Sunday, Sunday.
Can I just say? Prince is an awesome actor. I just don't understand at all why he wasn't heaped with awards for his role in Purple Rain. Really, it's a staggering injustice. (sarcasm, yo.)
I would like to know why it is that I wake up feeling hung over after I take a nap. I replace a feeling of sleepiness with a slight headache and unsettled stomach. Even as I fall asleep, in the darkened bedroom at 2:00 in the afternoon, with the AC up and two fans aimed at the bed, I know that when I wake up I'm going to feel like crap. I don't feel that way when I wake up in the morning, why do I feel that way when I wake up after an hour or two in the afternoon?
I can't find any information about it on-line, either. The first time the internet has failed me. I feel so disillusioned.
Another weird thing, which probably falls under the category of TMI, is that while I'll have to make a bathroom trip (stagger) maybe once or twice during the span of a night's sleep, I may have to get up five or six times in the course of a nap.
Yes, people, these are the kinds of things I wonder about.
I'm thoroughly enjoying being home this weekend (input from the other side of the bed is less than enthusiastic - the "entertained-to-boredom" ratio is tipping in an unfavorable direction). We cleaned the hell out of the house on Friday night, which is a liberating feeling in that you know, once you're done, that you can walk barefoot around the house with complete confidence for the rest of the weekend. Calvin kicked his own ass on the front yard, and spent a few frustrating hours re-plumbing the front spigot and affixing new fixtures. Now we get water whereabouts we direct it with the hose, instead of sprayed all over the side of the house and dripped into a muddy mess under the faucet. He got a wee baby torch and sweated a fixture onto a pipe - I helped by holding the pipe steady with a wrench while he torched and soldered. I was geeked. Have I mentioned lately that he knows how to do EVERYTHING?!? It's unreal.
Saturday a friend picked up our old couch and loveseat and ottoman, and La-Z-Boy delivered our new couch and loveseat, and an area rug for the living room. The room seems quite a bit bigger now that we don't have the ottoman in the middle of things. And it's quite a bit warmer-feeling with the rug. We're just waiting on another area rug to put under the dining table, then we'll see how much it reduces the echo-factor in the house.
Then Chem-Dry arrived just before 1:00 and cleaned the four carpeted rooms in the house. So now the interior of the house is as fresh as the day we moved in. We spent the rest of the day lazing (heh) about on the couch, surfing the web on our individual laptops (welcome the 21st century - the family that surfs together stays together) for more decorative things for the house. The black-and-white pictures above the TV no longer work with the room, and we find ourselves with space on either side of the couch for actual end tables. I spent a pleasant couple of hours compiling a wish list on Solutions.com. I also searched for snow bunny gear for Marie and myself for our trip in December, and a new tent for our Big Lake excursion in July.
I may be slightly disillusioned by the Internet, but I still lurve it.
Speaking of Internet Lurve, a journaling friend informed me of her pregnancy, but I'll have to let her announce it. Taking the fun out of something like that is just plain wrong.
Today will be dedicated to finishing the (fucking) laundry, helping Calvin with the back yard, experimenting with a new recipe (skillet lasagna), and making some progress on my Pacific Rim paper. The topic I've decided upon is the impact of the construction of the Three Gorges Dam on the communities along the Yangtze River. My English class started last Thursday - the whole nine weeks will be devoted to instruction on (gasp!) how to write a research paper! For the love of web footed friends in the forest. So this will be a one-hand-tied-behind-my-back class. I've decided to write an argumentative paper on why oil drilling should not be allowed in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
The first class had me TOTALLY rolling my eyes, and "raising my hand" like a teacher's pet. In an on-line class, one indicates that one has something to contribute by clicking the "raise my hand" button, which changes the student's icon - present in a small "attendance" window in the right corner of the screen - from a little face to a little hand. Then the teacher selects you to speak, you hold down the Ctrl button and speak into the microphone on the headset, and the rest of the class can hear you. No one else volunteered to answer when the class was asked if anyone knew what alliteration was, what the difference was between a bibliography and a list of references, and how to narrow down a wide subject into a good topic for a research paper (I can't believe I actually used the phrase "bringing things down from a 10,000 foot level to a 200 foot level" in real life).
Okay, from that level of geekdom, to this final mention. I just saw the video for the Pussycat Doll's "Dontcha". And I must say, I wish I possessed even just a fraction of their hot-n-sexy-ness.
Oh, and Nine Inch Nails' "Hand That Feeds" is an AWESOME song.
