Life and Other Things I Don't Understand
Monday, July 25, 2005
Fun Food Network Fact
I just discovered that my birthday, December 8, is National Brownie Day.
Ed thinks that I somehow had a hand in this declaration.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
I Just Had To Go And Say It
Wow, posting twice in one seven-day span. I'm going for a personal record. Recently, at any rate.
I just had to go and mention cracking the coffee pot into the side of the sink and smashing it, didn't I? And guess what I did on Sunday?
Go ahead. Laugh. And call me Grace while you're at it. (Why not? That's what I called myself yesterday when my heel slipped off the back of my high-heeled sandal and I landed face-first on the floor as I exited the ladies room. After all that time in flat tennies, I guess I need training wheels...)
Anyhoo, I got a brand-spankin' new Stephanie-proof coffee pot. Shiny, chromey insulated metal carafe and a timer to make it start the brewing without me.
And I polished off the latest Harry Potter last night. I don't just read books, I devour them when they're tasty. (Yeah, yeah, some of you finished it sooner, but I didn't get my hands on it 'til late on Saturday, after which we took in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and went out for dinner. Sunday was Sam's Club, other errands, swimming, laundry, and some clothes shopping... leaving little time to really delve into the book until Sunday night.)
Life is good.
Now, let's see if Blogger freaks on this post and gives me bucketloads of header space again...
Thursday, July 14, 2005
This space is most definitely not intentionally left blank. I don't know what Blogger's up to, but, after much editing and re-editing, I can't get the damn post to stop publishing halfway down the page. So I give up and here's the funky off-kilter post.
*sigh*
Back From The Cone Of Silence
Well, howdydo and much apologies for the silence. Life’s been busy, I’ve been falling asleep at the ungodly early hour of ten-thirty, and really, for all its busy-ness, life’s been rather uneventful. As long as we ignore the weeklong muscle spasms (triggered by, of all the stupid things, menstrual cramps) in my back that’ve been giving me the posture of a question mark, that is. Thank god for Motrin, muscle relaxants and those squishy little blue icepacks. I’m nearly back to normal (if you could ever call what I am ‘normal’). I'd hate to think that my warranty’s nearly up and I’m gonna start falling apart now. Spare parts for Irish-Hungarian-Welsh-German women are kinda hard to come by.
... three days later...
Cripes, I can’t even finish more than one paragraph at a time! When I started this post, it was the morning of the last day of formal classroom training. One day out from going live on the phones and applying what I’d spent four weeks learning. There’s so many systems, so many regulations... so much spinning through my head that I’d planned on whining and carrying on about how I’d be sure to louse it up, sound like a moron, and basically give people the wrong information.
Well, now it’s Thursday night, I’ve spent most of the last two days (and half of Tuesday) manning the phone lines... and I’m amazed that I actually know what I’m doing! Well, most of the time, anyway. And when I don’t, we’ve got five (usually) smiling coaches swarming around the twenty of us to answer questions (or, in most cases, telling us where in the various reference systems we need to look to find those answers). I congratulated myself for only having to ask them two questions today (and they were for obscure stuff that wasn’t in the reference system... like, “If my husband and I hold a safety deposit box, and we want to add our daughter to it, do both of us have to be there to endorse her signature card?” The answer is “Yes,” in case you were just dying to know).
Well, it’s nearly collapse-into-bed time, and I haven’t prepared the morning’s life-giving caffeine infusion so I can just switch it on when the alarm goes off too damn early (I learned my lesson one day last spring about waiting ‘til morning to fill the coffeemaker when I accidentally smacked the pot into the side of the sink and shattered it, leaving me decaffeinated and butt-draggy).
Have a fantabulous Friday.
