I'm a bit grumpy. I'm preoccupied with the CRE stuff. I'm a bit flat on my bento hobby insofar as I'm going through the motions but not really finding any new inspirations - I say this as I've figured out how to make nice pot stickers and rice paper wraps but I don't think those things would be nice cold in a bento...I just don't know. Try? Maybe. Blah. Perhaps.
I've been invited to write a guest post over at The Friendly Atheist regarding CRE, which I'm honored and terrified over. I've gotten the support of Hugh Wilson at the Australian Secular Lobby to put some information forward too,* and share the spotlight - what can I say, I've got stage fright! When that's up, sometime next week, I'll post a link.
My computer, she struggles to keep up. I should be more patient, understand her limitations but I get frustrated. This is how it is when you get old. Thankfully she lets me know when I'm being unreasonable and crashes spectacularly. She made need a visit to the Mac Dr and get cleaned and lubed and upgraded.
Payday seemed a long way away for a long time even though it's the shortest time between paypackets. These kids!! They keep growing! I just bought those jeans! Why are they above your ankles??? Sassy in particular is getting an inch a week it seems. She's now taller than most of the boys of in her class. It won't last, but for now I think she kind of likes it.
I've had a raging case of PMS this week. I rarely get proper PMS. My usual symptom is a sudden burst of energy and a need to go to the gym and be active and I have renewed ability to organize and motivate. This week: Bitchfest. I'm not fun, I'm not tolerant, I'm not smiling. I had a drink induced day of high spirits, but after that I was the Glum Goddess. I better get some chocolate fast or someone's gonna get cut. I've been expecting it for days and it finally appeared an hour ago. Now I just want it over with, and hope everything stays where it belongs.
Onward, forward, here I go.
Guilt trips from home. Fucking annoying. Not going to even bother going on about it. Apparently email isn't the same as real mail, and a phone call counts for nothing. I'm sorry I'm so lax about thank you cards but you have known this for 14 years. It's why I call, it's more personable. If I'd known you filed them away to check at a later date to tally up against items sent, I would've told you earlier you were being obnoxious. Then I still would've called and not sent a thank you note.
I need to do push ups, and I don't know why. How can hormones inspire guilt over push-ups?
I really am the second happiest person I know. Shorty is the first. I need more happy grown-ups around me. Where have all the happy grown-ups gone?
For fuck sake! ...no reason that time. Just speaking aloud.
*I'm fucking stressing over where that damned comma should go! It's not like it's the all important fucking comma in the whole fucking world but I had it in my head that a comma always precedes the word too but when I put one before and then after to separate the thought it looked fucking stupid and now I'm just annoyed at how fucking spurious our language is with its damned fucking rules. If I look it up I give in. And don't one of you dare tell me! I'll figure it out. FUCK! I started a sentence with and and that's bad too!! I'm going out for chocolate...after I double check. OH - now it's ok to start a sentence with and and but? Dickheads changing the rules. I'm still mad about the comma though and think it's best to let that one pass.