wednesdays are tough. i'm sure you've heard the term "hump day" (and if you haven't until now, it is not a reference to routine weekday sexual activities), and everyone seems to think this makes wednesdays not only tolerable but enjoyable. but man, sometimes, i just have to draaaaag myself through a wednesday, and fridays are still 2 days away. all wednesday long. so i have dubbed myself a wednesday wussy. you can be one too!
a few thoughts for all you wednesday wussies out there:
i vacuumed up a spider yesterday while i was cleaning, and didn't scream at all, although i was marginally afraid the vacuum would shoot it back out at me, which would have elicited a large scream and quite possibly a conniption fit.
my right index toe (pointer toe, if you will) is numb on the tip, left side bottom. curious. and curiously annoying. it started last night around 7, and is still occuring, and i have no idea why. maybe it's narc-toe-lepsy.
woke up this morning around 5 am to an empty bed, which is weird because the law student was there when i went to sleep. found him underneath a sleeping bag on the couch with the roxy. his explanation: "i couldn't sleep, so i came out here and got on the couch and fell asleep." in his regular shorts. unzipped. so he got up in the dark, felt the need to dress, but not entirely. whatever. who am i to judge someone's sleeping neuroses?
i am currently a fan of greek yogurt, particularly with honey, blueberries or strawberry preserves. it was super tangy at first, but now i am hooked on it. but i would feel much better if it didn't have 12 grams of fat. kind of shooting myself in the foot here.
my dog ate a roach last night. i encouraged her to do so.
is it only 10:30 am?????? curse you, wednesday.
i'm waiting for lunch with the law student, then a visit to the local farmer's market. what's getting you through the day?
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
not me
today is not me monday, if you read mckmama's blog. i cannot figure out how to play by the rules, so unless someone wants to link me, then consider me a blog offender. mckmama, my apologies. now, on with it...
i most definitely did not purposefully try to be loud this morning while ben was still sleeping because i was still mad at him for waking me up at dark-thirty this morning when he came to bed, instead of coming to bed at a decent hour like i demanded asked *.
*thank you ber.
i did not spend sunday morning sporting hair and makeup from friday night and still not shower until 4 pm that afternoon. not me!
i most certainly did not lie to someone in authority today to get out of doing something i should have done. and i am not being purposefully vague because i fear they may stumble upon me in blogland, even though the chances are slim to none, and it was a small offense, but lazy none the less*. me, lazy, paranoid? not me! not ever!
*email me, and i might tell you the story, or i might not. it's way less interesting than you think.
and there you have it. like i said, not me.
i most definitely did not purposefully try to be loud this morning while ben was still sleeping because i was still mad at him for waking me up at dark-thirty this morning when he came to bed, instead of coming to bed at a decent hour like i
*thank you ber.
i did not spend sunday morning sporting hair and makeup from friday night and still not shower until 4 pm that afternoon. not me!
i most certainly did not lie to someone in authority today to get out of doing something i should have done. and i am not being purposefully vague because i fear they may stumble upon me in blogland, even though the chances are slim to none, and it was a small offense, but lazy none the less*. me, lazy, paranoid? not me! not ever!
*email me, and i might tell you the story, or i might not. it's way less interesting than you think.
and there you have it. like i said, not me.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
much ado about nothing
this post really has nothing to do with anything, other than posting for the sake of posting. i am watching the golden girls (season 4, disc 3), in a t-shirt and friday's hair and makeup (really), and in the middle of lists: a grocery list, a menu list, to-do list, and wedding photo list. that's right: married 2+ years and i haven't ordered any wedding pictures. heck, i even have empty picture frames up in the house. this weekend i noticed my mom does too, so it must be genetic, not lazy. i like to think it's a reminder, a "to-do" of sorts, to get current photos up. i must rethink this strategy.
i've also GOT to stop going home all the time. every time we go to visit, we always end up bringing back more than we took down there. this past weekend, we took peaches and gave most of them away. in return, we brought back books, some gorgeous sapphire earrings of grammi's (a christmas present from the law student), my college diploma, delta gamma paddle, and a huge box of old penpal letters and some sweet adolescent pictures of yours truly. i really had no style. no wonder no one wanted to be my friend.
i am floating around some ideas for future posts--one outlining bathroom etiquette and a few horror stories, a book review (just finished salinger's franny and zooey, and it's hilarious), and a post about the law student's sweet grammi. she passed away about a month ago at 98 and a half. she was such a special person.
