We picked up lots of post-chemo no-prep-but-mild-and-nutritious foods as a surprise for a friend (he goes in for his next round tomorrow) at Trader Joe's. Brought them to him and took him out for brunch at a lovely place called Rose Cafe. he was in much better sprirt than the last time we saw him, as the tumor is responding to the chemo and actually shrinking. Yay! Then we took him home and drove all over Santa Monica and looked at the gorgeous day.
On the way home we stopped by a discount store and bought lots of Things to Put Other Things In. Canisters! Jars! More Jars! We have ants and are doing our best to protect our precious foodstuffs from their depredation, which is fine by me as I love buying organizing stuff.
Now we have a couple of hours to clean and watch the DVD of a motorcycle show the BF just interviewed for before I jump in the shower, get dolled up and go to our firm's Holiday Party. Good weekend so far!
I also am student teaching and thus very dark gray. I've just gotten my very first teaching-related cold and thus feel very crappy. On the up side, I just checked and school is cancelled tomorrow! Yay!
{{{Cass}}} I hope you get a good response from your stepmom. Much ~ma for your neice. She is lucky to have you in her corner.
Robin, your friend is lucky to have you. I am glad you are having a good weekend.
Emily, feel better.
Teaching -ma to all the student teachers! Just remember, if you can survive teaching boot camp, you can survive anything.
So it is a gorgeously warm and sunny day here, and I'm trying not to be smug about it...but 30 birthdays in cold and wet and snow earns me a
little
slack for this one, right? Anyway, I'm resisting doing work. Had lovely brunch with ND and then went to Trader Joes, where I stocked up on frozen foodstuffs. Came back here, put away groceries, and cleaned some more of my patio.
I really shouldn't have to do school work on my birthday. *pout* Alas, I must. But not yet...I think Ima lounge on my couch and enjoy the breeze come through the screen doors for a bit first...
Oh, and for those playing along at home, I STILL do not have my car back. Five weeks as of tomorrow. Feh feh feh. meara, I may need you to rent something this weekend after all.
Dave is making dinner. I had to leave the room to not interfere.
Kristin -- You are SOOOO lucky to be in California right now.Just got back a few hours ago, and we are buried. Sorry I missed birthday shennanigans -- Rocky Horror reunion went long -- but it was good seeing you, Drew, Aimee and Miracleman while we were out there.
SJ, read back in Gary H.'s blog, as the apartment under his is for rent.
Blech. Self-image demons are spoiling my day. They're the nasty appearance related ones too. The others are easier for me to stomp since I can actually point to some decent things about myself as a person that'll pull me out of it. Thinking I have nice eyes while the evidence in the mirror shows that I'm a frizzy-headed fugmonster gets me nowhere.
What is with the recurring self-hate thread lately? I haven't weighed in (note the weight joke, there) because I'm trying to deny my own self-loathing, but the pictures I took of myself today with my shiny new digital camera make me want to never fucking leave the house again. Why can't I look at myself and see the person other people tell me is there? Or are they all just lying to me? I don't understand this dissonance between the reality I see and the reality my friends say they see. Damn it. All the good things I do can be wiped away into meaninglessness by one glance in a mirror.
You may never see yourself, Zenkitty. In fact, I wager no one who doesn't have to see themselves professionally ever gets close.
You can't see yourself move and react and break into a smile or fall into a frown. You're not going to catch a genuine laugh or look of warm concern. You can only see so many angles under limited variety of lighting.
You can't see what everyone else does because you're not looking at what everyone else is.
You can't see yourself move and react and break into a smile or fall into a frown. You're not going to catch a genuine laugh or look of warm concern. You can only see so many angles under limited variety of lighting.
this is true - I decicded at one point that I look better when I am moving - I think it was based on pictures that caught me in the middle of a laugh. pictures, mirrors, make me look flat and dull.
