Tuesday, February 27, 2007

You know it is going to be a long week when it is Monday, and you already have 26 hours on your timesheet.

I'm still at work, so I will write more when time permits.

I love deadlines!

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Yeah, Yeah

So I've been MIA for 10 days. What's it to ya?

But seriously...

I've been really busy this past week or so. I recovered from my cramps eventually, and stopped retaining water (and chocolate). We'll see what happens from here, I guess.

Last night I stayed up almost all night (fell asleep around 6). See, I was in bed, and almost asleep, when inspiration struck and I realized how to get past the point in the short story I am working on where I was stuck. I need to have it done by the end of the month to enter it into the contest I am working on it for, so naturally I got up and started typing. By the way, you need to check out Google Docs and Spreadsheets. It's word processing software you can access for free from anywhere, and you can save your documents on line. It also allows for others to collaborate on the same document. Very convenient for those of us who write in multiple places.

I have thoughts on Lent. They ar many and varied. I also have thoughts on why my church should move services to 11:15 or 11:30 on Sunday mornings, so that I will make it every week without oversleeping. I shall share those thoughts at a later date. Right now, I must go back to the drudgery of work. Enjoy Ash Wednesday, folks.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

I'm sitting here on the couch shivering and whining because I STILL have cramps and debating about whether or not I should go into the office to deal with the little surprise I just got on the proposal that is due tomorrow. On the plus side, I'd probably get more work done in the office than I will here, on the minus, it is colder in the office than it is here. On the plus side, I wouldn't feel compelled to watch the guys from Nova Scotia rapping in Cajun French that are currently on the PBS station here, on the minus side, my cramps are worse when I'm sitting up than when I'm lying down. On the minus side, I really, really don't want to go anwhere - I just want to take a nap. Minus wins - I'm staying home.

Remind me not to let seven months go by with something not happening that should happen every month. That's a really, really bad idea.

I've turned of the Cajun Canadian rappers and I'm now watching a slightly creepy guy trying to sell a knock-off Bowflex machine. Did you know that lifting weights apparently makes your face skinny? According to this guy it does.

Oh, and I've determined that I will never be skinny. And that's OK. Being a size 0 or smaller is overrated. Though I do envy the metabolism those women must have.

OK. I'm going to switch back to the Cajun rappers and take a brief nap. Adeiu, all.

Friday, February 09, 2007

In deference to all my readers in colder climes, I won't complain about the fact that I can't seem to get warm. Yes, I know the temperatures here are in the 50's and 60's, and I know that seems like a heat wave to y'all, and in truth, it is actually warmer than the normals here (which are the 40's and 50's this time of year), but I'm cold, dammit!

Come summer of course, when we've had 4 consecutive months of temperatures in the high 90's, I'll be longing for these days.

Oh, and I still have cramps and I'm still cranky. And yesterday, I cried because the stoplight wouldn't change. And the day before, I cried because the guy took too long to bring my food at the drive through. Yeah, I'm a wee bit hormonal. I guess that's what happens when seven months worth of PMS gets unleashed all at once.

I never told you about my cool craft project, did I? I found a sweatshirt on ebay that combined two of my favorite things: Snoopy and my Alma Mater. Now, this shirt was old and well worn, and when I got it, I decided I loved it, but didn't want to wear it because the inside is all scratch now. So I turned it into a pillow.

I turned it inside out and sewed up the bottom. I did it by hand, so I used a blanket stitch, but if you use a machine, you could use a running stitch. Then I decided that I wanted the sleeves still on, but I didn't want to stuff them. So I sewed up the cuffs while it was still inside out, then I turned it rightside out through the neck hole, and sewed close the sleeves along the shoulder seams. Now, this shirt was an adult XL, so it took three bags of fiberfill to stuff it. Then I sewed closed the neck. I now have a wonderful, big, fluffy pillow.

You could stuff the sleeves, if you wanted, in which case you would skip sewing along the shoulder seams. Or you could get rid of the sleeves altogether by sewing along the shoulder seams when the shirt is inside out then cutting the sleeves off.

This would be a great thing to do for a sentimental t-shirt or sweatshirt, or that favorite piece of clothing a child has that they just don't want to stop wearing, even though it stopped fitting several years ago (it was a pair of pajamas for me).

Oh, and my new ambition in life is to design fancy teas.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Yeah, Coulda Called This

Knew I was an INFP, and of all the Harry Potter Characters, I would figure this one to be one, too.

Pirate Monkey's Harry Potter Personality Quiz
Harry Potter Personality Quiz
by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

I have cramps. Nasty cramps. And about 3 days earlier than the earliest I expected them. Yesterday was the last day I took the hormones, and my endocrinologist said stuff should happen within 3-10 days. I thought I timed things so that I wouldn't be miserable until the weekend.


Monday, February 05, 2007

Go See This. And just think, Ohio readers, it is available in multiple locations in your fine state!

Well, if the fact that all I want to do is eat chocolate is any indication, the medicine to the...ahem...female things...going again is working. Tomorrow is the last day I'm supposed to take it, and results should happen within 10 days. I'll continue to keep you briefed. Not that any of you want to be briefed. But this is my blog, and if I want to share way too much information, I can.

So There.

(Imagine Sheryl sticking her tongue out in an incredibly juvenille manner)