Ugh, I just agreed to sing in the choir tomorrow, which means leaving at 8:45. So early!
Other than that, I've just gone to see my father and done a lot of work on the DVR.
Well, my days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Apr 12, 2014 1:34:48 pm PDT #25024 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
msbelle - Apr 12, 2014 1:45:55 pm PDT #25025 of 30000
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Ugh, I just agreed to sing in the choir tomorrow, which means leaving at 8:45. So early!
choir member for the 8:30 service gives thou the stink eye.
Not to mention that we are asked to sing both services both tomorrow and Easter.
Which in Texas speak means - up early and we won't even beat the Baptists to lunch.
Jesse - Apr 12, 2014 1:49:24 pm PDT #25026 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
8:30 service is just crazy!
tommyrot - Apr 12, 2014 2:10:02 pm PDT #25027 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
It was 39 when I left Clintonville this afternoon. When I arrived in Chicago (200 miles south) it was 81.
On Monday we might get snow.
Jesse - Apr 12, 2014 3:14:45 pm PDT #25028 of 30000
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Spring!
Juliebird - Apr 12, 2014 3:33:26 pm PDT #25029 of 30000
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
Had about 24 volunteers today. Between dashing back and forth between each project, my ankle is killing me. (Even the right one is unhappy with me). Got lots of great work done (but omg was the rose garden devastated from the winter. They must have taken out fifty bushes). And the kids from the local private academy continue to impress me with their maturity, integrity, and inclusiveness.
Now to fill out my scrip for a topical anti-inflammatory. I still have conflicting info from the orthopedist and physical therapist as to brace/compression sock as a preventative measure as I'm running back and forth for hours at a time. Medicine, why are you so fickle?! Maybe I'll get a third opinion from my Chiro who does sports medicine.
(And, no, autocorrect, when I misspell medicine, I do not mean meat ovine, how is that the better option?).
sarameg - Apr 12, 2014 4:34:07 pm PDT #25030 of 30000
I was supposed to go out tonight with friends but had a fall-down-uncoping, so I finished priming the bases of the spindles. And laundered couch covers.
Plotting going back to the hardware store so maybe I can strip the rest of the front porch railing.
...and I wonder why I suddenly run out of steam.
Theodosia - Apr 12, 2014 4:37:08 pm PDT #25031 of 30000
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I'm watching Django Unchained on the TV.
§ ita § - Apr 12, 2014 6:09:45 pm PDT #25032 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My sister has asked me to write a pretend abstract for this call for papers by the Southwest Popular/American Culture Association conference, and has requested no more than 300 words describing a paper on Supernatural (she considered "the works of Joss Whedon" and then discarded it as not amusing enough).
She's a fucking anthropology PhD! And I have never written an abstract in my life.
(Perhaps unsurprisingly my fake paper is called "Supernatural: Queering the Subtext" but how much blather can I generate? I'm only at 124 words so far.)
(She intends to attend the conference, not at all because it's in ABQ and she enjoys Breaking Bad location visits, or because of her newfound love of the rodeo. Not at all. She'd never pick conferences location first.)
DebetEsse - Apr 12, 2014 6:30:19 pm PDT #25033 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
I hate writing abstracts, and that's too far out of my field for me to be significantly helpful.