Pity me.
Runny nose, stuffed up sinuses, and my skin feels all prickly and hurty.
I stayed home yesterday and slept on the couch while dear sweet Jim brought me soup and tea. Now I’m at work. Nobody is bringing me anything.
*sigh*
I vote for the couch again.
Hugs,
Jenn
.. and we ate it.
Okay, we ate 1/6th of it. With stuffing, garlic mashed potatoes, broccoli, corn, buns, cranberry sauce (with whole cranberries), gravy, and a bottle of yellow tail Chiraz. Oh - and herbed goat cheese to start. We’re so full we’re waiting a little to eat dessert - pumpkin pudding and apple crisp with whipped cream.
It is almost nine pm. I think we’ll have room for dessert by around 1am. Wish us luck.
Will be held in our household … tomorrow.
As I have to work today and then tutor tonight.
Er, and we kinda had to go out last night to buy the turkey and then defrost it and we’ve been busy okay!!!!
Yeah, pretty much came down to a little lack of planning with the defrost. But we were really happy once we realised we were both holding onto the Thursday turkey for authentisity (sp?) and that the Friday Turkey was much more fun as Jim and I will both be home and cooking and having a “HOLIDAY” which, really, we’ve never had together for real due to all sorts of various things.
I’m very excited!
xoxo
jenn
Yes, will update.
Jim has arrived (yesterday) and is here until next thursday. A quick visit, but it is very very well worth it!
I’m applying for another job at the uni. I no longer get too pumped up (as I used to each time I’d print off the ol’ resume), but I do get a little hopeful each time. Today my job made me have a little cry. I hate that. I had worked for weeks on this document which then got pretty much turfed. I felt somewhat better when the fancy pants meeting had something come up that would have needed the info I had put together. I didn’t actually jump up and yell “HA!” at that moment, but the undercurrent of that was there. I know not everything gets used - that happens. But I had thought it a good little document and worth something. Ah well, it can still be worth something as I have a copy and I could use it later mebe.
But whatever. Today’s mottos “pish, not my uni” “pish, that’s not my job” “pish, whatever. You’re the boss.”
I resolve to have a better attitude tomorrow. And to fire off my resume for Other Job (full time with benefits and about hmmm, 1.5 the pay - which works out to be 3x the pay when you consider it is full time and all).
So there is my random ramble on work. meh.
But Jim is here! Yay!!
xoxo
jenn
I mean, really… I am SO well balanced, able to deal with conflict, kind to my friends, and able to communicate with my family.
Nanny 911. Hey everyone here’s the deal: set boundaries, be firm and kind, let your kids know you love them, and seven year olds should no longer sleep with their parents.
Let alone this one woman who climbed into the top bunk with her one boy. Hooboy, I feel horrible for the husbands in these cases. And the parents who let their kids spit on them, hit them, pull their hair, etc..
I know I’ll have challenges with my own kids. No need to point that out. But time and time again, people need to call in “nannies” to talk about setting boundaries and having reasonable expectations of their kids. Nannies have to tell them to present consistant demands, a united front, and to address problem behaviour at the very time of it. One woman was like “hey, what house doesn’t have 3 and 5yr old kids who slap their parents, tell them to f-off, and spit at each other?”
I figure it is a bit like Clean Sweep, too. Sometimes I watch and think - oh, I have a few items I keep but don’t display nicely. And that is okay. We all aren’t perfect and we all have problem areas (which is normal). It is when you have to call someone in to find your bed/desk/living room that you have to deal with public viewership of your dirty laundry.
So to speak.
xoxo
jenn
So bettie linked to a blog I will sometimes read via Mystery Mommy. My friend through my sister ( Julia) just linked to someone I know also from Mystery Mommy. And - again Mystery Mommy had a link to a blog where I was reading away and then suddenly I saw a comment that I knew HAD to have come from my sister.
All understanding that none of these people have ever met (to my knowledge), but I know them all and we are all so tied together with our blogs.
Woah.
I feel like I should have a potluck or something so you all could meet.
xoxo
I just looked at my profile and was like “woah- I’m 31?” When did that happen? Why can’t I keep track of that?
In other news, I would like to ammend my wishlist to add “A new kickass job that is both challenging and rewarding as per the very kind/uplifting email from Melly today”. We have decided this would probably lead to my feeling less like a lazy useless member of society and more jazzed and excited about what I’m doing ™.
In that vein, I’m not going to take on extra tutoring at the uni for my 1.5hr break between my one job and my other off-campus tutoring, but instead use that time to do various positive things for myself and my career. This includes looking up jobs and various training events and maybe having some nice time for meditation or just *thinking* about my various career goals and writing down my thoughts/feelings about it all. Maybe getting a bit more grounded about the whole thing rather than frantically buzzing from one thing to another going “is this is? Is it? Should I do this? What about that? How much money am I making a month? Week? Day? WHat does does work out to per minute? Am I maximizing my potential? Do I even want to do that? Anything new posted on the comments on my blog??”
Hee.
It’s funny because it’s true.
xoxo
jenn
Sex and the city BOXSET!!
And what the hell? It is $300 canadian on the .ca site. I think I see what Allison means. Sometimes the .ca is not a better route. Although, I’ve found for basic paperbacks it is when I get free shipping.
So if the beep-beep-beep doesn’t sound (as I’ve found because the system is stuck either “on” or “off” for all the customers) to notify there is a message waiting, then I don’t check, and then I don’t find out my friend can’t meet me for dinner, and then I still end up going to the restaurant, and then I find out the restaurant is closed, and then I try and find my friend and think she’s trying to find me…
And Leone was kind enough to share her dinner with me - but I’m feeling poopy because I was going to have sushi.
Bugger.
And again, I blame Telus. And yes, I did call them and tell them as much.
Is this:
Very cool. Thanks to Julia.
xoxo
jenn
Gah, I think I did that right. Could someone tell me more about how to put a button on a blog?
