Hope you are all getting dolled up and heading out for a great new year's eve party.
I, personally, think NYE is for amateurs, but it's always fun to get dressed up and head out and have fun.
What am I doing?
Well, the girl is at a friend's house for a slumber party, so the husband and I are alone for the first time in weeks. I think I'm going to nap.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Stupor
I'm wasted.
So very tired.
We've had people almost non-stop since the 20th, and while I love to be around people, I do need my alone time. Finally, today, we're just hanging around as a family. ALONE.
And I'm getting antsy. Because I need to do something. Wow. I'm mental.
We had a nice holiday. I have Christmas day at my house, and we ended up with 12 people - so enough to be entertaining, but not overwhelming. We played Bingo and I won 3 times!! We played 25 cents/card, and the loot started to add up. There's nothing like winning money to make the season bright.
Of course, heading over to my parents made me realize why some people hate the holidays. Even as I was getting dressed, I was stressing out, because it's a non-stop cranky-critical fest over there. So I calmed myself and reminded myself that it was only one day, for a few hours, and that they didn't hate me, they just . . . not that they don't like me, but they don't approve of me. I am not the person they expected, and I [in their opinion] take all the wonders of my life for granted. Or some shit.
******
My in-laws were here yesterday [again. Still], and while my nieces were hounding the Girl to play Polly Pockets, my mother- and father-in-law, E and I watched The Great Escape. Which neither E nor I had ever seen. I don't know why E had never seen it, but I am not a war movie person, so it's not surprising I had not seen that. But they asked me if I wanted to watch it, and I had just spent 2 1/2 hours shopping and returning things and then came home to make lunch and I needed to sit quietly, and I thought laying in my bed watching something else (maybe Entourage or Bones or my new BUFFY DVDs [jealous much?]) would be rude. So I sat down. And my mother- and father-in-law spent the entire movie as follows:
*****SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS MOVIE AND WANT TO ENJOY IT WITHOUT FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS BEFORE IT HAPPENS******
"I think this is when he goes in the cooler. They keep sending him in there."
"Oh, you'll never believe who has trouble in the tunnel. Look. Look at him. Can you believe it? He has trouble in the tunnel. Later in the movie."
"You know, at the end, you won't believe what Steve McQueen does. When he tunnels out. He goes back. Can you believe it?"
"Isn't this the movie where Donald Pleasance goes blind?"
"Oh. That's right. They get killed here."
"Oh, look. He's going to get caught. Right now. On the train."
"Didn't they all die? Wait. That's right. I think he makes it."
"But the other ones get caught. Oh. That's right. That's coming up right now."
Seriously. The ENTIRE fucking movie. Which, by the way, lasted 3 FUCKING HOURS, and no one warned me ahead of time. I was going mad. My husband, who has had to endure this movie watching experience his whole life, was completely oblivious, and didn't notice until I had pointed it out to him after my in-laws finally left. Sweet jesus. That was traumatic.
******
In other news, I am kick ass at Rock Band when it comes to power rock ballads. Punk rock? I SUCK. I don't understand this.
*****
I have to work this week. Boo. I love my job, but I want to take a break. I'm so lazy sometimes.
Time to go play Rock Band. Must get ready to jam on Living on a Prayer.
So very tired.
We've had people almost non-stop since the 20th, and while I love to be around people, I do need my alone time. Finally, today, we're just hanging around as a family. ALONE.
And I'm getting antsy. Because I need to do something. Wow. I'm mental.
We had a nice holiday. I have Christmas day at my house, and we ended up with 12 people - so enough to be entertaining, but not overwhelming. We played Bingo and I won 3 times!! We played 25 cents/card, and the loot started to add up. There's nothing like winning money to make the season bright.
Of course, heading over to my parents made me realize why some people hate the holidays. Even as I was getting dressed, I was stressing out, because it's a non-stop cranky-critical fest over there. So I calmed myself and reminded myself that it was only one day, for a few hours, and that they didn't hate me, they just . . . not that they don't like me, but they don't approve of me. I am not the person they expected, and I [in their opinion] take all the wonders of my life for granted. Or some shit.
