Colloquial
Friday, November 28, 2003
Too productive by far
What the heck is wrong with me?!? Up with Calvin (who has to work today and tomorrow, poor sweetie) on my day off, done with more of the aforementioned Christmas shopping (except I'm holding off on actually processing my order until it's late enough to call my sister-in-law and confirm the gift I want to get for her son), and I've straightened up the house and chased the cat (out of the bedroom closet, away from the dogs whom he was teasing, out of The Kids room, out of the bedroom closet again).
And here's what I'm planning for today:
- Dig some more Christmas decorations out of the garage
- Clean the kitchen (Marie's job, usually, but she's benefiting from my early morning energy. It's all good because she actually did a TON of cleaning up at the Grandparent's house last night without being asked - everyone kept exclaiming about how wonderful she was. She gets that from me.)
- Dust mop the floor (wet mopping can wait until tomorrow)
- NOT go to the mall
- Futz around on the internet and work on my next entry
- Read
Shopping in my jammies
I'd say I'm about 70% done with my Christmas shopping, and I've done it all pretty much in my jammies. God bless the internet, Amazon.com and all of it's affiliated stores. No lines, no crowds, no annoyances. And! Free shipping!
Next comes wrapping. Nothing says "I love you" more than a gift bag with tissue paper stuffed in any which way. Right?
Sigh.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Happy Turkey Day!
Happy Thanksgiving, all of you who observe it! And for those of you who don't, well, happy Thursday! :)
Wednesday, November 26, 2003
Nummy
I'm filling the house with good smells today. The pumpkin pie with walnut streusel is in the oven as I type. The smell of it has overpowered the smell of the minestrone stew I put in the crockpot at noon for dinner tonight.
I made a raspberry chiffon pie, too (I'm going to put the recipe for that in my next entry), but it doesn't get baked and therefore doesn't smell up the house.
Our family is all about eating. My grandmother would be so proud.
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Am I the only one?
I went to the massage therapist yesterday (I think I feel better, but one reader said in an e-mail that it might take a whole day to feel the effects), and she used a strongly-scented massage oil on me.
"Mmm! That smells like pine pitch!"
"Pine what?"
"Erm, sap."
Is it an east coast thing? Calvin and Marie looked at me cross-eyed when I called sap "pitch", too.
Har.
Is it a sign of something that, given the topic of yesterday's entry, I received an iVillage newsletter in my in-box entitled "Are You Normal?"
Feh. What's normal, anyway?
Monday, November 24, 2003
Dubious Compliments
Dubious Compliment #1:
Given the temperature outside this morning, I finally had the chance to wear the leather coat that Calvin got for me two Christmasses (??) ago. My cubicle is directly across from a tech bullpen (an open area with several PC workstations for techs who spend most of their time out on the manufacturing floor). When I got in this morning, I saw two of the techs looking at a laptop. Apparently one of them had just gotten back from a hunting trip and was showing off pictures of his kills.
So I said, "What is wrong with you guys, looking at pictures of dead animals!" I was joking around, we give each other a hard time. It makes the day go quicker.
One of them responds with, "Well, you're wearing a dead animal!" And the other one responds to him with, "Yeah, but she makes that dead animal look good."
Cracked me up.
Dubious Compliment #2:
I ran into my friend D in the hallway. She'd just come back from a rough weekend dealing with a family emergency in New Mexico, so I gave her a hug. She pulled away from me and said, "Damn, you look good today. You've got a schoolgirl dominatrix thing going on."
Eh??
I do think I look cute - a new red sweater that has a white collar and white cuffs, a black skirt, black tights, and my sensible black shoes. How that is schoolgirl or dominatrix is beyond me.
Brr...
Got up to work out this morning, intending on going running. Found out it's 28 degrees outside. Decided to use the elliptical instead.













