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Why God, why?!
Okay, so I'm convinced that I have not had one healthy, sick-free day since the semester began. And just this weekend I was beginning to get over a cold and managed to contract another one, though this one is much more evil than it's predecessor and insists on making me cough to the point of feeling like my ribs are bruised. Damn you viruses, damn you immune system.
Also, due to my complete and total lack of health as well as my sleep deprivation, I am now beyond the point of being able to function. Today, while exiting a bathroom stall, I managed to swing the door open and hit myself on the forehead with a large amount of force. Yes, there's some swelling. I don't know if there will be bruising or not, seeing as I covered the spot up with make up for the time being.
Anyway, I have the strong feeling that this semester may be the death of me. Mhm....
Humpty Dumpty
This afternoon, I went to goodwill...I was looking for a blazer to wear up to NC for the conference. I found a BRAND New blazer and skirt... and as I turned there was a purply colored jacket. I hate that the clothes are set up by color not by sizes..that annoys me so I normally have no patience for browsing. I looked at it, size 14. I was like.. oh hell no, that wont fit me! Its that purple that changes color with the light.. my mom has a car like that.
Something made me try it on. It fits. Well.. ok.. so its a tad snug with all the buttons done up. But after all, I am losing weight.. its nice and now I have a nice jacket to wear, rather than denim or fleece!
Then as I was walking by a rack, I saw cammoflage. My husband was bow hunting today with a friend. I know these pants are very expensive... and then the lady next to me, says..oh..here is the matching shirt. BRAND new. When I gave them to hubby, you would have thought it was christmas. Apparently he went to Bass Pro today ( shopping? ut oh!) and he was looking at them, and said he considered them too pricey but really wanted them.
Nice. Oh.. then I walked by a bunch of office chairs. I bought one..my chair at home at the computer is all rickety and too big. This chair is not on wheels, and is smaller. When I got it home, I decided, that it would look good with my dinette table instead of the green metal chairs I do have that came with the set *highly uncomfortable*... so when hubz got home, I sent him back over to get 2 more..he said there were only 5 left, now only 3. We got the best. They are all almost as good as new.. one I will have to clean the fabric up just a bit... and a little fabreeze. There ya go.
HOWEVER... dawn did a big boo boo. I was pushing the chair back from the computer to say something to hubz, and next thing you know ass over teakettle, and I tipped over all the way backwards and my head hit the wheel of the original office chair! Ouch is right. I laid there stunned for a second...then a little panic flashed thru me as I assessed my back.. thinking ....oh.. NO! Back was fine, but the peircing pain in my head wasnt so fine. I ended up with a HUGE goose egg on the side of my head! A little ice and bemoaning my clumsiness and I am just fine. Doh me. And poetrychallenge has given us the topic of GRACE this time. Obviously that is not in my list of descriptive words!
Love and Laughter,
Dawn
Something made me try it on. It fits. Well.. ok.. so its a tad snug with all the buttons done up. But after all, I am losing weight.. its nice and now I have a nice jacket to wear, rather than denim or fleece!
Then as I was walking by a rack, I saw cammoflage. My husband was bow hunting today with a friend. I know these pants are very expensive... and then the lady next to me, says..oh..here is the matching shirt. BRAND new. When I gave them to hubby, you would have thought it was christmas. Apparently he went to Bass Pro today ( shopping? ut oh!) and he was looking at them, and said he considered them too pricey but really wanted them.
Nice. Oh.. then I walked by a bunch of office chairs. I bought one..my chair at home at the computer is all rickety and too big. This chair is not on wheels, and is smaller. When I got it home, I decided, that it would look good with my dinette table instead of the green metal chairs I do have that came with the set *highly uncomfortable*... so when hubz got home, I sent him back over to get 2 more..he said there were only 5 left, now only 3. We got the best. They are all almost as good as new.. one I will have to clean the fabric up just a bit... and a little fabreeze. There ya go.
HOWEVER... dawn did a big boo boo. I was pushing the chair back from the computer to say something to hubz, and next thing you know ass over teakettle, and I tipped over all the way backwards and my head hit the wheel of the original office chair! Ouch is right. I laid there stunned for a second...then a little panic flashed thru me as I assessed my back.. thinking ....oh.. NO! Back was fine, but the peircing pain in my head wasnt so fine. I ended up with a HUGE goose egg on the side of my head! A little ice and bemoaning my clumsiness and I am just fine. Doh me. And poetrychallenge has given us the topic of GRACE this time. Obviously that is not in my list of descriptive words!
Love and Laughter,
Dawn
Long time coming.
Hello Mindsay.
Wanna know what I did?
I shall tell you.
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I dropped a full jar of spaghetti sauce on the floor [[[no, not on purpose, sillys]]].
It made the hugest mess.
There was sauce and glass all over my white-ish kitchen floor.
There was sauce all over the white cabinets.
It took me 20 minutes to clean up.
I think I still have shards of glass on me. Goodie, even more cuts on me!