******
My in-laws were here yesterday [again. Still], and while my nieces were hounding the Girl to play Polly Pockets, my mother- and father-in-law, E and I watched The Great Escape. Which neither E nor I had ever seen. I don't know why E had never seen it, but I am not a war movie person, so it's not surprising I had not seen that. But they asked me if I wanted to watch it, and I had just spent 2 1/2 hours shopping and returning things and then came home to make lunch and I needed to sit quietly, and I thought laying in my bed watching something else (maybe Entourage or Bones or my new BUFFY DVDs [jealous much?]) would be rude. So I sat down. And my mother- and father-in-law spent the entire movie as follows:
*****SPOILER ALERT FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NEVER SEEN THIS MOVIE AND WANT TO ENJOY IT WITHOUT FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS BEFORE IT HAPPENS******
"I think this is when he goes in the cooler. They keep sending him in there."
"Oh, you'll never believe who has trouble in the tunnel. Look. Look at him. Can you believe it? He has trouble in the tunnel. Later in the movie."
"You know, at the end, you won't believe what Steve McQueen does. When he tunnels out. He goes back. Can you believe it?"
"Isn't this the movie where Donald Pleasance goes blind?"
"Oh. That's right. They get killed here."
"Oh, look. He's going to get caught. Right now. On the train."
"Didn't they all die? Wait. That's right. I think he makes it."
"But the other ones get caught. Oh. That's right. That's coming up right now."
Seriously. The ENTIRE fucking movie. Which, by the way, lasted 3 FUCKING HOURS, and no one warned me ahead of time. I was going mad. My husband, who has had to endure this movie watching experience his whole life, was completely oblivious, and didn't notice until I had pointed it out to him after my in-laws finally left. Sweet jesus. That was traumatic.
******
In other news, I am kick ass at Rock Band when it comes to power rock ballads. Punk rock? I SUCK. I don't understand this.
*****
I have to work this week. Boo. I love my job, but I want to take a break. I'm so lazy sometimes.
Time to go play Rock Band. Must get ready to jam on Living on a Prayer.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Happy Holidays!
Happy Christmas/Hannukah/Agnostic Day.
So far, things have been pretty nice. G and I hit the mall early-ish this morning (about 9:30) and it was dead. I went to Macy's to get E a weatherproof coat, and ended up spending $120 on a Columbia coat, which I feel like I got hosed on and is still bothering me. All those deals? Why not on stuff I need? Fuckers.
Still, we got almost everything we needed - I wanted to pick up something for a friend of mine, something inexpensive but cute for a world traveler. Any ideas?
Then we went swimming at the rec center. That was a lot of fun, and god, how I needed it. I love swimming. Of course, I forgot my flipflops and felt like I was getting gross germs all over my feet in the locker room. So I had to wash my feet again when I got home.
Now, I'm sitting here, looking up recipes for Bordelaise sauce, preparing for the festivities tomorrow. My in-laws are due in late tonight. Tomorrow, my parents, sister, in-laws, aunt and 3 cousins will be over for a late lunch. Here's the menu:
Grilled tenderloin (yes, there is still a ton of snow on the ground and it's still cold, but if E wants to grill, I will not say no)
Corn
Mashed potatoes
Brussell Sprouts
Creamed Spinach
Rolls
Chocolate Cheesecake
Golden Cupcakes filled with chocolate (G is making these)
Yum. I can't wait.
So far, things have been pretty nice. G and I hit the mall early-ish this morning (about 9:30) and it was dead. I went to Macy's to get E a weatherproof coat, and ended up spending $120 on a Columbia coat, which I feel like I got hosed on and is still bothering me. All those deals? Why not on stuff I need? Fuckers.
Still, we got almost everything we needed - I wanted to pick up something for a friend of mine, something inexpensive but cute for a world traveler. Any ideas?
Then we went swimming at the rec center. That was a lot of fun, and god, how I needed it. I love swimming. Of course, I forgot my flipflops and felt like I was getting gross germs all over my feet in the locker room. So I had to wash my feet again when I got home.
