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averygoodun42And, worse than that, I'm still muse-less. My mind is so scattered right now I could probably name ten things that I'm flittering between mentally, making settling down to one almost impossible. And at this time of night, not worthwhile.
"My ass is smarter than a lot of people's brains." - Geoff, after I affectionately called him a smart ass.
I'm trying to figure out what the proper size for the larger version of my leaves print should be. And which version(s) I should make large. The Chinese one, definitely...
Speaking of prints, today, instead of watching glue dry (I also raked up the yard, and have photos to share of just what it means to have two maples in a yard), I should have started painting backgrounds on the cards. Most of the prints are going to be two tiered, with a hand painted background, then a printed design. Unique prints...
Would anyone be willing to translate a phrase into Spellish Latin for me? Pig latin is a bit arduous for me, let alone the more refined language.
And then... How do I get ____ to the point where I can move _____ into _____ and get the plot moving toward the end? Besides which, should I stick to my original outline's timeline or speed everything up as it is leaning towards in the story? How little is too little time?
I want to bake. Today I consider a success on my diet because I was tired and really wanted to just order a pizza. I didn't. I made a decent mock-up of Joe's Special (from Sunset's Favorites) which is basically hamburger, onion, spinach and eggs all scrambled together. The recipe calls for mushrooms, which I didn't have, so I used a potato instead. With lots of pepper, garlic and a bit of cayenne, oregano and cumin, it was decent. But the main thing was, it was on the diet.
Speaking of pizza, our neighbors have been trying to draw us into their drama. Tuesday it was all about neighborman's (grown) son who is acting out and making life and marriage difficult for the neighbors, and today it was their power being cut off. While they waited for the power company's people to come and turn their power back on, they asked to borrow our oven. Three guesses what they put into it.
The neighbors are nice people, but the dingbattery of the wife gets to me sometimes. She asks how to change things, and the answer I want to give her (depending on the situation she's complaining about) is either, "Wait another ten months before doing anything permanent because pregnancy hormones are messing with you right now," or, "Think ahead. Use your imagination. Try to imagine whether it is reasonable to expect this if that has been the opposite of past experience, and you don't get outside help to try and change that. BTW, Geoff and I? We're not qualified professionals. Tax, law, counseling - WE ARE NOT QUALIFIED! (so go away)" or just, "Stop. Playing. The Victim. It's not getting you anywhere."
I may feel like I'm sixteen a lot of the time, but she acts it.
Bad choir practice last night. We're singing Mendelssohn's "How Lovely Are the Messengers" on Sunday. Beautiful song... needing much, much more work than we have time for. Not to mention that the three sopranos who were at practice last night were ALL seconds. I'm sorry, but neither I nor the other seconds can reach that ultra-high B. Nope. Not going to happen. The high F is pushing it to the point of being squeaky.
Not to mention knowing the notes would make things happier for those notes we can reach. We tried. Really, we did. I don't know about the other two gals, but I'm only barely functionally literate when it comes to reading music. Sorry, but I need the notes played for me. /rant
But on the plus side, Choir director remained remarkably cheerful even in the face of everything. Although he did look rather drawn by the end of practice. *snerk* Previous choir director would have been having kittens halfway through our time together, so...
I brought the music home with me, and I must practice, lest I embarrass myself on Sunday.
Oh, speaking of Sundays, I am so glad I chose to play hooky and sleep in last Sunday! Geoff had to go in extra early (a whole fifteen minutes earlier than I usually have to be there) for a teacher meeting thingy, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing that extra fifteen minutes of sleep. I also didn't think I would realistically be able to get moving fast enough to get myself breakfast before leaving. This diet does require that I consume food in regular intervals, and if I'm to make it through church, from 9 - 12:30, I need a hearty breakfast.
So, I decided to sleep in.
Turns out, there wasn't adult choir. If I'd gone in, I would have been there for no reason for more than an hour. Knowing how I feel about mornings and sleep, that would have pissed me off something fierce. As it was, I had a lovely sleep-in and a relaxing morning to myself and then found out I didn't play hooky at all. Lovely!
