So....[pP]>sexkey registration id
Not long after we moved into this house, we realized we'd need to redo the shelving/hanging rods in the closet for the master bedroom. They were poorly done and flimsy, and there wasn't enough room to hang all the clothes.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The master bedroom itself is only called that because it happens to be the biggest of the three teeny bedrooms we have. It's not bigger by a whole lot, and the closet is the usual double sliding door kind of thing, nothing special. The bedroom was only exciting in that it was bigger than that of our last apartment (which barely fit our king bed and dresser - Brian had to crawl over me to get out from his side of the bed - and a shelf unit that had a tv on it) and we could actually put nightstands on either side of the bed. We're planning to re-arrange it soon, after we paint the headboard we found at a garage sale not long ago. The fact that there actually is more than one possible arrangement is also a plus.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So I went to the local Wal-Mart, and found this shelf "kit" for closets. Seeing as how it was inexpensive, and I'd need two to make it work, I was happy to pay the low price of $20-$25 per kit. It seemed a whole lot better than that $500 price tag that the Elfa stuff seems to rack up to.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Silly, silly me.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Today, we redid the closet again, after it made yet another attempt at "closet suicide", wherein the topmost shelf/hanging rod took a plunge, taking all of my husband's shirts with it. This was not its first attempt, and my side has required some creative repairs as well.[pP]>sexkey registration id
We were not, however, going to pay that $500 for the Elfa stuff, seeing as how we're unemployed and all, so off to Home Depot we went, searching for other options after measuring the dimensions of our little closet.[pP]>sexkey registration id
We ended up creating a setup that looks awfully similar to that $500 getup in the catalog I had from a store that sold the Elfa stuff - but for a measly little price of $160 instead. It is a different brand than the Elfa ones, but works on a similar track system and seems nice and sturdy.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And I got to use my power drill too! I like power tools. They give me a rush.[pP]>sexkey registration id
One day I'll get my table saw. Oh, yeah baby![pP]>sexkey registration id
In the meantime, however, I'll just have to wait for space in the garage for a proper workshop. Once we finish moving boxes and boxes out of the way.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
But, in the meantime, at least I have a closet that finally works! Yay!![pP]>sexkey registration id
Not only that, but bonus points today - it's the first time in the time that we've lived here that I have a place to hang dresses! They've been crammed on one of those "over the door" hooks on the back of our bedroom door. Now I actually have a space in the closet to hang them without having to bunch up the bottoms and have them get all wrinkly! Yipee![pP]>sexkey registration id
Of course, I did just admit to owning dresses, didn't I? Pffft... there goes my tomboy image.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So today was a "project day", which was cool, since we did the project together.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Anyway, that's today.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Tomorrow will likely be different.
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Yep. Prob'ly.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Yeah, I am in a wierd mood. It might have something to do with the silly image a friend of mine sent me in an e-mail today (wait for it...)[pP]>sexkey registration id

After the decision several months ago that I want to be the stay-at-home mom, despite the fact that that means I've got the "housework" as part of my duties too, I recently found myself having to pull a complete turnaround and do the "working mom" thing for the past four weeks of temp job...[pP]>sexkey registration id
So now that I'm back home, where has all the energy I had for those four weeks gone? Or was it purely contained in the excessive amounts of caffeine I pumped into my body to make sure I was awake.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I mean, really - which vitamin is it that my multivitamin doesn't have enough of? sheesh![pP]>sexkey registration id
I know what it was, though. I spent those four weeks focused. I wanted to cry at night for not spending enough time with my son (in fact there were a couple nights that I think I did cry, but don't ask me - ask Brian - the past month is a muddled blur for a lot of things to me), and I am feeling very out of sorts now. My husband is the one who knows when Jareth eats what and what he's in the process of learning and so on...[pP]>sexkey registration id
There's a small part of me that has to admit that I have fears of my husband having done a better job as "stay-at-home parent" than I have. Then again, some of the larger cleaning tasks are still things that he didn't dive right in and do either, no matter how much he enjoyed the chance to play Mr. Mom.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I just wonder how long this emotional rollercoaster is going to go on until a permanent job comes in (for one of us - hopefully him) and things can settle back down again. I feel as if the entire search for "me" has been put on hold until further notice. I my true fear is that I will have to redefine myself in order to be content in the working world...[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'm also starting to realize just how old-fashioned I really am. My mother wanted me to never rely on a man (because of her own issues), and really I had a lot of issues trusting one for a long, long time. Now, I'm starting to realize that I have this old-fashioned ideal that the man takes care of keeping the family afloat financially...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Someone want to tell me where the f*&k that came from?[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh, yeah. My grandfather. He worked his butt off to provide my grandmother with whatever her heart desired. Which was no small task, if I do say so. My grandmother was pretty hard to please.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Although, every time Brian and I talk about it, it gets agreed that it makes sense for him to be the one looking for a permanent position right now. So I'm still only going to be looking for temp assignments and choice jobs that might have enticed me regardless. But, I know that if the proverbial shit hits the celestial fan, and we get within a few months of the insurance buffer giving out - I'll be inclined to grab the first permanent offer that comes along, if he doesn't find something first...[pP]>sexkey registration id
No wonder I'm suddenly having trouble sleeping again. I'm already feeling the fear and depression settling into my bones again.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Sorry - needed to vent tonight.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'll do the "Tuesday is Chooseday" meme next, to lighten the mood.[pP]>sexkey registration id
After that though...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Server's been giving me fits today.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So much so that I accidentally posted my entry for Quick Shtick Writing four times![pP]>sexkey registration id
It took me almost two hours before the server let me successfully delete the three unecessary ones.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It's moving again, but still slower than I'm accustomed to. Feeling frustrated, I'll not be posting much tonight. I didn't do any work on my site like I was planning to do today. Instead, I took the day off, mostly. Rewarding myself for that sudden dramatic change I've had for the past month. Also coming down from the overage of caffeine - letting my body run back down to normal for a wee bit. Also, I think my face is turning the corner and whatever the reaction I had is going away. Maybe I can still get away without having to see a doctor. Time will tell.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It will probably take me longer to post this than it did to write it.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
You are my sunshine, my only sunshineBut now I know. Here's my little bit of sunshine:
You make me happy when skies are gray
You'll never know just how much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away!
