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i actually watered the garden this am; and there are cucumbers growing. unfortunately, the mosquitoes still permeate so i was unable to count. but i saw at least two.
the tomato plants are growing right out of their cages. i think next year, i should scale back. or plant perennials.
i'm frustrated. i can't tell if it's all work, or work+aunt flo.
at least the dogs are making me smile right now.
i may enter a contest to decorate a plastic toy for a children's benefit auction being held by our parent company. i can't decide if i have the mad skillz to do it...
less than 13 available work-hours to get something figured out. i thought i had it last night, but now that i'm playing in photoshop, it's a lot more confusing than a 1"x2" thumbnail.
this is really ridiculous. i'm dripping from a 20 minute dog walk.
none of my shirts work; i sweat through all of them. actually, biking about was nice because it forces air past you. there were some kids on the bike path that gtfo of the way by one of them yelling, "biker!" i was like, "yr fine".
i can't wait until thursday... unless i can't take friday off. that's the kind of week i'm having. already.
my right, lower eye is twitching.
joy, joy crammer: she's a huge fan of the golden girls, and estelle getty's passing recently has had her in a little more of a funk than usual. also, her younger sister, jean crammer, has been irritating her.
co-worker, and wordsmith extraordinaire, has determined the perfect radio sign-off for joy, "thank you for being a friend."
i told you about morning coffee a couple weeks ago and how i wanted to use it to motivate or remind me to blog. i think it's been working. the page is fuller than usual (i know, no one scrolls to the bottom to check except me).
we took the puppers to kurt's mom's house yesterday to celebrate her 74th. she lives very near to a county park and the dogs had a blast. they ran about five times the length of the human walk, and were sufficiently exhausted quite early. it was nice to get out of the asphalt and traffic noise.
i get a pang in my side, i have to look up to see where the appendix is located. you'd think i'd be able to remember.
it's hard to admit, but i have been neglecting the garden. there are too many mosquitoes to even water it. so, this morning, i braved the buzzing creatures and pulled out some lettuce that was getting in the way and my cucumbers are going crazy. i'm going to be in big trouble when everything fruits all at the same time. the cherry tomato plant has 15 edibles. i think a salad is in order today.
i'm so glad it's friday.
also, check out this awesome clip a friend sent me. it's the cutest thing you'll ever see.
so, joy's got a crush on a highschool sweetie named peter heckle, she also has a long-standing grudge against the bully from the same time named lucy manningham who tricked her into thinking there was a manual for the entirety of the girl scouts of america that she had to memorize. joy quit 2 months after learning there was no such manual.
she's also got a cat named purrl.
i just looked at my calendar today; i have 3.5 hours of meetings. imagine my excitement.
that pang we talked about last week? yea, it's back.
also, i think i need to become a hermit. i think i mention that bi-annually.
or, maybe i could become a jaw-trap ant:
we have an ornery and tired bekee today. let's not discuss it.
four years ago today i had my first panic attack.
i can't effing believe that was four years ago. god, that was awful. i was sweating like a crazy person, i couldn't use my hands to pick up my pizza.
thus began a couple years of weirdness. i still get a little panicky in groups every now and again, but i've mostly been able to keep calm. i think it's been almost two years since my last one.
workmates and i have invented a fictional personality to host a knitting show on the radio: "knitting with joy. hi, i'm joy, joy crammer." she hosts the show by simply knitting, only stopping to talk if she drops a stitch or if there's a phone call. the call isn't audible, since the handset isn't mic'd, and it's always her mom.
when she's knitting, all you can hear is a faint click, click, click... and sometimes a whistle from her nostril. if you're lucky, you'll be able to mentally observe her creating a center-pull ball for her next project.
carries two brands of deodorant that do not contain antiperspirant; it took me no less than 15 minutes to figure this out.
i've been not really wearing antiperspirant cuz because it doesn't anti-perspire me, and just leaves white stains on shirts and ruins them. and i like most of my shirts.
not what i expected.
fortunately, i'm still good at pool. :)
kurt and nar just left for elkhart lake (i think?). so, i'm a bachelorette until tomorrow some time. i imagine it will mainly consist of playing solitaire. fitting, really.
the tendon that makes my middle finger work gets this little pang if i move my head to the right and front to stretch an aching neck/back muscle.
i need a chair massage; i don't like laying nekkid on tables.
i've maintained the eastside madison bloggers webring for over five years, and recently, the free web-based company that supported it changed their business model to less of a "ring" and more of a "we keep your links here". in addition, they're requiring advertisement of their site in close proximity to the webring link (which just takes you to their site where they list all the participants of said ring). see? lame.
