I woke up at 5:30 a.m. to take Lucy on her what-is-happening-to-me-and-my-body frantic walk. I couldn’t get back to sleep afterward.
For breakfast, we had pumpkin pie.
I spent most of the day accomplishing small, un-fun, un-interesting, oft-avoided tasks.
I heard a snippet of an NPR program where they were saying that most people—no matter their income—would consider themselves “rich” if they made twice as much as they currently make.
I volunteered in Christian’s class for the first time this year. His teacher asked me to work on creative writing with the class. They were so attentive and eager. It was a blast.
Mr. and Mrs. Smith did a very nice deed for someone over the weekend and the thought of it has brightened my day over and over again.
Lucy is at the doggie doctor for a sleep over, recovering from her girlypartectomy. The house feels strange without her.
I made a really gross dinner tonight. And everything I added to it made it worse. But the noodles looked cool.
Bad hair day today. Frightfully bad.
I have a hard time with the words “leery” and “wary.” I like to use them, but they always seem incorrect.
I have not put up the Christmas decorations. I am waiting for motivation to strike. Hey, Motivation, remember me?
Ryan had a great phone interview today with the University of Montana. This weekend we head to California for his interview at Cal State Fullerton, then the next weekend we’re off to the University of Delaware. I am currently attending the University of Holy Crap This Is All For Real.
I’m sleepy.
Goodnight.
Is Fullerton near San Francisco? I hope so.
I love that you had a bad hair day, and that your dog got a “girlpartectomy.” Any day now the OED will be calling for you to consult.
I’m with you on the burn out – I’m counting the days to December so I DON’T have to post horribly written unedited junk I dash off at 11:30 pm. But yours are still funny and when Motivation strikes you will you pack him up and bring him to NYC with you because my Christmas decorations are currently strewn at random around my living room.
I heard that NPR program too. It about blew my boots to outer space when I heard that “double my income and I’m a rich man” bit.
On a side note, yesterday was a moderately bad hair day for me as well. I believe this can be attributed to lack of proper shampoo and products, as I am currently out of the good stuff and would rather spend the money and time on getting Christmas donedonedone. Perhaps we are hair twins?
Like you ever have a bad hair day! You are always so put together! At least you didn’t have a “Bad BackFat” day. One of the darling special ed students happened to catch me at a moment of slouching weakness. I swear, it was just for a second. My mothers voice saying, “Sit up straight!” was just coming into my head when it was interupted by “Ewww! What is this!” I felt her small second grade fingers, graze my back, then pinch that wonderful area right below my bra, and just above my control top panty hose. I replied very matter of factly, and what I thought was very quietly, “Jennifer,that would be my BackFat”. Unfortunately, the little girl to the other side of me overheard, and then the unison gasping began! Trying to calm everyone down, and move on our phonics lesson was nearly impossible. Especially when one of them apparently in shock at something she had never seen, loudly asked “Does your husband know you have that?” By then the other ladies I work with, couldn’t contain their laughter. I immediately stood up to show everyone, that once you stand up, gravity helps out, and that BackFat, magically disappears!
Yeah Tiff, I think I’d rather have a bad hair day!