It's the morning after Christmas. And the only people who should be out early are the bargain shoppers. (There were about 100 in line this morning at MicroCenter this morning. My guess is that they made a mad dash for the 47-inch HDTVs, which were priced at $799.99 for a mere 25 minutes.)
It's the morning after Christmas. And I am at work. I'm one of the few in the office today. My bosses are gone. My actual tasks are few. And despite trying to dawdle as much as possible, I arrived at work early. Sigh.
- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
why don't you just shine already?
My brain is stalled. I have three partially written posts with no endings. My mind is full of incomplete thoughts. As soon as I think them, I hit a wall and investigation stops.
I'm in a place before the beginning of something. I sense change and movement. I suspect, but I cannot see. I'm in darkness, waiting for the sun to rise. Only then may I choose my path.
The hard part is the waiting. I'm antsy. I don't want to stand still and wait. It's uncomfortable. It's trying. It stresses me out. I want to know now. I have an urge to start walking even though I lack the ability to see what lies before me.
What I really want is an aerial view. I want to see each path's start, middle and--most important--end.
The sun needs to wake up, because I can't sleep.
I'm in a place before the beginning of something. I sense change and movement. I suspect, but I cannot see. I'm in darkness, waiting for the sun to rise. Only then may I choose my path.
The hard part is the waiting. I'm antsy. I don't want to stand still and wait. It's uncomfortable. It's trying. It stresses me out. I want to know now. I have an urge to start walking even though I lack the ability to see what lies before me.
What I really want is an aerial view. I want to see each path's start, middle and--most important--end.
The sun needs to wake up, because I can't sleep.
Monday, December 04, 2006
come celebrate!
My roomie and I are having a party this Friday at our apartment. And if you know us and know where we live, you're probably invited. Outsiders are welcome. Just give me a call before you extend the invite.
What we're celebrating:
What we're celebrating:
- countingpigs! She's came in late this Saturday and leaving on Dec. 10 (which is her birthday)
- Birthdays! The list: my roomie, countingpigs, my roomie's boyfriend, kcprogrammer's sister, and AM (if you didn't happen to see her for her birthday) and anyone else who wants to claim a November/December birthday
- Pre-Christmas! Meaning my roomie and I may have put the Christmas tree up by then
- Cambodia! countingpigs and I will--I hope--have pictures and stories about our adventure in Cambodia
- Me! This will be a great chance to see me (and it's probably been awhile since you've been able to do that)
- Work! While not something to celebrate for most of us, I just heard that aulurienne got a promotion at one job (meaning that she may be able to quit her other job)
- Moving! With aulurienne and Big-Bold-D moving in above my roomie and me, I'm sure you'll all want to take a tour of a floor plan nearly identical to mine and a mirror of Big-Bold-D's old pad
We'll have:
- music (but feel free to bring your own--no Christmas music, please)
- food (cake and ice cream at the very least) you're more than welcome to complement it with your own selection of favorite snacks and drinks, especially if you want alcohol
- fun (board games, perhaps G-man trying to swallow a teaspoon of cinnamon) please bring any other entertainment that you'd like
- ample seating
- a hot heater
- a clean bathroom
- and hopefully pictures of the ancient temples of Angkor and of me looking like a terrorist waging a losing war against sunburn
neighbors again
Big-Bold-D and aulurienne are moving in above my roomie and me. I'm so excited to have them both as neighbors, again, but for the first time together.
Fall 1999 to spring 2000: aulurienne and another friend from high school take up residence in the dorm room across the hall and one down from me. My roomie transfers to KU and by luck ends up in the room directly across from me.
Fall 2000 to winter 2001: aulurienne and her roommate end up in the on-campus apartment that is across the hall--as well as next to--my apartment with my roomie.
Summer 2004 to summer 2006: Big-Bold-D and G-man take the the apartment across the hall from my roomie and me.
Winter 2006: Big-Bold-D and aulurienne move in to the apartment above!
I'm giddy. I get to have my friends near me once more. I was feeling the loss of friendship a little bit of late. I don't leave much room in my weekends for socializing these days. And after the boys moved out, my opportunities to visit them and their visitors evaporated. Friendships take work--work that I realize that I haven't been putting in my fair share of, and I'm feeling the effects of it. So, I'm happy for this new opportunity.
Fall 1999 to spring 2000: aulurienne and another friend from high school take up residence in the dorm room across the hall and one down from me. My roomie transfers to KU and by luck ends up in the room directly across from me.
Fall 2000 to winter 2001: aulurienne and her roommate end up in the on-campus apartment that is across the hall--as well as next to--my apartment with my roomie.
Summer 2004 to summer 2006: Big-Bold-D and G-man take the the apartment across the hall from my roomie and me.
Winter 2006: Big-Bold-D and aulurienne move in to the apartment above!
I'm giddy. I get to have my friends near me once more. I was feeling the loss of friendship a little bit of late. I don't leave much room in my weekends for socializing these days. And after the boys moved out, my opportunities to visit them and their visitors evaporated. Friendships take work--work that I realize that I haven't been putting in my fair share of, and I'm feeling the effects of it. So, I'm happy for this new opportunity.
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