Averygoodun's Personal File

So, because Page was being rather obstinate and... aggravating this afternoon, I looked up some info on how to deal with ADHD kids (not being brave enough to look up ODD management). One piece of advice was to get a pet. Sooooo... I found myself here, looking around. And then I clicked on the schnoodle link.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn.

I want one. (Especially that wee little gray pup. OMG! THE CUTENESS! IT KILLZEZ ME!!!)

Obviously, we are not in ANY position to get a dog any time soon. First of all, we can't afford one. Second, we travel way, way too much (and usually by plane to international locales) for such a family-oriented dog. Third, we'd have to either redo the floors here or move (preferably the latter) because any dog is going to scratch the shit out of these laminate floors just walking around. And fourth... Well, I figure it would be good to have some obedience and consistency training for ourselves before we bring a dog with a good memory into the mix.

But, boy do I want one.

*wants to fluff awound its cute wittle haiwey head*

*pouts*

Ach well. I suppose I'll just have to get a soft toy version of one to cuddle.

Because "to do" isn't putting it strongly enough. (And my motivation needs a little push. Or a huge shove...)

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I had very active dreams all last night, so I was rather exhausted when I woke up. I hate it when that happens. Though the dreams were kinda cool in that I got to hang out at the White House (both during Obama's and the Clinton's terms). Bill Clinton was a real sleaze, but fortunately, the dream didn't feature him too heavily. It was mostly about Hilary and Chelsea and the entourage. No, really it was about the crazy games and serious shit that politics is made up of. *sigh* And I didn't even read or watch anything political this weekend! *pouts*

I've been rather sad all weekend. Don't know whether it's the winter effect (though the days are now noticeably longer! Yay!), anemia, blood-sugar issues or what (ooh, could also be allergies. They were particularly bad yesterday, enough so that taking a benadryl didn't put me to sleep). Decided yesterday - or was it Saturday? - to combat it by being productive. That got the dishes into the dishwasher, but then progress petered out when I went up to wake Geoff from his nap (ah, yesterday, then) and ended up taking a rather long nap myself.

I am so tired. All the time. And it's making me feel rather hopeless of being a productive (or retainable) member of the workforce when I become qualified to join it. Granted, my hopelessness is compounded by my brains turning to mush when I'm tired. Kind of a scary prospect for an accountant...

On the plus side, the three of us managed to get out to the sledding hill on Saturday, which was fun. Page was a bit of a brat insisting on all these extra rules as to what we should do, because sledding down hills wasn't enough for him, but even so, we all had a good time. Tromping up the slippery hill however many times took it out of me, though. I was a useless lump for the rest of the evening. Bless Geoff for doing the cooking.

*sigh* I think that's enough complaining for now. Life isn't bad. In fact, it's pretty good. And I am grateful for all I have and the good fortune that allows us to keep it. I'm just so tired of being tired. I want my motivation back, darn it! And some energy to make use of it.

Lovely review for Marry A Choice (which finished posting 11.26.05):

"Hermione's middle name is JEAN NOT JANE"

I so want to respond, "O!M!!!G!!!!!! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THAT?!?!?!?! I MEAN, I ONLY WROTE THE STORY TWO YEARS BEFORE JK CHANGED HER MIND!!!eleventyone!!!" but I won't.

It's really, really tempting, though.



It's raining out. That's good and bad. Good because it means it's finally warming up, and I am ready for the snow to be gone and the ground thawed. I bought seeds the other day, and now I want to plant them, darn it. It's bad because we still have a couple feet of snow on the ground and rain melts snow faster than sunshine does, and, well, flooding sucks.

Also, it's gray and miserable looking and really hard to get motivated to do anything.

I think I will indulge in a cup of honeyed caffeine and then start my chore-filled day.

First task: study the graphing of functions. It's the question I got wrong on my test (and I knew it at the time). I'm sure there's a website out there that explains functions better than the instructor did.

