If only…

If only I had that much energy today, or any day, really.  How nice that would be!

In case I didn’t make it obvious enough, I’m super tired today.  It was definitely one of your longer weekends.  Saturday was spent running errands and running around and then scrambling to put the house in order before the soon-to-be-in-laws arrived.  Then we all stayed up till sometime after midnight so we could go to the Easter vigil at church.  I was confirmed and had my first communion as a brand-new Catholic.  I think I like the grape juice and bread cubes the Presbyterians serve better than the cardboard wafers and wine.  At any rate, there was a reception after the service (which started at 8:15 p.m. and ended shortly before 11:00 p.m.) and then after indulging in cake and coffee and juice, we all went home and indulged in strawberry pie with cool whip, courtesy of Ginny.  Yummy!  Yesterday brought a way-too-early wake-up call at 7:00 a.m. to see what goodies the Easter bunny delivered and then a trip to Gladbrook before an even bigger trip to Elkader to visit Greg’s family.  By the time we got home and watched a movie and went to bed, it was somewhere around 10:30 p.m.  I’m functioning solely on caffeine today, and not very well at that.  Yeesh!  Hopefully it will kick in soon.

*sigh*  Too tired…Must catch Z’s…

I suppose I had better get back to work, since I have a desk full of it and the tax deadline is only two days away.  Hasta la vista…baby!

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No news

Sorry.  There’s just not much to tell lately.  I really haven’t felt like writing all that much, which is rather odd for me.

So to update, we’ve finally settled on the bridesmaid dresses.  Yay!  One thing down, 970 million more to go.  Um, I’m being confirmed at church Saturday night.  And my tummy hurts.  Apparently all the antacid I took after lunch hasn’t kicked in yet.  It really needs to, though, cuz I’ve had awful heartburn since yesterday and it needs to go away.

I actually made some progress on my type-up-all-my-old-stories project.  I got one all typed up and I started on another one.  Oh my God.  Seriously.  I knew they were bad, but holy crap, I didn’t realize the exact extent of the horror.  Yikes!  I should be shot for writing such utter drivel.  Aside from the fact that every time someone asks my character to tell them about herself, she gives them her life story in one paragraph, well, there are really no words to describe just how bad it was.  I kept making remarks like, “It’s a good thing I never got knocked up at fifteen like some people do because I’d have stuck my kid with a truly heinous name,” or, “You have got to be kidding me.  What the hell was I thinking?!”  And I thought these were good once upon a time?  I was out of my freaking mind!  Greg asked me why I was typing them all up if they were so bad.  I told him it was so that I had a record of what I used to write.  “Oh, so you’re not going to have them published?” he asked.  “Oh, HELL no!”  I replied.  “I’d die of embarrassment!”

And I would.  They are true horrors.  *shudders*  And yet, I keep on going…

We got 8 inches of swearing Sunday.  This is April, dammit.  That’s not supposed to happen.  When they said April showers bring May flowers, they meant rain!  Not white crap!  NO MORE WHITE CRAP!!

Okay, I think I’m done now.

But on the subject of crap, my long-awaited piece of BSB-inspired fluff is nearing completion.  Yay!  Because everyone loves a good bit of fluff, right?  Right?  You know I’m right.

*sigh*  I hope this afternoon goes by as quickly as this morning did because I just want to go home and curl up in bed.  I seem to be feeling rather averse to productivity today.  So with that, I think I’ll go back to doing quizzes on Facebook and hope that this time, stupid WordPress will post my entry when I tell it to instead of saving 90% of it as a draft and losing the rest of what I typed.  I hate when things of that sort happen.  Stupid computer glitches.  If I could remember everything that I typed, it wouldn’t be such a big deal, I guess, but my memory sucks, so there ya go.  Apparently my computer sucks, too, but I already had suspicions of that.

Friday needs to hurry up and get here.

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So proud!

I always knew Iowa rocked.  Yay Corn State!

So it seems that I never got around to posting anything yesterday.  Whoops.  Must have been the Class 3 Skull-Splitter messing with my head.  Or the actual work that I had yesterday.  They just kept piling it on!  I love days like that, where I have things to do.  It makes the time pass so much faster.  I really appreciate it when the work day flies by because frankly, I would much rather be at home.  It’s a lovely day outside and my boys will be home by 3:00.  The only thing missing is me!  How I wish I could cut out early.

