, yes (but still you have to be one of “their” grown-ups). With a preschooler you may also place your hand on the top-back of their head, but it’s sort of a protective gesture. No patting.
The only times anybody other than my hairdresser has touched my head was the bishop for Confirmation, my mother when she dyes it, and an American friend who stopped being one when he would not stop it after I’d asked repeatedly and explained that I find it very humiliating.
And as for those of you who insist on reminding me I have a billion more pages left… sticks fingers in ears lalalalalalalaalalai-can’t-hear-youlalalala
No muffins have magically appeared, but it turns out I had the ingrediments (I spelled it that way deliberately, so hush!) for brownies and I just pulled them out of the oven. So lunch is ready!
I don’t feel pukey sick, but I feel completely sapped of energy. So sitting here at the desk where only my fingers move seems to work just fine. I may nap again later, then decide if I’m going to class tonight or not. I hate to miss because I’m almost done my tall coil pot. We shall see.
Meanwhile, the sweet chocolatey siren song beckons. Mebbe I should have a real lunch first, ya think?
That’s what I love about working at home – when I catch The Sick, as long as I’m awake I can usually prop myself at my desk and make my fingers move. I have a very non-strenuous job. I like it that way.
The Sick is moving closer to me, though – from the Filler (as a friend liked to refer to the Midwest – you know, the part that’s the filler between the coasts, which are what really matter) to southern Merrylande. Keep it away!
::runs out and gets many cloves of garlic, gris gris bags, and anything else she can think of to ward off The Sick::
I have a nicely uneventful day. I should probably do some laundry, but first I have to get this job done. And I’m thinking of going out and finding some super-comfy bras – if I have to do PT at the hospital in a group, I should at least be decently undergarbed, but I have no desire to wear underwires or super-strength exercise bras. I used to have some comfy exercise bras, but they all shrank and I had to toss them recently. I saw some yesterday when I bought new undies that look comfy, but since Palebunny and the doggie idiots were waiting in the car, I didn’t stop to try them on. I should do that today.
My life just gets more and more exciting, doesn’t it?
Oh, my old high school buddy sent me a bunch of photos. Most of whom were of people I barely remember, if at all, but one was my old buddy Chris, who ran with our crowd. He’s now old and fat with a huge beer belly, and still looks as scruffy and disreputable as he did in high school, albeit many pounds heavier! :eek: He was possibly the craziest of the crazy bunch of us. Among other things, he had two pet ducks that he named Function and Gullible (don’t ask, I don’t know), and he would put them on leashes and walk them in the annual town 4th of July parade. Ah, my misspent youth. Palebunny greatly enjoyed my horror at seeing photos, but it’s good to have confirmation that these people I’ve been telling her stories about all her life really do exist!
Hope all of you are feeling icky get to feeling better soon.
I am drowing here at work. Way too much to do, not nearly enough time.
I have just sent the boss an e-mail asking to be issued a laptop. Am I thrilled about working from home? Hell no! But, I’m falling so far behind in my other areas that I’m losing sleep over it.
Yes, the same girl. And yes, I thought about that. A lot. But the evidence that something is going on is incontrovertible, up to and including explicit admissions of attraction from both parties. But I appreciate the warning. (As far as your Princess[sup]TM[/sup] goes, she’s four years older than I am. )
The Sick had better keep away from New Hampshire - for its own good. It doesn’t do well in the cold anyway, and if it ran into me I’d kick its ass. I can’t remember the last time I got sick. Plenty of vitamin C, the equivalent of a glass of OJ daily, keeps the immune system up and ready to deal with come-what-may.
I just got treated to lunch. Mexican (or as MBG says, Messican) and it was good. I am full. I feel like I could nap but I really don’t want to. Supper tonight will be cubed steak and gravy, white acre peas, smashed N.O.T. and possibly biscuits. I could make buttermilk biscuits or bake some frozen ones. Decisions, decisions…
Oh and both refrigidaireators are clean. I decided on domesticity this morning.
Chocolate is an oft prescribed medication for The Sick, so good choice with the brownies FCM. Also, with The Sick, brownies do constitute a meal. Even though The Sick is icky, it does have its upside.
I don’t have the Sick! I have the Procrastination…um, something or other. I am home from the library and need to do my Project now. AND my source review for my other class AND…the house will clean itself for our housguest this weekend, no?
Sure it will.
Off to be somewhat productive-no nap today. Poop.
Now I have a post-brownie tummy ache. And all of a sudden, it’s getting really dark outside. I’m afraid to look out the window, lest I see an alien mothership hovering over St. Mary’s county. :eek:
Once lunch digests, I’m going to empty the dishwasher, then refill it, and maybe clean the counter which has amassed a bunch of crap. That’ll make **FCD ** happy. I want to nap, but I’m not sleepy - just tired. Maybe I’ll pop something into the DVD player and doze.
Spats you’re in college, don’t get tied down to one woman. Play the field. And as for age differences, the GF is 4-1/2 years older than me. No big deal.
And I would like to thank you for giving me The Sick during my quick drive-by yestarday. I was up all night, feverish, achy, head all kerflunkle. Today, not much better. I think I am taking my first whole-day sick day tomorrow. I’ll let Roundboy pick up some of the weight.
What? No no. I’m not interested in this girl any more. Not when she’s pulling shit like this. I’m going to the professor because it’s inappropriate and shouldn’t continue. Rest assured I have been trying to play the field for over a month now. And the comment about Tupug’s Princess[sup]TM[/sup] was just to make her feel even older.
