You must avoid sloth, that wicked siren.
Horace
Really, it's about sloth. Because I was being lazy and lolling around in bed.
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Horace
Really, it's about sloth. Because I was being lazy and lolling around in bed.
And all your future lies beneath your hat.
John Oldham
Is it wrong that I only like Log Cabin brand syrup on my french toast? I really don't love syrup at all. I never use it on pancakes or waffles. Only on french toast, and only if there's Log Cabin.
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John Oldham
Is it wrong that I only like Log Cabin brand syrup on my french toast? I really don't love syrup at all. I never use it on pancakes or waffles. Only on french toast, and only if there's Log Cabin.
I'm beginning to think that my word thing isn't going to last. I'll probably use it now and again, but I don't see it staying put for the remainder of this project.
One of the good things that's come of it is that, in perusing sites for quotes, I've found many that I liked and want to use, they just didn't seem to fit the particular shot I was searching about. So I started a list, and I'm going to try and do this in the reverse fashion now and again, and use the quote to inspire my photo.
In the spirit of randomness that seems to be my constant companion today, here's a list:
- why does my nose always itch while I'm fooling around? is it a concentration thing? I find that I'm always having to lose focus to scratch my nose. it's odd, I think. and more than a little frustrating from time to time.
- where the hell is that sweater I bought in North Carolina?
- the hairball that I produced while gunking up my hair with product this morning was phenomenally large, considering the fact that I just washed it yesterday.
- I need a new default ringtone
- I can't decide whether I should walk over to 24 hour fitness and break my lazy streak by actually starting to run like I've been saying I'm going to, or just sit here and keep typing.
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One of the good things that's come of it is that, in perusing sites for quotes, I've found many that I liked and want to use, they just didn't seem to fit the particular shot I was searching about. So I started a list, and I'm going to try and do this in the reverse fashion now and again, and use the quote to inspire my photo.
In the spirit of randomness that seems to be my constant companion today, here's a list:
- why does my nose always itch while I'm fooling around? is it a concentration thing? I find that I'm always having to lose focus to scratch my nose. it's odd, I think. and more than a little frustrating from time to time.
- where the hell is that sweater I bought in North Carolina?
- the hairball that I produced while gunking up my hair with product this morning was phenomenally large, considering the fact that I just washed it yesterday.
- I need a new default ringtone
- I can't decide whether I should walk over to 24 hour fitness and break my lazy streak by actually starting to run like I've been saying I'm going to, or just sit here and keep typing.
This one could have been 'procrastination' as well. I looked at the clock at 11:49 as I was crawling into bed and remembered that I hadn't taken any photos at all that day. Not one to be daunted by the extreme pressure of a deadline 11 minutes away, I set the camera on the bedside table, grabbed the remote, and took ONE shot. This is how it ended up.
Craptastic? perhaps. But it is what it is.
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Craptastic? perhaps. But it is what it is.
My original idea for this shot was in the "one of these things is not like the others" neighborhood, but that was when I thought we had less bunnies and more doggies. Either way, this one made me happy in the end.
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Here is the rule to remember in the future, When anything tempts you to be bitter: not, "This is a misfortune" but "To bear this worthily is good fortune."
Marcus Aurelius
It's been an evening, let me tell you!
I got home, late, to find the laundry room, hallway, and part of Mad's room flooded because the drain hose for the washer had come out of the thing back there (yeah, yeah - I'm super technical, I know) and water was everywhere. While I was sopping up water, my fingers got closed in the door that I was using to steady myself, so I'm missing some serious skin on a couple of digits in the cuticle area, and my pinkie finger is going to hurt like a sonofabitch in the morning because it took the brunt of the squish dead-center on my nail bed. I screamed, but then felt bad because everyone was thinking I'd been electrocuted or something, because the wicked squeaking noise it made when it got smooshed (due, I'm sure, to the superior gel product covering my natural nail) was kind of ... eerie, really.
It doesn't hurt right now because I'm drunk and don't care very much. It's just sort of throbbing. But I'm sure that that will be different in the morning.
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Marcus Aurelius
It's been an evening, let me tell you!
I got home, late, to find the laundry room, hallway, and part of Mad's room flooded because the drain hose for the washer had come out of the thing back there (yeah, yeah - I'm super technical, I know) and water was everywhere. While I was sopping up water, my fingers got closed in the door that I was using to steady myself, so I'm missing some serious skin on a couple of digits in the cuticle area, and my pinkie finger is going to hurt like a sonofabitch in the morning because it took the brunt of the squish dead-center on my nail bed. I screamed, but then felt bad because everyone was thinking I'd been electrocuted or something, because the wicked squeaking noise it made when it got smooshed (due, I'm sure, to the superior gel product covering my natural nail) was kind of ... eerie, really.
It doesn't hurt right now because I'm drunk and don't care very much. It's just sort of throbbing. But I'm sure that that will be different in the morning.
We laid on the bed. We giggled. We made faces at each other. There were kisses and nuzzles and crossed eyes and tongues stuck out and even a couple of tickles. And a lot of hair.