In other news, a good friend of mine has been having rather a hard time lately.  She’s lost several relatives, all within a few months of each other, as well as a very good friend.  I called her the other night to chat and she had just found out that her uncle had passed away earlier that day from a massive heart attack.  I really hope things will start going better for her.  Maybe today’s news will cheer her up!  I hope so.

Spring is totally in the air today.  The sun is shining, there’s not a cloud in the sky, the wind has finally calmed down, and there’s a lovely crispness in the air.  It’s beautiful!  And they’re discussing possible swearing over the weekend.  Apparently the meteorologists haven’t gotten the memo that says since it’s now April, it’s not allowed to swear anymore.  Swearing is only allowed in winter and since it is clearly not winter anymore, swearing is strictly and expressly forbidden.  The Great Kay has spoken.

*sigh*  I keep staring out the window and thinking of Time Enough for Drums.  I suppose I always think of it in the spring because it was springtime when I first read that book.  Also I think of it because there’s a lovely passage about Jem losing herself to the spell of John reading French and staring out the window into the inviting April day and getting scolded for daydreaming.  I love that book.

And now I suppose I’ll get back to searching the internet for work-related items of non-interest…

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Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon

Last night I saw the fireworks
The kind of pain that never hurts
The one you hate to love is made for you
Another unsuspecting Sunday afternoon

Oh, I love that song!  It was requested that I provide a complete review of Unbreakable and I intend to comply, but it will be rather a short review because I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT.  It’s easily my new favorite album.  The other BSB cd I bought over the weekend was The Hits – Chapter One, which has a whole bunch of their old songs plus one new one.  I haven’t gotten to listen to that one yet because I refuse to take Unbreakable out of my car stereo (though really, I should take it inside and rip it so that I can listen to it on my Zune) and the cd player in the bathroom at home is dirty and I’m too lazy to clean it.  But maybe I’ll do that tonight.

Anyway, I love love LOVE Unbreakable.  There are so many good songs on there that I can’t pick one favorite.  I love them all!  I really like Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon and Intro, which is a little snippet of Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon that they did a little differently.  It’s seriously awesome.  Panic is lots of fun; great rhythm.  I’ve had bits of Something That I Already Know floating through my head all day.  Trouble Is is awesome!  In short, I love this album.  It has fueled my fancy the way that Backstreet Boys and Millennium did back in the good ol’ days.  Woo!

In other news, I adored the weather we had Monday and Tuesday.  It was so springy, so lovely!  Yay warmer weather!  Today it’s in the fifties, but it’s still really nice outside, so you won’t hear any complaints from me.  For now, anyway. 🙂

*sigh*  I suppose I should get back to work, but since I apparently forgot to post yesterday, I thought I’d play a little catch-up this afternoon.  Happy Hump Day!

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Modern torture devices

I have discovered that torture devices are alive and well in the 21st century.  I had a particularly close call with one this morning.  It taunted me with its promises of better health and weight loss and for thirty agonizing moments, I succumbed to glorious images of a new and improved me.  Then, hot, sweaty, tired, and in pain, I wondered incredulously what the hell I had been thinking.  Obviously it had some sort of mind control powers that it failed to mention or it would probably not have succeeded in keeping me in its clutches for as long as it did.  In future, I will know better than to heed its siren song and fully intend to steer clear of it and any and all like devices.  What is the device of which I speak, you may be asking yourselves, so that I, too, can avoid them?  The answer, friends, is simple: the elliptical machine.

Yes, I have begun in earnest the workout regimen that I’ve been promising to start for at least the last two years.  I somehow managed to break free from the lovely warmth and comfort of my cozy bed at 5:45 a.m. this morning and engage in an arduous workout.  By arduous, of course, I mean that I set the thing to level 2 and spent thirty minutes whining about being bored, thirsty, hot, cold, tired, and sick while struggling to breathe through my nose for the first time in days.  That’s right, folks, I’m a pansy and a whiner.

But of course you already knew that.

My goal is to get into better shape and lose all the weight that I’ve gained over the last year.  Ideally, this will happen prior to September 26, but I suppose that’s too much to hope for.  Maybe I can just lose most of it by then.