Now, I'm sitting here, looking up recipes for Bordelaise sauce, preparing for the festivities tomorrow. My in-laws are due in late tonight. Tomorrow, my parents, sister, in-laws, aunt and 3 cousins will be over for a late lunch. Here's the menu:
Grilled tenderloin (yes, there is still a ton of snow on the ground and it's still cold, but if E wants to grill, I will not say no)
Corn
Mashed potatoes
Brussell Sprouts
Creamed Spinach
Rolls
Chocolate Cheesecake
Golden Cupcakes filled with chocolate (G is making these)
Yum. I can't wait.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Back to Work
Went back to work today - I love my job, but I'm still tired from the party and would have like another day to just regroup. As it was, I spent a good portion of the day flaking. Productivity is what I'm about.
I'm almost done Christmas shopping. I've got one thing to get for a friend - something small, and I have no idea what - and a rainjacket type thing for E. And then I'm out. Well, maybe a cute knit dress for me. I have this great black and white jacket,
and I was wearing it today with a black silk & cashmere sweater and black pants, and as I was standing in the bathroom washing my hands and checking out how awesome I look, I thought, this would look GREAT with a black knit dress. Or pink. So I'm keeping my eyes open.
*****
My husband and brother-in-law are trying to tell me and my sister-in-law that Stephen Colbert is funnier than Jon Stewart. They are sadly mistaken.
While Colbert is funny, he is no match for the wonders of Jon Stewart, Dreamy Satirist. Colbert is hammy; Stewart is delightful roast beast.
And no, we are not blinded by our love of Mr. Stewart's ravishing good looks. He is undeniably awesome, and we simply recognize that. His beauty is just another aspect of his appeal.
Mmmm . . . sweet and tasty.
I'm almost done Christmas shopping. I've got one thing to get for a friend - something small, and I have no idea what - and a rainjacket type thing for E. And then I'm out. Well, maybe a cute knit dress for me. I have this great black and white jacket,
and I was wearing it today with a black silk & cashmere sweater and black pants, and as I was standing in the bathroom washing my hands and checking out how awesome I look, I thought, this would look GREAT with a black knit dress. Or pink. So I'm keeping my eyes open.
*****
My husband and brother-in-law are trying to tell me and my sister-in-law that Stephen Colbert is funnier than Jon Stewart. They are sadly mistaken.
While Colbert is funny, he is no match for the wonders of Jon Stewart, Dreamy Satirist. Colbert is hammy; Stewart is delightful roast beast.
And no, we are not blinded by our love of Mr. Stewart's ravishing good looks. He is undeniably awesome, and we simply recognize that. His beauty is just another aspect of his appeal.
Mmmm . . . sweet and tasty.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
The Day After
We had our holiday party last night.
It was a grown-ups only, get dressed up cocktail party. It was a lot of fun, and everyone had a great time. I know. I asked.
It was funny, though. E is not a terribly social person, so most of the people are people we know through me. And the groups were a mix of family/friends, actual friends, law school friends, a couple E knows from his work, and people we know from G's school. The law school people were the least social, by which I mean they huddled in a group and didn't venture out to talk to any of the other groups. I know law school students/lawyers are unbelievably socially retarded, but I was surprised that the people I'm friends with were that way. I'm pretty adept socially - there are only a few times where I feel like no one likes me and I am a social pariah, and that's generally when I'm really, really tired and PMS-y - and make it a point to go and talk to people, particularly when I don't know many people. It surprised me that they would shelter themselves off like that. Weird.
Still, it was a really good time. This despite the fact that Friday it snowed bushels and we couldn't get anything done outdoors, so E had to go to Costco on a Saturday to get supplies. Also, I broke the garbage disposal and had to have a plumber come out on a Saturday for time and half and put in a new one. And my sister kept telling me, as she got drunker and drunker, "Next year, you should do this. And that. And this other thing." Until I finally said, "Are you even having fun?" at which point she looked at me in surprise and said, "Yeah! I'm having a great time!" Whatev.
Also, we have 2 cats, and I'll be honest, we were down to the wire cleaning before the party, so I only just ran the vacuum quickly over the rug and didn't bother with the couches. Of course 3 people were allergic to cats and I had no adult Benadryl, so people were doing shots of children's cherry flavored Benadryl. WOOOHOOO!
