I hate it. Hate it, hate it, hate it. The people, the stuff, the money, the people… And shopping with a 7yo in tow! Who isn’t getting anything! Eeek! But I did it. I have friends who think Christmas should be celebrated, and gift certificates don’t cut it. So I went, and shopped, all flipping […]
It’s just one of those things. If someone were observing, they could tell who knows me well by the advice they give. Today was a long, BAD day. Nothing major, just a lot of idiocy and crap ending up in front of my desk when I really don’t need it. (like, when do I ever
I got a present from my librarian (and bellydancer) friend in Illinois today–the first two DVDs of Yami no Matsui, known in the US for some silly reason as Descendants of Darkness. Ooooh… In case you’re looking for a condemnation bandwagon to jump on–oh, yeah, this would qualify. The story focuses on shinigami–translated (I think
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Hope got sent home from school again today. She ran away from the assistant principal when she was supposed to be wiping tables for the trouble she got in yesterday, and hid in the bathroom and had to be hunted down. So I had her for the last four hours I was at work. I
Gotta love belated presents. Stretch the holidays, each gift gets appreciated, each giver gets enjoyed, spur-of-the-moment gifts get bought… Today was the first day back at work. I was dragging, bigtime. Till one of the teachers gave me an impulse gift–a 2006 Orlando Bloom calendar. It’s no longer a Christmas present. It’s my get-me-through-the-year present.
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Hope wanted to watch TV beyond the “freebies.” Normally I let her earn extra TV time, so when she asked, I told her, “Do something!” She came to me and poked me in the shoulder. “There,” she said with a grin. “I did something.” What an awesome kid. She’s reading The Lion, the Witch, and
So I thought, my head hurts, need to get away from the computer for a while but I don’t feel like a bubble bath–how about a nice long shower? Yeah. I take my bird, because he needs to get his feathers wet once in a while. Only Hope stole the suction cups off his perch,