49 posts tagged “weather report”
How cute is this guy? That's exactly what Mr. Darcy looked like in my head the first time I read Pride and Predjuduce. (HA!! I just read the comments when I went to get the link and apparently not the only one making the Mr. Darcy connection!)
My weekend was too long on the negatives and too short on the actual weekend, though I had a very nice time last night. Cooked burgers out on the grill and hung out with Big Daddy Sligh and couple folks. Am now trying to finish up work as quickly as possible, so I can go out and enjoy the sunshine, which in this case, might mean sewing with the door open, so I can finish all my current stacked sewing projects.
Other things I meant to post about but am actually too lazy to go into in depth:
- I'm a bad friend for not visiting my friends enough
- Hives, possibly stress induced, on my face. Or maybe the lack of sneezing means this is how my allergies are manifesting this year?
- New shoes, awesome! Still need sandals, not at all inspired by anything this year, must waste hours looking for something appropriate.
- Birthday one week away. Have deep thoughts on aging, maybe will share later.
- Sunshine! I love sunshine! LOVE LOVE LOVE!
- Going to Seattle May 28-Jun 4. Hopefully have already emailed everyone who really needs to know this.
It's Friday, so that's something.
My shoulder has been achey all week, from the work I did last weekend. It's been feeling progessively better every day, so I haven't worried about it. Well, last night I apparently slept on it funny because it is painful today and all locked up, my neck is stiff and I'm generally miserable.
My Annoying Coworker has what he described as a "horrible accident" yesterday. It apparently involved trip over a cord, while carrying his open work laptop and smashing it. Such smashing as requires data rescue and new harddrive. Brilliant. Now he wants me to spend my day backing up all his files on my computer in case he has another accident.
In related news, I am having chocolate chip cookies and potato chips for breakfast, it only seems fair.
In nicer news, it is 9:45 am and already 65°F. I know I've declared it spring already a billion times, but after last weekend's late spring freeze, I can now solidly say, that is it for the cold weather, man. Awesome. It's so sunny, I might try and power through all my work and run out a little early today. Maybe a walk in the park will help my poor hurty neck and shoulder.
I made photo essay of my average day for Rhi. It's here, and I had fun taking the pictures, but the end result seems sort of boring to me. Maybe I'll do another one of my weekend, as that's when the real magic happens. Ha! Not really, but it'd be an interesting contrast. Also this "average day" is sadly lacking in Holly, so maybe I will just shoot her all weekend. I'm sure she'd love that. Heh. Also you should click through the set in order, rather than the slideshow or anything, so you can get the very unexciting explanations with the pictures.
Some mornings I just can't win. Woke up 40 minutes before my alarm, laid in bed for 20 minutes and fell back asleep about the time I'd decided to get up. Overslept. Raced around getting ready. Picked clothes that matched. Got to work, caught myself in the mirror and realized that I look like my mom. Sure, my mom is beautiful, she was insanely gorgeous when she was young, but man, I would rarely be caught dead in her clothes. The problem here, I believe, is the shoes. The very comfortable shoes, which my mom picked out, purchased for me, and then bought herself a matching pair. I probably never should never have let that happen.
And while I was driving to work there was this whole thing on the radio about the Chinese economy and I got to thinking about how we've completely screwed ourself in the US. And how it's really this insane culture of consumerism and disposability that has fucked us. I mean we've sold off our entire manufacturing industry to lowest bidder in Asia and other places, so that can create for us massive amounts of stuff we don't even need. I mean really, there is nearly NOTHING at Walmart that you or I need. Sure you can get lots of cheap stuff there, but why do you needs many cheap items when perhaps one good one would do whatever the job is? OF course, obviously, I am as guilty of buy into this consumerist economy as anyone is. Sure as guilty as I feel about it doesn't seem to stop me too much. Partly because while I understand this idea of everything each individual does does matters, I'm not sure it's true. I don't shop at Walmart. So? Does that really change the entire culture of my country? Because a drastic, 180 change is all that is really going to make a difference. In 50 years can we get everyone into the culture of conservationism so fully that we no longer even need to manufacture plastic trinkets and cheap knockoffs overseas? So we can return to manufacturing in this country (using renewable power) and go back balancing our import /export levels? Can we create enough decent paying jobs for our own citizens so that those same citizens can afford quality items made here and eradicate the needs for using cheap overseas labor?
Ugh, sorry, it's not like I have any new, interesting or original ideas there. I'm just really bothered by it today. I will resume (after last weekends retarded mass of shopping) to buy as much as I can used, or made in America, and really just to buy less. Maybe next week I'll give you my high horse lecture on packaging and how we should all be boycotting the absurd packaging that wasting resources on everything we buy.
And, superficially, and self-servingly, let remind you that my birthday is in 14 days, and if you're so inclined, you should buy me something handmade.
Um, hi. It's sunny. I 'll be over here in my mom outfit drinking more coffee and getting to work, yeah?
My shoulder, neck and forearm on right side hurt so much I might just go home and drug myself into oblivion. Note to self: int he future if you are weakened by mild hangover and already exhausted, perhaps don't spend a day on a ladder, arms raised, drilling things that are higher than your head. OW OW OW OW OW. I am handy. I do adequate small carpentry work. It hurts though! WAH!
Now I am at work and clearly whiny. Not just the pain, but the cold, cold weather. Yes, yes, last freeze of the year and on into early summer after, but BRRRRRRR.
Why does the fancy, smooth silk they make dresses and slips and stuff out of never smell like anything, but sweaters made of silk always have that weird silk smell?
The cherry blossoms are gone gone gone. It's sad but now there's dogwoods and redbuds (I just learned what those were this weekend!).
I've had the song "Scrubs" stuck in my head since I woke up.