Sometimes, when I hold him in my arms...[pP]>sexkey registration id
I just am.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night!
It's been a long time since I've stayed up until the witching hours, but here it is just after midnight as I finally get around to today's blog.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So much to say, but so little I can really discuss. The fact that this isn't an anonymous blog does sometimes limit some of the things that I want to discuss as they rattle about in my mind. Things going on around me that affect other people more directly than myself, but yet I sit silently watching...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Today was a beautiful one. The windows were open, and fresh air poured through the house, bringing the scent of the sunlight in with it. Or at least it might have, if I could smell. That's how I imagine it being though, so that's how it's going to remain in my mind. I wanted to run and play, to frolic even, in the "outside". Unfortunately, my soul and my body disagreed today, and we had to settle for sitting close to the window instead. At least my allergies seemed a little better today. And, by sitting, I managed to get away without any aspirin to ease the woes that seem to want to plague me today. Maybe tomorrow they will be gone again. Mine is a fickle body like that.[pP]>sexkey registration id
We treated ourselves to the decadence of donuts this morning, and Jareth got one as well. Hopefully one of the pictures of him with sprinkles and frosting all over his face will turn out and be posted here. He was quite a mess by the time he was finished, but I managed to wheedle my way out of having to clean him up, letting Brian have that little adventure instead.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Yesterday, Brian put up the two white fans that we've had sitting in our laundry room in boxes for almost two years. The two that were on the ceiling in our family room weren't working when we bought the house. One worked, but made nasty noises, and they both had problems with their lighting as well. Now we have two working fans, with working lights, in our family room downstairs. We've got one pulling up and one pushing down and we're getting some lovely circulation. So much so that I actually had to put on warmer clothes for a while![pP]>sexkey registration id
Overall, today was a good day. Relaxing. Which is good. Very good indeed.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Skipped class again last night. It was all well and good to sign up for and take a drawing class back when I was a stay-at-home mom and all, but my digestive system and I haven't come entirely to terms with the fresh intake of large amounts of caffeine again. During the pregnancy I had weened myself off caffeine nearly entirely, allowing myself the occasional Diet Mountain Dew as a boost on particularly busy days. I've even trained the menfolk around me to fresh-roast me a decaf version of my favorite kind of coffee - Ethiopian Yirgacheffe - which has an almost chocolately taste to it, especially with a smidge of sweet-n-low and milk stirred in.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Yeah, I'll admit it. I'm a coffee "snob". At least I'm not addicted to shoes...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Although, speaking of "girly stuff", allow me to segway a bit.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Last night, I took off my makeup, only to find my face has broken out in teensy bumps. I'm thinking it's a reaction to a pressed powder I used yesterday that was different than my usual one. Needless to say, I didn't used it again today, but I'll have to wait to see if the rash goes away. Now, to segway even more...[pP]>sexkey registration id
So the job I've been at, which ended today, has had a direct link to the dermatology field, despite it's html nature. So, I've gotten to see lots and lots and lots of pictures of teeny little skin bumps and "papules" and such. Were I a hypochondriac, I'd probably already have gotten certain bumps of my own checked out by now. Fortunately, I'm not a hypochondriac. I'm also not feeling too secure on our insurance situation either, so I'm trying not to see doctors for anything until I know we've got proper permanent coverage for a good long time again. This "Cobra" thing that keeps our insurance coverage going has me intimidated right now.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And, the last dermatologist I went to see - made me cry. The bastard. Needless to say, I'll be asking for another doctor the next time I make that attempt.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'm feeling very anti-doctor today. I read some frightening things about vaccines during my lunch yesterday and today, and now I'm paranoid about my kid getting learning disorders or other problems as a result. He spiked a fever and had a hard red lump for a while with the last set, and the doctor on the phone (not my son's usual doctor) seemed to think it was all okay. It didn't feel right when he said it, but I took it on faith. After reading a couple of articles in my October issue of Mothering magazine, I'm concerned. I had Brian do some research for me yesterday, and now that I'm finished he'll be reading the articles too.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I believe in the body's ability to heal itself and care for itself on a certain level, but I also believe in some measure of preventative medicine as well. I'm not sure where to stand on this one. Then again, I find myself on the "line between" quite often, so it's still familiar ground.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Well, I appear to be having technical problems with my computer tonight, so I might have to spend some time routing out the crap that has accumulated lately. My mouse pointer is doing strange things - quivering and showing the "busy" icon sporadically for no apparent reason, and sometimes skipping it's merry way across the screen. I think it's time for a backup and overhaul again.