Nov 4, 2003 | This Life
Waiting
Today I’m waiting. I’m waiting for all sorts of things:
For Kat to get home so we can eat chocolate-chip cookies and drink red wine and… whine.
For small child to get out of the bathroom…
For mail. A letter would be nice…or maybe a package? I’m certain Ed McMahon owes me an envelope.
For direction. Purpose. Basically some clue as to what I should be when I grow up.
Motivation to grow up.
Ok… motivation, period.
Enlightenment.
A good idea.
A paper topic for my New Testament final.
Saturday.
Payday.
For a reason to own a passport. Or Tiara. Or both.
A sign.
They say patience is a virtue. I’m not so sure.
Nov 3, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
True Confession
Sometimes, I write things on my “to-do” list that I’ve already accomplished… just so I can scratch them off.
Oct 31, 2003 | This Life
Hrappy Ralloreen
~~The beginning of the day: the six year old at school for the parade. He wasn’t so sure he liked all the attention he got as Scooby.
Trick or Treating East Bay: The rest of our “cast” was stranded in Dublin, so we packed up the feast and headed over to celebrate on the far side of the bay.
More Tricks: This GLAMOROUS photo was taken by IZ. Yes… I’ve gained weight… but not THAT Much. Sigh… It was a rocky holiday… notice the green headband. Somewhere in my house are yards of lavender ribbon just waiting be wrapped around a headband. Ack. I really should have altered this mammoth dress to come closer to fitting. It’s too big on top and I forgot to compensate for my *curves* on the bottom, so the ribbon is taped on with clear packing tape in the back so I could get the dress on. Heh. Oh well… next year.
“Freddy” took this photo… he didn’t have his costume on by the time we arrived… He’s not going to be a fashion photographer either. Poor “Velma” came home from work to find that the cat had puked on her costume and as you can see IZ and “Shaggy” share a common wardrobe.
Despite all the set backs, we had fun. The six year old summed it up best on the car-ride: “You know mom… I would rather see my family than go trick-or-treating anyway.”
Oct 27, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
There are some things Money can’t buy. . .
Opening your FasTrak� account: $50
10 prepaid parking passes from the GTU: $25
Never again risking your sanity in the back of an SFTS van: Priceless
. . . for everything else there’s MasterCard.
Oct 26, 2003 | This Life
Unalienable
All good things must come to an end, even procrastination! This post is my last attempt to avoid doing what is my unalienable right today: finish my paper! Ok… start and finish my paper. Picky picky. So, use the comment feature, it’s far less painful than writing my exam. I’ll be back to play as soon as I finish…or, as soon as I start to finish? Hmmm….
And ignorance is bliss.
~~UPDATE: I finished the exam/paper at by 8pm. For some reason, I’m still not in bed… where I’ve been headed for the past hour. I don’t know what it is, but 9 seems so early and 10 so late. OBVIOUSLY, I’m like… 80!
Oct 26, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Half Empty
My weblog owns 50 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?
— Half Empty. Half Baked. Half witted? Half. Just Half. Never wholly anything. It figures I would only get a 50%. That’s so like me. (wanders off to make an Eggnog Latte… wonders if IZ will want one too… of course, even the milk isn’t whole.)
Oct 25, 2003 | This Life
Wonders Never Cease
~~~ Last night I caught up with the illustrious Ms. Katydid… who not only brought over vino and the new Luce release, but also a wee gift for ME– a very cool red agenda with the wonder woman insignia on the front cover. It’s a lovely gift… and will come in quite handy. Now… I wonder where I can get one of those kick-ass lassos of truth?
Oct 23, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Thump
(The sound of me falling off my chair laughing my *** off over this.)
Obviously, I need to write a guide to the art of procrastination.
(goes back to listening to the CURE)
Oct 23, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
AHHHH
Double Take. It happens. You walk down the street feeling wonderful–you have your best outfit on… and smack! Down you fall psychically because someone much thinner than you just walked by in the SAME outfit. It happens. (A lot if you shop RTW–yet another reason to buy originals). It’s just as disturbing, though, to click on a link and see your blog template pop-up. Minding your own business, dishing dirt in the comment boxes, “blog-hopping” through all the posted links when… BAM. There you are. Only… not you exactly. A whole string of nonsense runs through your head:
Is this my blog?
Oh look, some random guy in the UK linked to my blog.
How cool am I?
Wait… not cool. This isn’t my blog.
Dang it… I knew I should have updated this template years ago…
Wait… she’s funny…
She’s really funny….
It just goes down hill from there. Can you say… disturbing? Even more so, because I have a dedicated site with my own URL just sitting in la-la land waiting for me to transfer data. All I need to do is (oh, the irony) pick a template. I’m not decisive like that (or cool like that) but this might be the last straw. I mean… wear my outfit, already!
Oh… and in case you want to read this person… her name is RACHEL… and she’s great. Maybe it’s the accent?
Oct 21, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Method . . .
So, I’m cleaning off my desk area so I can actually attempt to write the paper I’ve been putting off for days. I’m proud of myself, though. I started procrastinating earlier than usual! Heh.
What’s on my desk:
4 GTU Bookmarks
To Do List for Reading Week (of which I’ve managed to scratch off “laundry”)
Three packages of Scooby Doo Halloween Stickers
Garden Compass Fall/Winter planting guide
Nearly empty Peet’s cup from my mid-day run with IZ. Ymmmm
Three large “SECRET” deodorant tubes from the Costco run on Friday night
Nail file
Paper clip
Dust
A Red Hill Record on things to do for Halloween.
Tiny art project of Georges’: a large black spider eating a small black spider
My Bible
My New Testament Paper
A Selected Pauline Bibliography
Student Progress Report for Georges
Four Cd Cases… not sure if the Cds are even in them!
Sunset Magazine, J. Jill Catalog and Polka-Dot Tissue paper
A piece of tree bark
Spirituality Notebook
Roll of tape
Lip gloss
What’s on your desk?
