**Does anyone else get greasy eyelids? What the hell? What's wrong with my face?
**I'm mulling over some crap school decisions - I'm involved with a group that is making me mental and I don't want to deal with it again, so I need to opt out. Right? RIGHT? Guh.
**I am in dire need of a haircut. I can't wait until Saturday.
** We tried to watch "The Prestige." Wow. That was terrible only half way through. I had to stop.
**I can't believe I got a job where I commute 30 miles one way when gas is $4/gallon. Ridiculous.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
During my first week at work I . . .
* Nearly fell asleep at my desk. TWICE.
* Got a GIANT cold sore.
* Had horrific gurgly stomach noises (I swear, it was internal gas ONLY!).
* Had a car alarm go off outside my window at noon and stay active until I left at 5pm.
* Actually had a nice week.
* Got a GIANT cold sore.
* Had horrific gurgly stomach noises (I swear, it was internal gas ONLY!).
* Had a car alarm go off outside my window at noon and stay active until I left at 5pm.
* Actually had a nice week.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Thank GOD for Wednesday.
I've been very prickly the past few days. VERY prickly. Plus, I almost fell asleep at my desk at my new job TWICE in the past two days. That's not good. I'm hoping it's tiredness/PMS and not something worse. Like narcolepsy.
MOVIE REVIEWS (of books that were made into movies):
Into the Wild: Jesus, I fucking hate hippies. Bad childhood, rich boy? Suck it up and deal. Not even Hal Holbrook could redeem this dreck. And Sean Penn is a terrible director. Terrible. Which is a pity, because I really liked that one book by the author of Into the Wild - you know, the one about the polygamist Mormons? That one? Really good.
Gone Baby Gone: Casey Affleck is horribly wooden, but man, did this movie move! I really liked it. Plus, Ed Harris was awesome, as were Amy Madigan and Amy Ryan. Ben Affleck, surprisingly good director. I know. I wouldn't have believed it either. I think I need to read some Dennis Lehane.
O.k., I'm going to try and read some blogs since I don't have time because of that whole work thing. Plus the narcolepsy.
MOVIE REVIEWS (of books that were made into movies):
Into the Wild: Jesus, I fucking hate hippies. Bad childhood, rich boy? Suck it up and deal. Not even Hal Holbrook could redeem this dreck. And Sean Penn is a terrible director. Terrible. Which is a pity, because I really liked that one book by the author of Into the Wild - you know, the one about the polygamist Mormons? That one? Really good.
Gone Baby Gone: Casey Affleck is horribly wooden, but man, did this movie move! I really liked it. Plus, Ed Harris was awesome, as were Amy Madigan and Amy Ryan. Ben Affleck, surprisingly good director. I know. I wouldn't have believed it either. I think I need to read some Dennis Lehane.
O.k., I'm going to try and read some blogs since I don't have time because of that whole work thing. Plus the narcolepsy.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Working 9 to 5
Today was my first day at work.
It went very well except for:
**The panic attack I had on the drive in. I had to pull over to the side of the road and do some deep breathing while muttering into my cell that I was going to die and listening to the husband tell me, no, you're not. If I didn't have such a visceral reaction to him telling me what to do, it would be much more soothing much more quickly.
**The cold sore I got midway through the day. Stress. It's delightful.
Time for bed. I had a kind of crappy day yesterday - just the usual doing something I didn't want to do and then berating myself for not sticking up for myself. I can be such a pushover. The crapiness kind of drained me, and the long commute today did, too. I need to rest.
Good night!
It went very well except for:
**The panic attack I had on the drive in. I had to pull over to the side of the road and do some deep breathing while muttering into my cell that I was going to die and listening to the husband tell me, no, you're not. If I didn't have such a visceral reaction to him telling me what to do, it would be much more soothing much more quickly.
**The cold sore I got midway through the day. Stress. It's delightful.
Time for bed. I had a kind of crappy day yesterday - just the usual doing something I didn't want to do and then berating myself for not sticking up for myself. I can be such a pushover. The crapiness kind of drained me, and the long commute today did, too. I need to rest.
Good night!
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Nice
I've eaten out quite a bit this past week, meeting friends for lunch and dinner and even breakfast. I also have to pee all the time. So the other day, when I was out to lunch with a friend of mine, I not surprisingly had to pee.
I went into the bathroom where a mother/daughter (I think) were washing their hands, and the mother was saying, "See, when you're done you pull some paper towel down for the next person, to be nice." At that point, I walked in, and the teenage daughter looked at me and pointed and said, "Hey, we're giving you paper towels to be nice!"
I smiled and went into one of the 2 stalls as I heard them leave.
You know what else would have been nice? Not peeing on the seat.
I went into the bathroom where a mother/daughter (I think) were washing their hands, and the mother was saying, "See, when you're done you pull some paper towel down for the next person, to be nice." At that point, I walked in, and the teenage daughter looked at me and pointed and said, "Hey, we're giving you paper towels to be nice!"
I smiled and went into one of the 2 stalls as I heard them leave.
You know what else would have been nice? Not peeing on the seat.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
It's A Post!