it's a quarter to 2, roxy is laying to my right snoring, and i have a long list--cleaning, bathing, shopping, training, exercising. happy sunday, folks.
p.s. we will have a NIECE by halloween 2009!
i've also GOT to stop going home all the time. every time we go to visit, we always end up bringing back more than we took down there. this past weekend, we took peaches and gave most of them away. in return, we brought back books, some gorgeous sapphire earrings of grammi's (a christmas present from the law student), my college diploma, delta gamma paddle, and a huge box of old penpal letters and some sweet adolescent pictures of yours truly. i really had no style. no wonder no one wanted to be my friend.
i am floating around some ideas for future posts--one outlining bathroom etiquette and a few horror stories, a book review (just finished salinger's franny and zooey, and it's hilarious), and a post about the law student's sweet grammi. she passed away about a month ago at 98 and a half. she was such a special person.
it's a quarter to 2, roxy is laying to my right snoring, and i have a long list--cleaning, bathing, shopping, training, exercising. happy sunday, folks.
p.s. we will have a NIECE by halloween 2009!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
someone's got a case of the mornings
1. i finally watched office space for the first time, all the way through, the other night. love it. especially all the gangster music. now i can understand better when people make jokes about work that involve office space quotes.
2. i am not good at mornings (much less mondays), and it turns out they're not so fond of me either.
morning #1: technically 12:00 a.m, friday may 1.
-law student (with limited brain capacity due to exam week at this point) loses my memphis in may tickets for my friend and i. he's tearing through the house trying to find them, and i'm too tired to care.
-i open up the fridge to get creamer for my coffee (makes me think of carly simon. moving on...) and see the brand new entire half-gallon of ice cream sitting in the back of the fridge.
-try to call friends regarding memphis in may tickets, only to be directly routed to at&t's collections service (that limited brain capacity again...). i hate it when that happens. i hate at&t in general, but that's another story. comment if you want a post on THAT.
morning #2: tuesday, may 5 (cinco de mayo AND grandma's birthday)
-woke up with the dog pushing me off the bed because my husband is gone, i broke the alarm by setting off the smoke detector sunday night (yes, details below), and thought the rox would protect me.
-spent 20 minutes looking for the birth control pill pack that i was 2 days late starting anyway. i found it underneath 2 magazines on the floor in our office. you know, right where i left it.
-managed to almost be involved in 2 of 3 almost-wrecks i saw this morning on my way to work, within 1 mile of my house. they were not my fault, as one person was driving backwards while closing their eyes (i assume they were catching some last-minute zzzzzzs...) and the other was momentarily playing chicken/posing (unconvincingly) as a traffic cone in the middle of the road before jetting out in front of me and another oncoming truck.
-talked to the law student, who had already managed to get himself kicked off of the courthouse property at 7:30 a.m. while campaigning on election day. i was so proud.
-did i mention the law student took the only tube of toothpaste with him yesterday? awesome.
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supporting post: smoke alarm fiasco
sunday night, i am home alone. 9:30. ben's studying for his LAST exam. i start making myself a sandwich (or sammich, if you prefer)--heat up the grill pan, get out the ingredients. our security alarm sounds and i about fall down. i, fearing we have be infiltrated again, grab the dog, my phone and keys, turn off the alarm and stove eyes, get in my car and leave. in boxer shorts, flops and a t-shirt with no supporting undergarment. by the time i call the manager and my husband, they deduce (with no large amount of luck) that i set off the smoke alarm. jeff tries to reset it while in his pajamas as well, with no luck. so the next day my husband leaves to go work on a campaign in vegas, leaving me with a useless alarm system.
2. i am not good at mornings (much less mondays), and it turns out they're not so fond of me either.
morning #1: technically 12:00 a.m, friday may 1.
-law student (with limited brain capacity due to exam week at this point) loses my memphis in may tickets for my friend and i. he's tearing through the house trying to find them, and i'm too tired to care.
-i open up the fridge to get creamer for my coffee (makes me think of carly simon. moving on...) and see the brand new entire half-gallon of ice cream sitting in the back of the fridge.
-try to call friends regarding memphis in may tickets, only to be directly routed to at&t's collections service (that limited brain capacity again...). i hate it when that happens. i hate at&t in general, but that's another story. comment if you want a post on THAT.
morning #2: tuesday, may 5 (cinco de mayo AND grandma's birthday)
-woke up with the dog pushing me off the bed because my husband is gone, i broke the alarm by setting off the smoke detector sunday night (yes, details below), and thought the rox would protect me.
