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Weblog Archives January 26, 2004 So, I still have the 'flu, although I feel a lot better than I did yesterday. Hopefully, I'll feel even better tomorrow and actually accomplish things. I have accomplished a couple of things today, I'm writing in here, for instance, and I finished the book I was reading, and I created a page about split pea (my production company, not the soup) so that's got to count for something, right? The Man is going to teach me to edit photos later so I can jazz up a few of these pages with some incriminating photos. Okay, so they aren't incriminating, just photos, but anyway... I haven't really gotten as much out of January as I had hoped, what with the Man's surgery, and multiple cases of the 'flu ricocheting around the house but I have a week left to get really organized for February. Perhaps if I start off really organized, I'll be able to knock the month on its ass. I live in hope. But hope isn't enough, I have some serious work to do, so I'm going to sign off and do some organizing (yes, I know I should spell that with an s, but I like the Z. Z really doesn't get enough work to do as far as I'm concerned and I, for one, refuse to put up with its lazy-ass ways any longer! Note how by calling attention to its lazy-ass ways I forced Z to do even more work - nice, hey?). Oh and by the way, I'm experiment with the appearance of my site. Please bear with me. Oh and I hate Coreldraw today. Thank you and good night. Also, I can't seem to turn this blue section into a reasonably sized column. Damn it. DAMN IT! January 25, 2004 Do you know what sucks? No? Oh, I'll tell you. When because you have a toddler who fills up your brain all week you have to cram most of your work and your personal time in on the weekend and then on the weekend you wake up with a godforsaken 'flu. And not even the sort of 'flu that confines you to your bed but the kind that just saps your energy and leaves you feeling awful and cold so you feel like you should be doing stuff but you just can't drag your ass to do it. January 22, 2004 This is going to be short, the Boy just woke up and the Man graciously got out of bed to try and calm him while I write. I just had a most excellent writer's meeting with the Phil. I feel all energized and writerly, I wish I had the luxury of staying up all night to write. Perhaps we need to have our meetings in the afternoon so once I'm infused with writerly inclinations and I can run with them instead of hoping they'll hold out until I can find time to nurture them. I had a really productive day today, or at least I had a productive couple of hours while Alex napped and watched TV. If only I could focus every day as quickly as I did today, I could really motor through my to do list. Next item on to do list: learn to focus quickly! January 21, 2004 Do you think Bill Gates can really track all the stuff on the internet that the spam says he can? I mean, there's no smoke without fire is there? Perhaps he's sitting in a really expensive chair in a really expensive robe* monitoring everything we're all doing as we're doing it. Well, not everything we're doing, just the internet stuff. I wouldn't put it past him, he seems to have powers beyond those of ordinary humans. Why am I thinking about this? Because I was going to write a little rant about how much I hate trying to use Word for anything beyond the most basic word processing because it jerks me around with fancy margin stuff but then I envisioned myself answering the door tomorrow morning to two black suited men representing Mr. Gates so let's forget I mentioned Word at all. So, yeah, I re-read the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy today. I love that book. Everyone should read it. Or at least anyone with my kind of sense of humour. I had forgotten how much it made me laugh, Improbability Drives, Hooloovoos and Dentarthurdent, oh my! Anyway, I'm obviously up past my bed time. Good night! *or maybe he's in a blessed (read: holey. No, not holy, I mean having a quantity of holes. I just like the holy/blessed/ holey play on words) pair of underwear, in a white plastic lawn chair pulled up to a board on milk crates upon which sits the fastest, most expensive computer ever. I don't know, I'm just being paranoid here, I'm not stalking him or anything. January 19, 2004 So, I didn't get around to posting anything yesterday. Somehow, getting so little sleep that I felt ill and then helping my Mom and GDan out in the evening ate up my whole day. Funny how that happens, huh? Anyway, to make up for my unproductive day yesterday I worked my ass off today. I got all sorts of annoying housework out of the way (damn kitchen floors and their habit of getting stuff spilled on them) and I ran some messages this afternoon. For reasons beyond my control (e.g. a closed library) I didn't get all of my messages run, but I did get to spend the afternoon hanging with Janet so all was not lost. And this evening, I actually did some long term planning for business and volunteer stuff. Now, of course, I'm completely wiped and I just want to go to bed but it's only 10:54 so I kind of want to stay up just on principle (my high school self is snickering at me right now - yes, that's the funny sound you hear, snickering sounds weird when it time travels.) but that's rather dumb when you're as sleep deprived as me. Oh, as a side note, my monitor flatlined this morning (and I mean that literally, the picture was just a single line across the screen) so I have to use an old black and white monitor, if this page now looks weird that's because I can't check the colour. You'll live. No, I'm sure you will. No really, it's not the end of the world. Look why don't you take a couple of deep breaths and stay away from the computer until you feel a little better. Catch you later! Improv Folks: Good Luck on your exams starting Wednesday, see you on February 5! January 17, 2004 I feel very happy today. Actually I feel pretty happy most days but today I feel especially joyful. There isn't even any special reason for it, I just feel very pleased with my life. The Man is doing