So, I chickened out of going to the doctor (I was scared of the expense, not experience). I had made the appointment and everything, but by noon, I was actually starting to feel a lot better. I'd also noticed that, although I was complaining about pain, I hadn't actually had to take any pain meds that day, so...

(And I really, really didn't want to go spend $100-200 on a visit only to be told, "Eh, you've just got a nasty cold. Drink plenty of water and get lots of rest.")


So, yeah. I drank lots of water (ooh! the rest of the chicken broth should be defrosted!), gargled salt water, and sat in front of the computer all day reading fanfic. And then chose to sleep on the couch instead of in bed, so that both Geoff and I might get a good night's sleep.

Today throat is still sore, ears still pricking, and sinuses still messy, but on the whole, everything is way better. The decent night's sleep probably helped just a smidge in my outlook, too.

Of course, now Geoff is coming down with this thing (he will insist on kisses), so it's looking like I will be the one getting trip (and everything else) clean-up duty, despite our having been back for five days now.

And I left this place looking so nice. I worked all day (8-7) on it.

4 hours. That's all it took to completely trash it. And I haven't been well enough to do anything but add to the mess.

(I used to think that Geoff was a packrat, but going through his junk drawer the other week, I came to the realization that no, he's not a packrat, he's a slob! And I don't understand how he can be OCD and be such a slob at the same time.)

Fucking men. And Geoff wonders why it's such a battle to get Babe to clean up every night? Maybe he's learning by example? (grr)

But, now I think I'm going to go back to bed. Or to bed, since I can't go back to where I wasn't. But back to sleep. And maybe when I wake up, I'll feel like I can face what needs to be faced.

(Though really, I'm wishing for more updates on the WIPs I'm reading.)

I am out of cocoa powder.

I will have to buy American (not Nestle's or Hershey's, though, because of their use of slave labor) and suffer inferior cocoa powder.

I'm not sure I will survive.


ETA: Actually, I need to not buy any kind of cocoa powder, inferior American or not. Need to kick the habit.

Woe.

Please, please, please may my family and I get better? We're all really tired of being sick, and we really can't afford to be under the weather for much longer.

I can't promise much, but if you send reminders, I will gladly give up italics for... a while. I might even be able willing to give up ellipses. If I were really healthy, I might even have the strength to give up the word 'really' for a month.

Please? With organic stevia on top?

Your ever faithful,

Elizabeth

As I was driving home from dropping Babe off at school this morning, I was confronted with a big column of smoke in the vicinity of Geoff's work place. As I drove closer (still on my way home), I was pretty sure it wasn't Geoff's work, but I was starting to be very afraid it was the nearby junior high school. I had the very ungenerous sigh of relief to pull into Geoff's work lot to find it was the building 100 meters away... 100 meters from Geoff's work and 100 meters from the school. I feel horrible for those who lost their homes (and businesses), though I hear no one was injured, and for that I am thankful, but oh my goodness, thank god it wasn't the school!

Fires like that sure make the cramped building conditions around here scary, though. The firefighters basically gave up on the burning building and focused on preventing the spread to the neighboring houses.


( And now I whine. )

I've crossed two things off my to do list! Yay!

I've also added four more to it. Boo.

It's amazing how difficult it is to be motivated to do anything when it's dim outside. Not to mention that the daylight ends so early now. It starts getting noticeably dark at 3. That's just wrong.

Well, wrong if you don't hibernate.

And yes, I'm aware that those of you living at latitudes further north aren't complaining about it much, but... I miss my 300 days of sunshine a year.

I'm in denial about the date. I keep thinking I have more time than I do. This is not good.

Very, very busy days ahead. I plan on taking the laptop to the Lake, so hopefully I'll be able to get some writing done then. I'm sorry to leave you guys hanging in the meantime, though. :-(

Well, I should get back to work. It (unfortunately) won't do it itself.

Oh woe is me,
she cried as she
sat before the computer
I have to pack
the kitchen crap
with no one else to help.

Oh woeisme
shecriedasshe
triedtotypethisout
I'dliketositand
whinesomemore
buttherhythmrhymespacebar'sgivenout