Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Elle's Day
So after careful review yesterday was yet again another wasted day. What exactly did Elle accomplish?
1. Showered, and applied make-up
2. Cleaned up the breakfast dishes
3. Grocery shopped (I even went 3 different places to get everything)
4. I did actually cook dinner. (it wasn't done until about 8:15, but I cooked!)
5. I worked on the quilt I started for myself.
6. Watched Mission Impossible while working on the quilt
7. came up with a new fundraiser idea that I pitched to D.
8. Carried on an Instant Messenger conversation about said fundraiser.
9. Found a new fundraiser in the mean time, an proceeded to carry on another conversation with D.
10. Eventually folded the sheets that were on the sofa. Of course that was at D's prompting when he brought them into the bedroom and threw them on the bed. Come on people, they are queen sized sheets and I am little. I needed his help anyway.
And the number of times Elle checked her email yesterday: about 15. of course many of those were simply because I was carrying on a conversation with a girlfriend and happened to be sitting in front of the computer.
Well today is my church 1/2 day so it has to be productive. Of course I work from 12-4:30 then have a meeting at 6, another at 7 and then choir at 8. So I won't be home until around 9:30 or so.
On a side note I did buy myself some flowers yesterday. Pink Tulips and white Alstromeria. Put it in a white vase... very pretty and chic. I also treated myself to a Coke. I lifted it from the youth fridge at the church, but gosh darn it I was certain the awaited email wouldn't come yesterday and I needed a treat.
1. Showered, and applied make-up
2. Cleaned up the breakfast dishes
3. Grocery shopped (I even went 3 different places to get everything)
4. I did actually cook dinner. (it wasn't done until about 8:15, but I cooked!)
5. I worked on the quilt I started for myself.
6. Watched Mission Impossible while working on the quilt
7. came up with a new fundraiser idea that I pitched to D.
8. Carried on an Instant Messenger conversation about said fundraiser.
9. Found a new fundraiser in the mean time, an proceeded to carry on another conversation with D.
10. Eventually folded the sheets that were on the sofa. Of course that was at D's prompting when he brought them into the bedroom and threw them on the bed. Come on people, they are queen sized sheets and I am little. I needed his help anyway.
And the number of times Elle checked her email yesterday: about 15. of course many of those were simply because I was carrying on a conversation with a girlfriend and happened to be sitting in front of the computer.
Well today is my church 1/2 day so it has to be productive. Of course I work from 12-4:30 then have a meeting at 6, another at 7 and then choir at 8. So I won't be home until around 9:30 or so.
On a side note I did buy myself some flowers yesterday. Pink Tulips and white Alstromeria. Put it in a white vase... very pretty and chic. I also treated myself to a Coke. I lifted it from the youth fridge at the church, but gosh darn it I was certain the awaited email wouldn't come yesterday and I needed a treat.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Elle's Attention Span
I have a very short attention span. Everyone who knows me will attest to this fact. So lets do a little sociological experiment on Elle today.
First: Elle suffers from ECD. (for the symptoms of EDC click here) It is currently 9:24 a.m. and I have checked my email 2 times.
Second: the following is a list of stuff I really should accomplish today.
1. Shower
2. Grocery Shop (D has no food)
3. Take garbage bag out of my office and place it in the garbage can.
4. do the breakfast dishes
5. fold the sheets that have been on the sofa for 3 days
6. make the bed
7. pick up the mess I made in A's room
8. balance the checkbook
9. cook dinner
Third: the following is a list of things I would really like to do today.
1. work on the multitudes of aprons I already started
2. work on the quilt I started for a girlfriend
3. finish the quilt I started for myself
4. start the scarf I said I would knit for D
5. start work on the costumes and props I said I would do for our church production of Godspell
So... as you can see I have many options on how I can spend my day. At the end of the day I will post to tell you exactly what I did (or did not) get accomplished and exactly how my affliction with ECD really is.
You then can attest to the fact that I must have ADD and assist me in finding a support group, or at least some medication. Either that or this is going to work great for me and I will pull a "see I really can get stuff done."
BTW, besides checking my email, I have read 8 blogs, read 2 yahoo groups, FRUA, and adoption.com. I have searched for handbags on ebay and written this blog entry. I want NO comments on the fact that I need to get a life. There are certain things in my life that I deserve to do at this point!