And the little anorexic inside me is saying: LOOK, THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULDN'T EAT!
haha. I'm just so clumsy. But look, I'm even talented when I'm clumsy:
(Me being the lazy ass that I am) I was still in my pajamas. So I was wearing my white "hudson cobras" shirt.
There may have been sauce all over my white kitchen, my white legs, but . . .
THERE WAS NOT A SPOT AT ALL ON MY WHITE SHIRT.
How hot is that?
Thanks to everyone who gave me a virtual hug. Quite kind of you.
I just realized that I need to do my "end of the year summary" entry. It wont' be as elaborate as last year's, but it will still be a summary. Yes.
Wanna know what I did?
I shall tell you.
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.
I dropped a full jar of spaghetti sauce on the floor [[[no, not on purpose, sillys]]].
It made the hugest mess.
There was sauce and glass all over my white-ish kitchen floor.
There was sauce all over the white cabinets.
It took me 20 minutes to clean up.
I think I still have shards of glass on me. Goodie, even more cuts on me!
And the little anorexic inside me is saying: LOOK, THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULDN'T EAT!
haha. I'm just so clumsy. But look, I'm even talented when I'm clumsy:
(Me being the lazy ass that I am) I was still in my pajamas. So I was wearing my white "hudson cobras" shirt.
There may have been sauce all over my white kitchen, my white legs, but . . .
THERE WAS NOT A SPOT AT ALL ON MY WHITE SHIRT.
How hot is that?
Thanks to everyone who gave me a virtual hug. Quite kind of you.
I just realized that I need to do my "end of the year summary" entry. It wont' be as elaborate as last year's, but it will still be a summary. Yes.
What happens when you don't get enough sleep
I would say my day was a giant clusterfuck, but that would be a lie. My life is a giant clusterfuck.
Bright and early this morning, I was digging in the cooler at work, and I pulled out a large, unmarked container.
The contents of the container turned out to be italian sausage soup.
How did I find this out you ask?
Well, someone neglected to secure the lid properly and as the unfortunate morning girl (re: me) pulled the container out, it tipped... and spilled... all over me. At seven in the morning.
I actually had italian sausage down my shirt. And in my shoes. And in my hair.
The worst part about it? I was completely unsurprised that this happened. Because I am a walking disaster and things such as this happen every day.
Which is how I can find such amusement in them.
Because if you can't laugh at yourself, other people will just do it for you.
Note to self: Start bringing an change of clothes to work.
clumsy
So, when I was at the grocery store today scanning groceries, two ladies came through with an overflowing cart, and soon the conveyer belt was overflowing. Now, anyone who has been a cashier at a grocery store knows that a conveyer belt is no easy ride. It crushes eggs, eats eggplants, and knocks down every single liter of soda that comes through. No survivors. So, when groceries are piled onto the belt, things get extra dangerous.
I had just started work, and I was almost through this order when a huge canister of something cold--sour cream perhaps--rolled off the covery belt, onto the counter, and finally landed with a SPLAT on my shoe. It exploded. By the smell, I could tell that it was not sour cream, it was the biggest canister of yogurt on the planet.
I stared at my feet for a few seconds, thinking that maybe, if I stayed still enough, I'd realize that it didn't really happen. But it did. Yogurt splatted up to my knees, all over my pants and shoes, all over the floor and pretty much anything in a three-foot radius.
So I've smelled like yogurt all day, with it progressively turning bad. My pants were soaked, and as much as I tried to clean them up, fifteen minute breaks don't give you much.
It could be worse, though.
A. It could have been my fault, with me dropping it on myself.
B. I could have dropped it on someone else.
C. It could have been bleach.
Ah well, I can't believe that, for once, an clumsy incident is not really my fault!
So, when I was at the grocery store today scanning groceries, two ladies came through with an overflowing cart, and soon the conveyer belt was overflowing. Now, anyone who has been a cashier at a grocery store knows that a conveyer belt is no easy ride. It crushes eggs, eats eggplants, and knocks down every single liter of soda that comes through. No survivors. So, when groceries are piled onto the belt, things get extra dangerous.
I had just started work, and I was almost through this order when a huge canister of something cold--sour cream perhaps--rolled off the covery belt, onto the counter, and finally landed with a SPLAT on my shoe. It exploded. By the smell, I could tell that it was not sour cream, it was the biggest canister of yogurt on the planet.
I stared at my feet for a few seconds, thinking that maybe, if I stayed still enough, I'd realize that it didn't really happen. But it did. Yogurt splatted up to my knees, all over my pants and shoes, all over the floor and pretty much anything in a three-foot radius.
So I've smelled like yogurt all day, with it progressively turning bad. My pants were soaked, and as much as I tried to clean them up, fifteen minute breaks don't give you much.
It could be worse, though.
A. It could have been my fault, with me dropping it on myself.
B. I could have dropped it on someone else.
C. It could have been bleach.
Ah well, I can't believe that, for once, an clumsy incident is not really my fault!
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