December 20, 2014
If I tell you that, in the middle of the night, you are sound asleep and are awakened by a thundering herd of footsteps down the stairs adjacent to your bedroom wall and you half sleepily try to block it out figuring it’s the ass who lives upstairs and always uses the kitchenette outside your door and leaves a huge freakin’ mess in it until you then hear the herd stop outside your door, and while talking loudly try to open your bedroom door, if then I tell you I feel awkward and violated and unable to go back to sleep would you blame me?
Certainly I am probably over reacting, but who likes to wake up to a herd of strangers who tried to get into your room and then camped outside it having a nice cozy chat and upon asking them to please not visit there because you are trying to sleep and have to work in the morning, and even though they apologized saying they thought I was gone for the holiday, they tell you that they are going to be sleeping the the landlords spare room right across from you and connecting to your bathroom, that you for some reason now feel like you are the interloper in your own home and can’t stop wondering why they were trying to get into your room especially if they thought you were gone?
Now, here I lie feeling vulnerable and inexplicably miserable, listening to the strangers settle in to sleep across the way and now I just can’t seem to fall back to sleep. I don’t like surprises, and I don’t like people trying to get in my bedroom and I don’t like having strangers I don’t know sharing my space. And in the dark of the night, being tired and jarred awake just amplify all the negative, uncomfortable, yucky feelings.
December 19, 2014
but only in the very best sense!
You have to check it out it’s hilarious!
I saw this over at Scratching to Escape. Thanks for sharing Jess! It made my day. I mean, who doesn’t love dogs eating with people hands?!?
December 18, 2014
A friend sent me this:
I guess not only am I a glass half empty kinda person, but a “I can’t put it down” sort as well….
I have to add though, if your glass is half empty and you’re wandering through the desert, you’ll want to hold that water up as long as possible. My point being, you can ignore dying of thirst in the desert, or you can ignore being broke, but it won’t make it go away. So as clever and as cute as this psychologist is, some kinds of stress you can’t make go away just by ignoring your problems.
I have learned to let a lot go. I’ve put down a a lot of glasses of water. But you can’t let everything go, once you do what’s the point of going forward? Sometimes stress is there to make you want to affect a change.
The key in everything is moderation.
How far will you carry your glass of water before you get where you want to be in life? Or will you just give up and put it down half way there because your arm hurts?
December 17, 2014
That’s right boys and girls, today is National Maple Syrup Day. So go make yourself a mess of pancakes and pour it on!
Image from Google Images
December 16, 2014
Today is the day. My physics final begins at 7:30 am. I am both petrified and relieved. If I pass, I move on to physics 2 in the spring. If I fail, I’ll have to revisit physics 1.
Here’s hoping my sad math brain doesn’t fail me. Hopefully my humor won’t either…
I think if I understand enough to find these jokes funny, that should be all the physics I need. I think I deserve an A, don’t you?
But, I’m definitely more a glass is half empty kinda person.
And I’m pretty sure my final will resemble this:
December 15, 2014
There is a season 3 of Miranda!
photo from Hulu
Such fun! After a long dreadfully dull day of studying physics, I sat down to dinner and some Hulu, and there it was, big as Queen Kong, season 3 of Miranda.
I laughed til I cried and my sides hurt.
Now if only I could say the same about tomorrow’s physics final….
December 13, 2014
I’m off to work in a few minutes, and this is what I have to wear:
I look pretty ridiculous in this photo, and the top is a size too small and the neck line is so tight that I’m constantly tugging at it. But, that said, I’d much rather wear this and look ridiculous in it than wear the highly unflattering polo and khaki slacks that is non holiday tour attire. I am not sharing one of those photos.