The ball just dropped and they are there are people on their terraces blowing noise makers, yelling. My husband and son went up to the roof to watch the fireworks. Glad I'm watching Times Square on t.v. I've lived in New York all my life and have never been there on New Year's Eve. I continue to keep up the tradition of staying home.
I'm finally discovering what's so good about a laptop. You can take it to another place. I've been talking about closing the bedroom door so I could go to a quiet place. My husband is driving me f-ing crazy. He's taping yet another science/history/whatever show he won't watch. He tapes lots of useless stuff. How did I marry a man I have nothing in common with. Of course he has nothing in common with anyone on this planet.
When I woke up today I wanted to go back to sleep to hopefully get "back" into my dream. You were in it and it was so exciting. Didn't realize that I still have a major crush on you. After I saw you y0u left a message on my machine and I said to someone "see it was [you]" and I was trying to find the number to call you back. Alas for now I can only see you from afar -- who am I kidding if I saw you up close it would probably scare the crap out of me and you wouldn't notice me anyway. But to dream. Oh what fun.
to anyone and everyone who has been pissing me off you know who you are. And if you don't get your heads from up your ass and figure it out. I'm sick and tired of being the good guy, the nice one, the one who puts up with all your garbage. I have more baggage than Innovation Luggage and I don't ask you to carry any of my bags. It would be nice if you volunteered once in a while though.
I have to stop thinking my lap top is a desk top. It was very useful to take it into the other room. So you want to watch the news but you're sitting at the desktop typing in laundry lists or some other nonsense. The air is a lot fresher in this room. And I don't have to see your face. So I can avoid you just as much without having to be in the room. Never underestimate the power of a closed door.
Let's see if you're as dumb as I think you are you'll eventually try to come in here and make nice.
sucker...I love it when I'm right. You just came in here and said "oh you're on your computer" and I said "what did you think I was doing" and you said "praying" as I gave you a nasty look and put the screen down -- gee has a familiarity to it like when you're writing in your diary and when I enter the room you scurry away like a rat to put into your locked trunk. And you told me "Leno was on" yeah as if you ever cared about t.v. You'd never come into the bedroom to tell me that if I hadn't taken my computer and closed the door. Like f-ing duh I'm on my computer as if you didn't see me take it, put it under my arm and leave the room. You're not getting any tonight either because that's another one of your tactics when I ingore you you'll go out of your way to be "interested". I'm going to lay down now you want to join me later -- no and I can't wait to buy a bigger bed. I'm ready to put it on a credit card just for a good nights sleep. I deserve it.
I bought a bed. My husband was shocked. He's not used to the fact that when I say I want something -- if it's within my power to get it, I just get it. I figured that Amex has given me enough credit never mind once I'm working it will probably take me the entire year to pay them off. But I couldn't take it anymore. Waking up with back pain. I should have gotten the firm mattress first time around. Well this time it's firm and a king size. I consider it an investment. The last time I had a good night's sleep was on the last Christian retreat I "worked" at when a bunch of us took over the pastor and his wife's bedroom. That was the best king sized bed in the world. I need to start taking care of myself. Not only getting a good night's sleep but losing the weight that's unfortunately crept up on me from sitting on my ass. Managed to walk down a couple of steps the other day but I'm still taking it easy.
Before I opened up the freezer and a box of peas fell out onto my foot. Thank goodness it wasn't the same one.
Better days have to be ahead.
I started my diet in earnest yesterday. Now I found out that our cable has "exercise on demand." Just perfect for me 13 minute work outs. There's no way around it and I have to stop blaming the dryer but I've put on way too much sitting around. Time to get back into the real world. Time to go back to church. Time to go back to the things that keep me sane and happy.
Do I dare say I'm back in the saddle again? Went to the doctor yesterday who told me that I should start moving and that I was supposed to be exercising. No he didn't tell me that the last time. Anyway, I walked to the doctor's and back -- about a mile. Today my friend picked me up and we went out to lunch. She's a minister/sister/good friend and as warped as I am. Today we were looking in a Christian bookstore and I said "gee this place reminds me of a 7-11 there's so much junk food. I don't get it. A bizillion books on how to pray -- why not just pray? A bizillion books on how to read the Bible -- why not just read the Bible. A bizillion books on understanding Christianity -- pretty simple to me. It's hard to believe that in April it will be four years since this prodigal came back home. Yep, God has a sense of humor all right.
PS How cool. Since I last posted an entry there are all these new fonts and emoticons.
Okay you self righteous ass when you need to use the bathroom in an emergency tonight after you've eaten all the junk I told you not to since you were so sick -- I hope you take a dump in your pants -- because I won't get off the toilet.
So I'm lying in my bed as dizzy as hell this morning. My son comes in and says "how do you feel" and I said "awful I want to die" and he said "well if I tell Dad he's going to say yeah or oh she always feels awful" so I said "Dad is an idiot" and he said "Dad isn't an idiot" and then he looked at me and he said "you're right Dad is an idiot most of the time" so I started to laugh and then my son said "do you feel better better now?"
I'm being chased by someone who wants me to work for them and I'm enjoying the game. As in not calling them back, sending e-mail. It probably isn't nice to jerk around with a lawyer's head but considering how many of them jerked me around all these years it is a just dessert. First the monotone office person called and left a message on my voice mail. She sounded as excited as someone opening up their Christmas present and finding underwear which is why I didn't call her back. And then one of the partners called me himself and left a witty message saying how he was one of the partners who wants to get me to work for him. So I let him hang and finally wrote him an e-mail telling him I had checked him out -- his firm and as much personal info as I could get and even gave him my home number. He never called but around 15 minutes ago the underwear receiving lady called again and said you got my e-mail. My question is why would I want to talk to someone who sounds so miserable. I mean I can find any lawyer to make me miserable. I confess it's fun to be chased. And the upshot of it is you won't be able to afford me anyway. So let me have my fun.
I'm going into the city for a haircut. It's the first time I've seen my hairdresser since October. Back when I had what I thought was a good job. Tomorrow I have an interview. The lawyer that was chasing me finally caught me and it was with interesting bait. The office manager e-mailed me. She was the one who called twice before and I didn't call her back because she sounded so miserable. After the attorney called me and said he wanted to talk to me about working for him I was intrigued. The office manager also said in her e-mail that she was choir director et. al. involved with the music ministry -- I'm assuming at her church. That's when I took a good look at my resume and realized that I had listed singing in the choir as a source of joy and sanity and thought oh brother I should have taken this out as (1) I'm not singing in anyone's choir right now and (2) I sound like a religious fanatic. So when I e-mailed this woman back I said that if I didn't work with them could they use a second soprano. Today I spoke to her and she said let me get your paperwork and I said "I'm the Soprano". So what does this all mean. Could be that God is saying ahem I'm pointing you in this direction. It's in a neighborhood I love -- easy commute. They aren't paying big bucks but I've found out in life that if the are offering lots of money you have to swallow a lot of crap to get it. I should know as I spent two years with the boss from hell. I have to go out an buy something to fit me because I gained too much weight to get into the interview suit I bought. But I'm moving -- at last.
