What? Huh? What’s that? I have a what? I have a blog? Oh…I have a blog! Apparently I only have a blog when I have something to complain about. And up until this very moment (other then my stomach being slightly achy – I think it might be gas) I had nothing to really complain about.
But then the boss walked in to tell me that she submitted the paperwork that would close the lab January first of 2010. I really don’t have any complaint here. Well…except for the whole no job part of it. I knew this was coming and I’m planning. My CV is done and ready to be mutilated by Chris. I’ve looked around at other labs and I know who I plan on sending my CV to. I’ll be fine. Sad, but fine. Changing something already good is scary. That’s all.
But other than that, that’s about it. The planets must have been in some kind of funky alignment last week. Everyone I’ve talked to had the same week that I did last week. One of those gnashing of teeth kind of weeks. But now. Now. The sun is out (yeah, still a bit cold), kitchen cabinets have been cleared and cleaned, bathroom scrubbed and de-cluttered, Thao with the Get Down Stay Down is playing on the pod and so far I’ve set nothing on fire in the lab. This may turn out to be OK.
I'm declaring Friday's to be Plinky Friday. Today's Plinky question is what will you do when the zombies come? Well…what would you do?
I'd like to think I'd be super prepared for zombies. I know I can outrun them (they are always so slow in those movies). But most likely, in reality, I'd end up a zombie. Because every one knows that nothing ever works out as planned or expected.
I don’t know what my problem is lately, but I got a serious case of bitch. I’m tired and cranky and little things are getting on my nerves. Today, I was so irritated and cranky I went into the bathroom and burst into tears. I know some of this is probably hormonal. But knowing that makes me even more pissed off because I hate that excuse “oh…she’s just hormonal”. Grrrrrrrrr.
I don’t “get hormonal”. I usually have a pretty decent grip on those kinds of things. I’m a mind over matter kind of gal. I’m just in a funk that I can’t figure out how to get of. I need help. And snow does not help. Not giving myself time for my personal yoga practice does not help. Not giving myself time for myself period does not help. I know all the things that aren’t helping. Now if I could just figure out the things that would help, I wouldn’t have to write this entry.
It’s possible I’m better off in isolation for the time being. I am not good to be around. I feel like I need some kind of “beware of bitch” sign taped to my forehead.
That’s right people. Four more days until Mrs. Swan leaves for Thailand for two whole months. TWO. MONTHS. Do you know what I’m going to do during that time? The possibilities are endless.
The first thing I’m doing is tackling the kitchen. I’m going to pull everything out of the cabinets and toss and clean. Oh…I’m so excited about this, I almost started on the project early. But I reigned myself in and settled with cleaning out the ‘fridge. After the kitchen, I’m moving to the bathroom. The tossing and trashing! I am giddy.
We may even be able to have people over without me cringing on the inside of what they may possibly be thinking about the cave we are living in. We might even go through all the trouble of having a garage sale. Yeah…I know right? I hate putting together garage sales. But it may actually be worth it.
I am telling you the possibilities are endless! I am going to shower with the bathroom door open and walk around the house naked! NAKED! Hahahahahahaha! We are just four days away.
I just had my yearly woman’s health exam. Blood pressure was perfect. Urine and blood samples perfect. Weight, 5 lbs less then last year (say what!?!). All and all general health perfect.
The bad news is my doctor is retiring in August. I’m starting to feel a sense of abandonment. I don’t love my doctor (not like my boss). I mean…can’t really form any attachment since I only see her once a year. She’s on the opposite side of the city from me. She tends to be a bit brisk. But she’s nice and quick and thorough.
So now, not only do I have to find a new job, I also have to find a new doctor. Crap! It was probably a good thing they checked the blood pressure before I got this news.
Give myself a pedicure. I had sad feet with months (and months) old polish on the nails, polish that had been slapped on in haste due to open-toed shoes. These are the feet my students have been looking at in yoga class (cringe). Best discovery was using raw sugar and olive oil as a foot scrub. Marvelous!
Cut my hair. As in, yeah, I cut my own hair. Not something I would ever recommend, but when you’re desperate…you are desperate. And despite getting a little carried away blindly chopping away at the neckline, the hair looks good. Don’t worry. Zelda, I will be in next month for a real haircut. Promise.
Bought a new backpack. Do you know how hard it is to find a backpack that will carry my laptop and my fifty pound yoga mat? Do you?!? Down right asking for the moon. None of my favorite brands had anything suitable (close, but no cigar). But I went into Eddie Bauer (to actually look at something else) when Chris was all “hey! look at this ugly green backpack”. Thankfully, they had one in blue so I didn’t get stuck with an ugly green or orange one. When the pack is all loaded, it’s heavy, but the yoga mat rests on the seat of the scooter and takes some of the weight off. Scooter ride was much easier and I didn’t look like Quasi Modo when I took off the bag.
Yesterday was our eleventh anniversary. We didn’t really plan to do any thing special, just the normal dinner and stuff. But we spent the day tooling around the city doing touristy like things. I think what made the day really nice was that we didn’t focus on getting errands done. We took the day at our leisure. We went to a flea market and out for cupcakes and I took pictures.
I am always tempted to buy something from the infomercials. Chris never lets me. Mom bought all the granddogs Peticures. I've had it for months, but I'm afraid to use it. Those dogs in the infomercials are TV dogs. Of course they are going to lay there like they are getting a foot massage. My dog…well, lets just say he's not a TV dog and it may require one person to hold the dog down and another to use the device on is paws. I haven't convinced Chris to try it yet.
The FURminator is probably next on the list. I really believe in this product. Though I am also very charmed by the ShamWow guy and that food chopper thing he's been promoting lately. The ShamWow guy reminds me of William Defoe. I bet they're related.
Today is my dad’s 70th birthday. It’s also my sister’s birthday (Happy Birthday sis!), but this story is about my dad. There was a time when the thought of my mother leaving dad and leaving me with him drove me to live a summer with my brother and his family. Dad and I didn’t always see eye to eye. But, over the years, I’ve learned to accept and love my dad for who he is and find the humor in his cantankerous ways. And after this last election, I’ve never been more proud to call him dad.
My dad is a union man and strong democrat. Both parents took me with them to the polls every time there was something to be voted on. Dad came to the capitol with his union to protest the Right to Work bill. But, despite all this, I wasn’t sure how Dad would vote in the election. Dad comes from a small town in the south and though he’s never taught or shown any racist behavior, I know he was raised in an environment full of it. So I was concerned and in the months and weeks before the election, we didn’t talk about politics.
After the election, I finally mustard the nerve to ask my dad who he voted for. He was surprised by my question and said that he voted for Obama “of course”. I’ve never been more proud of my goofy dad than I was in the moment. And today, the Peanut Man turns 70.
So…I got a teaching bite. I’ve been called about teaching at a studio on the north side of the city. What’s the problem you ask? The class she really wants me to take over is a Monday evening class. I already have a Monday evening class. Granted, I’m teaching that class for free and the new class would actually pay. But I feel some sort of obligation to my students (’cause I’m crazy). My other option is to start a 7 AM class there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. As much as I’d love to teach a morning class, I know from all the years of morning classes at the Y that it’s really hard to get people to come to those classes. And the way this studio works, I’d have to have at least 5 students to make it worth my while financially.
I’m back to square one. I think at the end of the beginner basic course I’m teaching at work I’ll go have a meeting with HR. Maybe if my students email HR and I tell them I can’t teach with out getting paid any more, they’ll do something. Doubt it, but it’s worth a try. Meanwhile (back at the ranch) I’ll get those business cards and start dropping them off at gyms. I’ve barely started and I already feel like I need a business manager.
