Blog?ย Oh, yeah, sure, I guess I can blog. Don’t mind me, I’m a bit on the brain-dead side.ย But I did figure out how to make my blog dates and blogboard visible, thank you very much.ย I forgot how unnecessarily (I think) complicated adjusting the theme is.ย And it annoys me that I can’t […]
Fiddling While Candles Burn Read More ยป
So I’ve taken to chasing teachers out of my office with a big stick. I don’t like it, but it’s necessary. I gotta get my stuff done. But these are smart people I’m dealing with. They have found my weakness. One weakness, and I’m sure there will be more. Shirley figured out I bring last
I’m In Trouble Now Read More ยป
I staggered through.ย I fell asleep at my desk twice, on the couch in a co-worker’s office once, wiggled out of the scheduled training on the argument I couldn’t comprehend sentences, came home and fell asleep in the living room.ย Fixed Hope dinner and fell asleep.ย Put her to bed, and fell asleep. Hopefully today
Kids must have a flap of skin or an extra ear-drum or something.ย That’s the only way they can possibly stand the noise of a place like Chuck E Cheese. Lacking that flap, my head is still ringing.ย But the munchkin had a blast, and since it was–well, the day before her birthday–that’s what’s important.
A Ringing in the Ears Read More ยป
Not blogging last night was a conscious decision. I looked at the fact it was after 11 before I finished the scene I was working on, factored in the fact I couldn’t think of a darn thing to blog, and that I had to work today, and decided not to blog.ย So in order to
I Meant to Do That! Read More ยป
How do you spell a scream of aggravation, frustration, gratitude (I think) and most other -tions you can come up with? My hard drive died last night.ย And while I’m very happy that I lost almost nothing (I think, please God) I have spent most of the last twenty-four hours trying to get back where
How Do You Spell That? Read More ยป
We got one today. Well, two, a mom and daughter, and “refugee” was the right term for those poor people. The daughter was skittish, not surprising. And the mom–I have never seen, nor do I hope to ever see, anyone who looked more soul-tired than that poor woman. I had to rein myself in so