I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT
Eaten so much at lunch Laid down on the couch after the in-laws left, to read Fallen asleep Napped for 2 hours Talked to anyone after I woke up Now I’m tired and grumpy and I’m still full.
Eaten so much at lunch Laid down on the couch after the in-laws left, to read Fallen asleep Napped for 2 hours Talked to anyone after I woke up Now I’m tired and grumpy and I’m still full.
Once upon a time, I wrote a blog post that had a warning label on it. Male readers were advised to move along and read something else. I’m slapping up that same disclaimer today. Seriously, boys, go find something else to read. You’ll thank me. The blog post was about birth control, specifically mine, and how I had once again, fallen prey to my particular brand of math-impairedness. Refresher. Go on, I’ll wait. One would think it couldn’t get worse. But one would be wrong.
I’m all aggravated this week, my shoulders up around my ears and shooting pain down the muscles of my neck. Work is making me crazy or rather certain someones with no real way to resolve the issue. Thankfully tomorrow is Friday and while I’m not exactly GLAD that my family is going away for 3 days without me, I can’t deny the idea of 2 days of absolute peace-and-quiet slugville are quite appealing at the moment. QUITE. Have fun, y’all! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! I read a sad book and it made me cry....
It seems to take a gargantuan effort to get here and then when I do, meh. I am lame, admittedly. I have been blogging/journaling online/writing here since August of 2003. Dude! that is TEN YEARS!! I used to write 1-2 times a DAY in the beginning and once a day for years and years. Big, long, looping posts full of wishes and dreams and memories and happenings and what not. Now? I seem to have trouble conjuring up a simple paragraph describing my day, much less anything of actual importance. I know that bloggers and writers go through sterile periods...
Don’t rub your eyes, don’t rub them, don’t no no no nooooo RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! RUB RUB RUB RUB RUB!!! AUGH! Spring is here.
Feeling the burn, but not the one I should be. More the burn of going down in flames. The searing sound of burn-out headed my way if I don’t look out, brake hard, turn this bus around. Teenage drama at home is definitely not helping matters. Heavy sigh Paris was a whirlwind one-day zoom in and out of the office. Which is actually in Antony, which is quite some ways from Paris itself, so I never had a glimpse of anything remotely Parisian, though there WERE macarons in the airport, which I restrained from. The plane was delayed an hour...
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work. Hmmm, I think I might be in a rut. It’s not the first time, and I’m pretty sure it won’t be the last, but I need to find a way to start climbing out of it. I could do something drastic, but I’m not really the drastic type. Although, come to think of it, maybe trying ON drastic would be a sure-fire way to leap, arms akimbo, from the bottom of this gorge. It’s not THAT deep…yet. Drastic things: quit my job, leave my family, move, shave my head oooh, far too drastic....
I used to stay up really late. I’d write long blog posts after 10 pm and get them posted right before midnight. If my subject required it I’d spend a lot of time researching information to use in my writing. Or I’d read and read and read all my blogs and sites and use that as fodder for writing. Nowadays, I have to WREST the computer away from my kids or stay up late to use it, and sadly…I’m ready for bed by 10. In fact, most of the time, I’m ready for bed WELL before 10. Even if I...
Gorgeous sunny weekend but I’ve been down with a head cold and bad cough and couldn’t enjoy it much. *suck* When I wasn’t lying on the sofa feeling sorry for myself or in bed listening to what I suspect is my lungs wheezing (OMG NOT PNEUMONIA AGAIN, please god) I have been working on the Lego Project or my journal 2012 project or work. And trying to nail down a date for Pie Night. Bleah. Also, cough cough coughcoughcoughhack That is all.
The trees have got their bling on again. Snow-sparkle ephemeral diamond gorgeousness. Yesterday, when I drove home the fog was so dense it was BLACK. Have you ever driven through black fog? It was creepy as all get-out. It was only when other car’s lights hit it that I could see the whiteness. It’s been FURRRREEZING this whole week, in the minus teens celsius. Then I drove Karin to soccer practice…outdoors. -11 degrees celsius, fog so thick they couldn’t see halfway across the field and still, an hour and a half practice on snow-covered (unswept) artificial grass. CURRRRAZY. I’m adding...