Bits and pieces of flotsam and jetsom:

1. American Idol sucks hard this year. Despite all appearances, I don’t usually follow this show. I don’t! Why won’t you believe me? (cough*davidcookinfatuation*cough) But like I said earlier, I’m in need of a shared experience so I am watching and twittering along with my Cookie pals (and some others) while watching. Trainwreck, y’all. It’s badddd. I really thought Ellen would add to the season by sharing the performance aspect since that’s her experience but nope. She’s the non-loopy Paula. Randy? Still f’ing useless. Dag. I despise that man for being a punk ass chump. Kara embarrasses me as a woman (honey, get some help, please) and Simon is just Simon and he’s the only opinion anyone cares about. I joined a pool and last night totally blew myself out of the water by gaining just ONE point out of twenty. Yeesh. (And yes, I will still watch. It’s not like I have a life or anything.)

2. Decluttering starts this weekend! My friend Christine is coming over to help me get a spine and throw some stuff out and/or give it away. Doing Duty’s room first because it’s the room where various and sundry peeps have “lived” and I’ve just thrown random crap all over it. Time to get some of it gone.

3. I need to get my ass in gear re: Practically Intuitive. I’ve been farting around for a month or so and haven’t updated it or done much to publicize it. I did, however, order preety business cards! Woot!

4. Muse is apparently wrapped up in something of which I know not and I think I’m gonna have to figure out how to be creative even when they are not around. Always lessons in the absences, yes?

5. My two year old self (code name: Beezus) is definitely throwing a tantrum. Need to figure out why. Pretty sure part of it is because her playmate (see #4) has poofed for a bit and she’s sad. (Gives her a hug and reminds her to keep walking and know that they’ll catch up. Always have.)

6. I wanna go on vacation like half my damn office – one’s in the Bahamas, one’s in New York, two are in Florida, one is in Wyoming – sheesh. And here I sit thinking about decluttering. This is the life, kids.

(/whining)

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Remember my other “Oh hell, I’m in a fog” post? I’m there again, a mere fifteen days later. Not even floaties last night could help. Outside of one thing going on that I can’t control, stuff is fine so I don’t know what the damn fog is all about. Work has been very busy and somewhat stressful but we’re on the down side of the week so that’s probably not it. I just feel … foggy. And grumpy. Nothing is making me happy at all. (Except whining which I do so love, as you know.) My two-year old was buying things again (a book and a new mouse) which is usually an indication that she’s not happy. Might be time to have a chat with her. Usually, floaties make her happy but that didn’t do it at all last night. (sigh)

Announcement: Cousin O’Cool and husband have asked me and Duty to be new baby’s godparents! WHEEE!! Duty has accepted this with a vengeance and has taken to calling himself “The Godfather” and told me in no uncertain terms yesterday that I cannot append the (boy) baby’s name with Bella.

(Backstory, Cousin O’Cool was hardcore into the Twilight series and got me reading it. When she announced she was pregnant, I was sure (SURE!) it was a girl and that she must be called Bella. But, uh, not a girl or else it’s a girl with a dangly bit. At any rate, I planned to call him (whatever name they choose)Bella. (Like: Peterbella or JoeBella … you get the idea.) Cousin loves and indulges my whimsy but not THE GODFATHER. (Since he doesn’t read this here blog, I’ll mention off the cuff that he has what we will call “gender issues” – going completely nuts if they put a bow on Max or something. See? Issues.))

So, I plan to call my baby (something)Bella just not in front of The Godfather Duty. (tee hee) Debut of (name)Bella? End of this month. There is baby-holding in my future and you know how happy that makes me. (Happy Happy Joy Joy)

I missed some good memeage over at Gal’s so I plan to be stealing from her soon. Glad she’s in a happy posting mood. I need some creative juice. (Where can I buy that in a bottle?)

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I should probably start keeping track of this recurring feeling because I seem to think that I experienced this exact same thing not so long ago. It’s not my meds, it’s not what’s going on in my life (or even what isn’t), it’s not work. I just don’t know what the deal is. Oh well. This, (also) too, shall pass. Perhaps once the pool at the gym is repaired, life will go back to normal. One thing my coach pointed out to me was that since water = emotion, being in the pool (for me, emo gal of the world) is where I feel most safe and comfortable. Take that away and my spazzy two year old (let’s call her Fifi) throws a fit. And Fifi has been making her presence known of late. (I think she’s the one getting all pissy at work. I will blame her entirely.)

Am still getting used to the fancy new laptop. One stray thumb out of place on the mouse pad and that cursor just goes all over the place. Plus, the screen (if not my future) is so bright, I should wear shades. Gotta love these stupid first world problems.

Decided to bail on “Breaking Bad” – I’m sure it’s a good show but I don’t need anything to drag me down right now. Maybe I’ll revisit it in the future. Oh holy cow! I just saw “Thirtysomething” available on Netflix – and I don’t even have to wait for it – it’s one of those streamable ones! YEY! I used to love that show. On Tuesday nights, with “Moonlighting” at nine and “Thirtysomething” at ten. I used to watch it on my little black and white television. (Feels really old just watching it. Before computers, cell phones …. wow.)

Now that I’ve bored you to death, I’ll stop here.

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Chello again!