better, The Boy is the cutest kind of crazy, and I've been getting some actual writing and planning done. There hasn't been any huge happy-making event but I feel good. I hope it keeps up. One of my actors from split pea is moving back into town soon, I'm really looking forward to seeing her. She'll be going to O'Donel so I've already drafted her for Improv activities and the upcoming split pea shows. It's good to have another solid actor to rely on. Not that I don't already have a solid group but it's good to have one more. I'm working on a short story. It's not one of the ones that I have posted the beginning of here because I'm kind of stalled with them but I'm pleased with how this one is turning out. As soon as I'm done I'll upload it. I've eaten too many sweetarts and I'm building a sugar high so it's probably best if I sign off now. More tomorrow... January 14, 2004 I've been sitting here trying to write for more than 15 minutes and nothing has occurred to me. Actually, lots of things have occurred to me but I don't want to write about any of them. So here's a couple of boring bits of information. The Man and I are geeks. Serious geeks. My Dad made a toybox for the Boy for Xmas 2002 (When you write it like that it really seems like an different sort of event doesn't it?) and when the giant pine cube landed in our living room we christened it Borg of Pine and we determined that the Boy was The Boy, one of one, primary adjunct of unimatrix Christine-TheMan. And if you also find that funny, you're probably a geek too. I like that in a person. By the way, all of my friends refer to the toybox as Borg of Pine too. Expressions have a way of catching on 'round here. The Boy has taken to numbering things lately, well to be more accurate, he has grown fond of the number one. So he keeps saying, 'One Mommy!' 'One Daddy!' over and over. This has resulted in The Man repeating 'One Daddy to rule them all!' every time The Boy counts him. I have taken to saying 'One Daddy to rule the mall' - which serves the double purpose of irritating The Man and amusing me. What? Oh yeah, I said we were geeks! Didn't you read the paragraph above? So anyway, I'm done for the day. I have to do some thinking and some sleeping. Daniel: Sorry for causing a panic! Thanks for listening to my recital of stress. Improv Folks: See you tomorrow! January 13, 2004 Gah! Where do I begin after an absence of almost a month? I guess with an explanation of my absence. The short version is : The Man has been sick and life has been hectic. Imagine if you will, that the Mombie has had a good time preparing for Xmas, the money held out, the toddler is reasonable, the baking gets done. Xmas morning is fun, the running between grandparents isn't too hectic, life is good. So by the evening of Boxing Day I had been lulled into feeling that the Xmas season was going to be smooth sailing. Then we spent the night in the emergency room with the man on Demerol for severe stomach pain. But the tests revealed nothing (cue the three note signal of apprehension) and we stagger home at 5:30am (Denise and Dan were with the Boy - we didn't drag him to the ER or leave him alone). The next couple of days are a struggle to get over the lost night's sleep. The Man is still unwell. Tuesday night/Wednesday morning at 2:38 he pulls out of the driveway to head to the emergency room again, he's not in pain but he is sufficiently uncomfortable to realize that he needs more medical attention. He is capable of driving so life isn't too harsh. I stay home with the boy...who wakes up at 2:40 covered in hives. He hasn't eaten anything different, he's sleeping on the same sheets as the night before, wearing pajamas he's worn before that were washed in the same detergent we always use. I have no benedryl, no calamine lotion, no temporary cures and no car to go get some. He's not wheezing so I know it's not life threatening but we both put in a rough night. I spent a good part of Wednesday calling the ER to check on the Man and trying to decide whether to go ahead with the New Year's Eve party we had planned. I get Ange's car at 1, she stays with the Boy and I leave to pick up party supplies and get some magazines for the Man and head to the hospital. He's been admitted and he's having his gall bladder out on friday (Jan 2.). Like the callous woman that I am, I decide to go ahead with the party because I don't want to spend New Year's alone and I can't spend the evening at the hospital with the Man (the Boy would be in crisis without Mommy or Daddy). I end up bringing the Man his clothes for his hospital stay while all decked out for the party, full make up, big hair, fake leather pants, the whole shooting match. (If you want to get weird looks in a hospital - I recommend that approach. The party was okay, but I missed the Man, especially for the midnight kiss (boo!) and I could only have a little bit of blue curacao because the Man wasn't there to get up with the Boy. And as I bonus I got to feel guilty for drinking and socializing while my poor sick husband lay in a hospital bed. I don't think I need to continue in this level of detail. The Man had a routine surgery on Jan 2 and came home on Jan 3, I've been looking after him ever since. The Boy had some sort of vicious flu from the 4th to the 8th with a high temperature and a stuffy nose and he and I slept very little (4 or 5 non-consecutive hours in 3 days!) and now he is all off his schedule and is still not weaned. But everyone is doing well now and things are improving. So, this month I will write in here 5 days a week, I will drink 4 glasses of water a day, exercise 3 days per week, I will start my writing classes, I will write an article to sell and I will have the cast party I have been trying to organize since November 22. Missed Birthdays and the like: Happy New Year, Everyone, I hope 2004 rocks for you. January 8 - Happy Birthday, Dad. It's just you and the King, old man. Hope you liked the cake and Trivial Pursuit. January 10 - Happy Birthday, Dave! You should spend your birthday on this side of the pond once in a while - we'd throw quite the party. © Christine C. Hennebury 2003 |
