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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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Joyeux Noel!

Good morning. It is still morning, at least for 9 more minutes. And Happy Christmas!

It’s been a weird weekend/holiday time. I’ve been sick, with a disgustingly nasty cold. And Liz has been sick as well, with bronchitis, which means we didn’t get to do fun sisterly shopping & moviating on Friday. I finished up my shopping as quickly as I could on Friday and then came home and crashed. I went out briefly on Saturday morning to buy some more gift bags, and then wrapped gifts for about 4 hours on Saturday, before spending the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday in bed. This seems like a good place to mention the extremely twisted dreams that Sudafed Nighttime Cold medicine gives me. Bizarre nightmares that include murder of various people, really strange quests (in one dream I was searching for liquor in a Circuit-City type store, and then went to the liquor store to buy the latest season of The Biggest Loser, a show that I’ve never even watched), various personality twists (I turned into Veronica Mars–I love the show, love the character, but don’t want to be her), etc.

But today came, and brought Christmas with it, and Liz came over for the opening of the gifts, and Joe was sweet and Molly was all cute and Mollyful, and it’s been a very nice morning. I’m still congested but I’m starting to be able to smell again, and breathe a bit, which is pleasant. Joe’s making his famous mashed potatoes, and I’ve been permitted to taste test every batch. This is significant. He uses three varieties of potato (I did all the peeling–that was my contribution to Christmas dinner) and three varieties of butter (including a French import), and they have a million calories. I only eat them once a year now. So yum!

When Joe asked what I wanted for Christmas, I gave him two or three suggestions. I wanted a jewelry armoire, since my jewelry box wasn’t big enough to hold my collection of mostly junk jewelry with the few nice pieces he’s given me. I mentioned an iPod nano, since he’s been talking about claiming my shuffle. But I was more than happy with my shuffle, so the nano wasn’t a huge desire thing. Well, I think that he made it his personal mission to just spoil me rotten this Christmas. I’ve never had a time that I not only was given everything I could possibly want, but some things that I would never have even imagined wanting. He did get me a jewelry armoire, one far larger and more beautiful than I’d have dreamed of. He got me a lovely necklace and a pair of warped diamond hoop earrings that are so me it’s amazing that anyone else thought to make them. He got me the iPod nano. He got me Elizabeth Arden perfume and nailcare stuff from those pushy people at the kiosks in the mall (but it’s great stuff, trust me!), and just made me feel like a pampered princess. It’s a lovely feeling, but I don’t want to get too accustomed to it.

My mother and stepfather sent me a totally delightful gift, one that is so out of character that it just completely blew me away. I totally never lost touch with my inner child, as anyone who has spent more than 5 minutes perusing this blog knows. So I like Archie comic books. I haven’t read them in ages, because I think they’re ridiculously overpriced. But my sweet Mom went on ebay and bought me a stack of old Archie comics! So I’m going to read them, and then go buy some protective sleeves and keep them stored away. I also collect old Mad magazines (pre “we’ll sell out and sell ads”), but it’s not safe to give me those as gifts because I have quite a few. I didn’t have any Archie comics, and would never have thought of buying them, so it was just a totally delightful gift. I have tried calling to both thank them and wish them a Merry Christmas. I’m guessing that either my mother is still asleep, or my stepfather is feeling extremely cranky, however, because they’ve taken the phone off the hook.

Well, I need to go curl my hair before we go over to Dad’s and the Monster’s for dinner. I’ve been sleeping for the better part of the last two days, and I look like it. I’ve managed to get myself dressed, but I’m not made up and my hair has been brushed but not styled. I’m not looking pretty yet. I will shortly, though. Once again, happy Christmas to you all!

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Boys like disgusting things, right? Izzybella saw some stress balls that, when squeezed, have really disgusting things pop out, like worms, and pus, and cockroaches. So she bought some for Clover’s son. I was so grossed out by them, but can totally visualize the look on C’s face as he gleefully shows them to all the unfortunate doctors and nurses who stop by. He is really going to have a lot of fun with those revolting balls.