I've had a pretty o.k. week. I've been catching up with the friends I've ignored for the last few months (Hi! Remember me? We used to be friends?) and also doing laundry and ironing - oh, the joy of wearing clothes without wrinkles. I am not a wash and wear gal. I have come to terms with the fact that I like my clothing pressed, thanksverymuch. I hate wearing t-shirts and, ugh, jeans. Blech. I will wear them, but I'm not happy about it. I need pressed cotton. STAT.
Anyway, I've been doing that stuff and I saw my therapist (still crazy!) and I'm on the path of finding cool knitting patterns (I think I want a shawl. or a blanket. Or something to knit that is long and warm since it's going to be SO FUCKING HOT in the summer) and some podcasts to learn languages while I have the 40 minute one-way commute to and from work this summer. I was debating an audiobook, but I tend to phase out and miss big chunks of the story (what, exactly, happens in The Scarlet Letter again?).
I've been doing yoga pretty regularly for the past 3 or 4 weeks. I was using a towel, because I am too cheap when it comes to purchasing things for myself to buy a mat. On Sunday night, when the husband (who has been working a ton) was on his way home from work, he heard on the radio something about Mother's Day, and thought, "Shit. Is it Mother's Day? It's Sunday. I think it is." He stopped at Meijer and bought me a yoga mat, which I found the next morning when I got up to exercise. Very nice, and a week early! Then I realized I have to do something for our mothers, and am not so thrilled. I hate going card shopping. I think I'll just get the "You're the best mom ever" sappy cards and be done with it.
I've also been to 2 of the girl's choir concerts the past 2 weekends and there is another one this weekend. There is no need for this many concerts. Even the girl said, "You guys don't have to come to this one. It's all the same songs." For a split second, I almost said o.k., but instead went with, "Of course, I'm coming! I'm your mom! It's my job to come to these things." Which may not be a ringing endorsement, but hell, I'm showing up. Right? And this time I hope I don't end up laughing so hard from playing hangman with my sister, the husband and random lady that I have to leave the concert because I'm snorting.
Anyway, I've been doing that stuff and I saw my therapist (still crazy!) and I'm on the path of finding cool knitting patterns (I think I want a shawl. or a blanket. Or something to knit that is long and warm since it's going to be SO FUCKING HOT in the summer) and some podcasts to learn languages while I have the 40 minute one-way commute to and from work this summer. I was debating an audiobook, but I tend to phase out and miss big chunks of the story (what, exactly, happens in The Scarlet Letter again?).
I've been doing yoga pretty regularly for the past 3 or 4 weeks. I was using a towel, because I am too cheap when it comes to purchasing things for myself to buy a mat. On Sunday night, when the husband (who has been working a ton) was on his way home from work, he heard on the radio something about Mother's Day, and thought, "Shit. Is it Mother's Day? It's Sunday. I think it is." He stopped at Meijer and bought me a yoga mat, which I found the next morning when I got up to exercise. Very nice, and a week early! Then I realized I have to do something for our mothers, and am not so thrilled. I hate going card shopping. I think I'll just get the "You're the best mom ever" sappy cards and be done with it.
I've also been to 2 of the girl's choir concerts the past 2 weekends and there is another one this weekend. There is no need for this many concerts. Even the girl said, "You guys don't have to come to this one. It's all the same songs." For a split second, I almost said o.k., but instead went with, "Of course, I'm coming! I'm your mom! It's my job to come to these things." Which may not be a ringing endorsement, but hell, I'm showing up. Right? And this time I hope I don't end up laughing so hard from playing hangman with my sister, the husband and random lady that I have to leave the concert because I'm snorting.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Hello? Is this thing on?
Exams - done. One exam - I think I did pretty well. One exam - the first question freaked me out and I spent 15 minutes trying to figure out HOW I DIDN'T KNOW ONE GODDAMN THING AFTER A WHOLE SEMESTER. I skipped the question and went back later. One exam - is over, and that's good enough for me.
Paper - done. DONE. And emailed off. I want nothing more to do with it.
FUCKING STUPID ASS TOILET THAT WOULD NOT STOP FILLING? Fixed.
It's been a long week. I have a week of cleaning and ironing and getting stuff ready before I start working. I'm a bit nervous about working. And about driving to work. And what if I have really bad gas on my first day from being so nervous? It's a small office. What will I do?
*****
Today I spent some time in the girl's classroom, doing a project with the kids. Man. I hate kids. Anyway, when we got home, I asked the girl (age 11) if she liked it when I came into her classroom to do projects.
"Yeah, sure. It's not embarrassing."
Is there a higher compliment? I think not.
Paper - done. DONE. And emailed off. I want nothing more to do with it.
FUCKING STUPID ASS TOILET THAT WOULD NOT STOP FILLING? Fixed.
It's been a long week. I have a week of cleaning and ironing and getting stuff ready before I start working. I'm a bit nervous about working. And about driving to work. And what if I have really bad gas on my first day from being so nervous? It's a small office. What will I do?
*****
Today I spent some time in the girl's classroom, doing a project with the kids. Man. I hate kids. Anyway, when we got home, I asked the girl (age 11) if she liked it when I came into her classroom to do projects.
"Yeah, sure. It's not embarrassing."
Is there a higher compliment? I think not.
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