-spent 20 minutes looking for the birth control pill pack that i was 2 days late starting anyway. i found it underneath 2 magazines on the floor in our office. you know, right where i left it.
-managed to almost be involved in 2 of 3 almost-wrecks i saw this morning on my way to work, within 1 mile of my house. they were not my fault, as one person was driving backwards while closing their eyes (i assume they were catching some last-minute zzzzzzs...) and the other was momentarily playing chicken/posing (unconvincingly) as a traffic cone in the middle of the road before jetting out in front of me and another oncoming truck.
-talked to the law student, who had already managed to get himself kicked off of the courthouse property at 7:30 a.m. while campaigning on election day. i was so proud.
-did i mention the law student took the only tube of toothpaste with him yesterday? awesome.
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supporting post: smoke alarm fiasco
sunday night, i am home alone. 9:30. ben's studying for his LAST exam. i start making myself a sandwich (or sammich, if you prefer)--heat up the grill pan, get out the ingredients. our security alarm sounds and i about fall down. i, fearing we have be infiltrated again, grab the dog, my phone and keys, turn off the alarm and stove eyes, get in my car and leave. in boxer shorts, flops and a t-shirt with no supporting undergarment. by the time i call the manager and my husband, they deduce (with no large amount of luck) that i set off the smoke alarm. jeff tries to reset it while in his pajamas as well, with no luck. so the next day my husband leaves to go work on a campaign in vegas, leaving me with a useless alarm system.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
cat scratch fever
E true hollywood story: i am recently recovered from an infected cat bite, which is not the same as cat scratch fever. but since ted nugent did not see fit to sing about cat bites, this was the best title i could muster. oddly enough, i am also a victim of cat scratch fever (and have a big lymph node to prove it), and it wasn't nearly as painful/embarrassing as this.
easter weekend, we are at the in-laws. as i make my way from the bed to the kitchen, i stopped to say hi to stanley the cat. the big, orange, bipolar, hyper-aggressive cat. he did not want to be disturbed and punctured and scratched my arm to make his point. i grew up with cats. my own beloved cookie cat used to tear me to shreds, then sleep at my feet. cat attacks are not new to me. i took a shower and went on with it, even though the m-i-l tried to make a fuss over me and it was really starting to throb. the law student always says the difference between cats and dogs is this: if cats were as big as you, they'd eat you.
by the time the law student, the f-i-l and i got to church (about an hour later), my arm hurt. by the time we left church, my right arm was swollen at the bite (about 2 inches above the wrist) and really hurt. but in atypical kissey fashion, i continued to dismiss it as a mere cat bite, instead of hyperventilating and googling "cat bite" until i was paralyzed with fear. throughout easter lunch my arm moved from painful to throbbing.
by monday morning, the arm was visibly swollen and red all the way up to my elbow. i couldn't tear tape off of the tape dispenser or generally move my wrist to the right to do all those little things you never think about doing. so i called the doctor and the doctor said, "man, he really got you good." really? i felt like the biggest dweeb. i had to get an antibiotic and a tetanus shot (which was about as awesome as the cat bite and gave me a nasty bruise and further impaired my range of motion) and endure endless jokes to be fully healed. the bruises, fever, swelling and redness are gone, but the scars and snickers are not. damn cat. but at least my (future) babies will be immunized against tetanus and whooping cough. apparently that's a package deal.
actually, infected cat bites are quite common: up to 40% of bites become infected. i know this because (lame joke alert) stanley also infected me with knowledge. no, i eventually googled it, you know, just to make sure. as if redness, swelling, pain and heat were not indicative enough of infection. cats carry tons of pathogens and bacteria in their saliva. cat scratch fever, on the other hand/paw, is contracted by bite, scratch, or just petting the fuzzy thing. you end up with a fever, chills, etc., and swollen lymph nodes. i had to get the one under my arm drained. it's still bigger than the left one today.
