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Feb. 5th, 2010 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammarwomanOh, Penn Station - bless you and your devilishly tasty sandwiches and hargle-worthy fries. I am still *urp*ily full from dinner five hours ago.
In other news, it is the considered opinion of me and a lot of other qualified people that January absolutely SUCKED. It certainly ate my brain in a lot of ways.
Scott Swanson, a good friend of mine from high school, died in the early part of January. Granted, he had been living on borrowed time (at least according to the doctors) since he was born, but he'd made it through so many scares...I thought he'd pull through that one, too. On a purely selfish level, I'm not old enough for contemporaries of mine to be dying. Also selfishly, I was glad that his death pulled so many of us back together again for a kickass celebration at our old stomping grounds. I saw people there that I literally hadn't laid eyes on since we graduated. Plus, the flurry of Facebook friending was and continues to be simply astounding. (Sorry, LJ and DW - I was totally cheating on you with FB. Its one-click simplicity and networking suggestions were so shiny! That, and Mafia Wars continues to ride me like the worst of crack-addled monkeys.) It was quite the sobering slap that I need to give a damn about keeping in touch with the people who mean so much to me.
Another topic currently feeding my self-absorption is babies, and the conceiving of another one. The Emperor is going to be in kindergarten in the fall, meaning the cost of his daycare won't be eating a large portion of my paycheck. So even though the husband is still unemployed, the timing is not going to get any righter for kid #2, and my ovaries are certainly not getting any younger. After a rousing effort this past cycle, though, I can feel in my lady parts PMS starting the thundering salvos of another menstrual cycle. I had really thought we'd caught, dammit. *sigh* Another chance to get my (metaphorical and literal) house in order, I suppose.
It seems like 90% of the joy in my life comes from the Emperor. He received an avalanche of Legos for Christmas, and now he is a boy obsessed. He builds one of his models every morning, and usually squeezes in another before bed. He also started a capoeira class at daycare and is absolutely loving it. He will excitedly tell us about different moves and details, and get mad at his classmates for not paying attention. This from the boy who can't be arsed to tell us what he did during the day, and who usually gets into trouble for not listening to his teachers. His newfound love of the Disney show "Phineas and Ferb" is also heartening. Seriously, all you fans of classics like the Animaniacs and Bugs Bunny? Give this show a try - it's one of those treasures that works on multiple levels. We find ourselves laughing like fools on a regular basis.
Work is in bad sitcom mode. We are crazy busy prepping for "a new business opportunity", for which we have yet to sign a contract. We're going like gangbusters, working under a veil of secrecy (about half the company has not been informed of the details) for a freaking letter of intent. We've been down this road before and got royally screwed. At least I'm keeping busy.
I will be honest - I totally cried at the end of Dollhouse. I knew the show would have a short life, but...Joss spoilered my spoilerest spoiler! At least I still have Chuck, and Castle, and White Collar, and Big Bang Theory, and...Somehow, I can sense![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miniglik snickering at me.
February, as a personal favor, can you suck less? A good start would be a cessation of precipitation. I mean, really - we don't need more snow. We certainly don't need more rain. I personally am craving actual sunlight like...a suicidal emo vampire? A field of Midwestern corn? Whatever. You get the picture. ENOUGH WITH THE DOOM AND GLOOM, DAMMIT.
How's that snowpocalypse treating you all?
In other news, it is the considered opinion of me and a lot of other qualified people that January absolutely SUCKED. It certainly ate my brain in a lot of ways.
Scott Swanson, a good friend of mine from high school, died in the early part of January. Granted, he had been living on borrowed time (at least according to the doctors) since he was born, but he'd made it through so many scares...I thought he'd pull through that one, too. On a purely selfish level, I'm not old enough for contemporaries of mine to be dying. Also selfishly, I was glad that his death pulled so many of us back together again for a kickass celebration at our old stomping grounds. I saw people there that I literally hadn't laid eyes on since we graduated. Plus, the flurry of Facebook friending was and continues to be simply astounding. (Sorry, LJ and DW - I was totally cheating on you with FB. Its one-click simplicity and networking suggestions were so shiny! That, and Mafia Wars continues to ride me like the worst of crack-addled monkeys.) It was quite the sobering slap that I need to give a damn about keeping in touch with the people who mean so much to me.
Another topic currently feeding my self-absorption is babies, and the conceiving of another one. The Emperor is going to be in kindergarten in the fall, meaning the cost of his daycare won't be eating a large portion of my paycheck. So even though the husband is still unemployed, the timing is not going to get any righter for kid #2, and my ovaries are certainly not getting any younger. After a rousing effort this past cycle, though, I can feel in my lady parts PMS starting the thundering salvos of another menstrual cycle. I had really thought we'd caught, dammit. *sigh* Another chance to get my (metaphorical and literal) house in order, I suppose.
It seems like 90% of the joy in my life comes from the Emperor. He received an avalanche of Legos for Christmas, and now he is a boy obsessed. He builds one of his models every morning, and usually squeezes in another before bed. He also started a capoeira class at daycare and is absolutely loving it. He will excitedly tell us about different moves and details, and get mad at his classmates for not paying attention. This from the boy who can't be arsed to tell us what he did during the day, and who usually gets into trouble for not listening to his teachers. His newfound love of the Disney show "Phineas and Ferb" is also heartening. Seriously, all you fans of classics like the Animaniacs and Bugs Bunny? Give this show a try - it's one of those treasures that works on multiple levels. We find ourselves laughing like fools on a regular basis.
Work is in bad sitcom mode. We are crazy busy prepping for "a new business opportunity", for which we have yet to sign a contract. We're going like gangbusters, working under a veil of secrecy (about half the company has not been informed of the details) for a freaking letter of intent. We've been down this road before and got royally screwed. At least I'm keeping busy.
I will be honest - I totally cried at the end of Dollhouse. I knew the show would have a short life, but...Joss spoilered my spoilerest spoiler! At least I still have Chuck, and Castle, and White Collar, and Big Bang Theory, and...Somehow, I can sense
miniglik snickering at me.February, as a personal favor, can you suck less? A good start would be a cessation of precipitation. I mean, really - we don't need more snow. We certainly don't need more rain. I personally am craving actual sunlight like...a suicidal emo vampire? A field of Midwestern corn? Whatever. You get the picture. ENOUGH WITH THE DOOM AND GLOOM, DAMMIT.
How's that snowpocalypse treating you all?