This diet is... hard, but I think it's starting to work. Today was a low energy day, but I think my period is due, so that would account for that. And, if my period does start in earnest tomorrow or the next day, this diet is worth staying on just for the emotional stability and lack of PMS symptoms! Seriously, besides being a little less patient and a little (very little) bit bitchy, the only PMS I've suffered this month is the two anxiety dreams this week. (Oh yeah, I dreamt about being buck naked in church. That was fun. So much fun, I spent half the dream trying to convince myself that it was a dream.) That is such an enormous improvement on the last few months, that it's... wonderful.
However, my skin is still messed up. I don't know if it's from the Carrots and Rutabagas (equal parts chopped carrots and chopped rutabaga steamed in a little water to mashing tenderness. Mashed with butter and a dash of nutmeg. Yum.) I made last night to go with the roast (which actually came out okay! First time! I know beef roasts are supposed to be easy-peasy, but I have had very, very little success with them.), or if it's from the corn chips I snacked on two days ago without having fat to go with them. But anyway, my face is messed up again.
Speaking of messed-up skin,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amsev posted a link to an interesting article on the chemicals in cosmetics and such, including cleansers. In the article, there's a link to a nifty site that rates how safe the products are. Needless to say, I will be switching soaps next trip to the store, although not necessarily because mine is so bad chemically (though it is that), but because the company does animal testing. *!* Actually, both soap companies we buy from do animal testing. So, we will stop supporting them from now on.
Oh, and Geoff's company finally has some money coming in and said they shall be paying back (the last year's) business expenses within the next couple of weeks. We shall see. I hope it's true, as I'm tired of having loaned them thousands of dollars without hope of repayment. I also hope they give out raises and bonuses, but I expect that's hoping too much, based on past experience.
What else? It's now an hour later, and I might be able to get to sleep now. Maybe. I hope. Full moon is tomorrow. I'm hoping my sleep cycle gets back to normal as it starts waning again.
"My ass is smarter than a lot of people's brains." - Geoff, after I affectionately called him a smart ass.
I'm trying to figure out what the proper size for the larger version of my leaves print should be. And which version(s) I should make large. The Chinese one, definitely...
Speaking of prints, today, instead of watching glue dry (I also raked up the yard, and have photos to share of just what it means to have two maples in a yard), I should have started painting backgrounds on the cards. Most of the prints are going to be two tiered, with a hand painted background, then a printed design. Unique prints...
Would anyone be willing to translate a phrase into Spellish Latin for me? Pig latin is a bit arduous for me, let alone the more refined language.
And then... How do I get ____ to the point where I can move _____ into _____ and get the plot moving toward the end? Besides which, should I stick to my original outline's timeline or speed everything up as it is leaning towards in the story? How little is too little time?
I want to bake. Today I consider a success on my diet because I was tired and really wanted to just order a pizza. I didn't. I made a decent mock-up of Joe's Special (from Sunset's Favorites) which is basically hamburger, onion, spinach and eggs all scrambled together. The recipe calls for mushrooms, which I didn't have, so I used a potato instead. With lots of pepper, garlic and a bit of cayenne, oregano and cumin, it was decent. But the main thing was, it was on the diet.
Speaking of pizza, our neighbors have been trying to draw us into their drama. Tuesday it was all about neighborman's (grown) son who is acting out and making life and marriage difficult for the neighbors, and today it was their power being cut off. While they waited for the power company's people to come and turn their power back on, they asked to borrow our oven. Three guesses what they put into it.
The neighbors are nice people, but the dingbattery of the wife gets to me sometimes. She asks how to change things, and the answer I want to give her (depending on the situation she's complaining about) is either, "Wait another ten months before doing anything permanent because pregnancy hormones are messing with you right now," or, "Think ahead. Use your imagination. Try to imagine whether it is reasonable to expect this if that has been the opposite of past experience, and you don't get outside help to try and change that. BTW, Geoff and I? We're not qualified professionals. Tax, law, counseling - WE ARE NOT QUALIFIED! (so go away)" or just, "Stop. Playing. The Victim. It's not getting you anywhere."
