When I paint. Sheesh. You're sick. A friend of mine has been "in the process" of painting her family room for something like six months. I couldn't take it any more; when I saw her this weekend, I told her to pick a day because it was time to finish painting. She picked today, and I went straight over there after dropping the kids. We sponge painted the entire room. I did all of the work near the ceiling, because she has a bad shoulder and shouldn't be reaching. And really, I find that Zen mood that overtakes me when I paint settles in better when I'm perched on a ladder or a chair. It must...
I'm not sure what it was. It could be my earlier post, or maybe it was just that I'd finally had enough of this constant headache that I get from trying to focus my gaze inbetween the teeny splotches all over my lenses. But today, I bit the bullet, and went to pick out new glasses. First, I considered all of my options. I could just get new lenses, because I like my frames just fine. But, the earpieces are actually worn enough above my ears that they cut into my head. Also I can't give up the glasses for the time required to get the new lenses cut, on account of I broke the previous pair,...
I want to tell you all about how I haven't blogged because I'm having this fantabulous, exciting, and productive weekend. The weekend's been okay, but mostly I haven't blogged because I am lazy. Last night I found myself trapped in a room full of Yankees fans. Oh, the horror. Watching those poor misguided souls cheering for St. Louis just because they're sore losers... it was so pitiful. I assuaged my sadness with copious amounts of french onion dip and the occasional caring observation, such as, "You know the Cardinals are going to lose, right? I mean, you've prepared yourself for this...
There is something about Fall that causes my brain to present the image of squirrels hoarding acorns to accompany my every task. Perhaps this is because I am so poetic and metaphorical! Or perhaps it's because there are about four hundred squirrels in my yard, fighting over acorns. No matter. October is the month for battening down the hatches, readying for Winter, and gathering (figurative) acorns. I've just finished walking around my house and lowering all the storm windows. One of the things I love about my house is that it is very well-lit. One of the things I hate about my house is that...
What I should've done today: Rake leaves, put away the deck furniture, rake leaves, take down the shade cabana thingie on the deck, rake leaves, mow the lawn, and rake leaves. What I ended up doing today, on purpose: Vacuuming the entire house, dusting the first floor, washing Monkey's school bedding, sorting through piles of papers and mail, wrapping birthday presents for a party we're going to tomorrow, giving Monkey a haircut, patching and painting a wall that has needed some attention for longer than I will admit, letting my ex take apart and diagnose my computer, doing dishes, sorting...
*RING RING* What he said: Let's set an up interview as soon as possible, here are the particulars, here is what we're looking for, can you come in Monday? What I heard: This is the job you've been waiting for; right salary, right hours, people who give a damn. You are perfect for this. Can you come in Monday? What I said: Let me check my calendar... why yes, Monday would be fine. What I thought: OH MY GOD I HAVE TO GET THIS JOB THIS IS IT THIS IS THE ONE THIS IS THE SIGN THINGS ARE GOING TO BE OKAY. But I should stay calm. BUT THIS IS IT! *RING RING* What she said: Thank you so much for your...
I like to consider myself a person of above-average intelligence. But every now and then I come face to face with the realization that I am full of crap. Woe is me. Today I am expecting a couple of Very Important Phone Calls. So I dutifully puttered around all morning, sans shower, so that I would be available for these calls. Naturally, the watched phone never rings (except with a telemarketing call from Florida). Before I stepped into the shower around lunchtime, I placed the phone on the bathroom counter so that I wouldn't miss a call. But Murphy's Law clearly dictates that if I want the...
You'd think that I would be learning, as I go along in the interview process. Each new job interview is another opportunity to hone my skills, perfect my schtick, and transform myself into the job candidate of which potential employers dream. You'd think that, if you'd never met me. After the shoe fiasco prior to my last interview (where I discovered just moments before leaving that my pretty, pretty shoes didn't actually stay on my feet; minor detail), I figured that I would head off any trouble, today, by laying out my entire outfit the night before. Which I did. I took everything out last...
I love prednisone, yes, I really really do, because my leg, it very nearly looks like a leg, today. It doesn't even itch. See? Here I am, not scratching! Hurray! But, oh how I hate the prednisone. Hate hate HATE. The prednisone? It is opposed to sleeping. The prednisone says, let's stay awake a really long time so we can fully enjoy the mess we've made of your already precariously balanced emotions. Why waste this time sleeping, says the prednisone! There are things to regret! Things to worry about! Countless opportunities for feeling inadequate! Sleep is for people who like themselves! And...
