At least ya'll don't have to read this hair-ripping article by Julia Kristeva called "Shabat mater," about the transformation of Mary, mother of christ, into an outlet for female paranoia. This chick is nuts, and I'm so glad I'm near the last page.
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Bleugh, SA. You have my sympathies.
Trudy! I had The Sunshine Family when I was little! I did not make them a silo, but I did make them a house and barn from random boxes glued together.
I really do have to clean up. Really. I can't have anyone over at this point, not merely out of shame, but because there's no place to sit. Every horizontal surface is covered with clutter, except for my Mulder-like nest on the couch. I'm pretty sure this is a symptom of some emotional trauma. I'm also pretty sure I need to buy a Magic Eraser.
Steph, the "timer" method of cleaning sounds great! I'm off to try it now. (I swear - I've never even met you, but I feel like you're my mental twin or something - everything you've written about lately has almost exactly mirrored what I was thinking/feeling/doing.)
Deena, congratulations on the house! It's so pretty!
vw, sorry you still feel bad, but glad you feel better... may you soon be all well!
Fay, you seem to be willing to move anywhere in the entire world! I admire your fearlessness! You will get everything you want.
SA, why do you have to read that Mary thing?
SA, why do you have to read that Mary thing?
For my advanced studies in feminism class. Which is really just an independant study of medievalism and feminism with the name slapped on it, with a professor I love, to satisfy one of the last two women's studies reqs I have. The professor assigned the article because, well, she hated it too and wanted to share. *g*
{{vw}} and {{Nicole}} I hope both your day's get better.
I am sick of work. So beyond sick. I need these damn reports done so I can get some sleep.
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I'm also pretty sure I need to buy a Magic Eraser.
You SO do. Mine is sitting on the kitchen counter, to remind me to clean like a fiend today.
Steph, the "timer" method of cleaning sounds great! I'm off to try it now. (I swear - I've never even met you, but I feel like you're my mental twin or something - everything you've written about lately has almost exactly mirrored what I was thinking/feeling/doing.)
Are you drinking coffee right now and wondering vaguely if it would be the height of sloth to go back to bed when you haven't left the apartment since Friday night? 'Cause that's where I am.
I think that before I embark on the cleaning project, I'm going to go to Krohn Conservatory and take pictures. I'm trying to come up with something to get me out of the house, and none of the museums are really thrilling me, and a movie would be good, but I think I need something that has me on my feet and moving around. So maybe pretty flowers.
I have a magic eraser still in it's box in the bathroom. You people are making me want to clean. You truly are evil.
Fabulous house news from Deena! Let's give her a few days to settle in and then visit en masse, bearing sophisticated adult beverages, fuzzy blankets, good books and a lot of glitter. It'll be fun!
House is clean and the laundry will be soon, but I must go out and buy a new ink cartridge or there will be no printing today and my project will languish. Since it's ridiculously cold by California standards, this seems like a most unsavory thing to do. I'd rather curl up in the sunny spot with Mishka and a good book.
The Magic Eraser will make you want to get stuff dirty just so that you can clean it.