Friday Confessions.
It’s that post-holiday funk over here. Zero ambition + desire to lie in bed and listen to the rain = lack of productivity. So there’s an overall miasma of faint not-getting-it-done guilt. Also:
I am addicted to Flickr. Who knew I’d like looking at random photos so much?
I totally didn’t read The Red Badge of Courage, although I kind of tried. My students and I all agreed that it was a completely dire book. I made sure that they had all the basic plot points. Then we discussed the situation that started the war, and they took sides as the North, the South, and England, and solved their problems through discussion instead of bloodshed. Poor little England. She eventually sold out for a one-time sale price on cotton.
I cannot stop eating the holiday goodies. Evidently, my baking frenzy went on way too long, because there’s too much delicious baked stuff here. I think I may take what’s left into work and let everyone else have a random free-for-all.
Anyone else?
Some Stuff | Liz January 4, 2008
By Arwen, January 5, 2008 @ 1:39 am
Getting it done is overrated.
By Arwen, January 5, 2008 @ 1:40 am
Except for Guitar Hero. Getting THAT done is Key.
By gen, January 5, 2008 @ 9:50 am
I had an ridiculous hissy fit yesterday, complete with tears and sulks when I discovered that my darling husband had felted my black wool sweater. It of course happened just before we left to go to my parents’ house for dinner and my mom being my mom knew immediately that something was up, got know response from me and apparently asked Ryan. He then had to admit to the heinous crime of sweater murder at which point my mom laughed. I can’t even say I was PMSing as that all happened while I was at the in-laws over Christmas.
By gen, January 5, 2008 @ 9:51 am
I also just used “know” when it should have been “no.” I need to pay closer attention to me grammar.
By rachel, January 5, 2008 @ 11:53 am
gen—my husband once ruined a very nice sweater of mine by putting it in the dryer. I was telling my coworkers about this, and noticed they were all gaping at me in astonishment. Finally one of them blurted out: “Your husband does LAUNDRY?? Wow!”
Well worth the price of a sweater, now and again.
By rachel, January 5, 2008 @ 11:54 am
And I’ve learned to keep my nice clothes out of his way.
By Liz, January 5, 2008 @ 3:01 pm
Dr Liz says Gen’s meltdown was actually caused by too much time with the inlaws and not enough decompression time. I think it’s called Displacement Trauma or something. But I might have made it up.
I have never done E’s laundry. He might start thinking it was actually my job. And then I’d have to lay the beats to him, and it would all end in tears. Plus, I am not meticulous enough for him. I wash my whites with light colours. (shock, horror)