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Eragon

Go see it. You’ll love it! 🙂 The movie progresses a lot more smoothly and easily than the book did, and has plenty of eye candy. It was well cast, has beautiful scenery, and was just a good movie. I wanted to turn around and buy another ticket and go watch it all over again.

Went to DSW Shoes, and found an absolutely gorgeous pair of brown satin and lace pumps on clearance. I also found a pair of black high-heeled loafers on clearance. And they were having their clearance sale, which meant everything on clearance was an additional 50% off. And I had a $10 certificate from when they did their system changeover earlier in the year. And I had a $5 certificate that they sent me for my birthday. So I ended up spending only $15 out-of-pocket for both pairs of shoes. Color me very, very happy.

I also went to Barnes and Noble and finally purchased book 7 of the Pendragon series. So I’m looking forward to having a good read later on tonight. I’m nearly finished clearing out the Egypt room, so the good read will be a well-earned one.

And I nearly forgot to report my good news from this morning’s weigh-in! I was down 3.8 pounds (for the last two weeks), and got another 5-pound star. I’m up to 36.4 pounds lost, which is very exciting.

Changing the subject here. I feel like I should say something about Saddam Hussein here. I was a little startled at how rapidly he was executed. Joe came into the bedroom last night to tell me that he was dead. I have been thinking a lot about him today. He is responsible for so many deaths; so much evil and horrors have been carried out under his orders and in his name. What is he seeing and feeling and experiencing now? I’m not glad he’s dead. I don’t mean that I wish he were still here, still in power, still able to do evil, because I’m not. I can’t be. But I can’t be glad in his destruction either. It’s horrible. I know that the things I’ve done wrong torment me when I allow myself to think of them, and I cannot imagine the torment he must be feeling now. I don’t know if I’m making any sense, so I’ll stop. I guess I just had to take a moment and try to express my thoughts.

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Still wishin’ I were anywhere but here! I walked into the office this morning and my nostrils were assaulted by a really noxious aroma. No one seemed to know what it was, so one of the managers called the non-emergency number for the fire department. They ordered us to evacuate while they got some people over here to check it out. It turned out to be paint thinner; the building management had people painting the elevator last night. To add injury to injury, they started painting again in the common areas late this morning. So my chest is burning and I’ve got a rip-roaring headache. One wonders (actually, more than one wonders–I’ve had multiple people stop into my office to wonder) why they didn’t do the painting on Saturday, when the building would be empty for three days. And of course our company can’t allow us to go home! It’s month-end AND it’s December. December, for those of you who don’t know, is never a good month for collections. December is the month when people would rather buy Christmas presents than pay their bills. So here I sit, trying to keep busy (I’m not a collector–I’m an admin assistant) and trying not to puke from the fumes.

But hey, three-day weekend coming up, always a good thing. And it’s the last holiday weekend until Memorial Day, so I really need to enjoy it. I’m going to do some shopping tomorrow morning. And Liz and I have been planning for 6 weeks at least to go to a movie, and we keep putting it off. So we’re going to a movie tomorrow, dangit, no matter what! And then I’ll go back home and do laundry until I drop.

You think I’m exaggerating, don’t you? You don’t believe that a fully grown woman (I was about to say fully grown mountain troll, because I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone last night) could really and truly procrastinate her laundry until she has as much laundry as I tell you that I have. You don’t really believe that a responsible mature person could get by only washing enough underwear and wearing the lightly dirtied clothes so that she has huge and enormous piles of laundry, huh? Pardon me while I laugh hysterically.

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Okay. I’m back. See, part of the problem is due to the fact that our house is laid out rather weirdly. The washing machine is in the kitchen. The dryer is in the room that used to be the garage but is now in the room we optimistically call the music room, but is really the hell room (don’t know what the hell to do with something? Throw it in there). The other part of the problem is due to the fact that our house is hugely cluttered. That’s not news to you, as I talk about this problem frequently. Joe has a lot of stuff piled up that blocks the way into the hell room. That means that it is virtually impossible for me to get a load of wet clothes from the washer into the dryer. If Joe’s around, he’ll do it for me. If not, then I don’t mess with it. I’d rather not break my leg and have to call 911–the paramedics would tell everyone they know how messy my house was! So yeah, doing laundry is a huge hassle, which is why I have tons of laundry to do.

