PJ sent me these GORGEOUS yellow and orange tulips yesterday for our anniversary. I had just been outside photographing the pink and white tulips on campus plus lamenting the fact that the storm the night before had torn up some of them when I came in and found these perfect ones on my desk. Sweet! Made my day!
I woke up in horrible pain this morning so I didn't go to work. I think I may have pushed the shoulder a little too hard yesterday showing off with my new little hand weights. So now I'm piled in the bed with an ice pack blogging and tweeting (under the influence) from my iPhone.
When the drugs wear off a little I'm gonna sneak over to my office and get my tulips. I need them here with me to remind me how incredibly fortunate I am to have PJ...and an ice pack and drugs...and an iPhone.
I've decided that I am overwhelmed by social media. Twitter and Facebook are the main culprits. Probably Twitter more than anything. I discovered TweetDeck and I am obsessed with keeping up with the timelines and the columns and the @replies and the DM's. It's crazy. And don't even get me started about blip.fm. (Let's just say I'm an awesome DJ. Can I get a w00t w00t?)
I imagine my fascination and exploration will come to a grinding halt when I return to work on Monday, but I've had a great time "meeting" folks and finding new peeps to follow and picking up followers. So I mean "overwhelmed" in the nicest sense of the word. I think I've read more articles and stories as a result of tiny URL's in the last three weeks than I read all of last year. I feel so educated and enlightened...but alas, I have bills to pay, so I have to go back there. Back to work. And it's worrying me...for several reasons. Let's explore those reasons together, shall we?
Reasons I am worried about going back to work Monday
Reason #1: I have to wear a bra for at least eight hours in a row.
Reason #2: I don't think I can install TweetDeck on my office machine without getting someone else involved. And that someone else really doesn't need to know that I would be playing on Twitter at work. Not that he even knows what Twitter is. He just knows it isn't what I'm supposed to be doing. And he will tattle.
Reason #3: I will not be able to continue my role as Clover's personal assistant. Who will jump up and go running to her every single time she sits in the kitchen making that high pitched dog cry? She needs me.
Reason #4: Pajama pants are not appropriate business attire.
Reason #5: I have very little use of my left arm still. How will I carry my misto and use the Tweetie app on my iPhone while walking up and down the stairs at the Ferg?
I think I will stop there. I'm getting more and more depressed. Truth be told, my main worry is that my educated and enlightened self will be fading away come Monday. I would like to think I will return to work full of ideas and optimism and energy, but it's just not likely in my current environment. And yes, I realize I could be to blame for that. But I'm just not sure what to do about it. That's what worries me the most, really. That and the fact that I will have to wear shoes.
Work was a day of long meetings and pointless conference calls but I managed to pop in to see Noele long enough to wish her a happy birthday and to eat a piece of the unbelievable red velvet cake that Nelson made and decorated himself. Seriously. He drew that cat. With icing. And he made that icing. And he made the cake. From scratch. You know, with flour and eggs and lots of sugar and stuff? And it was DIVINE. I'm pretty sure he said it has 2 Weight Watcher points per large slice. (Insert Bon Qui Qui, "Is that what you had said?")
Happy Birthday, sweet Noele. Thank you for being hip and fun and for no longer thinking I am the devil that wears Prada. (You don't think that, do you?)
So work today is a total buzz kill. But I swear it will take more than that to get me off of my high from watching history being made yesterday.
When will I stop expecting people to be reasonable, responsible and just plain nice?
Never. Because I have to believe there is hope even for the worst of us.
I almost forgot that I got this award from Lisa last week. Work is nuts right now so I filed it away to come back to later and when I saw it today I was happy all over again. Thanks, Lisa. I love your blog, too. And I love how you can always cheer me up. I'm looking forward to seeing you and the other Scrap, Etc. DT girls tomorrow night! It has been too long.
If I understand correctly I am now supposed to answer the following questions with a one word answer. I rarely answer anything with just one word so this could be tricky:
I have no excuse. I won't even try. I laughed out loud when I read this by Jen Lancaster, though, because it is so me...as is much of her writing. I think we are related somehow and just don't know it.
So I'm gonna mix it up a little over the next few weeks - maybe a new design for the blog? Maybe try posting something every few days? Maybe add a new photo blog for my 365 thing I'm trying to do? Maybe update my album of layouts and such? Maybe? You think? Maybe not. You'll just have to wait and see. I'm ready for something new, though.