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And, perhaps I'll vamp up the Quick Shtick Writing site while I'm at it. I've been meaning to separate the stories, for one. Then again, I might just move out of MT altogether and into another system.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Time will tell. For the moment, however, my tired brain is too fried to try and figure anything else out tonight. I ran Spybot Search & Destroy already, but it didn't seem to help the current situation. I think I've got crap running in the background that I need to kill.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Ah, well. Next week I'll give myself a little time before I plunge back into the wonderful world of "searching for temp jobs" again.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Okay, I can no longer contain myself. Today's title comes direct from the mouth of someone I'm working with, as web pages seemingly disappear at random and folders rename themselves to prevent links from working...[pP]>sexkey registration id
My poor little brain is frequently fried by the end of the day.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But getting the "opportunity" to learn about certain medical topics is just a bonus as I help them get the new web site up and running. It is supposed to go live very soon.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I've seen a couple of the medical pictures one or two too many times, however. Pictures like the one behind the innocent little thumbnail I've made to hide unseemly pictures. I will warn you now - what will pop up if you choose to click it is both "nudity" and, well, rather "vile" if you ask me. At least it's a little copy of the picture so it won't smack you in the face, but it tends to leave a nasty impression...
The real question I have, as I know that these medical pictures I'm seeing are likely examples of "extreme" cases of the variety of problems that these doctors come into contact with, but how did someone wait that long before having someone do something for that???[pP]>sexkey registration id
*shudders*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Okay. Maybe now that I've shared I'll stop having this image occasionally haunt me from time to time...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Because, if it doesn't, I'm going to need an exorcist. Soon.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh, and I'll be working tomorrow again, so I'm off to bed early again![pP]>sexkey registration id
Yay money!
Boo lack of free time![pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
So, each day at work this week, I ask the question of whether or not I will be needed on the following day. Last week I was told I'd be needed for Monday and "maybe Tuesday". As of this afternoon, I'll be working tomorrow as well. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll find out about Friday. Friday was originally the possible end date, according to the temp agency, so hey - it's all good if it goes that far. I doubt they'll ask me to go any of the following week though. Then again...[pP]>sexkey registration id
*shrugs*[pP]>sexkey registration id
So anyway, I've been busy. And totally forgot last night was a "Tuesday". In fact, my husband forgot as well, since Tuesday is not only "Chooseday", but also happens to be "Garbage Night" as well. Which means he was scurrying about getting the garbage together this morning before the garbage men came.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
You'd think that having an actual "work week" would keep my poor little head on straight about what day of the week it is at least. I guess not. They all still seem to meld together in one long stream of events that require doses of "sleep" throughout them. The time I've been working so far has flown by far faster than I'd anticipated.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It's still no easier to get up at those ungodly hours of the morning though.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Nope. Not a bit.[pP]>sexkey registration id
What do I have to leave the "Job Fairy" under my pillow for him to bring my husband a job anyway?[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Or else he should bring me a job where I can call my own hours, get awesome pay and benefits, and play with designing people's web sites for a living or some other such entertaining stuff... Hell, the ideal is if I could do most of my work from home too...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Yeah. Like that's gonna just pop out from behind a corner any time soon.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh well.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Some mention at another blog has recently made mention of jigsaw puzzles. Ironically enough, she mentioned that she didn't used to like jigsaw puzzles, but her life seems to resemble one on a variety of levels, in my humble opinion - a whole lot of uneven pieces are there to make up one beautiful picture in the end. Not all the pieces have been put into their proper places yet thought - she's still a work in progress. Then again, so are we all.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I, on the other hand, have always loved jigsaw puzzles with some relative passion. In fact, I've managed to find a way around most of the obstacles that had prevented me from doing them for many years. After moving out of my mother's house, it seemed that my tendency towards pack-rattage and more recently my cat have prevented otherwise perfect flat spaces in my house from becoming home to the scattered pieces while I put them together. But now, I have Puzzle Master (I actually own version #2, not #4), and I use images of my choosing as puzzles on my computer. I find it nearly as addictive as I did with the thick cardboard pieces in my hot little hands.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So, I gave it some thought today. Why is it I've always enjoyed them so much? I've come up with a few reasons...