Yesterday Joe dismantled the daybed in the Egypt room and put the futon in there. I am happy with that change. I spent 4 hours in there yesterday moving furniture, throwing out trash, throwing dog toys in the hall (and how many toys does one dog need, anyway? She’s got more toys than some people’s kids have!), throwing dirty clothes into the hall, sorting through papers to see what was trash and what needed to be saved (and much more of it was trash than I realized), etc. So have you ever seen those huge contractor’s trash bags? They’re almost as tall as I am, and as big around as a regular black leaf-sized trash bag. Well, I have two of those full of dirty clothes that I have to wash this weekend. I would estimate that of those two bags of dirty clothes, at least half of them are too big for me, which means that some of them will go to my friend and the rest will go into storage. That means that half of those clothes are getting out of my house. That means less clutter.

Okay, yeah, I bought two shirts today during lunch at Target, but I’m still on the positive side here. One huge ginormous trash bag out, two tiny shirts in. And hey, the shirts were purchased in the Misses’ section, NOT in the Women’s section!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I also took those handbags I’m getting rid of and put them in my car. I’ll stop by the Goodwill drop-off on my way home from work today, and get them out of my life forever. Whee! See? Another big bag of clutter out of the house! And I found the three drastically overdue library books and they’re also in my car and are going back to the library today. And I’m never going to a library again. Never. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever again. Never. As in, if I ever tell you I’m going to a library, stop me, with force if necessary. Don’t let me do it. That is all.

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Still wishin’ I were anywhere but here! I walked into the office this morning and my nostrils were assaulted by a really noxious aroma. No one seemed to know what it was, so one of the managers called the non-emergency number for the fire department. They ordered us to evacuate while they got some people over here to check it out. It turned out to be paint thinner; the building management had people painting the elevator last night. To add injury to injury, they started painting again in the common areas late this morning. So my chest is burning and I’ve got a rip-roaring headache. One wonders (actually, more than one wonders–I’ve had multiple people stop into my office to wonder) why they didn’t do the painting on Saturday, when the building would be empty for three days. And of course our company can’t allow us to go home! It’s month-end AND it’s December. December, for those of you who don’t know, is never a good month for collections. December is the month when people would rather buy Christmas presents than pay their bills. So here I sit, trying to keep busy (I’m not a collector–I’m an admin assistant) and trying not to puke from the fumes.

But hey, three-day weekend coming up, always a good thing. And it’s the last holiday weekend until Memorial Day, so I really need to enjoy it. I’m going to do some shopping tomorrow morning. And Liz and I have been planning for 6 weeks at least to go to a movie, and we keep putting it off. So we’re going to a movie tomorrow, dangit, no matter what! And then I’ll go back home and do laundry until I drop.

You think I’m exaggerating, don’t you? You don’t believe that a fully grown woman (I was about to say fully grown mountain troll, because I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone last night) could really and truly procrastinate her laundry until she has as much laundry as I tell you that I have. You don’t really believe that a responsible mature person could get by only washing enough underwear and wearing the lightly dirtied clothes so that she has huge and enormous piles of laundry, huh? Pardon me while I laugh hysterically.

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Okay. I’m back. See, part of the problem is due to the fact that our house is laid out rather weirdly. The washing machine is in the kitchen. The dryer is in the room that used to be the garage but is now in the room we optimistically call the music room, but is really the hell room (don’t know what the hell to do with something? Throw it in there). The other part of the problem is due to the fact that our house is hugely cluttered. That’s not news to you, as I talk about this problem frequently. Joe has a lot of stuff piled up that blocks the way into the hell room. That means that it is virtually impossible for me to get a load of wet clothes from the washer into the dryer. If Joe’s around, he’ll do it for me. If not, then I don’t mess with it. I’d rather not break my leg and have to call 911–the paramedics would tell everyone they know how messy my house was! So yeah, doing laundry is a huge hassle, which is why I have tons of laundry to do.

