Notes
I was trying to be clever and link to a previous post I'd written about the strangeness of my notes. I can't seem to remember when I wrote it so, oh well. I tend to write strange things down when I'm taking notes to myself. For example today, what the note meant was "Talk to Y about the meeting tomorrow. Explain that D has called the meeting and find out what items should go on the agenda."
What I wrote down to remember this by was the following: "Y, D must have meeting. What an agenda."
Monday, April 28, 2003
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Monday, April 21, 2003
Whew!
Things have been crazy for me lately. Work has been making my head spin. Which is a good thing because I hate being bored, but it has kept me from taking a few minutes aside to blog.
Not much out of the ordinary has been happening lately. We've been struggling to get gigantic clumps of ornamental grass out of the ground so I can plant my roses when they arrive next month. And the rest of the yard, the backyard especially, needs some serious help. How do dandelions grow so fast?
Lots more on my want/have to do list. It comes close to rivaling Ken's.
Hopefully, I'll have more fun stories soon. Well, as soon as my phone stops ringing off the hook!
Things have been crazy for me lately. Work has been making my head spin. Which is a good thing because I hate being bored, but it has kept me from taking a few minutes aside to blog.
Not much out of the ordinary has been happening lately. We've been struggling to get gigantic clumps of ornamental grass out of the ground so I can plant my roses when they arrive next month. And the rest of the yard, the backyard especially, needs some serious help. How do dandelions grow so fast?
Lots more on my want/have to do list. It comes close to rivaling Ken's.
Hopefully, I'll have more fun stories soon. Well, as soon as my phone stops ringing off the hook!
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
Saturday, April 12, 2003
Ouch
Have you ever had something happen to you, where right before it happpened you said to yourself, "You know this will probably happen."
Ok, I'm being too vague.
My grandmother just gave me a lovely little carved set of camels. Carved from olive wood from Jerusalem. Long story behind where the camels came from, so I won't get into it. In any case they were for my Easter basket and last night she presented them to me. The camels were following a rider on a donkey and the whole set of four was linked together with some tiny little chain and little steel tacks. When I went to set them up on my tchatchke shelf by the staircase I noticed they wouldn't stand up. The chain between the donkey and the first camel was too short. Not to mention a very small chunk of the first camel's leg had broken off during production (I know it was then because the bottom of the short leg was shellacked).
So feeling industrious because the spring weather has me feeling "project-y" I decided to take some needle nose pliers and swap out the first camel for the second. The second camel had a longer chain and then the poor short legged camel could sort of hang suspended in the middle of the row.
In the process of pulling out the tacks I noticed they were very sharp. And just as I was pulling out the last tack I had that split second thought of "This will pull out too hard and go straight into my palm." Damned if it didn't. Not to worry folks, it's just a flesh wound. But it was bizarre the way it happened. Maybe it was common sense kicking in just a half a second too late. Or maybe I'm just a very slow psychic.
Anyway the camels stand up now.
Have you ever had something happen to you, where right before it happpened you said to yourself, "You know this will probably happen."
Ok, I'm being too vague.
My grandmother just gave me a lovely little carved set of camels. Carved from olive wood from Jerusalem. Long story behind where the camels came from, so I won't get into it. In any case they were for my Easter basket and last night she presented them to me. The camels were following a rider on a donkey and the whole set of four was linked together with some tiny little chain and little steel tacks. When I went to set them up on my tchatchke shelf by the staircase I noticed they wouldn't stand up. The chain between the donkey and the first camel was too short. Not to mention a very small chunk of the first camel's leg had broken off during production (I know it was then because the bottom of the short leg was shellacked).
So feeling industrious because the spring weather has me feeling "project-y" I decided to take some needle nose pliers and swap out the first camel for the second. The second camel had a longer chain and then the poor short legged camel could sort of hang suspended in the middle of the row.
In the process of pulling out the tacks I noticed they were very sharp. And just as I was pulling out the last tack I had that split second thought of "This will pull out too hard and go straight into my palm." Damned if it didn't. Not to worry folks, it's just a flesh wound. But it was bizarre the way it happened. Maybe it was common sense kicking in just a half a second too late. Or maybe I'm just a very slow psychic.
Anyway the camels stand up now.
Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Friday, April 04, 2003
It ain't easy being tween
I've discovered I'm a tween. At least as far as clothes go. I'm too old for the kids stores that I used to frequent. I'm too young for the old people stores that seem to be the only places any more that carry clothes that fit me. I'm too big for a size 10, but I swim in a size 12. I'm too tall for petite pants, but regular length pants require cuffing at least twice or an additional $30 for a trip to the tailor. I'm not tall enough for this season's mid-calf length skirt to look anything but frumpy, but skirts that are any shorter seem to make me look as if I'm heading to work...on the nearest street corner.
I'm fully fed up with clothes, the people who make them, and the six foot, size 2 models that wear them.
I should also mention that shoes are rapidly falling from grace. I've been actively looking for a nice pair of navy blue dress shoes for about 2 years.
Maybe it's time to join a nudist colony.
I've discovered I'm a tween. At least as far as clothes go. I'm too old for the kids stores that I used to frequent. I'm too young for the old people stores that seem to be the only places any more that carry clothes that fit me. I'm too big for a size 10, but I swim in a size 12. I'm too tall for petite pants, but regular length pants require cuffing at least twice or an additional $30 for a trip to the tailor. I'm not tall enough for this season's mid-calf length skirt to look anything but frumpy, but skirts that are any shorter seem to make me look as if I'm heading to work...on the nearest street corner.
I'm fully fed up with clothes, the people who make them, and the six foot, size 2 models that wear them.
I should also mention that shoes are rapidly falling from grace. I've been actively looking for a nice pair of navy blue dress shoes for about 2 years.
Maybe it's time to join a nudist colony.
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Growing up
I once heard a comedian that referred to the United States as the 14 year old of the world. We think we're the best thing ever and we're always right. It seemed like a pretty good analogy to me. When 9-11 happened one of the first things I thought was "We've just been dumped." And what does a 14 year do when they get dumped? Cry a lot and then get sulky. And then think of a way to get revenge.
Hmmm...still sounds like a good analogy to me.
I once heard a comedian that referred to the United States as the 14 year old of the world. We think we're the best thing ever and we're always right. It seemed like a pretty good analogy to me. When 9-11 happened one of the first things I thought was "We've just been dumped." And what does a 14 year do when they get dumped? Cry a lot and then get sulky. And then think of a way to get revenge.
Hmmm...still sounds like a good analogy to me.
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