Me, Me, MeStressed out? Work bogging you down? Then I highly recommend that you sneak out and go buy yourself somethin’ lacy. Man oh man, did that ever do the trick!
I luuurve Felina.
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I can’t even begin to tell you how happy this makes me. My favorite color, and on the cheap.
Me, Me, MeSeveral things that bothered me a little more than they should have, perhaps:
Arriving home after dark last night in the rain, I decided not to park at the curb so I wouldn’t have to navigate the sea of mud stretching to the front door (no, incidently, the yard has not been put back). Instead, I pulled into the driveway, clicked the garage door opener, and stepped out into a huge pile of mud next to the car.
I also had a nice chat with Logan about the importance of seat belts. He was very enthusiastic about them. I was not quite as pleased.
Me: “Did you tell Logan a story about seeing an accident where the occupants weren’t wearing their seatbelts, and were thrown out the windows, and their dead bodies were lying in the road?”
Him: [Sheepish look]
The Mommy Scrum was decidedly un-fun this morning. There was less than the usual amount of giggling and hugging, and a preponderance of elbows and knees. They are begining to act as though it is my fault that I have so little geographic surface area.
As I kissed everyone goodbye and walked out the door this morning (after having scrubbed my clogs of mud clods), Gil called after me in all seriousness, “Thanks for fighting the good fight!”
There was one thing, though, that pleased me to no end: I unwrapped a pristine toothbrush and used it for the first time this morning. I smiled the entire time. And I hunted around for a good hiding place, because it is absolutely true that no one else treats your stuff with as much care as you do.
Me, Me, MeTo all of the amazingly wonderful people who have left comments, IM’d, and written privately to offer support, advice, and distraction over the last 36 hours:
“PPHHFFFBBBTTT.”
That’s me being speechless with gratitude and wonder. If I ditch my husband, can I just marry each of you for a week at a time, and then continue to rotate after that? I mean it, I fell a little bit in love with each of you this week.
UPDATE: I accept! Yes! I’ll marry all of you! We can get hitched right here in the Bay Area--half the licenses they hand out around here aren’t valid, anyway, so let’s go for it! Hooray!
Me, Me, MeThis morning, my husband took it all back. Said he was just angry.
So, any idea where I can apply to get back the six years that took off my life?
Or the 2 days I lost of the last five before my project is due?
Anyone?
P.S. I only said he took IT back, I didn’t say I took HIM back. Still pondering.
Me, Me, MeHim: “I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m going to start proceedings, and this time I mean it. I’m asking for a divorce.”
Me: [blank stare]
Him: “I’m going to see a lawyer tomorrow.”
Me: [blank stare]
Him: “I was going to wait until after your project was done. But I just can’t.”
Me: “Yes, that’d be next Wednesday.”
Him: “It’s incredibly poor timing, I know.”
Me: [blank stare]
Him: “But we can still be friends. I want us to be friends.”
Me: “Don’t. You. Dare.”
Him: “I’ll stay here, I’ll still take care of the kids, we just won’t be married.”
Me: “Get. Out.”
So, what’s on your plate today?
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Me, Me, MeMore witless banter… these are the little conversations that allow me to do my job every day without sobbing.
Me, Me, MeThis is for all of you kind souls who have been asking after me… I really appreciate the nice thoughts, and promise to pay more attention to my appearance, because judging by the level of concern in the room, I must REALLY be looking haggard.
Even my boss just called because he’s “concerned about burnout.” Gee, what tipped you off? The twelve pounds I’ve lost? My being in tears throughout the board meeting debrief on Monday? My completely nonexistant sense of humor when you show up? Then seventeen freaking million things on my desk? The fact that my children miss me so much that they cry when I have a shower or even a pee? That they insist on sleeping with me and cling to me until I leave every morning? HUH? IS THAT IT??
Well, according to this quiz, I’m fine. So you can all rest easy. Love you! MWAH!
Me, Me, MeBuzz--pull up a chair! Dig in! You won’t beileve this… but first grab a bottle of red. It’s been a long day. Any red will do.
So guess who was just tapping at my office door? Hmmmm? A delivery guy, bearing a box filled with medium rare filet mignon, mashed potatoes with chives and leeks, and a side of sinfully rich peppercorn-cream sauce… mmmmm… cream sauce…
My husband is seriously trying to get on my good side! Thank you, Sweetie!!
[chewing, swallowing, blowing a kiss]
Me, Me, Me* The avaricious, prodigal; Condemned to useless labor.
And man, is it ever hilly here. Today has been one long series of ups and downs:
Me, Me, MeI’m on hiatus. I have nothing nice to say. Nothing funny, either. I don’t want to do my work, face my children, or talk to my spouse. I want to curl up on my couch and sleep for a while (since that seems to be off the menu at home) but I am sure that would all but guarantee that my boss will come a-callin.’
I am even disgusted by what this blog has turned into--a series of McPosts, filler, stuff that doesn’t require thought or insight. Most of the stuff I feel passionately about right now is sort of private, and the delivery, when I rehearse it in my head, is a little on the poisonous side. So, no. No quality posting to be had here today. Or tomorrow, or until I get it together.
Go visit the good folks on the sidebars, there. I’ll take a break and start editing my manuscript again, and try to make that worth something rather then spend time posting useless items I’ll just have to strip out later anyway.
Also, wah, wah, wah, blah, blah, blah, whiney, whiney, whiney. Pfffffhhhhhhbbbttt.
Me, Me, MeI haven’t been able to muster 100 things--it’s just too free-form for my tired brain--but as a beancounter, I am very good at filling in forms. Here is a meme I picked up from Gina at Atypical Female, who followed her own meme trail…
Me, Me, MeSo you wanna know why I didn’t come home until 8 the other night? Hmmmmm? I was preparing a presentation for the entire organization on our employee matching gifts program. As part of the theme on civic responsibility. As in, be a good citizen, donate to charity, and volunteer your time. And, oh yeah, VOTE. Am such a dillhead. I came home exhausted at 7 and got straight into my jammies and was asleep by 8:30. And never voted.
Me, Me, MeIs it possible to have a chocolate hangover?? I kicked my candy habit over Christmas, and so had been largely “clean” for two months, but I went to Walgreens and bought several bags of Kisses and plain and peanut M&Ms when yesterday got the best of me and (and of my co-workers, who came running like little kitties who hear the jangling in the food bowl). The pace in our department was frantic--we are trying to produce the docket for the board meeting in Mexico next week (gee, no logistical challenges there), and are scrambling to meet the tax return deadlines, AND it was a regular payment day. So, I sat at my computer for much of the day, popping M&Ms and washing them down with coffee.
Today, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. I have a headache and generally feel cranky and crotchety, and my skin feels weird, and my muscles ache, though not in a flu-ey sense. Mostly, I am CRABBY! Aaarrrggghh. Am resolved to stay off the stuff. Honestly. Will shut my door so I can’t even see it, or hear others rummaging around and making that little clicky-clacky sound, or hear the uwrapping of the foil Kisses… [sound of door slamming and overhead lights going off]
Me, Me, MeEver think you can tell exactly where the weight is? I lost a pound between yesterday and today, and I swear it came right off my ass. Roowwwrrrr.
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