Friday, December 22, 2006
The best presents
Are home-made. My favorites so far: a bee-yoo-tiful apron made especially for me, a mix CD, and a totally riotous silkscreened tee (black, of course) of Mistah Cash flipping off the photographer. A thousand thank-yous to my talented and gracious friends. You bring me great joy.
Currently listening :
By Various Artists
Thursday, December 21, 2006
I awoke. It was dark, but given the severity of the storm, I knew that the power could go out. My throat still hurt, but I was so proud of myself for sleeping through the night, and breathing through my nose.
And then I realized that it was only 12:30.
I woke up about 27 more times before morning. Uuuuuuggggghhhh.
On the other hand, I did manage to breathe through my nose all night. I seriously wonder if I need to go to the doctor. But I keep repeating the mantra: “A cold will last seven days if you treat it, and a week if you don’t.”
So, back to the snow. Yeah, it snowed. Or rather, it’s still snowing and the experts are saying we’ll get another 2-5 inches before it stops. There is a LOT of snow out there. Cars are buried, my front door is snowed shut (and I repeatedly cleared it out yesterday/last night so that wouldn’t happen), and last night I noticed that the furnace chimney on the clubhouse is buried under snow. Isn’t that, um, a bad thing? The airport, I-25, I-70, and I-80 are all closed. The office is closed, too, which means that this (expletive deleted) illness is only costing me a day and half more than anyone else is missing.
Some photos posted here.
Monday, December 18, 2006
This is NOT the flu
At least, it’s a (thankfully) mild flu. No fever. Every other symptom, but no fever. Not miserable at all. Heck, I’ve had worse colds than this. And, as an added bonus, if I get this out of the way NOW, then I won’t be sick for Christmas. Right?
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoo!
Nora’s freezin’ on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley-garoo!
Don’t we know archaic barrel,
Lullaby Lilla boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don’t love Harold,
Boola boola Pensacoola hullabaloo!
— Walt Kelly
Sunday, December 10, 2006
I’ve got rhythm
I’m in Milwaukee for work. I’m becoming accustomed to the concept of the varying schedule that a press check forces, but I’m still stunned at how quickly my circadian rhythm goes out of whack. I rec’d a call at 8am this morning, which should have been fine, but I didn’t go to bed until 3am and it took me at least 20 minutes to be able to grasp what DAY it was. The previous three days of sleeping and waking at all hours has really messed me up, in spite of my trying to maintain some kind of normalcy. So now, I’m giving in. It’s noon and I’m going to take a nap. I’ll try to get some Christmas shopping done during the Packers game this afternoon, when people will (hopefully) not be in my way. They’re printing a massive run now, so I’m not expecting another call before 2am…
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
(or, taking a metaphor aaaaalllll the way to the edge)
I want to shake the snow globe, but I’m afraid I might break it. I have to learn to remember, replacements are available.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Saturday Morning Happy Things
(see if you can sense the theme before I reach the end)
1. my KitchenAid Ultra Power stand mixer
2. the lovely friend who GAVE me his KitchenAid (I am forever grateful, and still stunned)
3. that I need pliers to get the top off of my ginormous bottle of Mexican vanilla (I don’t know why that pleases me; it’s actually a pain in the butt. But I keep the pliers in the kitchen within easy reach.)
4. the splash guard for my KitchenAid
5. fresh whipped cream