WorkbitsWe’re all friends here, aren’t we? I can confess to irrational and unhelpful behavior without fear of your thinking I’m an idiot, right? Pipe down, you in the back.
The day before yesterday, I curled up on my sofa at work for a little power nap so I could recharge for the second half of my 37-hour day and finish my project. Just lying there all tensed up and stressed out wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I picked up my officemate’s copy of Word Spy: The Word Lover’s Guide to Modern Culture, figuring I’d read for a few minutes, nap, and awaken fully charged and a bit more relaxed.
Did I open to Chapter 9: Tales of Comfort, Security and Privacy? No. I opened to Chapter 4: Modern Angst and Anger.
Three quotes led the chapter:
Now is the age of anxiety. ?W. H. Auden
On an average weekday, a major newspaper contains more information than any contemporary of Shakespeare?s would have acquired in a lifetime. ?Anonymous
When angry count four; when very angry, swear. ?Mark Twain
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My son was in the same room as me when I was getting dressed one day. I scratched the top of my left breast a little and he said, “Mommy, you are touching your —-!”
I said to him, “I just have an itch,” to which he responded, “That’s *your* excuse!”
Jet, 4
Jax: Mommy, here’s a little piece of toilet paper to wipe the tip.
Mommy: The tip of what?
Jax: Your penis.
Jax, 3
After being told to go outside and pick up the dog poop, he goes outside, whines and complains. He comes back in and says, “Mom, I think the dog over-pooped.”
Luke, 8
When I woke up one morning with a sore throat, raspy voice, and fever, my three-year-old, Emilie, asked me what was wrong. I said, “Mama has a cold…” and she felt my cheek for a minute before saying, “No. You has a hot!”
Emilie, 3
Do you know how I memorized 2 x 11? I have this fake pencil in my brain, and it writes down the multiplication!!
Hugo, 6
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04.01.04 at 04:06 PM |
So you abruptly ended the post for the halibut? You’re so cliche
04.01.04 at 05:56 PM |
*piping down*
-nef
(from the back)
04.01.04 at 07:37 PM |
Yeah, we are all friends, but I’n not sharing any of my portfolio tips. That would be insider anxiety.
04.01.04 at 08:02 PM |
What are your anxiety-reducing plans, now that your project is over? And don’t say “confessing everything to my mother after the kids’ T-ball game.” Not good enough.
04.01.04 at 08:22 PM |
Well, I HAD planned on a cozy, pleasant evening with a friend over drinks, but the selfish wench can’t be bothered to drive the twelve hours (or whatever) to see me. What-EVER.
04.01.04 at 08:36 PM |
No need to remind you that the key to having a good portfolio is diversification…
04.01.04 at 11:48 PM |
great like I needed more stress my research paper isnt enough I come in to read my blogroll to start teh day off nice and.... thanks
04.02.04 at 03:29 AM |
heh heh
chaos is to be considered extremely good news
[ducks]
04.02.04 at 07:46 AM |
TWO hours, and I said I’d make the drive anyway!
But then YOU pulled that “I have nothing to wear” card.
04.02.04 at 08:52 AM |
I know you did, sweetie. We can still meet in the middle, though, because I am not sure I want you driving back to Sacto with three Bunny Hugs under your belt!
What’s half-way? How about Benicia? I am sure it’s a lovely town, despite all evidence to the contrary.