Yesterday Joe dismantled the daybed in the Egypt room and put the futon in there. I am happy with that change. I spent 4 hours in there yesterday moving furniture, throwing out trash, throwing dog toys in the hall (and how many toys does one dog need, anyway? She’s got more toys than some people’s kids have!), throwing dirty clothes into the hall, sorting through papers to see what was trash and what needed to be saved (and much more of it was trash than I realized), etc. So have you ever seen those huge contractor’s trash bags? They’re almost as tall as I am, and as big around as a regular black leaf-sized trash bag. Well, I have two of those full of dirty clothes that I have to wash this weekend. I would estimate that of those two bags of dirty clothes, at least half of them are too big for me, which means that some of them will go to my friend and the rest will go into storage. That means that half of those clothes are getting out of my house. That means less clutter.

Okay, yeah, I bought two shirts today during lunch at Target, but I’m still on the positive side here. One huge ginormous trash bag out, two tiny shirts in. And hey, the shirts were purchased in the Misses’ section, NOT in the Women’s section!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I also took those handbags I’m getting rid of and put them in my car. I’ll stop by the Goodwill drop-off on my way home from work today, and get them out of my life forever. Whee! See? Another big bag of clutter out of the house! And I found the three drastically overdue library books and they’re also in my car and are going back to the library today. And I’m never going to a library again. Never. Never ever ever ever ever ever ever again. Never. As in, if I ever tell you I’m going to a library, stop me, with force if necessary. Don’t let me do it. That is all.

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I wish I were almost anywhere but here. At home doing laundry, perhaps. At a concert, screaming my head off. At the gym, working up a muck sweat. Shopping, always an enjoyable pastime (and what does that say about me?!). Hauling loads of stuff I don’t need off to Goodwill. It doesn’t need to be something fun–just something different.

I did get quite a bit of work done at home last night. Threw the piles of laundry that I’ve been studiously ignoring for the last long bit of time into laundry bags. Went through all the purses that have been cluttering my closet and decided which ones to keep and which ones to give to Goodwill. Argued with Joe about the ones I want to get rid of. Well, maybe argued is a little too strong a word. We didn’t quite argue, but I did explain my view and listened to him explain his view, and then made a rebuttal. It’s just that we have far too much clutter in a very small house. And I really don’t need 30+ handbags. If I had saved the $10-$20 each of those handbags had cost me, I’d have enough to go get the good Coach or BCBG bag that I really want. So when I get home today, I’m taking 15-20 handbags to Goodwill, and keeping 10-15 handbags. It will be a much more manageable pile, and the ones I’m keeping are the ones I really do use. Honestly, some of the ones I’m getting rid of I have never even used, or have used only once or twice. Just a waste.

I also got two bags of clothes set aside to give to a friend who’s also losing weight. And as I get the laundry done, some of the clothes will go to her, and others will go into storage. Joe says he’s fully confident that I’m not going to regain the weight I have lost and am continuing to lose, but he still wants me to keep some of my favorites just in case, so that if I do perchance regain any of it, at least I’ll have some good quality clothes that I like. This is one argument I have learned I won’t win, so I’m through trying. I’m splitting up the clothes–half to my friend and half to storage. That will get a good bit of clutter out of the house.

See, it’s annoying. He is the first to complain about how much crap we have in the house, and the first to say we just need to throw everything out. He is then the first to get upset when I try to throw things out, give them to Goodwill, give them to a friend or a charity who could use them. I have to resort to subterfuge to get things out. He’d rather pay $38 a month to store junk than let me just get rid of it. Go figure.

Wow. The total shallowness of this post is just seriously underwhelming.