Wish me luck!
First: Elle suffers from ECD. (for the symptoms of EDC click here) It is currently 9:24 a.m. and I have checked my email 2 times.
Second: the following is a list of stuff I really should accomplish today.
1. Shower
2. Grocery Shop (D has no food)
3. Take garbage bag out of my office and place it in the garbage can.
4. do the breakfast dishes
5. fold the sheets that have been on the sofa for 3 days
6. make the bed
7. pick up the mess I made in A's room
8. balance the checkbook
9. cook dinner
Third: the following is a list of things I would really like to do today.
1. work on the multitudes of aprons I already started
2. work on the quilt I started for a girlfriend
3. finish the quilt I started for myself
4. start the scarf I said I would knit for D
5. start work on the costumes and props I said I would do for our church production of Godspell
So... as you can see I have many options on how I can spend my day. At the end of the day I will post to tell you exactly what I did (or did not) get accomplished and exactly how my affliction with ECD really is.
You then can attest to the fact that I must have ADD and assist me in finding a support group, or at least some medication. Either that or this is going to work great for me and I will pull a "see I really can get stuff done."
BTW, besides checking my email, I have read 8 blogs, read 2 yahoo groups, FRUA, and adoption.com. I have searched for handbags on ebay and written this blog entry. I want NO comments on the fact that I need to get a life. There are certain things in my life that I deserve to do at this point!
Wish me luck!
Friday, January 27, 2006
If Mike Tyson were a cat
We got home from the store the other night and I noticed something on the ear of one of our cats. Upon closer inspection I discovered it was dried blood. Evidently our cats had a little argument while we were out buying them cat food. J, our dumb male cat, probably pissed I, our fat female cat, off. She doesn't take crap from anyone.
Our house looked like something out of a CSI episode. You could follow the trail of "evidence" all over the house.
Exhibit #1: I had a crusty substance on her fur. This was either J slobber (which it usually is) or J's dried blood.
Exhibit #2: A big spot of dried blood on J's ear and a missing chunk of said ear. (see photo below)
Exhibit #3: Drops of dried blood in the hall
Exhibit #4: More dried blood in the TV cabinet in our bedroom
Exhibit #5: clumps of grey cat hair on the floor in front of said TV cabinet.
Exhibit #6: tufts of hair coming out of grey cat.
Exhibit #7: tufts of orange cat hair stuck in the claws of said grey cat.
Now I don't have that fancy CSI testing equipment, but I think this is enough evidence to prove that Isis pulled a Mike Tyson on J. Although, I am sure he totally deserved it.
Our house looked like something out of a CSI episode. You could follow the trail of "evidence" all over the house.
Exhibit #1: I had a crusty substance on her fur. This was either J slobber (which it usually is) or J's dried blood.
Exhibit #2: A big spot of dried blood on J's ear and a missing chunk of said ear. (see photo below)
Exhibit #3: Drops of dried blood in the hall
Exhibit #4: More dried blood in the TV cabinet in our bedroom
Exhibit #5: clumps of grey cat hair on the floor in front of said TV cabinet.
Exhibit #6: tufts of hair coming out of grey cat.
Exhibit #7: tufts of orange cat hair stuck in the claws of said grey cat.
Now I don't have that fancy CSI testing equipment, but I think this is enough evidence to prove that Isis pulled a Mike Tyson on J. Although, I am sure he totally deserved it.
Does this look like the face of a vicious lunatic to you?
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Mother Nature's Cruel Joke
It is very sad when you measure rain in # of days and sunshine in # of hours. We ended up having something like 27-30 straight days of rain. We were watching the news last night and the weather guy said that we had 30 straight hours of sun (or clear sky) How sad is that?
Yesterday was the nicest day we had in a long time. I mean beautiful! I opened the sunroof on my car (all the way), wore my sandals (albeit with socks) and thought damn this is nice. Of course yesterday was my afternoon at the church. So I spent the beautiful day indoors.
The weatherman also predicted it was going to rain today (my day off), but it wouldn't start until the afternoon. So I do my usual routine of email, blogs, shower, etc. and I have the intent of going outside to take care of a few weeds in my garden. I go out side, grab my tools and start hacking the heads off of ugly weeds. And what happens? No more than 2 minutes into my fun it starts raining. Ok, I am from the Northwest, I can handle a little sprinkle. I keep working. It starts to rain harder. It now becomes decision time. Do I throw on all the rain gear and keep working or do I pack it in and go in my warm house?