It was a good evening.
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It was a good evening.
I had a realization this morning while chatting with a friend: I have been so busy making sure everyone else is taken care of and adapting to the new schedule and whatnot that I haven't taken time to make sure I'm ok with the new schedule and changes.
Every day that's gone by, I've felt less and less like I have the luxury to take the time for my photo. The alarm goes off at 4:20, and I don't want to get up (nothing new) so I lay there until 4:50, which leaves me 20 minutes to get out the door if I'm going to make the 6:20 ferry from Bainbridge. I haven't made it one day this week, and have instead been on the 6:20 from Bremerton. Not a bad thing, but I don't get to work until 8, which means I can't leave until 4, which generally means that I don't get on a ferry until 5:45, which translates to home at 7:30 instead of by 6. Time has once again become a fleeting luxury, and I need to get a grip and be more careful with it.
I don't love the drive to Bainbridge in the mornings, but it's not nearly as awful as driving around. I could buy myself some time by driving in in the mornings, but I'm so wound up and irritable by the time I get to the office, that I can't even stand to sit next to me. And there's no guarantee that it will even get me to work that extra half-hour that it's supposed to, due to traffic conditions. I'm imagining that once I'm in a cubicle it will be different. When I have my own space instead of sharing a hotel cube with 4 strangers, and being in the middle of every hallway conversation that goes on in this wing, I'll have some peace and quiet when I arrive, and - most importantly - I will not be immediately available for hounding by people with questions and whatnot. I need a few minutes to get into the swing of the day before the annoying herds jump on my back and start working my last nerve. And just the fact that I have to be in such close, un-walled proximity to people when I first get in makes me all the more irritable.
Alright. I'm done bitching for the moment.
I got a gift certificate to the Olympus Spa (they have a website, but it has no pertinent information or I'd link it and make you jealous) for my birthday from my beloved, and I'm thinking that one of these days real soon I'm going to go and use it after work. I'm supposed to wait for Shell to come up before I use it, but I doubt it's going to last that long. Besides, it's not like I won't go again when she comes up, really. Hee.
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Every day that's gone by, I've felt less and less like I have the luxury to take the time for my photo. The alarm goes off at 4:20, and I don't want to get up (nothing new) so I lay there until 4:50, which leaves me 20 minutes to get out the door if I'm going to make the 6:20 ferry from Bainbridge. I haven't made it one day this week, and have instead been on the 6:20 from Bremerton. Not a bad thing, but I don't get to work until 8, which means I can't leave until 4, which generally means that I don't get on a ferry until 5:45, which translates to home at 7:30 instead of by 6. Time has once again become a fleeting luxury, and I need to get a grip and be more careful with it.
I don't love the drive to Bainbridge in the mornings, but it's not nearly as awful as driving around. I could buy myself some time by driving in in the mornings, but I'm so wound up and irritable by the time I get to the office, that I can't even stand to sit next to me. And there's no guarantee that it will even get me to work that extra half-hour that it's supposed to, due to traffic conditions. I'm imagining that once I'm in a cubicle it will be different. When I have my own space instead of sharing a hotel cube with 4 strangers, and being in the middle of every hallway conversation that goes on in this wing, I'll have some peace and quiet when I arrive, and - most importantly - I will not be immediately available for hounding by people with questions and whatnot. I need a few minutes to get into the swing of the day before the annoying herds jump on my back and start working my last nerve. And just the fact that I have to be in such close, un-walled proximity to people when I first get in makes me all the more irritable.
Alright. I'm done bitching for the moment.
I got a gift certificate to the Olympus Spa (they have a website, but it has no pertinent information or I'd link it and make you jealous) for my birthday from my beloved, and I'm thinking that one of these days real soon I'm going to go and use it after work. I'm supposed to wait for Shell to come up before I use it, but I doubt it's going to last that long. Besides, it's not like I won't go again when she comes up, really. Hee.
If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.
Linda Sunshine
This is an absolutely perfect quote for today. Today started out as a love day, and has devolved into a wring her neck day. Ooph.
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Linda Sunshine
This is an absolutely perfect quote for today. Today started out as a love day, and has devolved into a wring her neck day. Ooph.
It's Friday. Sassy Underpants Friday.
I swore (to myself) that this time around I wasn't going to be so ... flashy. Not so much tits & ass. But guess what? It's really who I am. It's what I do. It's ... natural, really.
This weekend will consist of softball and a pig roast on Saturday, and another trip to the apartment to try and get the rest of the crap out of there and either into storage or into the house. So much of what's left is rather useless, really. And it's all going to the Goodwill - except my shoes.
:)
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I swore (to myself) that this time around I wasn't going to be so ... flashy. Not so much tits & ass. But guess what? It's really who I am. It's what I do. It's ... natural, really.
This weekend will consist of softball and a pig roast on Saturday, and another trip to the apartment to try and get the rest of the crap out of there and either into storage or into the house. So much of what's left is rather useless, really. And it's all going to the Goodwill - except my shoes.
:)
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