Tagged: beinglizardek

04
Oct
2024

FFS

For Pete’s sake, it’s October, and I haven’t written anything in, like, 2 weeks. Despite all the good intentions my road to blog hell is paved with. And who is Pete, anyway? Dear Google, give me the deets. Google coughs it up immediately! According to the Oxford English Dictionary, “for Pete’s sake” came into use more than a century ago and prompted similar sayings such as “for the love of Pete” in 1906. It was a substitution of St. Peter because that was less offensive than taking the name of the Lord or Christ in vain. Interesting. It could also...

23
Sep
2024

THE ONLY WAY TO DO ALL THE THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO DO IS TO READ*

Karen Sommerfeld asked her followers on Facebook what present they had gotten as a child, that made the biggest impression on them or that they loved the most, and the comments section exploded with people reminiscing about Spirograph, Lite-Brite, Barbies, and various other things like bikes and toy keyboards and perfumed pens. I immediately thought of the giant Barbie head I got one year for Christmas that you could put makeup on and style her hair. Not terribly interested in either makeup or hair styling after that, but it definitely got played with. I had a Spirograph, too. And of...

22
Sep
2024

RATTLING AROUND

There’s always a lot rattling around in my head. Mostly things that need to be done, or at least not forgotten about. But also, thoughts about my family, the book I am reading, what to fix for lunch or for dinner, thoughts about work, and other miscellaneous crap. I used to be better about writing about all these things online. So did everyone else. I’m the last blogger standing. At least maybe last personal blogger standing. There are people who seem to have transitioned blogging to newsletters, so I guess they count. I used to spend hours online reading other...

03
Sep
2024

NOTHING MUCH TO SAY BUT I’M SAYING IT ANYWAY

It’s September, the weather is fantastic, though the nights are getting longer and darker. We’ve had gorgeous summer weather all week. In fact, it’s supposed to get up to 30C tomorrow! That’s 86F! In September! Unheard of. That’s climate change for you. I’m perfectly fine with it, as I’m back at work and not sweltering anywhere and it cools down drastically in the evenings and the house stays cool during the day as long as we have the blinds pulled in the living room. Clear blue skies, too. Perfect! I don’t really have anything much to write about. Crazy busy...

26
Aug
2024

GOOD STUFF

I just picked another big handful of snap peas and found 2 decent-sized cucumbers, a week after I thought we were done with both for sure. Today was a nice easy, stress-free start to work after 3 weeks of a very relaxing vacation. I’m very glad that it was so, and that a bad day didn’t wreck all the recharging I did. Almost everyone is back from vacation, though one of my team members is sick. Hugs all around this morning! I had plenty to do, and a fun layout to work on, plus a new project to begin (the...

22
Aug
2024

SUMMER SOLILOQUY

Tomorrow is my last full vacation day, if you don’t count the weekend. It’s been lovely having 3 weeks nearly completely free from shoulder pain and stress and office politic aggravation. I’ve done my absolute best to actually rest, relax, and recharge, and I really, really hope that one day back at work won’t undo it all. This week has been marvelously sluggy: I’ve slept in nearly every day, or at least woken at my own pace, and stayed abed with my book or iPad until I felt like getting motivated. I had a to-do list for the week (because...

02
Aug
2024

AGING IS JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR LIVING*

Ermahgerd, it’s August! Yesterday, Debbie and Camilla took me out for the afternoon for an early birthday celebration because I’ll be gone over the weekend of my actual birthday. I left work at 12 and picked up Camilla, and then we drove out to Slättarps Gård, which was a lovely location out in the middle of absolute nowhere. There was a café/restaurant, outdoor seating in a garden bower, an art gallery, a florist, and a little boutique. We had a delicious lunch, sitting in the shade of the trees, with beautiful weather, blue skies, warm and breezy summer weather. They...

23
Jul
2024

I AM SWEET ENOUGH ALREADY, AM I NOT?

I can’t seem to quit sugar. I have no self-control whatsoever. UGH. Back in 2013 I stopped drinking soda cold turkey. I’d been a Coke addict since I was really young, often drinking multiple cokes a day. Coke was my THING. All our Swedish friends learned fairly quickly to have Coke AND ice on hand when we were over, neither of which is really Swedish. I stopped drinking soda because I had read somewhere that the amount of sugar in soda if you drank one can a day was equivalent to 20 pounds a year. So it was WEIGHT LOSS...

03
Jul
2024

SORRY, HAVE MOOD POISONING. MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING I HATE*

So far, it’s been one of those weeks. Monday was a complete shit show with one frustrating, aggravating, and upsetting thing after another. I hadn’t slept well, and my knee was hurting to boot. The only good thing was talking to my manager and knowing that I have her support, no matter what. But the residual feelings about everything that happened 3 days ago is still bugging me. Why is that I just can’t let things like this go? They sit and spin about in my head, on repeat, for DAYS. Last night I slept poorly again. I woke up...

23
Jun
2024

THINKING ABOUT THINGS

Eesh, there is nothing like working on an inventory of ALL your stuff to make you realize exactly how MUCH stuff you have. Years ago, I started an “inheritance inventory” of our belongings, designed to be a list for my children to know the history and provenance (as much as possible) of all the items in our house. We have furniture from my grandparents, from my parents, from Anders’ parents. We have art and knick-knacks and figurines from all over the world. I read about this somewhere and my little organizing-devil OCD mind thought, “oooh, what a great idea!” I...

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