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new topic.
i am the proud sister of TWO employed younger sisters! boo boo got a job teaching in the MS public school system, and baby sister is moving to DALLAS as a permanent sub for emotionally and behaviorally disturbed children. i mistakenly called them ED children. whoops.
and now it's time for the office. it can't get any better than last week. i'm done here.
easter weekend, we are at the in-laws. as i make my way from the bed to the kitchen, i stopped to say hi to stanley the cat. the big, orange, bipolar, hyper-aggressive cat. he did not want to be disturbed and punctured and scratched my arm to make his point. i grew up with cats. my own beloved cookie cat used to tear me to shreds, then sleep at my feet. cat attacks are not new to me. i took a shower and went on with it, even though the m-i-l tried to make a fuss over me and it was really starting to throb. the law student always says the difference between cats and dogs is this: if cats were as big as you, they'd eat you.
by the time the law student, the f-i-l and i got to church (about an hour later), my arm hurt. by the time we left church, my right arm was swollen at the bite (about 2 inches above the wrist) and really hurt. but in atypical kissey fashion, i continued to dismiss it as a mere cat bite, instead of hyperventilating and googling "cat bite" until i was paralyzed with fear. throughout easter lunch my arm moved from painful to throbbing.
by monday morning, the arm was visibly swollen and red all the way up to my elbow. i couldn't tear tape off of the tape dispenser or generally move my wrist to the right to do all those little things you never think about doing. so i called the doctor and the doctor said, "man, he really got you good." really? i felt like the biggest dweeb. i had to get an antibiotic and a tetanus shot (which was about as awesome as the cat bite and gave me a nasty bruise and further impaired my range of motion) and endure endless jokes to be fully healed. the bruises, fever, swelling and redness are gone, but the scars and snickers are not. damn cat. but at least my (future) babies will be immunized against tetanus and whooping cough. apparently that's a package deal.
actually, infected cat bites are quite common: up to 40% of bites become infected. i know this because (lame joke alert) stanley also infected me with knowledge. no, i eventually googled it, you know, just to make sure. as if redness, swelling, pain and heat were not indicative enough of infection. cats carry tons of pathogens and bacteria in their saliva. cat scratch fever, on the other hand/paw, is contracted by bite, scratch, or just petting the fuzzy thing. you end up with a fever, chills, etc., and swollen lymph nodes. i had to get the one under my arm drained. it's still bigger than the left one today.
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new topic.
i am the proud sister of TWO employed younger sisters! boo boo got a job teaching in the MS public school system, and baby sister is moving to DALLAS as a permanent sub for emotionally and behaviorally disturbed children. i mistakenly called them ED children. whoops.
and now it's time for the office. it can't get any better than last week. i'm done here.
Monday, April 13, 2009
can't always get what you want
but according to google, this is what i need.
lauren needs:
1. attention (naturally)
2. this one was too dirty to post
3. someone with her when she is outdoors
4. constant care and attention
5. to grow up and get over it
6. a dentist (true)
7. to do a brand new show! (oh, fun!)
8. Jesus (always)
9. your undivided attention (sensing a theme here, aren't we?)
10. a good party night, and...
11. 3 or 4 games before a return to action
lauren needs:
1. attention (naturally)
2. this one was too dirty to post
3. someone with her when she is outdoors
4. constant care and attention
5. to grow up and get over it
6. a dentist (true)
7. to do a brand new show! (oh, fun!)
8. Jesus (always)
9. your undivided attention (sensing a theme here, aren't we?)
10. a good party night, and...
11. 3 or 4 games before a return to action
Sunday, April 12, 2009
it only took an hour...
but i got a new design! hopefully someone will take pity on me and offer to re-vamp my blog from time to time, according to season, holiday and life event, as the case may be.
so, first official blog post, other than those about said blog.
oh you have missed so much. without a functioning blog, i couldn't tell you about:
parting gift: luke 24. "why do look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but He has risen!"
so, first official blog post, other than those about said blog.
oh you have missed so much. without a functioning blog, i couldn't tell you about:
- the 2 weeks i spent trying to decide which pair of mizuno tennis shoes to keep. they sat in my house, on the barstools, while i looked at them. i finally picked the pair that fit (because, you know, it was my size, 6.5).
- my squeal of DELIGHT in the oxford kroger when i saw this. i love cherry 7-up, with or without alleged antioxidants.
my online email fight with freepeople.com, whose clothes i adore and whose customer service reps i do not. i'll refrain from naming said customer service rep here. i really want to, but i could probably be sued or something. i'll ask the law student later. - the new book i am reading--Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, by barbara kingsolver. it will probably change my life, simply because it has changed the way i think and totally tapped into that hippie earth mama gene. genetically engineered seeds be damned! read it if you dare.
- our (ben's and my) joy over our niece/nephew lang! ben's brother tim and wife sara are expecting the first lang grandchild. we're so happy for them, and so glad it's not us.
parting gift: luke 24. "why do look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but He has risen!"
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