Today at Casa Mir: Thrills! Chills! Fever! Hot, aching, undeniably and painfully infected boobage! And the whole time, me sitting here saying to my body, "Um, HELLO, did you not think this would've been a useful stance to take YESTERDAY, so that it would've been clear to EVERYONE that I had an infection? No? It made more sense to start with this crap AFTER I'd started antibiotics and should be feeling BETTER?" So, um, still waiting to feel better. In fact, I cannot admit how early this entry was written due to my need to get to bed early after a strenuous day of napping, so I'll just set it...
What I should be doing, right now, is all of the work which I did NOT do today. But I am tired and it's only Friday; there is plenty of time to freak out and work into the wee hours before Monday gets here! Tonight I should just watch "What Not To Wear" and eat popcorn and nod off early and jerk awake wondering if I remembered to take Monkey to the bathroom. I just love to aim high. But first! Answers to some recent questions, both asked and unasked. I do often try to email folks when they ask stuff in the comments, but the blog has been having a small nervous breakdown this week (a...
The battle against STUFF has officially begun in earnest. No, I won't be done by the end of 2005, but progress is being made. Um, speaking of purging... there's an ad on right now for Nutrisystem Nourish (motto: Now with MORE IRONY!), and the spokesskeleton is talking about how she went from a size 10 to a size 4 in just 3 months, or something. First of all? She looked pretty good as a size 10. Second? I'm a size 4, and I'm twice as big as her. What is it about the impending new year that makes everyone want to get so skinny that those of us who were thin to begin with start wondering if we...
And all through the house, I was still running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Actually, no. Tonight I am not doing that. That's what I was doing earlier today. You see, um, sometimes Santa has me help him out, a little? And I am of course impeccably organized? Except when I'm not...? So I spent part of today while the kids were gone tearing apart the house looking for some special stocking-stuffer candy I knew I had, but couldn't find. This included a call to the friend who was shopping with me when I bought it. Me: Do you remember when we got that stuff at Target? Her: ... Um,...
I have to update on my adventures with my chiroquactor (who called him that, in comments? I love that term, and have decided to hug it and squeeze it and call it George and use it always), but first I have to fill you in on the kids and the holidays and the BAKING. Oh my lord, the baking is taking over. I don't know what is wrong with me. Actually, I lie. I know exactly what's wrong with me. I thought I was doing one thing for teacher gifts and then it turned out that even in trying to overestimate everyone we need to gift, there were more people than I'd planned for and my original idea was...
After not nearly enough practice, today was the day for my church choir to sing our Christmas cantata. Twice. Normally I go to the 10:30 service, but there's also an early service. So today I had to be at church at 8:00. I'm sorry, let me say that again, slowly. I had to be. At church. At EIGHT O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING. On a Sunday. When I like to be sleeping. So the good news is that I dragged myself out of bed and made it there on time. Barely. And the other good news is that most of the people who go to my church are old and mostly deaf, so the cantata was very well-received. (Hey, there...
You know what I don't like about working for myself? Constantly having to peddle myself, working at all hours, no free office supplies, sometimes averaging somewhere around a dime an hour because I'm either slow or a perfectionist or a slow perfectionist... ummm... this is turning out to be sort of a long list. Nevermind. You know what I LOVE about working for myself? No annoying bosses, meeting cool people, working on all sorts of different things, and finally getting to make a living doing what I love. And! Sometimes, when I work it right, I can just... take a day off. In the middle of the...
Hello, and welcome to the new week! This week's motto is "Can't possibly be as bad as last week," and so far it's really living up to expectations! Here's a few ways you might be able to tell if it's time to rejoin civilization: 1) The hampers are overflowing and the closets and dressers are empty; 2) The tree is half-trimmed and surrounded by boxes; 3) An earnest woman calls to ask if your child will be coming to her child's birthday party, and you have to confess that you have a week's worth of unopened mail and so you didn't even realize there was an invitation; 4) The dishwasher is full...
The children are upbeat and still enjoying all of the attention they are receiving. Normally I would expect the celebrity status to start tapering off, now, but no! It is always exciting to look like someone punched you in the face! And today was the day that they both started developing black eyes--more accurately, in their case (so far), green eyes--so the fascination with their survivor status has only heightened. Chickadee came home from school with a new bandage on her head, as she'd felt the need to show off the actual stitches, and then of course had to go down to the nurse to be...