I had fun, though. E and I enjoy throwing parties. And I love chatting with people and getting to know different things about them that a booze soaked atmosphere will bring out. Plus, people brought tons of sweets - if only I could eat them!!!
And stayed up until 2:30 am - which is 5 hours past my normal bed time. (Yes, I go to bed at 9:30. Or try to. It's usually more like 10:00 - shut up, I get up at 5:30 and I NEED MY SLEEP). I woke up at 7:15 this morning, had some oatmeal and went back to bed and watched episodes of Entourage until it was decent hour and G called from my parents wanting to come home and it sounded like other people had gotten up and were milling about.
And now, my brother-in-law and his wife are still here and we're going to play some Rock Band. AWESOME! I can't believe I have to go to work tomorrow.
It was a grown-ups only, get dressed up cocktail party. It was a lot of fun, and everyone had a great time. I know. I asked.
It was funny, though. E is not a terribly social person, so most of the people are people we know through me. And the groups were a mix of family/friends, actual friends, law school friends, a couple E knows from his work, and people we know from G's school. The law school people were the least social, by which I mean they huddled in a group and didn't venture out to talk to any of the other groups. I know law school students/lawyers are unbelievably socially retarded, but I was surprised that the people I'm friends with were that way. I'm pretty adept socially - there are only a few times where I feel like no one likes me and I am a social pariah, and that's generally when I'm really, really tired and PMS-y - and make it a point to go and talk to people, particularly when I don't know many people. It surprised me that they would shelter themselves off like that. Weird.
Still, it was a really good time. This despite the fact that Friday it snowed bushels and we couldn't get anything done outdoors, so E had to go to Costco on a Saturday to get supplies. Also, I broke the garbage disposal and had to have a plumber come out on a Saturday for time and half and put in a new one. And my sister kept telling me, as she got drunker and drunker, "Next year, you should do this. And that. And this other thing." Until I finally said, "Are you even having fun?" at which point she looked at me in surprise and said, "Yeah! I'm having a great time!" Whatev.
Also, we have 2 cats, and I'll be honest, we were down to the wire cleaning before the party, so I only just ran the vacuum quickly over the rug and didn't bother with the couches. Of course 3 people were allergic to cats and I had no adult Benadryl, so people were doing shots of children's cherry flavored Benadryl. WOOOHOOO!
I had fun, though. E and I enjoy throwing parties. And I love chatting with people and getting to know different things about them that a booze soaked atmosphere will bring out. Plus, people brought tons of sweets - if only I could eat them!!!
And stayed up until 2:30 am - which is 5 hours past my normal bed time. (Yes, I go to bed at 9:30. Or try to. It's usually more like 10:00 - shut up, I get up at 5:30 and I NEED MY SLEEP). I woke up at 7:15 this morning, had some oatmeal and went back to bed and watched episodes of Entourage until it was decent hour and G called from my parents wanting to come home and it sounded like other people had gotten up and were milling about.
And now, my brother-in-law and his wife are still here and we're going to play some Rock Band. AWESOME! I can't believe I have to go to work tomorrow.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Snow Fun
Big storm coming tonight and into tomorrow.
I hate snow when I have to be somewhere (work). I didn't mind so much when I was home with the kidbit. Snow days were fun then.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Gah. I'll be carpooling with a friend because my panic/anxiety will be full tilt.
Can't wait until Saturday. Party Day!!!!
I hate snow when I have to be somewhere (work). I didn't mind so much when I was home with the kidbit. Snow days were fun then.
I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. Gah. I'll be carpooling with a friend because my panic/anxiety will be full tilt.
Can't wait until Saturday. Party Day!!!!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
My Cat's Breath Smells Like Catfood
Finished 2 exams yesterday - I think I did well on the first and o.k. on the second. Whatever, they're DONE!
Then I came home and prepped for an oral argument I had today in circuit court and I WONNNNNNN!!!!!
I won! I won! I feel like Ralph Wiggum!
Go me!
Then I came home and prepped for an oral argument I had today in circuit court and I WONNNNNNN!!!!!
I won! I won! I feel like Ralph Wiggum!
Go me!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Eeeeeep
Bwahahahahaahhahahahaaaa . . .
Sorry.
