Pot pourri
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ysobelleI’m a naughty girl, and I’m probably going to regret everything in a few months. Oh well.
Having said that, I’m chipper about the Seder. Thanks to all who’ve already given suggestions, and keep ‘em coming. Tentatively, I think we’re at over a dozen people so far in less than 24 hours. That’s lovely, and I’m quite happy about it.
Just finished watching A&E’s "Pride & Prejudice." Note to self: do not watch sappy romantic productions late at night. No good can come of it, no matter what you may be looking forward to in the future.
Most importantly today, however, is that I paid my first visit to Curves. I won’t say it was effortless, but I managed to talk the entire way through, and even had to slow down at one point as my heart rate was too high. Yay, enthusiasm! I was the only person on the circuit by the end, but Annette, the trainer, stayed with me almost the whole way through. She was impressed that I remembered the proper way to hold my feet in the leg machine, and that I said it was exactly like riding a horse: toes in and up. I also, of course, used my time to good advantage by telling her all about the Wenches Guild. I think next time, I may wear my red T. I have to say I was surprised Lars made such a comparatively quick winnowing of the logos—he’s usually not that decisive. Not to say he can’t be, just that he usually chooses not to. In a way, I’m glad he did. Otherwise, it’d drag on bloody well forever, and my breasts would be well past my knees before I had a pretty shirt with which to cover them. But please jesus we mustmustmust make sure SOMEONE proofs the thing before it goes to the printers. I love him like a house afire, but when he makes a spelling error, I want to incinerate him.
The kitten is progressing well. She doesn’t bite me nearly so often, rah rah. Nor does the dog try to eat her so often. In fact, the two of them have become great friends, despite the former’s occasionally trying to nurse off the latter, to the great confusion of both. I suppose, however, it’s a step up for the kitten: she used to try to nurse off the bathmat. What that must have tasted like I surely don’t wish to know.
There’s a lingering melancholy in me, I have to admit. I’m hoping it’s something the changing of the seasons will finally eradicate, but I think it’s partially a lingering sense of disappointment in many things, most of which are simply too maudlin to get into. Some will resolve themselves eventually, some I should just resign myself to after so many years, and some are simply a part of going through life and learning some bitter lessons.
I have a haiku in my brain, trying to get out. Maybe I’ll finish it later this evening….
Having said that, I’m chipper about the Seder. Thanks to all who’ve already given suggestions, and keep ‘em coming. Tentatively, I think we’re at over a dozen people so far in less than 24 hours. That’s lovely, and I’m quite happy about it.
Just finished watching A&E’s "Pride & Prejudice." Note to self: do not watch sappy romantic productions late at night. No good can come of it, no matter what you may be looking forward to in the future.
Most importantly today, however, is that I paid my first visit to Curves. I won’t say it was effortless, but I managed to talk the entire way through, and even had to slow down at one point as my heart rate was too high. Yay, enthusiasm! I was the only person on the circuit by the end, but Annette, the trainer, stayed with me almost the whole way through. She was impressed that I remembered the proper way to hold my feet in the leg machine, and that I said it was exactly like riding a horse: toes in and up. I also, of course, used my time to good advantage by telling her all about the Wenches Guild. I think next time, I may wear my red T. I have to say I was surprised Lars made such a comparatively quick winnowing of the logos—he’s usually not that decisive. Not to say he can’t be, just that he usually chooses not to. In a way, I’m glad he did. Otherwise, it’d drag on bloody well forever, and my breasts would be well past my knees before I had a pretty shirt with which to cover them. But please jesus we mustmustmust make sure SOMEONE proofs the thing before it goes to the printers. I love him like a house afire, but when he makes a spelling error, I want to incinerate him.
The kitten is progressing well. She doesn’t bite me nearly so often, rah rah. Nor does the dog try to eat her so often. In fact, the two of them have become great friends, despite the former’s occasionally trying to nurse off the latter, to the great confusion of both. I suppose, however, it’s a step up for the kitten: she used to try to nurse off the bathmat. What that must have tasted like I surely don’t wish to know.
There’s a lingering melancholy in me, I have to admit. I’m hoping it’s something the changing of the seasons will finally eradicate, but I think it’s partially a lingering sense of disappointment in many things, most of which are simply too maudlin to get into. Some will resolve themselves eventually, some I should just resign myself to after so many years, and some are simply a part of going through life and learning some bitter lessons.
I have a haiku in my brain, trying to get out. Maybe I’ll finish it later this evening….
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Date: 2004-02-17 04:56 pm (UTC)should probably check the guild board more often.
keep going with the Curves...I've got a few friends who go and it's really working well for them. Wish we had one here, but noooo. We just have coed mirrored places that for some reason are only open from 6-8 am and from 2-6pm, which makes it quite crowded and totally Not My Style.
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Date: 2004-02-17 05:09 pm (UTC)Good to know your kids are doing well, ya don't post much about them lately so I was wondering how it's all going :)
Take care sweetie!
Carrie/Shaelyn