As my friend Archibael would say, "I'm off like a prom dress!"
I would like to know why it is that I wake up feeling hung over after I take a nap. I replace a feeling of sleepiness with a slight headache and unsettled stomach. Even as I fall asleep, in the darkened bedroom at 2:00 in the afternoon, with the AC up and two fans aimed at the bed, I know that when I wake up I'm going to feel like crap. I don't feel that way when I wake up in the morning, why do I feel that way when I wake up after an hour or two in the afternoon?
I can't find any information about it on-line, either. The first time the internet has failed me. I feel so disillusioned.
Another weird thing, which probably falls under the category of TMI, is that while I'll have to make a bathroom trip (stagger) maybe once or twice during the span of a night's sleep, I may have to get up five or six times in the course of a nap.
Yes, people, these are the kinds of things I wonder about.
I'm thoroughly enjoying being home this weekend (input from the other side of the bed is less than enthusiastic - the "entertained-to-boredom" ratio is tipping in an unfavorable direction). We cleaned the hell out of the house on Friday night, which is a liberating feeling in that you know, once you're done, that you can walk barefoot around the house with complete confidence for the rest of the weekend. Calvin kicked his own ass on the front yard, and spent a few frustrating hours re-plumbing the front spigot and affixing new fixtures. Now we get water whereabouts we direct it with the hose, instead of sprayed all over the side of the house and dripped into a muddy mess under the faucet. He got a wee baby torch and sweated a fixture onto a pipe - I helped by holding the pipe steady with a wrench while he torched and soldered. I was geeked. Have I mentioned lately that he knows how to do EVERYTHING?!? It's unreal.
Saturday a friend picked up our old couch and loveseat and ottoman, and La-Z-Boy delivered our new couch and loveseat, and an area rug for the living room. The room seems quite a bit bigger now that we don't have the ottoman in the middle of things. And it's quite a bit warmer-feeling with the rug. We're just waiting on another area rug to put under the dining table, then we'll see how much it reduces the echo-factor in the house.
Then Chem-Dry arrived just before 1:00 and cleaned the four carpeted rooms in the house. So now the interior of the house is as fresh as the day we moved in. We spent the rest of the day lazing (heh) about on the couch, surfing the web on our individual laptops (welcome the 21st century - the family that surfs together stays together) for more decorative things for the house. The black-and-white pictures above the TV no longer work with the room, and we find ourselves with space on either side of the couch for actual end tables. I spent a pleasant couple of hours compiling a wish list on Solutions.com. I also searched for snow bunny gear for Marie and myself for our trip in December, and a new tent for our Big Lake excursion in July.
I may be slightly disillusioned by the Internet, but I still lurve it.
Speaking of Internet Lurve, a journaling friend informed me of her pregnancy, but I'll have to let her announce it. Taking the fun out of something like that is just plain wrong.
Today will be dedicated to finishing the (fucking) laundry, helping Calvin with the back yard, experimenting with a new recipe (skillet lasagna), and making some progress on my Pacific Rim paper. The topic I've decided upon is the impact of the construction of the Three Gorges Dam on the communities along the Yangtze River. My English class started last Thursday - the whole nine weeks will be devoted to instruction on (gasp!) how to write a research paper! For the love of web footed friends in the forest. So this will be a one-hand-tied-behind-my-back class. I've decided to write an argumentative paper on why oil drilling should not be allowed in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
The first class had me TOTALLY rolling my eyes, and "raising my hand" like a teacher's pet. In an on-line class, one indicates that one has something to contribute by clicking the "raise my hand" button, which changes the student's icon - present in a small "attendance" window in the right corner of the screen - from a little face to a little hand. Then the teacher selects you to speak, you hold down the Ctrl button and speak into the microphone on the headset, and the rest of the class can hear you. No one else volunteered to answer when the class was asked if anyone knew what alliteration was, what the difference was between a bibliography and a list of references, and how to narrow down a wide subject into a good topic for a research paper (I can't believe I actually used the phrase "bringing things down from a 10,000 foot level to a 200 foot level" in real life).
Okay, from that level of geekdom, to this final mention. I just saw the video for the Pussycat Doll's "Dontcha". And I must say, I wish I possessed even just a fraction of their hot-n-sexy-ness.
Oh, and Nine Inch Nails' "Hand That Feeds" is an AWESOME song.
As my friend Archibael would say, "I'm off like a prom dress!"
I feel ucky like that when I sleep too much (anything over 6 hours gives me a headache). Maybe your body is telling you that you didn't need a nap?
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