That's the cackling of the damned.
So frickety froo stressed right now. And I'm worried that I'm coming down with a cold.
I'm hoping I'm just really, really, really tired.
I hope.
Sorry.
That's the cackling of the damned.
So frickety froo stressed right now. And I'm worried that I'm coming down with a cold.
I'm hoping I'm just really, really, really tired.
I hope.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
What a Wonderful World
Today, I have a migraine.
Last night, I went to Target with a friend of mine, and as we were checking out (Jesus, how did we each spend $180 on shit at Target???), a lovely holiday drama was unfolding at the register in front of us:
Old Lady (and by old, I mean 70s): You are disrespecting me! You cannot put your stuff on the counter when my stuff is there! You are touching my stuff!
Younger Lady (and by younger, I mean 40s): I'm not touching your stuff. I am putting my stuff over here.
OL: You better move your stuff. You better take that stuff off.
YL: I'm not moving my stuff.
OL: MOVE YOUR STUFF. You are disrespectful. Stop touching me! (YL was NOT touching OL).
YL: I'm not touching you. I'm not touching your stuff. [To the helpless cashier] Can you please call security?
OL: Yes. Call security! And call Jesus, too!
This went on for a painfully long time. Finally, Security (two young women) showed up, moved YL's stuff to another register, and the two women were checked out, with OL still fussing.
My friend and I were dying. Our cashier was shaking her head. My friend asked if that kind of thing happened a lot. The cashier said that was the second time today.
I have to admit, I was VERY tempted to bump into OL with my cart. I didn't.
And since I've now posted a blog entry, I have no excuse, not even this painful migraine, to not be studying. Or at least putting stuff together to be printed.
Happy Holidays!
Last night, I went to Target with a friend of mine, and as we were checking out (Jesus, how did we each spend $180 on shit at Target???), a lovely holiday drama was unfolding at the register in front of us:
Old Lady (and by old, I mean 70s): You are disrespecting me! You cannot put your stuff on the counter when my stuff is there! You are touching my stuff!
Younger Lady (and by younger, I mean 40s): I'm not touching your stuff. I am putting my stuff over here.
OL: You better move your stuff. You better take that stuff off.
YL: I'm not moving my stuff.
OL: MOVE YOUR STUFF. You are disrespectful. Stop touching me! (YL was NOT touching OL).
YL: I'm not touching you. I'm not touching your stuff. [To the helpless cashier] Can you please call security?
OL: Yes. Call security! And call Jesus, too!
This went on for a painfully long time. Finally, Security (two young women) showed up, moved YL's stuff to another register, and the two women were checked out, with OL still fussing.
My friend and I were dying. Our cashier was shaking her head. My friend asked if that kind of thing happened a lot. The cashier said that was the second time today.
I have to admit, I was VERY tempted to bump into OL with my cart. I didn't.
And since I've now posted a blog entry, I have no excuse, not even this painful migraine, to not be studying. Or at least putting stuff together to be printed.
Happy Holidays!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Midpoint
2 exams down, 2 to go.
One exam was HARD. The other, for whatever reason, I thought was pretty easy. I hope that that's true, and not that I had no idea what was going on.
I'm having a hard time studying (shocking). I had a headache yesterday - luckily not a migraine - so I spent the morning running errands (and FINALLY getting my car washed - but only the outside) and then the afternoon watching Video on Demand of Entourage. Then E took me out to dinner. Which was very nice.
Today, I've managed to avoid studying by making phone calls and doing laundry and doing yoga and showering and cleaning the kitchen, and now it's lunchtime, so you know I have to stop and eat. Wow. My day is full.
I'll buckle down. I'm sure I will.
One exam was HARD. The other, for whatever reason, I thought was pretty easy. I hope that that's true, and not that I had no idea what was going on.
I'm having a hard time studying (shocking). I had a headache yesterday - luckily not a migraine - so I spent the morning running errands (and FINALLY getting my car washed - but only the outside) and then the afternoon watching Video on Demand of Entourage. Then E took me out to dinner. Which was very nice.
Today, I've managed to avoid studying by making phone calls and doing laundry and doing yoga and showering and cleaning the kitchen, and now it's lunchtime, so you know I have to stop and eat. Wow. My day is full.