Last night was another night of very interrupted sleep. At this point I should probably give up caffeine entirely. But alas, then how would I live? I will instead go back to being much more diligent about not drinking coffee after noon, as that seemed to help before.
Heh, despite the overall tone of this post, I am actually quite cheerful. I have a shiny new notebook, I got to work early, I'm wearing a ridiculous sweater.
Well, the morning started a little wonky. Overslept, or rather just laid about listening to the rain and thinking about how much I didn't want to get up, which I guess isn't quite the same as oversleeping. Then I stubbed my toe on the leg of the bed frame. Dawdled feeding the bunnies until rain let up a bit and finally left my coffee sitting in the living room. Luckily there is my beloved Turnip Truck to provide me with replacement coffee, a delicious sandwich and pleasent conversation.
I will have a positive mental attitude today! I will not even talk in detail about much Annoying Co-worker is annoying me. No, it's water off a duck's back. I am cheerful and unaffected.
Now I will watch the rain out the window and diligently work until it's time to go play. Diligently, I tell you!
Yesterday I drove down Murphy Rd and the long rows of cherry trees were at their most fleetingly beautiful--when the blossoms still linger but half the tree has already turned toward green rather than it's earlier puff ball of pink foam. A day or two maybe do they look like that, but so beautiful that I almost wish I could cature it forever. I can't though. Believe me, I've tried. You just have to be there, exactly at the time, seeing it for real. And even your memories won't keep the true beauty of it until you see it again and are reminded.
Cherry blossom season in Tennessee is much shorter than in Washington. I feel sort of wistful at how quickly it's passing. Maybe because of that, or maybe because I've just plain lost my mind, I've dressed in a yellow blouse over a green tank today, with jeans and bright green flats. Taking a stand for disintergrating daffodils everywhere by dressing like one.
Is it too early to eat lunch? Should I just keep pouring coffee down my throat? I am so sleep deprived I feel on the verge of nervous break down. I just couldn't stay asleep last night no matter what I did. This morning, however, I would really like to be asleep, oh yes I would.
Birthday count: 18 days.
I have no reason to be in anything other than a good mood today and yet ridiculousness at work seems to be getting the best of me. I just spent ten minutes on the porch trying to talk myself into a positive mental attitude.
It's lovely outside, not quite blue-skied, but warm and lovely and scented of spring and joy. I am dressed for it: black a-line skirt, bright green top, white cardigan, black satin ballet flats printed all over with cherries.
Right now T-Rider is driving through the Arizona desert, which I suspect is kind of boring for him and certainly not one of my favorite things to do, but man, I wish I was there. I am instead making a list of insanely urgent work things that I can't solve myself and can't seem to pin anyone else down to approve. The huge desert sky, the possibilty of stopping for excellent food and riding along with my feet propped up in the corner of the open window seems exceptionally perfect right now. But perhaps that's an "anywhere but here" feeling.
HA! In further proof the universe does not want me to be in a bad mood, our accounting person just called me to tell me that they were retroactively extending my raised back to Mar 24, instead of Apr 1. Apparently this makes accounting easier, but more importantly, pays me more for a whole extra week. Woo!
Birthday is now 22 days away. That's three weeks, people. Hope you've all been pooling your cash to buy me that one-way ticket to Barcelona. And perhaps set me up with someone to marry there, so I can stay. *sigh* Yeah, that would better than work today.
Okay. I should be working. Solving problems. Reducing my own panic about what isn't going to get done.
Got soaked walking across the street to my car. Drove home in such heavy rain that the windshield wipers were useless. Hey, rain gods, I want an end to the drought too, but 2" of rain a day seems a little excessive.
Now I am home, bundled in blankets, watching a Viggo Mortensen movie, drinking hot chocolate and feeling fragile and pathetic. Hey, PMS, I see you in there. You know, I'm fine with bleeding every month. Whatevs, cycle of life and all that, but the inability to control my mood really sucks. Can we just have end to that?
The laptop is keeping my lap warm. I tried using a bunny to that end for a bit, but it was too wiggly.
The real important question to cast out into the universe this morning is, why was Joe Namath in my dreams last night?
And also, I hate our graphic designer at work so much. I regularly send him the text that needs to be whatever promotional piece. He repeatedly sends me back designs with key phrases missing because they didn't fit the design he made. Well buddy, if it's an order form, you can't just leave out all references to it being an order form because it doesn't aesthetically please you. Yeah, you have to keep the words I send you IN it, and make your ugly designs work. If I was the boss this guy would have been so fired, so long ago. Alas, he's like my boss's college roommate or something, so we continue to pay him exorbitant amounts of money to do sub-par work and do it very slowly.
Yes, I am somewhat cranky today. Sure it is possibly hormonal, but I prefer to blame dreams about Joe Namath (ew, no, not those kinds of dreams).
In much better news, almost all the trees are now dressed in some lacy, new, pale green foliage. Almost every remaining vestige of winter if falling under the dreamy, lush Tennessee green. Green green green green.
Hey! I just found $6 while cleaning out my purse. Now going to go walk in the sun for a bit and maybe spend my $6 on something. Like, um, hmm, something!
The grey has reappeared in the last hour or so. As I was driving to work it was parting, separating in a lumpy, wadded balls of grim bleakness, while letting the brilliant, dreamy, springtime morning sun shine through. But alas, it seems the sun has lost.
To combat the grey I am wearing bright red shoes. I find it helps quite a bit.
I don't think a single intelligent sentence left my mouth last night. Sure I was exhausted, but it was more rabbit induced brain damage causing me to say things like, "Who's a bunny? You're a bunny!" and "No pizza for bunnies!" This a is a sure sign that the bunnikins need a much better home than I can provide for them.