Not to forget - there's also that hand-eye coordination benefit, along with that memory boost (Now, where the hell did I put that piece with the red edge and the blue spot?). I'm thinking I'll have to make sure my large stack of cardboard jigsaws makes it out of storage and back into our house in time for Jareth to enjoy them. I seem to recall that that was one of the few "hobbies" that my mom and I managed to do without being competitive too, so I might even get to do some with him sometimes![pP]>sexkey registration id
Well, at least I know now that not all my hobbies are likely to be a bad influence in some way on my kid.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*wry grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Anyway, that's all for now. I'm going in to work again tomorrow for at least another half-day, maybe more. The end of this temp job is dangling out in front of my, but I can't decide if it's looming there or waiting there excitedly. It was supposed to end today, but I was asked if I was available tomorrow and I'm not stupid, so I said yes. Brian is still on the hunt, but none of the jobs have fallen prey to his wickedly excellent skills as of yet. In the meantime, I'll not be passing up another day's work to help keep things floating around here.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Thus, my beauty sleep is still going to be needed...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Worked today. Work shall continue again tomorrow. We're basically counting down here until they don't need me anymore. Last week I was told they'd need me Monday and maybe Tuesday of this week, and today I was told 'yes' on whether or not they needed me tomorrow.[pP]>sexkey registration id
A tidbit from my drive to work...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Last week, I saw a police car turning around midair!![pP]>sexkey registration id
Not really, but the way the road was shadowed, it looked that way, and I had to do a triple-take before I was able to assure myself that there was a hill underneath it. I was reminded of that today when I saw another car doing a similar thing while turning. I guess the lighting was the same on that stretch of road as it was when I saw the police car. It's very bizarre to see.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Instead of a gratuitous Jareth pic, I thought I'd share a gratuitous Brian pic tonight instead...[pP]>sexkey registration id
My man with his hat. What more can I say?[pP]>sexkey registration id
*swoons*[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
ARRR!!![pP]>sexkey registration id
It be Talk Like a Pirate day![pP]>sexkey registration id
Therefer, I may not be bloggin' much as we be brrringin' out the rum momentarrrily, along with the couple o' pirate flicks we got handy here.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So, I'll raise a pint er two fer y'all, but I don't reckon I'll be up fer much bloggin' later. I may just be flat on me arse.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Ahoy All![pP]>sexkey registration id
Blogging later than I planned to today, but my sister popped by and brought us dinner and a movie. It's apparently "cookie weekend" as she brought me some of them too. She had the advantage there though - she got them from my very favorite bakery, a place called "The Flour Barrel" in Glen Ellyn.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*munch, munch*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Although I think they've changed the formula, since they don't taste quite the same anymore. I think they're putting less butter in or something. hrmm.[pP]>sexkey registration id
She did mention they are under new management... I hope they didn't change all the recipes.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sniffle*[pP]>sexkey registration id
So, more gratuitous Jareth pic for you tonight...[pP]>sexkey registration id
My sleepy guy! Awwww! This picture was taken just last weekend.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Enjoy![pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Today was a nice day. I only know this because I was able to drive home with the windows open. I combed through my hairsprayed hair with my fingers at one of the stoplights so that the wind could toss it about as I sang loudly to Ralph Covert on one of his "songwriter series" volumes (which I can't link to specifically, as their website's frames setup is kinda messy over there at Waterdog Music. I could so do a better job....but I'm just sayin'... *throws hands up and feigns innocence*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Nonetheless, I sang along at the tippy-top of my lungs and enjoyed the fresh air and the day for my whole little bit of most of an hour, on the way home.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And, now I'm here. And I came home to another roll of developed pictures, and new stuff to read over at my husband's blog, and...[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sputter*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Did anyone else hear me mention that *I* wanted to put that picture of our son in *my* sidebar??? Hmmmm???[pP]>sexkey registration id
*narrows eyes at her beloved husband over the top of her monitor*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oooohhh, you so owe me one...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Ooh! Look! Cookies! Hey, he bought me...[pP]>sexkey registration id
damnit.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sighs*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh well, I guess I'll be picking another cute picture to put in the sidebar instead. I did get more wonderful ones in the roll I got back today, and they are even uploaded onto my hard drive, but I'm going to save them for days when I haven't any time to write. Heh. It's good to have backup blog fodder.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Okay, it's the weekend now, so I'm gonna go play for a bit![pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Enjoy![pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
The only thing hindering the lovely day I spent at home today with my darling little boy and my wonderful husband was...[pP]>sexkey registration id
pain.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*insert long stream of cursing here*[pP]>sexkey registration id
At 5:00 this morning, instead of an alarm clock, I woke to the excruciating pain that rips through my calves every so often. This time, it picked my right calf. Which means my driving leg. After about an hour and a half of "deliberation" where I massaged my calf, took my quinine pills (instead of drinking icky tonic water with it in it like I had to do the last time it happened - when I was pregnant) and eventually determined that the "twitching" my muscles keep doing wasn't stopping soon enough. I was not about to risk driving with my accelerator leg twitching and threatening sudden extreme pain.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I've been taking quinine all day, and I told the temp agency I'll be fine to work tomorrow. I'm not going to stay home another day, regardless, so please cross your fingers it feels better by then at least. My lower leg aches something miserable, and it's still twitching from time to time, although not as often as it was this morning. I've stayed off it, but tried to exercise it and gently stretch the muscles back out from when the clenched into agonizing knots. All I could do at the time was clutch my leg and swear a lot. I didn't see it coming in time to pull my toes back and stretch the muscles - a trick I learned during the pregnancy. I also learned it helps if I sleep with my toes hung over the edge of the bed, since it keeps my muscles taut more than curling my legs up. I wish I knew what causes it in the first place. I don't want to take a crutch with me to work tomorrow, but if it happens again like it did this morning I may have to. I'd also hate to ask Brian to drive me to work until it's better. As it is, I've asked him to take me to therapy tonight. Bah. I hate it disrupting everything like this.[pP]>sexkey registration id
At least the woman at the temp agency was understanding about it. I had one woman who got very upset with me (I think I had a broken bone in my foot at the time, but she wanted me to just get back on and walk it off or something), so I'm always leery of how I'll be received if I end up having to call in sick or something. I was very relieved when she seemed to understand, and I made sure she knew I planned to be back tomorrow regardless.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I won't have much time after therapy, so I thought I'd blog now instead. And, since I had a little time, I got those pictures uploaded. So, without further ado, I've added my favorite of the bunch to this entry on the left.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'm thinking this image should be on my sidebar somewhere, smiling out at people when they visit my web site... maybe I'll set that up when I have some time. We'll see. *grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
That's all for now.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
There's so many things I keep wanting to blog about...
