We’ve really grown apart lately, but honestly, it’s not you. It’s me. I never meant for my day job my other relationship real life to become so ALL-CONSUMING, but there it is. And here we are. I miss you. I’ll be back. I hope. *sigh* *kisses* PS. And you, Vern…excuse me, MR. Equinox, you can take your late-spring snow-dump and freezing temperatures and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR POOPSHOOT. *grump*
Holy crap, it’s Saturday! Where did my good intentions go? Oh, to work, that’s where. They went to work and they never came back: THEY ARE STILL WORKING.
Approximately 40 minutes into The Two Towers and on the screen Frodo and Sam are leading Gollum by a length of Elvish rope loosely tied around his neck, after capturing him on their way to Mordor. Gollum is writhing and squirming and howling “It burns! It burnsss!” and flinging himself melodramatically to the ground, grimacing and crying and gnashing his teeth. Anders, Martin and I all literally sit up and look at first Karin and then each other, and then simultaneously burst into laughter. Our own little melodrama queen gazes on, completely oblivious. *** What a shitty start to another...
Okay, I admit it. I miss them. I can’t wait until they get home, even though I’ll enjoy my last day of peace and quiet tomorrow.
I hate saying goodbye to my mom. No matter how long the visit is, it’s never long enough. *** We don’t have any more snow but it sure is cold here. It’s extra cold in my office and I’ve had to ask building maintenance to please come and take a look at the ventilation system, since despite the fact that I’ve turned the heat up as high as it will go, there are still arctic blasts of chill in the room. It feels as though my hands are feet are permanently frozen—from the inside-out. It gets worse all day as...
I just had a bite of an exotic chocolate bar with a very bizarre ingredient in it. Anders likes chocolate with chili and during her last visit my mom gave him a couple of bars from Vosges. I took one bite and thought my lips were going up in flames (cue misschili laughing her head off). She had also brought a bar with wasabi and one with curry. I thought the wasabi one was pretty okay but the curry bar was nothing to write home about. This year, in addition to a couple more chocolate-chili bars, she gave him one...
Everything I start to type sounds stupid. Backspace, delete once more. I have conversations with you in my head. With you and you and you. I read your posts and I answer back, sometimes in writing, but often in my head where you can’t hear me but whole conversations take place there in the ether of my brain, where I fondly imagine that since we have a connection, you hear me anyway, or at least your ears are burning. This whole internet friendship things is so strange and marvelous. It makes me marvel. Even with those of you whom I...
Somewhere in the midst of the darkness and the rain, I keep thinking about you. YOU, that I’m so glad for. YOU, that I’m so sad for. YOU, that I wish I could see more. YOU. and YOU. and YOU, too. Mostly, I’ve been seeing the world through a blur. Either a blur of raindrops, pattering down on the windshield before being SWEPT away to the sides and down, zip zop, zip zop as the windshield wipers clear the way. Or through a haze of blurry eyed squinterdom. Or the blur of perpetual motion. I was going to joke that...
My stomach hurts. I blew off choir tonight because of it. The first time I could go, and I’m missing it, but you know what? I’m just not in the mood for it, and the upset stomach was the straw to my camel’s back. We finally found a choir leader but she started 2 weeks ago and one of those weeks was cancelled because her kid was sick. It’s 2.5 months into the term and the choir has only met once! 🙁 And I’m feeling like it’s not even worth it to go this term. Maybe I should just wait...
Who’s on Facebook? And why? What are you doing there? Do we all really have this much time to fart around on the internet? Good lord, what did we DO with ourselves back in the dark ages? Remember board games? I miss those. *** Do you have “pet names” for things in your house or food or stuff that you refer to when your kids or your significant other are around by words or names other than their real ones? The kids call my imported sugar-free cherry Kool-Aid Mama’s Saft (Mama’s juice). And we call summer sausage “pricky korv” because...