Baby, it's cold outside.
Oct. 27th, 2002 07:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaselmomDaylight Savings Time day rolls around and all of a sudden it's like deep winter at the Weaselmom household. Early this morning S and I were squabbling over the blankets like dingoes over a baby. It's bloody cold out there, so we holed up in the computer room with the heat on. It's almost 8 p.m. and I haven't accomplished a single useful thing all day. Had to wake myself up around 9:30 this morning crying from a nightmare, as S had taken himself out for a quiet brekkie on his own. Here I sit, still unshowered and in my robe and slippers, after having read the paper and slacked around on the Web all day. Our immediate plans are to send S to the store for some much-needed TP, and then we'll adjourn to the living room and slack around in front of the TV until bedtime.
Yesterday was busybusy. Got my car tabs, and if I could just manage to take them out of my purse and put them on my license plate, I'd consider it a job well done. As it is, if I get pulled over, I'm going to have to make excuses as to why I'm too busy to do this little thing. Then we headed over to Sc and Je's house for a pumpkin-carving party. Sc is a very practical fellow, and he had opened about a dozen pumpkins with a jigsaw and gutted them before we arrived. I carved my Generic Scary Face and then attempted to do one of those pattern things, a wolf howling at the moon. I felt about 12 years old, because every time I came to a difficult part, I could pout at S and he'd take over until I whined "I can do it! Let me!" It turned out beautifully. They now have some dozen fabulous pumpkins lining the front steps. I hope they win their neighborhood pumpkin parade thing. After that, we headed to a party given by the costumer elements of our SCA clan. It was supposed to have an Addams Family theme. S wore his hospital scrubs, a stethoscope, and a red foam clown nose and went as Patch Adams (rimshot). I wore my clingy black dress with the swoopy gothy sleeves and the leather waist cincher and went as Random Gothy Addams. All was fine until I got an excruciating rib-cramp kind of thing on my left side and S had to tear me out of the corset. I've got a weird sticky-out bottom rib on that side that makes it difficult to wear corsets, no matter how much I love them in theory. Anyway, I suppose the party could have been duller, but not by much. S always ends up playing computer games in the basement, leaving me to converse with a bunch of people who are not K or PMB or L or any of the brilliant, funny women I love so much. We ended up sitting around watching "Nightmare Before Christmas" which was at least a small diversion. I don't mean to imply that these are not good people, because they are, but I just don't have that much in common with them. I'm spoiled by my own friendships.
I'm still temping, and the group has extended my assignment till the end of the month and probably beyond. Again, we're still tiptoeing around any possible future for me in the department. I'm still working very hard and being undercompensated. The most annoying thing (besides having to get up at 6:30 in the morning) is that the air in the offices is super dry. I have a bad case of Tundra Sinus and a constant, low-level sinus headache along with a life-threatening build-up of what E/N/T docs euphemistically refer to as "crusts." My advice to you is to invest heavily in whatever company makes Sudafed.
In an attempt to cheer up K and amuse any other readers out there, I offer up these extremely time-wasting Web sites for your surfing pleasure.
At Irony Central you will find several months' worth of journal entries by a Seattle guy who has been documenting life with their new baby girl. By turns hilarious and horrifying. If, after reading through these entries, you still want to have children, then go back and re-read it and don't skip bits this time.
Odd Todd's site might hit a little close to home for those of us who were laid off for a good long time. Not work-safe. Then again, a lot of us aren't working, right?
On Odd Todd's site I found a reference to an Xtreme furniture company called Overkill Design. I love their ad copy for the various office furniture items they've designed, such as the little file cabinet called "Roll-away Bastard."
I'm still jonesing for baby weasels. I have a copy of the latest catalog from The Ferret Company and I pore over it constantly. I don't know if I'll end up adopting another little kit that looks like Bug, but it's the picture that catches my eye most often. Today I was looking at the blanket wrapped around me and bunched up on the floor and remembering how one or the other of the weasels used to either make a nest in the blankie at my feet, or clamber up the sheer blankie cliff to be loved and snuggled. Waaaahhh.
I've been informed that it's time to go watch movies, so that's all from me.
Yesterday was busybusy. Got my car tabs, and if I could just manage to take them out of my purse and put them on my license plate, I'd consider it a job well done. As it is, if I get pulled over, I'm going to have to make excuses as to why I'm too busy to do this little thing. Then we headed over to Sc and Je's house for a pumpkin-carving party. Sc is a very practical fellow, and he had opened about a dozen pumpkins with a jigsaw and gutted them before we arrived. I carved my Generic Scary Face and then attempted to do one of those pattern things, a wolf howling at the moon. I felt about 12 years old, because every time I came to a difficult part, I could pout at S and he'd take over until I whined "I can do it! Let me!" It turned out beautifully. They now have some dozen fabulous pumpkins lining the front steps. I hope they win their neighborhood pumpkin parade thing. After that, we headed to a party given by the costumer elements of our SCA clan. It was supposed to have an Addams Family theme. S wore his hospital scrubs, a stethoscope, and a red foam clown nose and went as Patch Adams (rimshot). I wore my clingy black dress with the swoopy gothy sleeves and the leather waist cincher and went as Random Gothy Addams. All was fine until I got an excruciating rib-cramp kind of thing on my left side and S had to tear me out of the corset. I've got a weird sticky-out bottom rib on that side that makes it difficult to wear corsets, no matter how much I love them in theory. Anyway, I suppose the party could have been duller, but not by much. S always ends up playing computer games in the basement, leaving me to converse with a bunch of people who are not K or PMB or L or any of the brilliant, funny women I love so much. We ended up sitting around watching "Nightmare Before Christmas" which was at least a small diversion. I don't mean to imply that these are not good people, because they are, but I just don't have that much in common with them. I'm spoiled by my own friendships.
I'm still temping, and the group has extended my assignment till the end of the month and probably beyond. Again, we're still tiptoeing around any possible future for me in the department. I'm still working very hard and being undercompensated. The most annoying thing (besides having to get up at 6:30 in the morning) is that the air in the offices is super dry. I have a bad case of Tundra Sinus and a constant, low-level sinus headache along with a life-threatening build-up of what E/N/T docs euphemistically refer to as "crusts." My advice to you is to invest heavily in whatever company makes Sudafed.
In an attempt to cheer up K and amuse any other readers out there, I offer up these extremely time-wasting Web sites for your surfing pleasure.
At Irony Central you will find several months' worth of journal entries by a Seattle guy who has been documenting life with their new baby girl. By turns hilarious and horrifying. If, after reading through these entries, you still want to have children, then go back and re-read it and don't skip bits this time.
Odd Todd's site might hit a little close to home for those of us who were laid off for a good long time. Not work-safe. Then again, a lot of us aren't working, right?
On Odd Todd's site I found a reference to an Xtreme furniture company called Overkill Design. I love their ad copy for the various office furniture items they've designed, such as the little file cabinet called "Roll-away Bastard."
I'm still jonesing for baby weasels. I have a copy of the latest catalog from The Ferret Company and I pore over it constantly. I don't know if I'll end up adopting another little kit that looks like Bug, but it's the picture that catches my eye most often. Today I was looking at the blanket wrapped around me and bunched up on the floor and remembering how one or the other of the weasels used to either make a nest in the blankie at my feet, or clamber up the sheer blankie cliff to be loved and snuggled. Waaaahhh.
I've been informed that it's time to go watch movies, so that's all from me.
