'Objects In Space'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Who names their kid that?
Someone who hates America, obviously! t rimshot
ION, let me just say: getting a migraine on top of a cold is almost the exact literal definition of adding insult to injury. Boo. My head hurts in so many ways now. And I have no voice.
Timelies all!
Going out to dinner tonight with Gary's mom to celebrate our anniversary.
I am a silly person, but -- I just printed out good feedback from my boss on an edited manuscript (just 1 page, where she wrote "NICE!" [the ASSCAPS and exclamation point are hers] next to a particularly tricky passage).
I am going to hang it on the fridge. Tim said he thinks he has gold stars somewhere to stick on it. (If he *does* have gold stars, I don't understand why I haven't been getting them all along. Bake scones? Gold star! Leave you the last scone because I know you love them? Gold star! Not kill your father on vacation? HUGE GOLD STAR, baby.)
In term of eating the same thing. I eat basically the same thing for breakfast every day - greens with chicken, cheese and "fixings" (chopped celery, radish, carrot & green onion). Dressing: cider vinegar and eggless mayo sweetened with splenda, and spiced with garlic and black pepper. Greens are either carrot greens & beet greens I get for free or spinach when I have to buy greens.
Lunch alternates between a pudding made with peanut butter & plain nonfat greek yogurt sweeted with splenda with an apple for desert or plain non-fat yogurt with chopped apple and peanuts again sweeted with peanuts. So essentially the same lunch with alternating textures.
Dinner varies.
Hell, we do that at the office. Though now I think we need some gold stars.
Ow Steph, it does seem unfair of the universe to pile it on that way. {Edited to add that was in response to migraine on top of sickness}
So many onerous tasks lately. Moving boxes, gluing chests of drawers, stripping rust from metal, looking for a reliable body shop to bring the car, back-to-school onerosity (yes, it's its own category). I'm not even including the visit to the lawyer to take care of the estate because that was just fine. I am ready for pleasant and deeply satisfying task day. When is it?
That's what I call a view!
Wow. That is amazing, Connie.
In other news, I have to brag a bit. Instead of my usual workout, I checked my maximums. I can now chest press 110 pounds and squat 185. I've been giddy about this all evening.
That said, I will be taking a lot of ibuprofen before going to bed...
Impressive, Anne!