My kid walked!! And I got to see it!!![pP]>sexkey registration id
Okay, so it was only about four or five steps before he bailed and crawled again, but I've never seen him put that second foot out without holding onto something for support before![pP]>sexkey registration id
Wow!![pP]>sexkey registration id
It was beautiful, and I cried. I got to see it.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Although, if I come home tomorrow to find him walking across the room to see me, I'm gonna be a little ticked off.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Unfortunately, he does have the tendancy to pick things up really quickly. Monday night was the first time I'd seen him use his activity walker thing the way they show it on the box - to walk around the room. I got all excited, and that seemed to encourage him. Then he got it stuck somewhere and didn't go back to it after it was free again. It's not entirely impossible he'll be walking by the weekend. Hrm...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh, and people, don't forget that the upcoming Sunday is "Talk Like A Pirate Day". We're hosting a couple of pirate movies at our place with the in-laws this year. At the very least, we'll be spouting some "arrrr"s and consuming some beer and rum while we watch them.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Also, today is Tuesday, which means, really quick (as in, I'm not bothering with the usual formatting that I do)...
Ya. So, anyway...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Still pictures of the kid to come this week, hopefully!! But, for now...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
No blog tonight. Haven't uploaded pics onto my computer, so none of them either.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I think I need a category for non-blog entries, so I can figure out the ratio of real blog to non-blog later... hmm.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Nah. That would require time. And if I have time to do that, I'm more likely to spend it... well... blogging.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Or, living more of the life I so like to blog about.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But that life is just too too busy lately.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grumble*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I envy those people who can get away with blogging from work.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*mean green envy*[pP]>sexkey registration id
It's not that I probably couldn't get away with it, it's that I'm just too darn full of that damned "work ethic" thing to do it. Besides, it would be just my luck that I'd be caught doing it and fired. And being the "temp" that gets fired for blogging at work would probably not look too sparkly on my record, so...[pP]>sexkey registration id
More blog another time, when I actually have time...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
We went and did a Scandinavian Days festival thing today, as part of this year's celebration of Brian's birthday. He was hoping to get a viking drinking horn (and his dad was hoping to get it for him as another birthday gift), but they didn't do the Viking theme this year. The last time we tried to attend, they had a more viking theme and some sports (log throwing???) but the weather got cold and rainy and we finally gave in and fled the park. We ended up back at our apartment, loaning out towels and clothing so that Brian's folks and sister could get warm and dry again. I think we ended up ordering pizza or something too.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But that was two or three years ago. This year, although sunny and warm (a tad too warm for me, as I forgot to change into shorts before we left the house and was in my jeans all day), there were no viking sports displays or drinking horns. The focus seemed to be quite different this year, and although we did see and hear some really interesting and beautiful things representing Norway, Sweden, Finland, and Iceland, it was still a little disappointing. I did find a really cool item for my uncle, which I'll tuck away for him as a Christmas gift, and I got some more adorable shots of my son playing in the grass and passed out asleep in his stroller, so the day wasn't a loss. I also have a couple rolls I got back recently that I will have to upload some new pics from soon, to share here, so expect gratuitous kid pics sometime this week. *grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I thought it was interesting to note, as we browsed the vendors, that my grandmother must have had some Swedish background. There were lots of little things that I saw in the "Swedish" styled items that I recognized as being very similar to things she had in some areas of her home. Although my mother was adopted, and I didn't get any "Sweden" in me from her side, I still thought that was an interesting bit of nostalgia to note today.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It was really nice to get out in the sun and fresh air for a while, although my body didn't seem to want to cooperate with my wishes to enjoy the little excursion. I've had trouble with my hip since I was pregnant, and it chose to act up today, along with one of my shoulderblades bothering me again. And the heat threatened to bowl me over. Thus, I got my fresh air, but I'm wiped for doing it.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Plain pooped out.