Well, I am sitting at the computer so you can guess what I did. All I want to do is pull some weeds so I don't look like the neighborhood embarrassment. Well, if you saw my yard you wouldn't call it that, but most of my neighbors know I am a horticulturalist. How bad is it for a plant person to have a crappy garden? I mean come on, I have a reputation to uphold here. I can't let the little old ladies that walk by and say things like, "oh look at that garden, she isn't going to have anything in that flower bed come winter. She planted all deciduous plants." HA ladies you are WRONG!!! There is something in that bed!! WEEDS!! I win I win. Ok, bad example.
So here I sit. And by my calculation it is 11:16 am and that is definitely not afternoon. Walter the Weather guy - you were WRONG!
Yesterday was the nicest day we had in a long time. I mean beautiful! I opened the sunroof on my car (all the way), wore my sandals (albeit with socks) and thought damn this is nice. Of course yesterday was my afternoon at the church. So I spent the beautiful day indoors.
The weatherman also predicted it was going to rain today (my day off), but it wouldn't start until the afternoon. So I do my usual routine of email, blogs, shower, etc. and I have the intent of going outside to take care of a few weeds in my garden. I go out side, grab my tools and start hacking the heads off of ugly weeds. And what happens? No more than 2 minutes into my fun it starts raining. Ok, I am from the Northwest, I can handle a little sprinkle. I keep working. It starts to rain harder. It now becomes decision time. Do I throw on all the rain gear and keep working or do I pack it in and go in my warm house?
Well, I am sitting at the computer so you can guess what I did. All I want to do is pull some weeds so I don't look like the neighborhood embarrassment. Well, if you saw my yard you wouldn't call it that, but most of my neighbors know I am a horticulturalist. How bad is it for a plant person to have a crappy garden? I mean come on, I have a reputation to uphold here. I can't let the little old ladies that walk by and say things like, "oh look at that garden, she isn't going to have anything in that flower bed come winter. She planted all deciduous plants." HA ladies you are WRONG!!! There is something in that bed!! WEEDS!! I win I win. Ok, bad example.
So here I sit. And by my calculation it is 11:16 am and that is definitely not afternoon. Walter the Weather guy - you were WRONG!
Monday, January 23, 2006
God, Help me!
During road trips D and I (ok mostly me) like to talk about dreams for our life. It actually is my way of getting D to talk about his feelings, but that is a different story.
So on this trip to Canada I started asking, "if you could do anything in the world what would it be?" D wants to be a professional golfer. Of course he thought this was totally unrealistic, but I thought otherwise. Ok, maybe playing on the PGA tour was a little unrealistic, but being a golf pro is not. You have to go to school for it. Of course the school is in Florida and we live in Washington, but hey it isn't unrealistic.
What do I want to do? Oh the possibilities. What don't I want to do is more like it. I told D that there is so much out there I want to do, but I am running out of lifetime. How can that be at my age? That just goes to show you how long my list actually is.
The big thing I want to do is own my own store. I have lots of ideas of what type of store I would like to have. We had talked about a Play it Again Sports. I thought about starting a landscape design studio that would be an intern program for new designers. But the thing I think would be the most fun is starting my own boutique style floral shop. Not one of these floral shops where they sell all that gifty crap or tons of shit people really don't need, but one of those sleek, refined shops. You know, the type of place that the average joe is intimidated to go into. I want it to be like that, only the average joe would be welcome in my shop.
I know, this sounds nuts. I always come up with these ideas that just sit there in my mind or I try them and fail miserably. I have a feeling that this is a flavor of the month type of idea. I do this all the time. The good news is, so far I have not purchased a book on the subject. In fact I do not own a single floral design book. but the catch is that I actually started looking up schools that teach floral design. There are 2 in my area. One is at the local technical college, the other is actually a floral design institute in Seattle.
I cannot believe I would even consider going back to school, let alone for something that I already know how to do. Of course I have never worked as a floral designer or in a flower shop for that matter. I just know that I love flowers, I like the creative aspect of it and it would give me the chance to own my own store front.