I'll buckle down. I'm sure I will.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
I'll get right on that.
Sweet Jesus, I suck.
I've got 2 exams on Thursday.
Thus far today I have:
I've got 2 exams on Thursday.
Thus far today I have:
- Done yoga
- Made the girl's lunch
- Had breakfast
- Showered
- Done 3 loads of laundry
- Emptied and loaded and run the dishwasher
- Cleaned out the summer clothes still hanging in my closet
- Cleaned the mud off of my and G's shoes from an outdoor wedding we attended. In September. In my defense . . . does the fact that we haven't worn them anywhere else count as a defense?
- Gotten the mail. I glanced through it, but didn't open it or look at any magazines or catalogs, because I NEED TO STUDY.
- Gotten a UPS package (more Lands End clothes for G. Because I LOVE to return stuff. I truly do.)
- Ate a bowl of soup
- Found a 3 piece set of Corning ware in the cedar closet (which is almost empty because everything else is out in the rest of the basement - we're slowly cleaning. We have to be finished cleaning by this weekend because we are having a party on the 20th) which I think was a bridal shower gift from 13 years ago. The Corning ware is horrifically ugly - really, whoever got me this? Purple irises? Why couldn't you just get me the plain white stuff? Whatever, I need bakeware. It'll do.
- Ate 2 bowls of chili. So good.
- Watched my first ever episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Bleh. Not entertaining. Not even to fold laundry by.
- Figured out Video On Demand - I'm slowly moving into the 1990s! - so I could watch Curb Your Enthusiasm. And realized I can watch SO! MANY! THINGS!
- Ate 2 tums
- Did about 12 problems to review.
- Cleared out my email
- Blogged.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Panic in Detroit
I had two panic attacks today while driving. I managed to calm myself so that they were mercifully short (although painfully, frighteningly long while they were happening).
I know I'm stressed out and I'm trying very hard to remind myself that it will all be o.k., and no matter what happens, things will be fine. But it's so hard to keep remembering that things get better when you are mired in anger and frustration.
The funny/sad thing is, I've spent the past few weeks thinking about how much I enjoy the holidays - how much I like the songs and the lights and the . . . I guess spirit of the season. I'm not Christian, but I like the idea of celebrating in winter, when things are at their cold, lonely worst. I was happy. Really. I was enjoying myself and the holiday season and looking forward to wrapping gifts (I LOVE wrapping gifts) and even baking cookies.
And then today. Man. It was tough. I'm proud of myself for getting through it, for not pulling over and freaking out and for managing to calm myself down. But I'm still worried about the blob of anxiety floating around me, ready to fuck me up when I least expect it.
I know I'm stressed out and I'm trying very hard to remind myself that it will all be o.k., and no matter what happens, things will be fine. But it's so hard to keep remembering that things get better when you are mired in anger and frustration.
The funny/sad thing is, I've spent the past few weeks thinking about how much I enjoy the holidays - how much I like the songs and the lights and the . . . I guess spirit of the season. I'm not Christian, but I like the idea of celebrating in winter, when things are at their cold, lonely worst. I was happy. Really. I was enjoying myself and the holiday season and looking forward to wrapping gifts (I LOVE wrapping gifts) and even baking cookies.
And then today. Man. It was tough. I'm proud of myself for getting through it, for not pulling over and freaking out and for managing to calm myself down. But I'm still worried about the blob of anxiety floating around me, ready to fuck me up when I least expect it.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Grrrrrrr.....
So fucking angry.
The goddamn cats went on a rampage and broke some things. I hate them. So fucking much.
And then I hated them even more when I tried to sweep up the broken shards and the shitty broom and dustpan set fell apart (fuck you, too, Michael Graves from Target), and then, I, being mature, started smashing the stupid fucking broken handle into the floor and swearing a bit.
I don't like getting that angry. I'm sick of it. I hate those fucking cats.
Still shards all over the kitchen floor. I can't bring myself to go in there. I still get angry thinking about it.
So mature.
The goddamn cats went on a rampage and broke some things. I hate them. So fucking much.
