Tonight: Record, edit, and upload podcast. Wash dishes before bed.
Tomorrow: Entertain Dan. Bake butternut squash pies.
Thursday: See Dan off to Knoxville. Drive to Cleveland. Have Thanksgiving dinner.
Friday: Spend day at home with Aaron. No work for either of us.
I guess what I’m saying is: don’t expect too much blogging out of me in the next several days. I’ll be back with you probably after the weekend.
An hour-long phone call with a friend is immeasurably more meaningful than any IM session or e-mail volley ever could be.
Although, now that I think about it, I miss my old-school handset with the comfy earpiece from the 1990s. The cordless doesn’t have that same kind of long-term ear comfort. Oh, for the days when all I had to worry about was a sweaty earpiece (and ear). Now I have to think about pressing hard enough to hear the other person, but not hard enough to permanently disfigure the cartilage of my outer ear.
[Posted on Flickr by dianaschnuth].
My drumcorps buddy Paul just started a Flickr account and, like so many new Flickrites, has started scanning and uploading photos from his past.
I had been using my Flickr account for artsy photos I was proud of… but Paul inadvertently made me rethink that decision. So, I’ve started scanning and uploading old photos of my own, starting in 2002. (I was going to start at the end of college in 2001 and work backwards, but 2002 was still a lot of fun.)
Expect more retrospective photos in the near future!
PS – Kris. I must borrow and scan your photo album with the photos of Aaron’s move out of Lake of the Schnuth. Especially the one with the giant long brown couch strapped to the top of the Taurus station wagon. Holy shit, that was priceless.
It’s been a few days since I wrote, so I figured I should spout off a few paragraphs before I turn in.
There’s this woman at work who’s pregnant — hold on, let me stop there. First off: is anyone else weirded out by calling your peers “women”? I mean, yeah, that’s what they are. Late 20’s, early 30’s… you’re not a girl anymore. You’re a woman. I’d rather call my female peers “chicks,” but some of them might not take kindly to that. And using the term “lady” is kind of weird, too. “Lady” always has the connotation of “bitch” somewhere in my mind. Like, “Hey, lady, get outta the way!” You know.
ANYway. There’s a chick at work who’s pregnant. There are a lot of them, actually, but I’m thinking of one in particular who’s got a personality that jives with mine. Irreverent, cool, blunt, and totally floored that she got knocked up by her boyfriend. I mean, no one thought of her as the motherly type before — not even herself.
She had her first ultrasound this week, and brought in the “baby pictures” for us to see. Thankfully, the printouts were labeled with body parts, to give us a frame of reference. One was a full-body shot, with the head and arm labeled, and one was an image of the head, with the eyes labeled. What’s really weird? This 21-week old fetus has teeth! Really visible teeth, obviously still in the gums, but still. I hadn’t thought of such things before. It was kind of cool, seeing an ultrasound photo where I didn’t feel all self-conscious about saying, “What IS that? What am I looking at?” Usually I feel kind of awkward about the whole thing.
At the ultrasound, she found out that her child is a girl. She told us all about how her unborn was doing friggin’ backflips, and the nice ultrasound technician was having a bitch of a time getting all the images she needed. One that she did manage to get, though, was a total spread-eagle of the kid with her feet up by her ears. We all had fun with that — I made some sort of comment that we’d have to get her daughter some big hoop earrings.
The more pregnant people I deal with on a regular basis, the more comfortable I get with the concept of *being* one of those people someday. I mean, you guys know me. Candlemaking and wearing the occasional pink shirt is as girly and frilly as I get. Something about pregnancy just harks back to my days in church, where there was always someone pregnant, and all the womenfolk could make perfect pie crusts and sew their kids’ halloween costumes and their favorite paint color was mauve. I’m not like that. But I guess moms don’t necessarily have to be.
I’m really tempted to share too much about my private time with Aaron… but I’m not going to. There are some things that, although really fucking funny, are just a little too personal and weird to share with the entire internets. If, however, you want to know what Aaron says after unprotected sex now, feel free to ask privately. 😉
I’m having one of those weird, bored evenings.
I managed to write out an outline for podcast episode #21, but am not enthused enough to actually record it tonight. Not feeling creative enough to write on the NaNo. Not into testing out my Christmas Cookie candle scent. Don’t want to watch a DVD or read. Don’t even want to play Civilization, although that’s probably what I’ll end up doing. Seems to be my default “I’m bored” activity.
I’m just kind of tired. Not really depressed or anything, just tired. I think I ate too little during the day and too much in the evening, and that might have messed with my blood sugar / energy levels or something. I dunno. Also tired of coughing and clearing my throat ALL FUCKING DAY. It was especially helpful that today was my day to help answer the phones. Good times.
Hey, ladies? Ever had ovulation cramps? This is a new experience for me, and I must say that I don’t care for it. It’s not bad enough that I have to have cramps once a month — now I get them twice? WTF.
So, yeah. I guess I’m just having a weird, funky evening. Nothing a little Civ IV won’t cure.