I may feel like I'm sixteen a lot of the time, but she acts it.
Bad choir practice last night. We're singing Mendelssohn's "How Lovely Are the Messengers" on Sunday. Beautiful song... needing much, much more work than we have time for. Not to mention that the three sopranos who were at practice last night were ALL seconds. I'm sorry, but neither I nor the other seconds can reach that ultra-high B. Nope. Not going to happen. The high F is pushing it to the point of being squeaky.
Not to mention knowing the notes would make things happier for those notes we can reach. We tried. Really, we did. I don't know about the other two gals, but I'm only barely functionally literate when it comes to reading music. Sorry, but I need the notes played for me. /rant
But on the plus side, Choir director remained remarkably cheerful even in the face of everything. Although he did look rather drawn by the end of practice. *snerk* Previous choir director would have been having kittens halfway through our time together, so...
I brought the music home with me, and I must practice, lest I embarrass myself on Sunday.
Oh, speaking of Sundays, I am so glad I chose to play hooky and sleep in last Sunday! Geoff had to go in extra early (a whole fifteen minutes earlier than I usually have to be there) for a teacher meeting thingy, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing that extra fifteen minutes of sleep. I also didn't think I would realistically be able to get moving fast enough to get myself breakfast before leaving. This diet does require that I consume food in regular intervals, and if I'm to make it through church, from 9 - 12:30, I need a hearty breakfast.
So, I decided to sleep in.
Turns out, there wasn't adult choir. If I'd gone in, I would have been there for no reason for more than an hour. Knowing how I feel about mornings and sleep, that would have pissed me off something fierce. As it was, I had a lovely sleep-in and a relaxing morning to myself and then found out I didn't play hooky at all. Lovely!
This diet is... hard, but I think it's starting to work. Today was a low energy day, but I think my period is due, so that would account for that. And, if my period does start in earnest tomorrow or the next day, this diet is worth staying on just for the emotional stability and lack of PMS symptoms! Seriously, besides being a little less patient and a little (very little) bit bitchy, the only PMS I've suffered this month is the two anxiety dreams this week. (Oh yeah, I dreamt about being buck naked in church. That was fun. So much fun, I spent half the dream trying to convince myself that it was a dream.) That is such an enormous improvement on the last few months, that it's... wonderful.
However, my skin is still messed up. I don't know if it's from the Carrots and Rutabagas (equal parts chopped carrots and chopped rutabaga steamed in a little water to mashing tenderness. Mashed with butter and a dash of nutmeg. Yum.) I made last night to go with the roast (which actually came out okay! First time! I know beef roasts are supposed to be easy-peasy, but I have had very, very little success with them.), or if it's from the corn chips I snacked on two days ago without having fat to go with them. But anyway, my face is messed up again.
Speaking of messed-up skin,
amsev posted a link to an interesting article on the chemicals in cosmetics and such, including cleansers. In the article, there's a link to a nifty site that rates how safe the products are. Needless to say, I will be switching soaps next trip to the store, although not necessarily because mine is so bad chemically (though it is that), but because the company does animal testing. *!* Actually, both soap companies we buy from do animal testing. So, we will stop supporting them from now on. Oh, and Geoff's company finally has some money coming in and said they shall be paying back (the last year's) business expenses within the next couple of weeks. We shall see. I hope it's true, as I'm tired of having loaned them thousands of dollars without hope of repayment. I also hope they give out raises and bonuses, but I expect that's hoping too much, based on past experience.
What else? It's now an hour later, and I might be able to get to sleep now. Maybe. I hope. Full moon is tomorrow. I'm hoping my sleep cycle gets back to normal as it starts waning again.
