This is my 10th work day in a row. I can't force myself to go into my office. Even though it will be much less productive, I'm sitting on the sofa with my laptop.
I seriously need some quality time with H. I feel like I have barely seen him in the last couple of weeks. Even though we've been in the same house, I miss him.
My hair is finally long enough to go into a pony tail. It's a little stubby one but a pony tail none the less. This makes me really happy. I love to be able to throw it up and walk out the door.
My kid is totally getting the shaft when it comes to his birthday party this month. In the past six months, I've planned a retirement brunch for my mother and a baby shower for BFF, both the size of small weddings, and hosted Thanksgiving for 20+. I'm just done.
now i'm home and doing nine thousand phone errands - canceling paid-off accounts, updating verizon, etc. things that i never have time to do when i'm at work for the whole day. plus i canceled my gym membership.
this post is brought to you by another year of owing on my taxes.
I think I have finally figured out how to give myself a proper blow out. That or I just got lucky, I'll see when I try to recreate it. It looks like when I get it professionally done, people at work have even commented on it. This is something I have been trying to master for years. I have bought a gazillion products over the years, even a ridiculously fancy now dryer.
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"I was thinking about getting off on demand, but it sounds like I should be glad that I didn't"
now i'm home and doing nine thousand phone errands - canceling paid-off accounts, updating verizon, etc. things that i never have time to do when i'm at work for the whole day. plus i canceled my gym membership.
this post is brought to you by another year of owing on my taxes.
now i'm home and doing nine thousand phone errands - canceling paid-off accounts, updating verizon, etc. things that i never have time to do when i'm at work for the whole day. plus i canceled my gym membership.
this post is brought to you by another year of owing on my taxes.
How is frankenvag?
frankenvag is terrorizing the villagers.
but really, it hurts like a bitch and i was very dizzy/nauseous at work all day from the pain. and my follow-up isn't until next friday. which is so fucking frustrating.
I played trampoline dodge ball on Sat and I am SO sore. Everything hurts. I took a muscle relaxer before I went to bed and I'm still drowsy. And my eyes hurt.
I want to clean my house. I hate to clean. It's a case of trying to solve internal chaos with external actions. I am so damn tired of sitting and working, sitting and driving, sitting and sitting that I just want to do anything else. If I can get through today, hopefully it will get better.
It's 2:45pm and I'm pretty tipsy. We're all snowed in, my H didn't have to go to work, and my kids are playing with the neighbor kids. I plan on having another drink after this one. Technically I'm on spring break, so it's all good.
Post by urbancowgirl on Mar 3, 2014 14:50:04 GMT -5
I'm watching the old cartoon version of Alice in Wonderland on Disney Junior. I still remember the lyrics to a lot of the songs, which is kind of disturbing since I haven't seen it in at least 25 years.
I am constantly moving when at work (retail). But now that I am off work and sitting on my ass pretty much the whole time, do I really have to get up and walk around like everyone suggests to do to get this baby out? Labor should start eventually even if I am glued to the couch right??
A lady in our payroll dept. needed a pants person today. She went to the bathroom and some woman came in: "where does PRLady sit?" "Over there, in PR" "Thanks, she had an accident and I need to get her some pants from her desk."
A lady in our payroll dept. needed a pants person today. She went to the bathroom and some woman came in: "where does PRLady sit?" "Over there, in PR" "Thanks, she had an accident and I need to get her some pants from her desk."
SHE HAS EXTRA PANTS AT HER DESK, Y'ALL.
I feel like rule #1 of being a pants person is that you don't tell anyone that you are someone's pants person.