Seriously shattered.
Terribly tuckered.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So, that's all for tonight folks...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Took the day off.[pP]>sexkey registration id
New pics of the kid coming soon though![pP]>sexkey registration id
*grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Three little words...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Pe[pP]>sexkey registration id
Em[pP]>sexkey registration id
Es[pP]>sexkey registration id
Look 'em up, they're all even really words.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And that, therefore, is the reason I feel I must not blog tonight. As think it will either be the most depressing blog ever, or the longest rant yet. I shall wait until saner hormones persevere. And also once I've had more sleep. Yeah. That'd be good too.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Zzzzzzzzzz...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
I had a blog written. Then my computer ate it. It didn't even have the common decency to *burp* or something afterwards. How unsatisfying.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But it went something like this...[pP]>sexkey registration id
I think I missed one of those little moments of opportunity today. It came upon me like a car comes upon a deer in the road. I looked up, caught frozen in the single headlight of opportunity. And then if flickered. And I dodged.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I was approached to see if I knew css. Which I do, although I don't know where my qualifications actually lie. I learned this stuff on my own, to set up the weblogs, and when I'm in the groove I feel like I do reasonably well at it. But it was mentioned that they wanted the stylesheet "optimized"...[pP]>sexkey registration id
huh? Whassat exactly?[pP]>sexkey registration id
Not entirely sure what they were going to want out of me, I choked. The headlight flickered, and I dodged. Opportunity thus passed me by.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Damnit![pP]>sexkey registration id
Damn, damn, damn!![pP]>sexkey registration id
I bet I would have done just fine. I really ought to have just a wee bit more confidence in myself. But how do I define my qualifications for something I learned from the hip as I needed to?[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I looked at what I think is the stylesheet they were talking about. I have a feeling they just wanted it more organized and looking tidier within the text of it.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Sheesh. I could probably do that easy.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grumbles and smacks self upside the head*[pP]>sexkey registration id
On an upbeat note, I got told that they're moving all the stuff we're working on to a different, faster server tonight! Hoo-rah!!! Especially considering that today's Quick Shtick Writing post by moi was brought to you over the course of the day during the lag time as I waited for the server to catch up to me. I figured I couldn't actually do the work any faster, but I could do Quick Shtick while I waited, instead of tapping my fingers incessantly while frustrated out of my skull. Besides, I had class tonight, so I wasn't going to get a chance to do it when I got home after work anyway. At least this way I was able to pull it out of a file I'd e-mailed myself, and drop it up once I was back from class.[pP]>sexkey registration id
You know, the blog that got eaten was both shorter, and less interesting...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Pah. That must be a sign I should stop typing now.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Thoughts for the day:[pP]>sexkey registration id
1. You can't feel the wind in your hair when each strand seems glued together by hairspray and mousse. No matter how many windows you open in the car.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Bummer. Chalk that up to another bad aspect to being a working stiff. And to being female. Double whammy. Damn.[pP]>sexkey registration id
2. No matter how hard you squeeze your hands around the base of your monitor, you cannot throttle the slow server at the office. Kicking the CPU won't help either, so don't try it. Not that I did either, but believe me - I thought long and hard about it.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Crap. That one's just a bad aspect about being a working stiff at the particular job I'm on right now.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oh well, at least the woman who's my direct supervisor (the one who gives me all the stuff to do each day) is pretty cool. I just wish I knew more about her, as there's a chance we'd get along really well outside of work too. Dunno. I don't seem equipped to ask people stuff about themselves without seeming pushy lately, so I generally just chatter on about whatever hoping to spark on a mutual topic of interest.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I think I've lost some of my social skills whilst home.[pP]>sexkey registration id
hrm.[pP]>sexkey registration id
And yeah, I forgot Tuesday is Chooseday this week. 'Cause Tuesday felt like Monday. I think that's a valid excuse. And though today feels sorta Tuesday-like, it was actually a Wednesday, and a therapy one at that. So pfffft. I'm going to bed instead.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Today was just an odd day. A Monday on a Tuesday. That alone should tell you some of it...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Server hangups at work skewed the schedule, and it seemed everyone around me was chattering away about as many non-work-related things as possible. That's the problem about temping - you're not "one of the gang" - you're just some lackey who's been brought in for a period of time or a project, and everybody knows you'll be gone soon enough so people rarely bother getting to know you really well. That being said, I hear the occasional conversation that I'd love to join in on, but I don't belong...[pP]>sexkey registration id
I eat my lunch alone. In silence.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I sketched an unintentionally fat rendition of my coffee mug today, along with a reasonably decent rendering of a drawing pencil that turned out to be too crappy to use, but made for a drawable object instead. I can't work on the book at lunch anymore, as I need to be typing when I work on it now. So the book will go back on hold until I have time again. Instead, I'm working on my drawing during lunch. When I go to class this week, I won't have to look guilty when she asks if we practiced at all.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I did, actually, want to read the magazine I had with me while I was eating...[pP]>sexkey registration id