Someone please stop me. Can someone please show me where the brain "off" switch is?
So on this trip to Canada I started asking, "if you could do anything in the world what would it be?" D wants to be a professional golfer. Of course he thought this was totally unrealistic, but I thought otherwise. Ok, maybe playing on the PGA tour was a little unrealistic, but being a golf pro is not. You have to go to school for it. Of course the school is in Florida and we live in Washington, but hey it isn't unrealistic.
What do I want to do? Oh the possibilities. What don't I want to do is more like it. I told D that there is so much out there I want to do, but I am running out of lifetime. How can that be at my age? That just goes to show you how long my list actually is.
The big thing I want to do is own my own store. I have lots of ideas of what type of store I would like to have. We had talked about a Play it Again Sports. I thought about starting a landscape design studio that would be an intern program for new designers. But the thing I think would be the most fun is starting my own boutique style floral shop. Not one of these floral shops where they sell all that gifty crap or tons of shit people really don't need, but one of those sleek, refined shops. You know, the type of place that the average joe is intimidated to go into. I want it to be like that, only the average joe would be welcome in my shop.
I know, this sounds nuts. I always come up with these ideas that just sit there in my mind or I try them and fail miserably. I have a feeling that this is a flavor of the month type of idea. I do this all the time. The good news is, so far I have not purchased a book on the subject. In fact I do not own a single floral design book. but the catch is that I actually started looking up schools that teach floral design. There are 2 in my area. One is at the local technical college, the other is actually a floral design institute in Seattle.
I cannot believe I would even consider going back to school, let alone for something that I already know how to do. Of course I have never worked as a floral designer or in a flower shop for that matter. I just know that I love flowers, I like the creative aspect of it and it would give me the chance to own my own store front.
Someone please stop me. Can someone please show me where the brain "off" switch is?
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I've been threatened
Wouldn't it be great if those were one of those stories where I get to play the victim and there is this big stalker threatening to kidnap me? It would make for a fantastic story, but sadly that is not the case. I was threatened by D.
I forgot to mention in my previous posts that I am really bad driver. I mean really bad. Ok, not Rhonda bad, but bad. I have managed to drive myself 30 miles without knowing how I got from point A to point B. Seriously. It isn't so much that I am not paying attention... well... maybe I'm not. I get distracted by random thoughts and just go through the motions of driving. I usually make it home safe. I haven't been in an accident in a good number of years. (knocking vigorously on wood)
Well, this evening I was driving home from work and evidently I was not paying attention. I realized that the person in front of me was not moving. So I did an awesome defensive driving move and slammed on my brakes and swerved. I was slick. Shaking like hell, but slick.
I got home and told D about my little adventure. The conversation went something a little like this:
Elle: I just about wrecked my car tonight.
D: weren't paying attention were you?
Elle: I have no idea what you are talking about.
D: If you wreck your car that is it. No more car. We can't afford to buy you a new one.
Elle: So I should pay attention while I am driving?
D: Yeah, I'm thinking so.
Evidently I need to become a more alert driver.
In other news, I finally found the coveted cell phone ringtone. It took a little creative Googling to actually find it. It isn't called the Hey Song. It is Rock and Roll part 2 by Gary Glitter. You have to know the one I am talking about. It is the song they play at every hockey rink after every home team goal. Now my phone plays it. I just wish more people would call me.
The finalists for the ringtone were:
Back in the USSR (Derek stole this one from me)
Knight Rider (keeping in that whole 80's theme)
Ob-la-di, Ob-la da
and
The Mister Six song
Next I am on the hunt for the Hockey Night in Canada song.
I forgot to mention in my previous posts that I am really bad driver. I mean really bad. Ok, not Rhonda bad, but bad. I have managed to drive myself 30 miles without knowing how I got from point A to point B. Seriously. It isn't so much that I am not paying attention... well... maybe I'm not. I get distracted by random thoughts and just go through the motions of driving. I usually make it home safe. I haven't been in an accident in a good number of years. (knocking vigorously on wood)
Well, this evening I was driving home from work and evidently I was not paying attention. I realized that the person in front of me was not moving. So I did an awesome defensive driving move and slammed on my brakes and swerved. I was slick. Shaking like hell, but slick.
I got home and told D about my little adventure. The conversation went something a little like this:
Elle: I just about wrecked my car tonight.