I am still not typing this from my new laptop but hope to be doing that soon. My little Dell Inspiron looks like a netbook compared to that big ass thing but it will be lovely to watch movies on it. I am just having a very small issue with the mouse. As in it’s off kilter a bit and I keep poking it with my thumb and it does something wonky to the screen. I better practice a bit. Also too, I fully admit that my cats sort of climb over the keyboard as I’m typing and I don’t want my new toy full of cat hair so soon.

Work has been deadly quiet lately which isn’t overly bad but when I’m bored at work, I tend to snack. I’m trying to find something to do (hence the long blog post from yesterday) but I can only look busy for so long then I want to get up and start wandering about. Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll find something fun and constructive to do.

In other just-as-boring news, my dog is driving me insane. We are pretty sure that his hearing is not all there (he’s 14 so it’s sort of expected) but that’s not what’s bugging me. It’s his new thing of coming into the room (wherever I am) and staring at me or lifting a paw and dragging it over the chair where I’m sitting. In the past, I’ve taken that as his signal that he’d like to go out for some business time. But when he does this, like, five times in a row and he’s already been out, I have no idea what he’s trying to convey. And it annoys me. He doesn’t do this to Duty. Just me. Oh joy! Oh rapture! I already feel like the pied piper with two cats and a dog following me everywhere (even to the bathroom) but now I have to decode Max’s morse code? What am I? A psychic? heh

Well, it’s official – I will return to my “usual” 8:30-5pm work schedule next week. It’s been just about a year that I was put on reduced schedule and after lots of wrangling by my boss(es), I was returned to full time. So, yey!

The Good: my bank account took a 25% hit last year which only came to my attention late last year when I noticed a distinct lack of cash in my possession.

The Bad: I love my morning farting around time. LOVE IT. I’ll miss getting up at 7, drinking coffee and playing online until I have to get in the shower at 8:35. And I will especially miss packing up and leaving at 4:30. Ah well. It will be good to get (most of) my salary back. See, in order to do this and get it passed by the Powers that Be (i.e. Headquarters), they had to swap out my salary with idiot boy sales assistant who is getting his hours reduced down to 30. And he makes less than me (but not by much – Geez) so I am still down about $3000 than the salary I came in at. But, that’s better than being down the 25% of last year. If Idiot Boy decides to bail, they won’t re-hire for his position (they should never have brought him on in the first place) and I’ll go back to where I was initially. We shall see.

The Ugly: More time spent with whiny co-worker (who is lately in high whine mode. Everything she says has the energy of “I’m sorry” – I just want to smack her.) Plus, I will have to take back some duties I was able to step away from when my hours were reduced. Bleah. I like farting around.

Anyway, that starts next week but since I’m off Monday, Tuesday (HAL!) and Wednesday, I’ll ease back into it with a two day work week. I like that idea.

and I am left without anyone to inspire me. Teh horror!

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Did I already whine about not being able to buy presents for people? (Yes, Lisa. You did.) It feels like I totally half-assed Christmas, you know? I got two presents for Duty because he is horrifically hard to buy for, two for Luke (not hard to buy for), one for family member whose name I picked (and who didn’t put anything on his amazon list so had to beg his mother to find out what to get him. Ah! The joys of the season!) and … that’s it. Nothing for Duty’s family as they generally don’t exchange gifts, nothing for any other members of my family …. nothing for the pets. I did get some present ya-ya’s out when I went shopping for the family we adopted and even got to buy baby clothes! (Counts her blessings.)

The snow is pretty much all shoveled to the sides now but it will definitely be a white christmas. (Big rain is coming this weekend so flooding is possible. (gets out mud boots)) It looked very pretty though and I only almost slipped 30 times walking from the parking garage to the office yesterday! YEY!)

Okay, this is some serious ass whining. Sorry.

Snarkela out.

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This is exactly the kind of day when it’s going to be hard work holding the vibration of joy. I’m tired because I watched an episode of Intervention before going to bed (I know, what the hell was I thinking?) and then couldn’t get to sleep. After coming back downstairs, farting around online, drinking coffee (I know, what the hell was I thinking?), I finally managed to fall asleep around 2am. Woke up all groggy and blarghy.

Gal, thanks for helping me understand my weird OCD around fonts and whatnot. You’re right – my writing and presentation thereof is a reflection of me and so I want it to show on the outside how my soul really is on the inside. (Thank goodness I don’t have that same standard of measure for my cluttery house!) I spent an hour last night again futzing with templates and finally forced myself to just pick ONE and go with it. I don’t know what my issue is but I have to get past it on this.

And here’s a GRRR I encountered yesterday and was thisclose to saying something but thanks to my Angels intercession, I had to turn away and force myself to just be quiet. A client was in the office and the broker wished them Happy Holidays to which they said “I prefer to say Merry Christmas” (and honestly, WTF? How about you just be a nice person and say “the same to you” because the intent is for your happiness, mmmkay?). Evangelical Christian co-worker (the one who thinks I am the devil in disguise) says “Oh, I am so glad to hear you say that!”. I wanted to turn to both the client AND EC C-W and say “Saying Happy Holidays is a way to respect ALL faiths, not just yours which you seem to think must be followed by everyone else.” It just pissed me off. (trying hard to avert a longer rant). Damn. Must everyone be so fucking closed minded?

Long story somewhat shorter: Angels pretty much put masking tape on my mouth and said “Turn away now and just be quiet!” and so I did because while I may be Satan’s minion some days, my angels always win out.

BTW, I ate all the cookies I had left. And am 900000 pounds now.