I still hate mornings, though, and getting up at the ass-crack of dawn is sooooooooooo not my idea of a good time.  In fact, working out in general is not exactly my idea of a good time, in case you couldn’t tell.  I love riding my bike and going swimming and taking walks, but those are all rather difficult to do in the middle of winter.  Oh, sure, I could join a gym and do all of those things inside, but then there would be no mosquitoes to swat away, no sunburns to deal with, no bratty kids to shoo out of my way in the pool, no excess of heat and humidity…Why haven’t I joined a gym again yet?  Oh, right, because then I would miss out on enjoying nature.  Because I’m such the avid naturalist and all-around outdoorsy type.  Right.

Maybe in my dreams.

Rachael cracked me up this morning.  She came downstairs as I was about halfway through my half-hour of torture and sat down at the table to watch me, positively enthralled by what she saw.  Whether it was the idea of me working out or the fact that she had no idea what it was I was doing that kept her attention riveted on my ever-reddening face, I’m not sure.  “You look tired,” she said.  I gasped my agreement.  “I would be done now if that were me,” she continued.  I stared at her for a moment, not sure whether to laugh or cry, then told her to go play.  Greg told her that people don’t like to be observed while working out, which is true for me because I’m always afraid I’ll look like an idiot, even when I’m the only person around.  I asked him if he heard what she’d said and he replied that he hadn’t, so I told him.  He laughed.  Then he came out and said that I didn’t look as bad as he thought I would.  Apparently that’s supposed to mean that I’m in better shape than originally thought, despite the fact that I get winded running up the steps to the clerk’s office at the courthouse every day (I’ve been doing it for three years now, so you’d think I’d be used to it, but you would be wrong; and lest I make it seem like that’s a small amount of stairs, there are somewhere around two dozen steps just to get into the courthouse, then three more flights up to the clerk’s office).  I could probably have phrased all that better, but my brain seems to have fallen asleep from all that exercising I did this morning.

In other news, the sinus infection that’s been threatening for so long finally hit with a vengeance on Friday and I spent Saturday on the couch.  I spent most of Saturday morning asleep.  Yay sleep!  We went to Ankeny this weekend and did lots of wedding planningy type things, such as picking up my wedding dress.  YAY!!!!!!  Then I (accidentally) got super-drugged-up on cold medicine and Excedrin and felt like a space cadet all of Sunday.  A word to the wise: Don’t mix two NyQuil liqui-gels with three Excedrin and a muscle relaxer.  Bad things will happen.  It was much less fun to go shopping and try on pretty dresses in my drug-induced fog than I had originally anticipated.  But I still have to have it bustled and there are still other dresses to pick out, so I suppose I can deal with it.

Yay wedding dress! 🙂

I finally got around to sending my cell phone in to be fixed.  I guess I procrastinated a bit with that.  You would think I would have gotten it taken care of right away and I did try to do just that, but then I got lazy.  Now I have to wait four to six weeks for my pretty pink phone to be usable again.  Stupid phone breakage.

And in laptop news, we finally gave up on waiting for Dell to send the cds they promised to send.  They kept pushing back the ship date and when Greg called to find out why, they told him they had the cds in stock (and they weren’t on back-order like he’d been told before) and they didn’t know why they hadn’t been sent out.  *looking very earnest*  They promised to send them out right away, overnight even.  They still never arrived.  So we finally managed to get them to send us prepaid shipping labels and we shipped it back to them.  Once they’re satisfied, they’re supposed to send me a new one with the right operating system on it.  It will probably be another month at least before that happens.  Stupid Dell.  Their computers are great, but their customer service really sucks.

My God I’m tired!  I blame the early rising this morning, the muscle relaxer I took after my lovely warm shower, and the stupid sinus infection that won’t go away.  And by won’t go away, I mean that the two doses of antibiotic I’ve taken haven’t managed to banish it yet.  WORK FASTER, MEDICINE!  I WANT TO BREATHE!

*sigh*  In the meantime, I suppose I had better get back to work, although I’m really not sure what it is that I’ll do to pass the time and keep from falling asleep.  I felt rotten enough yesterday that I toyed with the idea of calling in sick today so that I could stay home and rest up from the weekend, but I’m a goody-goody, so here I am.  At work.  Where I’m supposed to be working but am blogging as a way to put off doing anything even remotely productive instead.

Happy Tuesday!

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Another distraction

I’m bored today, so I thought I’d post the 25 Things About Me that’s up on Facebook.  If you’ve read it once, you don’t have to read it again, but I made a few changes.  If you haven’t, I hope it makes you laugh.  And now,

25 Things

When I graduated high school I did one of those “Where will you be in five years?” survey things.  I am so not where I thought I would be, but I wouldn’t change a minute of it.