But someone decided to turn on the television. It was just loud enough to annoy the crap out of me. Just loud enough to continually distract me from the article. I read the same four lines more than ten times before I gave up entirely, having not comprehended a word they said.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So, instead, I watched some news.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Nope, nothing has changed. People are still dying. Over here, over there - it doesn't seem to matter when it comes to location. The news seemed primarily about death. Not a very cheery thing to overshadow one's sandwich with.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
At least after work the day cheered up considerably...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Brian and Jareth met up with me at a Bennigan's restaraunt so we could do dinner out for his birthday. We had some yummy food and took turns feeding and otherwise distracting our adorable son. Brian and Jareth were both dressed up for the occasion - I must have been the envy of every woman there...[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
And, if that wasn't good enough, birthdays are wonderful justifications for dessert!!! (although, despite the title of today's blog, we did not get the dessert entitled "Death by Chocolate", but had a "White Chocolate Chill-Out" instead)[pP]>sexkey registration id
*evil grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Now, home again, and pleasantly stuffed, we'll be logging in a little computer game time while our little guy amuses himself with a wide array of toys. Wind-down time...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
*runs off humming the tune to "Happy Birthday"...*[pP]>sexkey registration id
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!![pP]>sexkey registration id
*hugs*[pP]>sexkey registration id
*pulls curtain between them and the readers*[pP]>sexkey registration id
*grins around the curtain, winking*[pP]>sexkey registration id
*sounds of kissing and ...*[pP]>sexkey registration id
There's just something about the men in my husband's family. I'm noticing as Brian gets more and more like his dad who is like, well, a kid at Christmas when it comes to gifts.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Thus, I caved, and gave Brian his birthday gifts a day early. Mostly because I had to agree that I was able to enjoy giving it to him more today than I would have while half asleep tomorrow morning, as I had initially intended. One of the packages contained these comics which he'd been wanting for a while, since he'd borrowed copies from a friend of ours to read some years ago. That same friend came by today and mentioned that I did good, as he's been trying to track them down again himself for some time too (possibly to give to Brian).[pP]>sexkey registration id
I also got him a copy of the children's book entitled Tails, which he had bought for our son's birthday but Jareth destroyed it just as he was getting old enough to be read to with it. Brian was pretty crushed that Jareth wouldn't get to snuggle up in his lap, so I promised I'd get him an intact copy that we'd keep aside for "reading time with daddy". It seemed like an opportune moment to pick it up - especially with Brian playing "Mr. Mom" while I'm doing temp work this month.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The other reason I caved is so that he can spend his actual birthday blowing off all the ordinary responsible job hunting and such for the day and read his comics and play with his son and relax instead. Because I know I'd sure as hell blow off most of the work-like responsible stuff on my birthday. heh. I think he had to go to work at the office for his last birthday, so this ought to be a treat for him. At least I hope so![pP]>sexkey registration id
We did blow off a lot of stuff today though, as I knew we would, while we hung out with a friend and played. Jareth also seemed excited that we had another friendly face to both be entertained by and to entertain him.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I cooked too. Something that I haven't done all week while working. Mostly I didn't have time, as half the days we needed to eat quickly before something else took up the evenings. This week may not be much different, but I accidentally cooked for a relative army, so we may be eating the leftovers for a bit yet. But not tomorrow. Tomorrow night we're going out for dinner for Brian's birthday, so I suppose that will at least space the leftovers out a little.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The really good news, for any who were wondering, is that my back seems to be better. Not perfect, but better, and certainly no longer keeps me from picking up my son, so I scooped him into my arms on several occasions today as a result.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The bad news? It's a work night - which means it's bedtime for me. Like, now.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Which means I'll be going to bed in 10-15 minutes, after a little solitaire or such to wind my mind down to a dull roar again...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Once again, I find it a Sunday night and I haven't a clue what to blog. It's not that I don't have the time (like most of the rest of this week has been) but instead, it's the strange feeling that seems to settle over me at the end of each week. I guess I find myself in a flux - wondering what the next week will bring, as I review what I have planned, while also mulling over the happenings of the previous week. Some people consider Monday the beginning of the new week, while others see Sunday as the first day. I think I've always seen it as the last day of the week, as it's the final day of the weekend before a new week of magic and mayhem begins...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Then again, growing up Sunday was garbage day and laundry day. Usually that meant housecleaning, vaccuming, and lawn mowing (if required) as well.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'm not so sure I was very fond of Sunday's growing up.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It may not be garbage day, but there is laundry tumbling away in the dryer right now, although my husband has pretty much taken over handling it once I had it sorted. I hurt my back yesterday, somehow, and I spent the first half of today sitting with a heating pad pinned to my computer chair to keep it in place against my back and aspirin coursing through my system. I think I pulled something and the way I tend to sleep may be aggrevating it, as it was much worse this morning. I'll be taking more aspirin shortly, before I head off to bed. A friend of ours is a chiropractor, and he happens to be coming to visit tomorrow, so if it's still bad in the morning I may ask him to check it out. I dunno though, I'm still not so sure how I feel about being "adjusted". *grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
