Friday Confessions.
We’ve had more sun than rain this week, so my Vitamin D levels remain stable. My belly dancing class may start as early as next week. Everything’s happy over here. However (there’s always a however) I do have to confess some stuff.
1) Way too much processed food at work. No microwave or fridge makes meals a little challenging, and I got lazy. I don’t usually eat so poorly, and I’ve noticed my energy flagging. So I’m declaring a moratorium on cup-a-soup, rice cakes with fake cheese powder on them, and just-add-water hot chocolate. More salads for me, more roughage, more fruit.
2) Too many nights of noodles and butter at 10PM. Not even belly dancing can save this podge, if this keeps up.
3) The library is back! I’ve ignored housework, marking, and even E in favour of the new JD Robb thriller.
4) I sort of like the gnomes my landlord put in the garden. At first, their empty-eyed vacant smiles creeped me right out, but now I think they’re sort of cute.
5) I am so PMSsey I’m crying at TV ads. Even the car ads I normally mock.
Enough outta me. Anyone else do anything this week?
Some Stuff | Liz October 26, 2007
By Arwen, October 26, 2007 @ 8:28 am
1) I am feeling so lazy that even typing a confession seems like a lot of work.
2) Last night some dude accidentally set of the fire alarm. (John heard two guys in the hall drunkenly talking for about a half hour, then say “Oh, SHIT!” and the alarm start, and then the door slam.) We were both too lazy to get the children awake and down 11 flights of stairs, even though I considered the possibility that “Oh, SHIT!” meant “There is smoke guttering out of my suite” instead of “I set off the alarm.” Rather than taking my children to safety, I concentrated on imagining what karmic retributions might be justified upon the heads of drunk-talkin’ door-slammin’ alarm-ringers.
(( It was, indeed, a false alarm. ))
By gen, October 26, 2007 @ 9:36 am
1) All I ate on Wed. was a granola bar and then a handful of pasta with peas at 8:30.
2) My house cleaning has consisted of me trying to clean via wrinkling my nose and twitching it a la “I Dream of Genie” and then I get upset when it doesn’t work.
3) I watch way too much tv and have started a hit list of people and children’s characters that I want to gently but firmly remove from this world.
4) I need to start exercising but am too lazy to register for mom and baby yoga so I decided to just bounce Imogen on my stomach and call that exercise.
5) I really, really, really want to be flat chested and never wear a bra again.
By rachel, October 26, 2007 @ 12:30 pm
Flat-chestedness has a lot of unsung benefits, in fact, but I do have to say that my boobs, post-childbirth and breastfeeding, require a bra. Not that I have boobs, but my not-boobs are really… annoying** without something to hold them in place. If I were lying down all day, I reckon a paperweight would do. Since I’m expected to get up and walk around, I must instead wad the damn things into some sort of bra. And the bra has not yet been invented that is shaped anything like my not-boobs.
** Gratuitous grotesqueries omitted. There’s TMI, and then there’s TM-fuckin’-I.
By Liz, October 26, 2007 @ 1:41 pm
Arwen, you had enough evidence to make the call. “Oh, SHIT” for setting a false alarm has a whole different vibe than an “Oh, SHIT” for a hotel fire. Incidentally, my brother and his colleagues were woken up by a real fire that the philosophers’ conference last December.
Gen, you only gently want to remove them from the world? You still have a way to go. I think it’s the pitch of some of the voices and music. It gets into my lizard brain or something.
Rachel, I remember being relatively flat-chested and looking at padded bras as an option. Hoo, boy. No one should have to stuff themselves into some of those shapes.
By rachel, October 26, 2007 @ 4:08 pm
Are your gnomes visible from the street? Because I’m so lame, I actually went looking for them this afternoon. But either I suck at “Where’s Gnorman?” or they’re in the back. Or I was so distracted by El Chiquito Destructo that I just missed them.
By gen, October 26, 2007 @ 6:41 pm
I’ve been thinking about the gnomes all day. I am thinking that I might need to put one on the balcony. I was thinking suspending it somehow so that s/he can be seen from the skytrain. Are there she gnomes? If not how do gnomes reproduce?
By Liz, October 26, 2007 @ 6:51 pm
Rachel, they’re extremely hidden from the front of the house. Possibly if you climbed a tree at exactly the right location in Tatlow Park, you’d see maybe one of them.
There are females, Gen. I assume they reproduce sexually, although I would prefer to never ever see that. Do we need to go gnome shopping? You could do a whole tableau facing the skytrain.
By Beth, October 26, 2007 @ 11:58 pm
I am actually feeling proud of myself for this week. I made it to the gym twice this week. Considering I’ve had gone twice in the last six weeks, I’m doing well. I stayed late last night and almost got caught up on marking. I finally feel on top of things at work which hasn’t happened since September. And tonight I actually cooked a meal. I am sure that there are many things I’m not proud of this week, but I refuse to rain on my own parade.
By stephanie, October 27, 2007 @ 8:10 am
I had peanut butter and crackers for dinner last night after I spent the afternoon bowling and getting drunk. It was our work Halloween party. I could have left early to go get some things accomplished, but instead I went to the happy hour and kept drinking.
Funny you should mention gnomes. There was one on the outside patio at the bar. I’ve never seen a gnome in that setting before.
By elswhere, October 27, 2007 @ 10:05 am
Long work-related whine/confession to follow:
I’ve succeeded in promoting the library sufficiently that I now have more to do in the next 2 weeks than I can possibly accomplish or prepare for well. I’m bound to fall on my face in some way. Will it be when the local reporters come to the teen crraft event that involves making something I don’t know how to make? Will it be when I’m teaching a database {that I’ve never used) to a high school class? Or will it be when I’m promoting a bunch of teen choiice awward nominees, only one-third of which I’ve had time to read??
And will it all happen while RW’s mom is visiting?
Yah, most probably all of the above.
(Reminds me of my first couple years at my old job, when every time someone wandered into the library between classes and commented on how nice and quiet it was, I felt compelled to start planning another big event just to prove I was doing something. But did we learn from this mistake? No, apparently we did not.)
By cheesefairy, October 27, 2007 @ 11:42 am
Halloween candy. Someone stop me.
By Liz, October 27, 2007 @ 7:11 pm
Beth, very well done! It’s so nice to feel caught up. And that’s two times more than I made it to the gym.
Stephanie, peanut butter and crackers is nutritious. Besides, it’s a drunk dinner, not gourmet. Just think, if you’d tried to cook, you might’ve burnt yourself. PB and crackers was the only sensible choice.
Elswhere, you have a lot on your plate. It’ll be okay, I’m sure. You just have to wing it. A lot. Is there a list of the teen choice nominees somewhere? I’d like to see it, if there is.
By gen, October 28, 2007 @ 8:08 pm
Actually, I might also be able to help with the teen choice nominees. I would also be willing to ‘help’ and read anything that you can’t get to yourself.
By elswhere, October 29, 2007 @ 6:56 am
Thanks so much! That is really, really nice of both of you. I’m actually doing okay plowing through them—I won’t have them all read like I wanted to, but enough to fill up the presentation time.
But if you want to play along at home, here’s the list:
http://www.stellaraward.ca/2008/booklist.php
By Liz, October 29, 2007 @ 9:44 am
(Scuttles off to the library)