I’m not funny.  Sometimes I try to be funny, but it doesn’t work.  Only the crickets applaud.

I love bad jokes.  For instance, one of my favorites goes like this: Two fish were in their tank one day.  One turned to the other and said, “You man the guns.  I’ll drive.”

I began playing the flute when I was ten.  My dad told me I wouldn’t be allowed to give it up till I made it to Carnegie Hall.  As I was sitting in an informational meeting for people in music performance groups my freshman year of college, they announced that the Wind Ensemble would be performing at Carnegie Hall during Tour Week that spring.  Alas, I was in the other band.  I guess I can’t quit playing yet. 🙂

I want to be a famous author.  I only have one problem: I have yet to finish a story.

I am my own worst critic.

The older I get, the less tolerance I have for slow drivers.  The speed limit is 55, folks.  You will not get a ticket for going the speed limit.  Either drive the speed limit or get out of the way.

I despise the cold and yet I will probably never leave Iowa.  Not because I can’t, but because anywhere else would be too different.  I certainly want to travel outside of Iowa, but I can’t think of a better place to live.

I don’t feel 25.  I feel like a 14-year-old trapped in a 95-year-old body.

I am well on my way to developing an ulcer and arthritis.  See above.

In my fantasies, Mr. Darcy is not just a fictional character.

It’s a bit difficult to take this thing seriously.  In fact, I probably wouldn’t be doing it at all except that my sister tagged me in hers and I’m bored.

I am tax girl.  Hear me roar!

The fact that the Star Trek Experience is no longer in Las Vegas is extremely disappointing.  Did I say disappointing?  I meant to say that I was distraught beyond (polite) words.  I was so looking forward to it!

I am apparently claustrophobic.  I found this out after a stint in the trunk of Jenni’s car.  And by stint, I mean I started pounding on the lid to be let out just as soon as it was closed.

A short time ago when my baby was still an actual baby, I was fascinated by his ability to sleep with his eyes open.  I was also fascinated by his smiles when he was asleep.  So cute!

California can keep its earthquakes and Florida can keep its hurricanes.  I’ll deal with the threat of tornadoes.  They make for much more interesting movies.

The sun shining on the courthouse square is one of the most beautiful scenes I’ve ever seen, no matter what time of year it is.

I am easily distracted by shiny objects.  The one on my ring finger, for instance.

I cannot type today.  This annoys me incredibly.

I love the Backstreet Boys.  And *N SYNC.  And BBMak.  And 5ive.  And Westlife.  And maybe O-Town.  Definitely 98°.  And probably every other boy band popular in the late ’90s and into the early 2000s.

Except Hanson.  I hate Hanson.  I loathe them.  And notice that this is not the past tense; I still don’t like them!  MMMBop is quite probably the worst song ever written, in this or any language.  Except for possibly The Macarena.  I cringe at the mere thought of it!

I used to think I was very well-read; I was always reading something.  I don’t think that anymore, primarily because instead of reading new books, I just read the same ones over and over and over again.  Thank God they finally reprinted Time Enough for Drums by Ann Rinaldi because I think mine was the only number on the library card for the copy they had at the Reinbeck Library.

 I randomly quote Facebook flair in daily conversation.  For instance, “Don’t hit kids.  No, seriously.  They have guns now.”

I am a secretary.  We secretly rule the world.  You should try it sometime – it’s exhausting!

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On cell phones and why I’m mad at them today

So today I went to enter an appointment in the calendar on my cell phone.  I would be so lost without it that it’s just plain ridiculous.  Anyway, I was halfway through typing in the appointment when my phone shut off.  Weird.  I’d had to turn it on when I dug it out of my purse because it was off then, too.  Double weird; I hardly ever turn my phone off.  I was in a hurry because I had to eat and run some errands, so I stuffed it in my purse and was on my way.  When I got to where I have lunch, I fiddled with it again and it just kept turning itself off.  Stupid phone.  By now I was super irritated, so I contented myself with ordering lunch and reading the new Catherine Anderson book I got last weekend, annoyed at the thought of having to cut my reading shorter than I wanted so that I could stop at the cell phone store.

