Friday Confessions.
Some weeks are faster than others. This was a fast one. It felt like yesterday, I was all, “It’s still Tuesday?” and now the weekend is staring me in the face. And I do have a few things to confess. Nothing so bad. The body count didn’t get any higher.
1) I spent about a minute on what my sister-in-law wanted for her birthday. I went to Amazon.com and looked on her wish list. Yay for the deeply heartfelt gift that says, “Have a treatise on philosophy!” Because birthdays and philosophy go together like ice cream and ipecac. Or something.
2) I had some lovely dark chocolate. I ate it. Didn’t share it, and even kind of concealed it from the chocolate monster I live with.
3) I let E sleep on the couch until 8AM on Tuesday morning. He’d been at work until silly o’clock and fell asleep in front of Star Trek reruns. To be fair, I think he got a better sleep on the couch than I did in bed. I was wracked with coughing because I lacked the foresight to buy more cough syrup. It was the choice of waking both of us up every 15 minutes, or only me. Actually, there is nothing wrong with that. Well done, me.
4) I exaggerated slightly to get the turtle out of the Rubbermaid container and back into its natural habitat. I explained to my student’s dad that turtles carry salmonella, and I didn’t know, but wild ones might have even more diseases than pet store ones. If his son touched the turtle and then his mouth or even eye, he might catch something that would make him very sick indeed. I didn’t want to take any chances, but I had heard it was very, very dangerous to keep turtles as pets. Result: Turtle went back to the wild yesterday, and my student has less of a chance of violent diarrhea, abdominal cramps, fever, or vomiting.
So. What are you less than proud of this week?
Some Stuff | Liz September 21, 2007
By rachel, September 21, 2007 @ 2:58 pm
1) I confess to having been so preoccupied this week that it’s kind of a wonder I haven’t walked out into traffic. I almost took Byron to preschool with his pajama pants still on, because I was so not paying attention.
2) I confess to having driven Byron to preschool more than once this week. Even though it’s just, like, 8 blocks away. We are singlehandedly causing global warming.
3) I had one other confession but erased it because it wounded like bragging more than complaining. Let me just say: I hate the word “gifted”. Can we find another word? Please?
By rachel, September 21, 2007 @ 2:59 pm
Ha! It SOUNDED, not it WOUNDED. But wounded is curiously apropos.
By John, September 21, 2007 @ 3:09 pm
Rachel: Make “gifted” sound as dangerous to all involved as it potentially could be. How ‘bout “pre-weaponized?” Hmm… Make ‘em sound like they should be on that “Future Weapons” show on Discovery.
This week? Who KNOWS? I’ve been in such a fog the last two weeks, I keep thinking I should check the news to see if I’m on it for something (good OR bad).
By cheesefairy, September 21, 2007 @ 3:21 pm
Liz I think none of those things is worthy of guilt. You got someone something she will actually like as a gift; you were considerate of your partner (the chocolate would weaken his immunity) and you saved a turtle.
I should have weeks like that!
Instead.
1. I repeatedly hip-checked this guy who was taking up 3 peoples’ worth of space on the bus with his big backpack. I was thinking excessively horrible thoughts about him the whole time.
3. When my kid was whining in the backseat of the car earlier this week, I whined back at him. He got the sarcasm. He started to cry.
4. I just realized this morning that since my car got smushed 2 weeks ago my left turn signal has not been blinking on the outside of my car; only on the inside. I thought I was signaling left. But this whole time, I have been the asshole who doesn’t signal.
By Liz, September 21, 2007 @ 6:57 pm
Rachel, I also have issues with the word ‘gifted’. In fact, I seem to have quite a lot to say about it. It deserves its own blog entry.
I like John’s idea. Instead of ‘gifted’ (so lovely, so elitist), how about “potentially creatively volatile”, or “may cause unintentional anarchy”? Because ‘gifted’ isn’t all about rainbows and unicorns.
John, you haven’t been on the news. S’okay.
Cheesefairy, you’re an unintentional non-signaler. You get better karma than a non-signaling asshole. Also, re, the whining? I do that to my students sometimes. It cheers me right up! And that Trombone got sarcasm? Smart little monkey, that one.
By Deb, September 21, 2007 @ 10:44 pm
I have a new neighbor who has taken the bull by the horns and instituted a bathroom cleaning schedule(we share a bathroom with the upstairs guy), moved the crappy, useless table out of the bathroom and replaced it with useful shelving, vacuums the hallway, and buys toilet paper, unlike the dude who lived there before.
For some reason, she is starting to REALLY irritate me. There something about her that suggests “roommate” rather than “neighbor”. I have NO INTEREST in a “roommate”. She keeps talking about our “shared space” which just makes me have to acknowledge that I’m sharing space. I DON’T WANNA “share space”. Pretending that I’m NOT sharing space makes it possible for me to be able to so. And she quite often keeps the door to her apartment open, forcing me to make small talk when I get home after she says “Hi” to me out of her door…
This makes me feel guilty because it’s really nice not to be the only one who cleans the john…and she seems like a nice girl.
By Liz, September 21, 2007 @ 10:48 pm
Deb, I can really understand that. If you want an insular living space, it’s hard to have to acknowledge that it’s not. Even if you suddenly find yourself sharing space with a nice girl.
By Arwen, September 22, 2007 @ 11:28 pm
I’m gifted with the urge to become an alcoholic.
By gen, September 23, 2007 @ 10:32 am
I want to buy clothing but feel like it is a waste of money as it is not like I am working and so there isn’t really the need to be dressed up. (I don’t know why that is a confession except maybe as a pre-confession for when I do buy something and the money could be better spent on bills.)
I am thinking uncharitable thoughts.
I ate dinner at 10:30 the other night.
I have been trying to put Im to bed earlier and earlier so that I can sit and do stuff but then I never really do anything.
I lost at Settlers again damnit!
By Liz, September 23, 2007 @ 12:01 pm
Waah, Arwen, I hope that urge has passed.
Gen, sometimes not doing anything is still doing something. If you see what I mean?
By elswhere, September 23, 2007 @ 8:39 pm
I just bought a pair of really cute earrings. Even though we’re about to be kind of broke and the Ameribuck is going down the sewer, making us even broker.
I justified it by explaining (to myself and anyone who would listen) that I will be wearing them to WORK.
Also, they were only $8.00.
By rachel, September 24, 2007 @ 9:09 am
$8 for cute earrings is a steal! A STEAL, I says!
By Liz, September 24, 2007 @ 1:54 pm
I agree with Rachel. Plus, how can you put a price on feeling great while wearing the earrings?
By John, September 24, 2007 @ 10:15 pm
Deb: How ‘bout wandering into her apartment every time she leaves the door open? Or leaning on the doorjam (doorjamb? when was the last time I saw that word?) and doing impressions of the manager from OfficeSpace?
“Hey (name here). What’s happening? I’m gonna just have to go ahead and ask you to close your door. Thaaaaaanks a bunch.”