Anyway, I need sleep. Keep your fingers crossed that my back stops wussing out on me, eh? It's hard to scoop up my kid off the floor when there's shooting pains running through one's shoulderblades. Owwwww...[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Okay, so I mentioned that I was thinking about a new blog to put up, but I did some research first and found that what I was thinking of putting up is already located online. Someone else found it first, so I've just signed in there instead. Basically I wanted a forum where I could put up reports on bad drivers. Thus, I've kindly dropped their license plates at roadragers.com instead. I've realized I'm even more vocal about people driving responsibly now that I'm a mommy, even when Jareth's not in the car - I don't need some speeding asshole keeping me from giving my kid as much mommy as he wants. Rawr!![pP]>sexkey registration id
I had a pen and paper that I wrote the ones I've put up there with, but it's a royal pain to try and write info down at stoplights - Murphy's Law seems to work in that I don't end up with enough time to write it in! So, instead, I've got a little hand recorder for the moment, although I may put a little digital one on my wish list come Christmastime, depending on how much I use the tape one that I've got. It will be much safer to hit "record" and say their license number and stuff real quick instead of trying to scribble it down and try and read my crappy handwriting later. *grin*[pP]>sexkey registration id
So far, on the list of things to get done, I've wrapped Brian's birthday presents and... um... done some of that "resting" stuff. I didn't even get to the stain. *sigh*[pP]>sexkey registration id
On the other hand, I did get tons of really cute pictures while my kid was outside playing today, crawling all over the lawn and driveway (and getting very red and dirty knees in the process I might add) while Brian chased around after him to keep him from exploring in places he shouldn't.[pP]>sexkey registration id
One thing I noticed, while sitting in the grass, is that our yard is lumpy![pP]>sexkey registration id
How does one fix a lumpy yard anyway?[pP]>sexkey registration id
And how the heck did it get lumpy in the first place?[pP]>sexkey registration id
How odd...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Anyway. More tomorrow.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Oooh Oooh!!! Weekend!![pP]>sexkey registration id
*rubs hands gleefully*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I've got so much stuff I want to do![pP]>sexkey registration id
I just know, however, that I won't have time to get it all done...[pP]>sexkey registration id
Damnit![pP]>sexkey registration id
*wipes brow*[pP]>sexkey registration id
I'm worn out just from typing it all up.[pP]>sexkey registration id
I think I'll just go start on that "rest" part first.[pP]>sexkey registration id
*winning smile*[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
I feel a blog coming on...[pP]>sexkey registration id
101 reasons I'd like to smack Bill Gates.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Ya.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The program I'm working with at my job is Microsoft conceived, and then "modified" for this company's use.[pP]>sexkey registration id
The poor souls in programming have already started to hack it to make it useable by us poor folk who have the job of transferring a whole lot of old web site content into the new system.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Every image file, for example, has to be uploaded one at a time. The same with all the .pdf files too...[pP]>sexkey registration id
This company uses a lot of images and .pdf files in their site.[pP]>sexkey registration id
You'd think it would be easy to just ftp a bunch into a folder or something, but this isn't Front Page. I saw Front Page. That's what they're moving out of. I like it much better than this new system, but there's reasons it will make it easier for the people in individual departments who don't need access to page design and stuff I guess.[pP]>sexkey registration id
In the meantime, it seems like it's a relative nightmare for everyone transferring the site over.[pP]>sexkey registration id
It's not actually a nightmare for me though. Oddly enough, I'm finding it kind of fun. It's still more engaging than "here, type this memo and fax it to our corporate headquarters". And far more engaging than copy. swap. copy. swap. copy. swap. coallate. repeat.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But I'm still tired. Pooped. Short on time.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Tonight was drawing class too. I drew a goblet (read wine glass with water and a spoon in it). The base still doesn't feel right, but the rest doesn't look half bad. If I ever have time again, maybe I'll scan it. More likely I'll do something better before I actually find that kind of time...heh.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Anyway. More tomorrow maybe.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id
Sometimes I come across things I can't or won't blog about.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Tonight, at therapy, was such a topic.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Thus, I am mulling over stuff I can't put here. And, I do some of my best thinking while I'm writing stuff out too.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Bugger.[pP]>sexkey registration id
That leaves two topics now that I haven't put up on my blog now. Mostly because there are people who could possibly read it that I wouldn't want reading those particular blog posts...[pP]>sexkey registration id
bleh.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Nevermind. I'm tuckered out anyway.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Time for some wind-down and then off to bed. Expect to see longer posts on the weekends while I'm working, as I'm not brave enough to blog from work, despite the fact that I probably could. I'm just not the type to take that kind of risk, and after all - I'm just the temp. Firing me would be too easy.[pP]>sexkey registration id
So blogging remains an at-home thing, although I'm checking up on Quick Shtick Writing during my lunch to see if Brian has dropped his post on yet. That way I can post mine easier when I get home, having had some time prior to that point to mull over what I plan to write.[pP]>sexkey registration id
But tomorrow night I have class. Which, though fun, means I'll have even less time to do blogging.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Oy.[pP]>sexkey registration id
Busy, busy, busy.[pP]>sexkey registration id
G'night![pP]>sexkey registration id