After eating a very quick lunch, I headed to the post office to get something in the mail and then I hurried over to the local cell phone store.  Of course, they couldn’t really do anything to help me except suggest that I go back to the store where I bought the phone and see if they could do something with it.  I’ve only had the phone since the end of November; it’s brand new!  Apparently that’s one of its problems.  My phone had just come out in November or right around then and evidently, it had some issues at first, so either it’s that and they may have to exchange my phone, or it’s a software thing and it just needs to be updated.  I’m hoping for the software thing because they can’t switch text messages and I want to keep some of them, so I don’t want to have to turn my phone back in as part of an exchange.  So I guess I get to go to Waterloo tonight with the kids to see if I can get my phone situation taken care of.  It wouldn’t be quite so bad if it wasn’t my only phone…Okay, yes it would, but whatever.  At least if I had a land line I could still call people.  I hate being phoneless.

It’s funny how much cell phone malfunctions bother me.  It proves just exactly how dependant I am on my cell phone and when you really stop to think about it, that’s probably not a good thing.  Without my cell phone, it feels like I’m missing a limb or something, and it never used to be that way.  Then again, that was back before I had a cell phone and it’s getting harder and harder to remember those days.  The really sad thing is how I don’t know anyone’s phone number anymore.  I used to be a walking phone book, as I suspect we all were at one point.  Now, no one knows anyone’s phone number because all phone numbers are stored in our cell phones for easy, one-touch dialing.  It reminds me of what my dad always says about calculators: “That thing’ll make you stupid.”  And it’s true.  I rarely do mental math anymore because I’ve come to depend so much on my calculator’s ability to do it for me.  Any sort of addition or subtraction or anything, really, that involves carrying of numbers or anything with decimals or percents, I just can’t do without my calculator.  My brain has grown weak from lack of use.  It’s the same with phone numbers.  Unless you’re someone I talk to frequently on the phone or someone I’ve known forever and your number doesn’t change, chances are good that I no longer know your phone number.  It’s really quite sad.

But on the bright side, it’s Friday!  Hooray!  And I have a story idea!  Hooray!  And I have a book to read!  Hooray!  And possibly plans for the weekend!  Hooray! Plans that involve shopping!  Hooray!  Is anyone sick of all these exclamation marks and shouts of hooray yet?  Hooray!

🙂

I am so ready for the afternoon to be over.  Only one more hour and forty-five minutes!  Hooray!  I need to lie down…

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Anyone out of the mainstream…

…is anyone in the mainstream
Anyone out of the mainstream
Is anyone in the mainstream

So I’ve been listening to the Rent soundtrack a lot lately, in case you couldn’t tell.  Awesome music.  Just awesome.  It reminds me of driving around town with friends after school, back in the day.  Well, okay, driving around with Jenni.  But it was a lot of fun!  Especially when IBC root beer was involved…Anyone care for a pint?  A pint of Guinness?

Okay, you really had to be there for that.  Me and two other people will think that’s funny, assuming, of course, they remember, which they might not.

Ho hum.  My mind is blank today.

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News…or not…

It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been updating nearly enough in the last couple of weeks.  All I can say is, well, it’s the holidays!  I’ve been busy!

And now I’m not.  It’s just wonderful.

Perhaps I can update more tomorrow, when my arm has recovered from the afternoon spent writing at work.  It really hurts!  Besides, I’ve covered all the important stuff already.

I should tell you, I should tell you…I should tell you, I should tell you…

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Something awesome

So I checked out Austenbook earlier this week and it is totally and completely awesome. I happened to notice that at the bottom of the page, it said it was inspired by Sarah Schmelling’s Hamlet (Facebook News Feed Edition).  I thought to myself, Hey, I like Shakespeare, so I bopped on over to check it out.  After having read Shakespeare for Dummies and the play synopses located therein, I now have a basic understanding of what Hamlet was about, so I found this rather amusing.  Now I need to actually read Hamlet.  I’ve read several of the other plays and I might even have Hamlet at home thanks to the wonderful Shakespeare treasury I got at the Planned Parenthood Book Fair this spring.  I just can’t remember now if I bought the tragedies or the comedies.  One of the sets was missing a volume, so I left that set there, but now I don’t remember which one I bought.  Oh, well…I hear the bookstores are a wonderful place to be this time of the year…Or actually, any time of the year!

I felt an urgent need to update you all about the awesomeness that is mentioned above, primarily because I felt an intense and urgent need to procrastinate again.  Ah, procrastination, what would life be like without you?  Oh, that’s right…it would suck horribly…

And now to look forward to a weekend full of chick flicks, romance novels, and all things Christmasy!  Woo!

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