Last night Izzybella and I went Christmas shopping. Have you seen those 20-questions electronic games? We got one of those for C as well. I experimented with it. If you get the chance to pick one up, try it out, thinking of a booger. The questions it will ask you are hilarious. Can it fit in an envelope? Yes. Can you walk on it? Well, yes, but it will stick to the bottom of your shoe. Is it multicolored? Well, that just kind of depends. Can you buy it at a store? No, not so much, unless you’re buying Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. And then you’re not buying a real one, just a booger-flavored jelly bean. Needless to say, the game did not guess a booger. It guessed a fairy. I had way too much fun.

The creeping crud continues to creep. It is currently still in my nose, throat, and has crept down into my upper chest. I can feel it creeping toward my lungs. If I try to speak, I sound like a frog croaking. I’m at work this morning. Whether I will be at work this afternoon just kind of depends. When I do go home, whether it be at noon or at 4, I’m going to knock back some Nyquil and head straight for bed. It seems like I may have mentioned doing the same thing yesterday, but that so didn’t happen. I ended up going Christmas shopping, then having some dinner (a bowl of tortilla soup and 5 french fries), and then having a very serious 3-hour discussion with my husband, and then a long, sleepless night.

I’m scheduled to be off work tomorrow for Christmas shopping purposes. Since Izzybella and I got so much done yesterday, there’s not too much to be done tomorrow. And I suspect I felt better yesterday than I will tomorrow, so that works. And she’s already kindly volunteered to wrap gifts. Fortunately, I have already wrapped everything I have previously bought up until last night, so there’s not too much to wrap. Also fortunately I have a fairly large selection of gift bags, so the actually wrapping may not be as heinous a job as it could be.

Okay, well, I can’t think of anything else disgusting to talk about, so I’ll start working again. Well, that’s not strictly true. I mean, I can always think of something disgusting to talk about. But I really should get back to work, right? Right?

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Grrrr

I hate being sick. I particularly hate being sick at Christmas time. The world around me is full of happy jolly people who are happy and jolly around me. And I feel horrible. My throat’s as raw as ground hamburger that, well, hasn’t been cooked yet. My nose is stuffy. My head hurts. I don’t feel happy and jolly. I wanna cry. I wanna go home and take some nasty disgusting Nyquil and pull the covers over my head and cry myself to sleep.

How petty of me.

Today we’re having our potluck and Secret Santa gift exchange. The very manly manager whose name I drew didn’t have his wishlist up for several days. Finally, in exasperation, I went to my boss (a senior manager) and asked her to tell him that if he didn’t get his list up soon, he was going to receive Hello Kitty stuff for Christmas. She laughed, and made the threat. He believed her, and got his list up a day or two later. Shucks! So I got him a very manly Dallas Cowboys shirt. But I wrapped it in Hello Kitty giftwrap. Because I’m just a nasty bitcah.

My calendar picture this month is the Lady of Shalott. I am enjoying looking at it. In my poverty-stricken college student days at the University of Utah, I had a huge print of this hanging in my basement apartment. I loved this picture. Still do, although I don’t think I want a huge print of it hanging in my living room. I need to hit the calendar store right after Christmas when the calendars go on sale for half-price but before they’re all gone. I don’t think I want another PreRaphaelite calendar. I’ve enjoyed it this year, but its lush gorgeousness has been a little too much. I’m ready for something a little more austere.

I’m sucking another sugar-free Halls lozenge. This is my second of the morning, and it’s only 8:45. I can always tell that I’m really sick when I manage to keep one in my mouth long enough for it to dissolve completely. The things are so utterly disgusting, but so satisfying when I’m sick enough to really need them.

Whimper whine complain gripe. Why don’t y’all tell me to just shut up?

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