D: weren't paying attention were you?
Elle: I have no idea what you are talking about.
D: If you wreck your car that is it. No more car. We can't afford to buy you a new one.
Elle: So I should pay attention while I am driving?
D: Yeah, I'm thinking so.
Evidently I need to become a more alert driver.
In other news, I finally found the coveted cell phone ringtone. It took a little creative Googling to actually find it. It isn't called the Hey Song. It is Rock and Roll part 2 by Gary Glitter. You have to know the one I am talking about. It is the song they play at every hockey rink after every home team goal. Now my phone plays it. I just wish more people would call me.
The finalists for the ringtone were:
Back in the USSR (Derek stole this one from me)
Knight Rider (keeping in that whole 80's theme)
Ob-la-di, Ob-la da
and
The Mister Six song
Next I am on the hunt for the Hockey Night in Canada song.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Crisis Averted
I did it! I finally did it! I am so proud of myself (ok tooting my own horn a little too much here). I actually filled out the online prescription form and had my Pfizer gold refilled. Of course I waited until D was home to drive me down to the pharmacy to pick it up, but that is a different story. So tomorrow there will be no sneezing fits. I must say though that the allergy attacks are quite the ab workout.
Considering the fact that the furthest I went today was the front stoop I got surprisingly little accomplished. It was one of those scattered days I have. See, I may have 3 paying jobs, but I only work outside of the home a day and a half a week. The 2 in home jobs are my own businesses and if I don't feel like working I don't. Today I didn't feel like working. So I started the day with reading my favorite blogs, followed by sweeping the floors (sooo needed to be done), then I sat down at the sewing machine to work on a project. Then the thread broke so I went to do some ironing, then the iron kinda burned the ironing board pad. Then I went back to the sewing machine, then to the dishes... can you see a pattern here? I think the pharmacist should slip me some Ritalin instead of Zyrtec.
So D and I are going on a romantic one night get away this weekend. I am sooo excited. We haven't been away for a very long time. The last hotel stay we had was on a rock hard bed in Vancouver, WA. But that was to help D's sister move, and wasn't really romantic. This time we are going to Vancouver, BC. One of my favorite places in the world. Staying at the Hyatt and having dinner at the noodle house. Of course I will just have to stare longingly at the doors of GM Place since we can't afford hockey tickets. I do plan on spending every last cent I have on a new Team Canada Olympic sweatshirt though.
I have this wonderful Roots sweatshirt from the last Olympics. But frankly it has been deemed unfit for "out of the house wear." So I have to buy a new one. The bad part is HBC is doing the Team Canada stuff. But a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
I really am way too excited about this night away. I know I don't have any kids to get away from, but I do have cats. And a night in a bed with just the 2 of us is just heaven!
Considering the fact that the furthest I went today was the front stoop I got surprisingly little accomplished. It was one of those scattered days I have. See, I may have 3 paying jobs, but I only work outside of the home a day and a half a week. The 2 in home jobs are my own businesses and if I don't feel like working I don't. Today I didn't feel like working. So I started the day with reading my favorite blogs, followed by sweeping the floors (sooo needed to be done), then I sat down at the sewing machine to work on a project. Then the thread broke so I went to do some ironing, then the iron kinda burned the ironing board pad. Then I went back to the sewing machine, then to the dishes... can you see a pattern here? I think the pharmacist should slip me some Ritalin instead of Zyrtec.
So D and I are going on a romantic one night get away this weekend. I am sooo excited. We haven't been away for a very long time. The last hotel stay we had was on a rock hard bed in Vancouver, WA. But that was to help D's sister move, and wasn't really romantic. This time we are going to Vancouver, BC. One of my favorite places in the world. Staying at the Hyatt and having dinner at the noodle house. Of course I will just have to stare longingly at the doors of GM Place since we can't afford hockey tickets. I do plan on spending every last cent I have on a new Team Canada Olympic sweatshirt though.
I have this wonderful Roots sweatshirt from the last Olympics. But frankly it has been deemed unfit for "out of the house wear." So I have to buy a new one. The bad part is HBC is doing the Team Canada stuff. But a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.
I really am way too excited about this night away. I know I don't have any kids to get away from, but I do have cats. And a night in a bed with just the 2 of us is just heaven!
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