And then I hated them even more when I tried to sweep up the broken shards and the shitty broom and dustpan set fell apart (fuck you, too, Michael Graves from Target), and then, I, being mature, started smashing the stupid fucking broken handle into the floor and swearing a bit.
I don't like getting that angry. I'm sick of it. I hate those fucking cats.
Still shards all over the kitchen floor. I can't bring myself to go in there. I still get angry thinking about it.
So mature.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Brrr
It's ridiculously cold here today, and will be for the next few days. I took G to the bus today - she's been getting a ride since she dislocated her knee, but the Dr. said she could take the bus again, and OMG, was she thrilled - and just slipped on some shoes without putting on socks. 20 degree weather is not the kind of weather to be sockless. Not pleasant.
I'm not usually one who is cold. I tend to sleep with the window open in the bedroom, at least a crack, through November. But today I could not get warm. I even ended up putting a heating pad on my legs and back while I took a study break (to read. Because the best way to take a break from reading law is reading. Jesus, I'm lame.). I couldn't seem to get warm today, until I heated up the house by making dinner (tenderloin/fingerling potatoes/brussell sprouts - YUM) and got really hot. I'm not looking forward to menopause - I'm already having insane issues with body temperature. That does not bode well.
I don't know why, but I volunteered to do a presentation in G's class and another class tomorrow. That's two instances of volunteering in one week. I'm an idiot.
I'm not usually one who is cold. I tend to sleep with the window open in the bedroom, at least a crack, through November. But today I could not get warm. I even ended up putting a heating pad on my legs and back while I took a study break (to read. Because the best way to take a break from reading law is reading. Jesus, I'm lame.). I couldn't seem to get warm today, until I heated up the house by making dinner (tenderloin/fingerling potatoes/brussell sprouts - YUM) and got really hot. I'm not looking forward to menopause - I'm already having insane issues with body temperature. That does not bode well.
I don't know why, but I volunteered to do a presentation in G's class and another class tomorrow. That's two instances of volunteering in one week. I'm an idiot.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Shopping Blows
I had ordered some clothes for G from Lands End and needed to return them (why don't size 14 pants fit the same as size 14 tights? Huh? WHY NOT??) and so we went to Sears, but it was on the way home from G's orthopedic Dr. Appt. (continue physical therapy, wear knee brace during physical activity, let's pray this doesn't happen again or it's time for surgery) so we ended up at some downmarket ghetto Sears (I know, I know, which Sears ISN'T downmarket ghetto?) and the checkout guy is huffing and can't believe that I didn't bring the plastic bags with the SKU #s for the pants, and it's hard for him to find the #s except HEY, MOTHERFUCKER, THERE THEY ARE LISTED ON THE RECEIPT NEXT TO DETAILED DESCRIPTIONS OF THE CLOTHING. But, because it's the holidays, I don't say anything and am kind.
We looked for clothing - don't ask me why - and we decided it was too skeevy. Shocking.
Then, we stopped at the Target by my house to get a sympathy card and some long sleeved t-shirts for G, and, after trying on a bunch of crap, ended up with a card and 3 items of clothing (2 long sleeved t-shirts and a plaid dress) and when the Target lady asked me if I'd like to move to register 8 and I tried, eleventy fucking people and their piled up shopping carts cut in front of me. So I'm standing there, stunned, and I get furious and say, FUCK THIS (because I am a model parent) and walked out of Target, not realizing until I got to the car that I still had the sympathy card in my hand, so THEY MADE ME STEAL. BASTARDS.
Ho fucking ho.
We looked for clothing - don't ask me why - and we decided it was too skeevy. Shocking.
Then, we stopped at the Target by my house to get a sympathy card and some long sleeved t-shirts for G, and, after trying on a bunch of crap, ended up with a card and 3 items of clothing (2 long sleeved t-shirts and a plaid dress) and when the Target lady asked me if I'd like to move to register 8 and I tried, eleventy fucking people and their piled up shopping carts cut in front of me. So I'm standing there, stunned, and I get furious and say, FUCK THIS (because I am a model parent) and walked out of Target, not realizing until I got to the car that I still had the sympathy card in my hand, so THEY MADE ME STEAL. BASTARDS.
Ho fucking ho.
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