Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?
...you may be asking. Or not. In any case, I have no valid excuse for not blogging other than I
Just. Plain. Suck.
Been flip-flopping at the new job. One day I am insanely busy, things are rolling along and I LOVELOVELOVE it! Then the next day, I sit catatonic at my desk for eight hours and go home and cry because I miss my teaching job so much.
Last Friday was really bad. I contemplated bailing on the next ten months and working as a barista at Starbucks until September. Then HE and I went out for pizza and I felt better about things.
Fucking pizza.
In other news, I've been cutting down on the running mileage a bit now that the mornings are getting darker. I joined the local YMCA and am taking adult swimming lessons. Alright - stop laughing. I never learned how to swim "for real" and so I am learning. Cause I think the next feat might be a triathlon. Someday.
I guess that's about all, sadly. Not too much else to report.
Actually, there was my run-in earlier this week with the Polish mafia. But that's for another day.
...you may be asking. Or not. In any case, I have no valid excuse for not blogging other than I
Just. Plain. Suck.
Been flip-flopping at the new job. One day I am insanely busy, things are rolling along and I LOVELOVELOVE it! Then the next day, I sit catatonic at my desk for eight hours and go home and cry because I miss my teaching job so much.
Last Friday was really bad. I contemplated bailing on the next ten months and working as a barista at Starbucks until September. Then HE and I went out for pizza and I felt better about things.
Fucking pizza.
In other news, I've been cutting down on the running mileage a bit now that the mornings are getting darker. I joined the local YMCA and am taking adult swimming lessons. Alright - stop laughing. I never learned how to swim "for real" and so I am learning. Cause I think the next feat might be a triathlon. Someday.
I guess that's about all, sadly. Not too much else to report.
Actually, there was my run-in earlier this week with the Polish mafia. But that's for another day.
Friday, September 07, 2007
LOOKING FOR CHZBRGRS.
We have a cat.
Okay, maybe not in the traditional sense - she doesn't really live with us or anything. But she's kind of adopted us. One day she was just sitting on our back porch, staring into the screen door. So we fed her a can of tuna. Not surprisingly, she came back the next day. And the next. So we bought some cat food.
"What could we call her?" I asked HIM. We sat and thought for a while, but came up with nothing.
The same day, HE was asked to write a letter of reference on behalf of one of HIS psychologist colleagues who is applying for a new job. When HE asked to whom HE should address the letter, HIS colleague replied, "Nuzhat Iqbal."
"What's a 'nuzhat'?" HE asked.
"It's her name - the woman to whom you're writing," replied HIS colleague.
I think you can figure out where this is going...
Meet Miss NuzKat Hairball:
We have a cat.
Okay, maybe not in the traditional sense - she doesn't really live with us or anything. But she's kind of adopted us. One day she was just sitting on our back porch, staring into the screen door. So we fed her a can of tuna. Not surprisingly, she came back the next day. And the next. So we bought some cat food.
"What could we call her?" I asked HIM. We sat and thought for a while, but came up with nothing.
The same day, HE was asked to write a letter of reference on behalf of one of HIS psychologist colleagues who is applying for a new job. When HE asked to whom HE should address the letter, HIS colleague replied, "Nuzhat Iqbal."
"What's a 'nuzhat'?" HE asked.
"It's her name - the woman to whom you're writing," replied HIS colleague.
I think you can figure out where this is going...
Meet Miss NuzKat Hairball:
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