How about some good news? Clover’s son got transferred back to the children’s hospital in Fort Worth. That makes life a lot easier for them right there, even if it were for no other reason than juggling the commute. But it’s also good because they’ve been working with C. since he was a baby, and have his care very well coordinated, unlike the hospital in Dallas. As soon as I’m no longer snarking up gobs of snot I’m going to go visit him. (And on a completely unrelated note, why is it that I can snark up gobs of snot, but when I try blowing my nose, nothing comes out? I realize now disgusting it is to go around sniffing and making disgusting snarking noises, but I do try to blow, to no avail. So I have to sniff. Sorry.)

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I wish I were almost anywhere but here. At home doing laundry, perhaps. At a concert, screaming my head off. At the gym, working up a muck sweat. Shopping, always an enjoyable pastime (and what does that say about me?!). Hauling loads of stuff I don’t need off to Goodwill. It doesn’t need to be something fun–just something different.

I did get quite a bit of work done at home last night. Threw the piles of laundry that I’ve been studiously ignoring for the last long bit of time into laundry bags. Went through all the purses that have been cluttering my closet and decided which ones to keep and which ones to give to Goodwill. Argued with Joe about the ones I want to get rid of. Well, maybe argued is a little too strong a word. We didn’t quite argue, but I did explain my view and listened to him explain his view, and then made a rebuttal. It’s just that we have far too much clutter in a very small house. And I really don’t need 30+ handbags. If I had saved the $10-$20 each of those handbags had cost me, I’d have enough to go get the good Coach or BCBG bag that I really want. So when I get home today, I’m taking 15-20 handbags to Goodwill, and keeping 10-15 handbags. It will be a much more manageable pile, and the ones I’m keeping are the ones I really do use. Honestly, some of the ones I’m getting rid of I have never even used, or have used only once or twice. Just a waste.

I also got two bags of clothes set aside to give to a friend who’s also losing weight. And as I get the laundry done, some of the clothes will go to her, and others will go into storage. Joe says he’s fully confident that I’m not going to regain the weight I have lost and am continuing to lose, but he still wants me to keep some of my favorites just in case, so that if I do perchance regain any of it, at least I’ll have some good quality clothes that I like. This is one argument I have learned I won’t win, so I’m through trying. I’m splitting up the clothes–half to my friend and half to storage. That will get a good bit of clutter out of the house.

See, it’s annoying. He is the first to complain about how much crap we have in the house, and the first to say we just need to throw everything out. He is then the first to get upset when I try to throw things out, give them to Goodwill, give them to a friend or a charity who could use them. I have to resort to subterfuge to get things out. He’d rather pay $38 a month to store junk than let me just get rid of it. Go figure.

Wow. The total shallowness of this post is just seriously underwhelming.

How about some good news? Clover’s son got transferred back to the children’s hospital in Fort Worth. That makes life a lot easier for them right there, even if it were for no other reason than juggling the commute. But it’s also good because they’ve been working with C. since he was a baby, and have his care very well coordinated, unlike the hospital in Dallas. As soon as I’m no longer snarking up gobs of snot I’m going to go visit him. (And on a completely unrelated note, why is it that I can snark up gobs of snot, but when I try blowing my nose, nothing comes out? I realize now disgusting it is to go around sniffing and making disgusting snarking noises, but I do try to blow, to no avail. So I have to sniff. Sorry.)

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This is a short one, just to ask you to please send some thoughts/prayers/white light, or whatever kind of positive thing you do Clover’s way. Chase is still in the hospital, and may be heading to Houston this week to be evaluated for a lung transplant. If so, Clover will be the one going to Houston, most likely, and Pat will remain here with the other kids. Joe and I have obviously offered to do whatever we can to help, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

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Prayers Needed

This is a short one, just to ask you to please send some thoughts/prayers/white light, or whatever kind of positive thing you do Clover’s way. Chase is still in the hospital, and may be heading to Houston this week to be evaluated for a lung transplant. If so, Clover will be the one going to Houston, most likely, and Pat will remain here with the other kids. Joe and I have obviously offered to do whatever we can to help, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

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