Call me crazy if you must. 🙂
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uec35ppYLIc
Call me crazy if you must. 🙂
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uec35ppYLIc
I just read a blog post here called, “Ever Feel Like Giving Up?” The title caught my eye.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve sat at my desk and thought this. When I get stuck (aka when I think I should be able to wrap my head around something that I just can’t), I think it.
I just read a blog post here called, “Ever Feel Like Giving Up?” The title caught my eye.
I’m not sure how many times I’ve sat at my desk and thought this. When I get stuck (aka when I think I should be able to wrap my head around something that I just can’t), I think it. When things pile up on my desk or everyone seems to want something (one right after the other), when someone’s missing and people are asking me questions they’d normally ask that person, or when I am just bored, I feel like giving up (being an IT person, in particular).
Conversely, I enjoy web design, which I have been having to do TONS of (amid “Is it done yet?” prompts from my ever-patient boss). I enjoy helping people who really “don’t get it” even more than I don’t. I even like training, even though I complain a lot about it (it’s anticipated repetition, even though no two training classes are the same).
Pushing myself on in the midst of adversity, I find, gives me an unexpected sense of accomplishment. So even though I sometimes do feel like giving up (don’t we all feel like giving up sometimes?), I don’t.
Please tell me I’m not the only parent in the world having to ask every day where their child’s glasses are. What makes it more fun is having two houses to spread the possibilities between, along with school. Eventually, the glasses were found, but only after several phone calls asking if they’d been found yet, and after looking around my house just in case we were not really sure where they had been seen last.
I have trouble finding my own stuff.
Also, today’s 3rd grade math assignment. Ugh. We spend 6 questions talking about mythical “cubic units” and then question 7 asks: “If Bob makes a cube that is 3″ on each side, how many units is it?”
All I want to know is whether or not “No idea!” is a legitimate response on a 3rd grade homework assignment (my handwriting; not hers). lol Or, is it just “1”? I mean, maybe Bob’s cubic units are in 3″ allotments.
I have found the most amazing wine. It’s not the slightest bit spicey, which I think is amazing for a red wine. It’s smooth like a rose, but it is full-bodied like a red.
It also has an alcohol content of 14 some-odd %, which I guess I should be feeling after one glass of wine, but I really don’t. I even said to Ian, “I’m not sure there’s much alcohol in this,” where he said, “Check the label” and there it was.
It’s a nice after dinner, “I want to relax” sort of wine.
I found this wine at the Whole Foods Market. They were having a big sampling in the store, but first, I saw it on the shelf. Someone had just come over and specifically searched for it in the wine racks after tasting it. A word with my personal wine expert revealed that the price was right and it might be interesting to try, so I grabbed it.
Then I went to the tasting counter and tasted it.
It’s nice when you can sample wine before taking it with you.
Naturally, since it came from the Whole Foods Market, it’s organic. I wonder if that makes a difference to the taste in the end. The rest of their food is very nice, if not incredibly expensive here and there (especially in the cheese aisle!).
The disappointment about the Sex and the City Movie, is the character development of “Big”, Carrie’s fiance. He gets cold feet because of a comment from Carrie’s friend, who’s having marital difficulties. I won’t spoil it if you haven’t seen it, but seriously, they could have done a better job on this character.
Some of the scenes which were meant to be funny (I’m only guessing so because the characters in the movie are laughing) were just not funny. I’m sorry, but a girl pooing her pants is not funny.
Other than that, the movie is fine. The reason I rented it was because I wanted to see how Carrie and Big turned out in the end.
“You’re The One” 🙂

“Mom?”
“Yes?” I respond from the living room, where I am cuddled up with my warm blanket and a book, and paging through channels on the television.
I don’t know why I bother responding. Somehow I can hear her when she calls my name from the shower, but she cannot hear me.
I put down the footstool of the chair I’m sitting it, put down the stuff in my lap and walk into the bath.
“What did you need?” I ask.
“Mom? What are the two things that cause hiccups?”
(ergh)
http://www.faceinhole.com/show.asp?id=833c37d92e9256370
(clicky)
If your sinuses are full enough, pressing on them can make your nose run.
I ran out of entertainment between trying to stay awake and trying not to throw up.
What can I say?
Last night, I blew up my blog.
I called 9-1-1. The Masked Avenger intercepted my plea for help, swooped down, waved his magic wand and rescued the day.
Thank you, Masked Avenger.