I'm wishing I could be done with the little voices that nag me about how I'm not good enough, not smart enough, not skinny enough...how I don't do enough, don't have enough, don't care enough...I need some of those little voices that pump me up with affirmations all day long about how beautiful and smart and creative and blessed and loved I am. Where do you get those little voices? Someone send me a link.
In an effort to start 2009 in a traditional yet creative way, I will tell you the top ten things for which I am most grateful...right now...today - January 4, 2009. And then I will tell you the top ten things I would love to change or do differently in 2009. And then I am moving on. Pity Party officially over. (At least for now.)
Grateful today for:
To do, change, be in 2009:
Happy New Year, friends. Let's get it started.
Why are some people so mean and hateful? Seriously? Is life so miserable for some that they have to make others miserable, too? Pathetic.
OK, so I'm taking a break from my helluva day to tell you about this amazing giveaway on mer mag's blog. Mer Mag (Merrilee) is not mean. Not at all. Mer Mag is suh-weet. I just discovered her. Her work is beautiful and inspiring. And it makes me all the more determined to quit my job and create full-time. Of course, I will need to work out that money detail first. I will keep you posted, though.
Oh, and when I do work out the money detail (i.e. win the lottery) - I'm not creating anything for any mean person. Ever. I don't care how much they pay me. Because mean people suck. I hate them. Yes, that's what I said. I HATE them.
Thank you and goodbye.
I haven't been showing up here because I don't really know where to begin or what to say. How's that for a lead sentence? You can really tell I'm a Mass Comm major, huh? I'm sure it's obvious that I'm the daughter of a news anchor now...that opening really hooks you in and makes you want to read more, doesn't it?
Sorry. I keep waiting for the fog to lift and for my mood to improve, but so far I'm about the same - sad and irritable and, as a result, hard to live with or work with. (Feel sorry for PJ and my co-workers. Feel very sorry for them.)
I've been slowly working on some Christmas shopping, and I spent some time in the toy department today at Target. Wow! I wish I had about $500 to blow on games just for me, myself, and I. I love Yahtzee (Great Shakes! It's Yahtzee!) and Trivial Pursuit and Scrabble, and who knew they have about ten different versions of each of those now? Amazing. I have no idea why I was in the toy department. I didn't buy anything there. I went to Target for something completely unrelated to toys - but somehow ended up in the toy department for the majority of my lunch hour. Christmas magic, I guess.
I must say that this week has been a little better than last week, and hopefully the days and weeks will soon begin to get a little easier. I figure it would be hard to get much worse. Last week's life highlights include whacking my head on the corner of the fireplace mantel so hard that I thought surely my head was detached from my body and rolling through the house. Two days later I was suffering a resulting pain in the neck and shoulder area that felt like I had been involved in a wreck with a large truck, and then one day later I found myself in the floor of a friend's bathroom during a lovely dinner party. (No, I was not drunk. I apparently took one too many muscle relaxers before having a glass or two of wine.)
I have to work tomorrow because of graduation (damn over-achievers), but for the rest of the weekend I plan on busying myself with writing thank you notes on the absolutely beautiful sympathy acknowledgment cards that Amanda from PaperRamma designed and printed for me. I found Amanda on etsy (where I used to go for inspiration and ideas, but now go for comfort and distraction). She's currently designing our Christmas card. I've thought a tiny bit about the CCN and haven't really decided what to do about that. It seems the tradition should go on, but what ever shall I say? "Dear Friends: My mother died. Yep, it sucks. Love, Mandy." I'm guessing that might be a bit macabre. So I'm working on it.
In the words of our astute nephew, Jay Johnson, "We shall see..."
I may have mentioned earlier that because of some complete ridiculousness (which I am forbidden to discuss) I had to remove all of the art (I'm using the term "art" rather loosely here) from the walls of my office. This was months ago. I really have no excuse for leaving the walls bare for so long now. (I bet I was subconsciously hoping to be relocating, but I am not discussing that right now either.) Anyway, I've been looking around for art for the office. Inexpensive yet meaningful and unique art. I can't find anything. Well, except for these. I can't imagine anything more relevant, though: