You guys!
I totally wanted to blog today about the craziness I mentioned ... I don't know... like two or three days ago now? (it might be less. My internal calendar has called it quits so I have no clue what day it is anymore). Anyhow. I'm not going to because I just got through working for five and half hours. Yes! Working. On. A. Sunday.
I'm so not happy about that. And I'm tired. And my spawnlings are dramatically splayed across the kitchen floor, gripping spoons in their hands, and whining about how they have not been fed in days. DAYS, they tell me. Apparently, they want dinner.
So. A quick few things -- just randomness that is in my brain at the moment:
* I have a treadmill. About a month ago, I decided I was going to trade my treadmill in at a used exercise equipment store for a stationary bike. I think I may have blogged this. A week later, while left alone (which should NOT be a problem) --- Shaggy and one of his friends SOMEHOW managed to allow a football to suck itself up under the tread, where it shot out of the top of the engine casing and flew across the room. This, while Shaggy was running full speed (to see how fast he could go before eating it? I have no idea). Thus, I have a BROKEN treadmill now. It has a warranty. They have not called Mr. Clean back and I'm not getting involved because after five seconds, I just melt into a mass of cursing and stomping. But this isn't what I'm getting at...
Today, while I was working, Mr. Clean and the spawnlings moved the treadmill into my bedroom so they could put up the Christmas tree in the living room. I just walked into my bedroom to go to the bathroom... and promptly ran directly into it (in the dark) and ate it. Like the spaz that I am. I also just informed Mr. Clean that he's going to have to buy some reflective tape or something because the idea of repeating this every night (which I WILL do, undoubtedly) is just not going to work for me.
Of course, if he actually does that.... I'm going to wake up in the middle of the night, see the glow-in-the-dark tape and then promptly freak because Oh-My-God!-Someone-Is-In-My-House! You watch. I will. At least twice.
* My Christmas wreath made entirely of giant jingle bells that normally hangs between the front door and the front screen door will no longer hang there because of the new door (and lack of chain on the new screen door). I have hung it on the inside door knob -- you know, because in case someone walks in my house, I will now hear them a mile away. Most, if not all, of the people I know will applaud this change as they all hated, HATED that wreath because they are taller than me and it'd bash them in the head if they weren't careful. It's just one of the joys of being short.
* I ate an entire bowl of popcorn while I worked. I now feel like I'm going to hurl. I can't believe I did that. Blech.
* Mr. Clean is thrilled for all the overtime I'm getting at work now that my employee is out on maternity leave (a freaking week early!). I'm So Not Thrilled. I may hurt him if he tells me how thrilled he is again. I really may. Or I might show him how to do my job and let HIM enjoy the OT, while I sit back on the couch reading a book and picking my toes. Personally, I think that sounds like a better deal. Then he can be as thrilled as he wants for all that extra money.
* I have been reading the same book for almost a month now. I have not taken this long to read a single book in years. YEARS. It depresses me.
* I have not written a single word on my manuscript for a week now. The idea of training Mr. Clean to do my job in stealth is looking better and better....
* As good as it sounds, I'll never let him do my job because I'd be annoyingly anxious about it being done right... so instead of sitting back and enjoying the rest, I'd hang over his shoulder and point out everything he wasn't doing Just Like I Do It.
Craziness tomorrow. Really!
I totally wanted to blog today about the craziness I mentioned ... I don't know... like two or three days ago now? (it might be less. My internal calendar has called it quits so I have no clue what day it is anymore). Anyhow. I'm not going to because I just got through working for five and half hours. Yes! Working. On. A. Sunday.
I'm so not happy about that. And I'm tired. And my spawnlings are dramatically splayed across the kitchen floor, gripping spoons in their hands, and whining about how they have not been fed in days. DAYS, they tell me. Apparently, they want dinner.
So. A quick few things -- just randomness that is in my brain at the moment:
* I have a treadmill. About a month ago, I decided I was going to trade my treadmill in at a used exercise equipment store for a stationary bike. I think I may have blogged this. A week later, while left alone (which should NOT be a problem) --- Shaggy and one of his friends SOMEHOW managed to allow a football to suck itself up under the tread, where it shot out of the top of the engine casing and flew across the room. This, while Shaggy was running full speed (to see how fast he could go before eating it? I have no idea). Thus, I have a BROKEN treadmill now. It has a warranty. They have not called Mr. Clean back and I'm not getting involved because after five seconds, I just melt into a mass of cursing and stomping. But this isn't what I'm getting at...
Today, while I was working, Mr. Clean and the spawnlings moved the treadmill into my bedroom so they could put up the Christmas tree in the living room. I just walked into my bedroom to go to the bathroom... and promptly ran directly into it (in the dark) and ate it. Like the spaz that I am. I also just informed Mr. Clean that he's going to have to buy some reflective tape or something because the idea of repeating this every night (which I WILL do, undoubtedly) is just not going to work for me.
Of course, if he actually does that.... I'm going to wake up in the middle of the night, see the glow-in-the-dark tape and then promptly freak because Oh-My-God!-Someone-Is-In-My-House! You watch. I will. At least twice.
* My Christmas wreath made entirely of giant jingle bells that normally hangs between the front door and the front screen door will no longer hang there because of the new door (and lack of chain on the new screen door). I have hung it on the inside door knob -- you know, because in case someone walks in my house, I will now hear them a mile away. Most, if not all, of the people I know will applaud this change as they all hated, HATED that wreath because they are taller than me and it'd bash them in the head if they weren't careful. It's just one of the joys of being short.
* I ate an entire bowl of popcorn while I worked. I now feel like I'm going to hurl. I can't believe I did that. Blech.
* Mr. Clean is thrilled for all the overtime I'm getting at work now that my employee is out on maternity leave (a freaking week early!). I'm So Not Thrilled. I may hurt him if he tells me how thrilled he is again. I really may. Or I might show him how to do my job and let HIM enjoy the OT, while I sit back on the couch reading a book and picking my toes. Personally, I think that sounds like a better deal. Then he can be as thrilled as he wants for all that extra money.
* I have been reading the same book for almost a month now. I have not taken this long to read a single book in years. YEARS. It depresses me.
* I have not written a single word on my manuscript for a week now. The idea of training Mr. Clean to do my job in stealth is looking better and better....
* As good as it sounds, I'll never let him do my job because I'd be annoyingly anxious about it being done right... so instead of sitting back and enjoying the rest, I'd hang over his shoulder and point out everything he wasn't doing Just Like I Do It.
Craziness tomorrow. Really!