so, this morning, i sent an email to the seven remaining members (one of whom is the boyfriend of an acquaintance... two degrees* of separation in madison).
hey guys, it's been a long, fun time... but ringsurf (the free site that powers most of the webrings on the internets) has gone and gotten all lame and weird and it just doesn't seem worth maintaining the ring anymore. webrings have gone by the wayside, being replaced by slightly more interesting social networks like talking, and bars. :)there are only eight of us, so i don't presume this will cause much of a stir. i'm going to delete the ring which will probably break your links.. so update at your leisure.
and thanks for hanging on for so long. :)
*thanks so much for your help, kevin!
someone told me they read bekeeblog two years back, so i had to go look. the first picture of jones is so cute.
i tried diluting my 32 oz of water with apple cider vinegar this morning. i was able to take only three sips the entire drive to work before exclaiming that it wasn't going to work. it appears i need to mix it with something that has a flavor. i'm sure passers-by were amused at the face i was making.
i just tweeted about having a headache. i never get headaches without a reason (drinking too much, heatstroke, head trauma*), so i'm slightly annoyed by it. i also have an aversion to analgesics and pills in general.
it's actually subsiding as i type. i can only blame the temperature and humidity; and the fact that i've been sedentary for about 30 minutes.
*this hasn't actually ever happened to me, i just assume it would be a good reason to have a headache.
i installed morning coffee, which is a firefox extension that you can assign websites to open by day. so, i'm trying to blog once each morning, even if it's pointless. it helps that i consider no one reads this blog with any regularity.
i have a 9:55 deadline, so i must un-distract.
i currently use stainless steel cutlery, but if i didn't already have it, i think i'd buy the polycarbonate spork
i made curtains:
and learned how to correctly use a turnbuckle:
my friend matt would laugh at me though, cuz as i was sewing the first curtain, it folded up under itself so i ended up sewing together about 8" of the curtain onto itself. that was frustrating.
another monday... everyone seems kinda down. no one's taking the group walk to the cafe, i've had my headphones on for the hour i've been here. i have a project due on friday and i don't want to do it.
i just spent $15 on two apps.
my iphone firmware upgrade seems to be going a lot better than most. even though it's taken almost 50 minutes and it's still syncing music.
we've been in our house.
a little bit ago i told you i wanted that laptop holder thingy from ikea but it wasn't available online... well... it is now.
some a-hole honked at me this morning because i pulled over for a firetruck that he didn't see. then it turned behind where we were and i looked like the dope.
i hate the royal we. especially when it could simply be replaced with, "i need you to do this for me." or "this needs to be done by yesterday, can you do it?"
apparently, it's also referred to as the "editorial we":
Mark Twain once said, "Only kings, presidents, editors, and people with tapeworms have the right to use the editorial 'we'."
after a long weekend, i usually forget my keycard on the dining room table. this morning, it didn't even occur to me until i got to donna dr. at century ave; 5 minutes away from work.
luckily, spetharoonio got here at quarter to 4*, so he was able to run downstairs and let me in.
*not really, it's a running joke about certain people's arrival time and their commitment to work.
according to googleads, the most relevant ad to push up right now is for safe genital hair removal.
according to a friend's mom who works for the arboretum, the plant i have is mustard. after a little research, i've learned that mustard is in the same genus as cabbage, which explains the "rubbery"-feeling leaves.
i also have this lovely flower on top of what i think is bee balm:
this is me, scowling at the tv.
so, i started dying my hair at 15. long, curly locks dyed turquoise. someone at school said it looked like snot. which it kinda did. then i started shaving the back of my head. you could hardly tell with all the hair i had. mom said, "stop being so radical!" i blamed the temperature. i have lots of follicles per square inch, it's one of those things you can complain about when you have thick hair.
thusly, green turned purple turned blue... black for a minute, not good with my complexion. it also resulted in some ruined bathroom floors, pillow cases, and the like. i recall ending with green bangs and a shaved head. a teacher in college asked if i'd ever "dye [my] hair a color found in nature?" i said that green was in nature, dummy. i then switched to orange. it's a little more socially acceptable (i.e., "found in nature").
i liked the brand of orange because i didn't need to bleach first. bleaching the hair just ruins it. and the scalp. like, your scalp is screaming for help.
i stopped dying my hair a year and a half ago just to check for greys before turning 30. i haven't found many since, and there's no need to keep track of them. so, as i write this, the dye is soaking into the follicles of my numerous hairs; making my scalp scared (not scarred). the after-shower mirror-look will be one of wonder which shouldn't surprise me, but is imminently going to; in some weird way.
see you tomorrow; orange, shiny, and as loud as before.