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Doodle doodle dee, wubba wubba wubba
Jan. 17th, 2004 02:15 pm
Ho hum. For awhile there, I was doing so good at keeping this thing updated, but lately... eh, there hasn't been much going on. Just life. The never-ending Work/Sleep/Work cycle. Even when I'm home I'm working, dishes, laundry, Rob, snakes. Never a day of rest. I think I would have made a good Amish woman at this point. For some reason unbeknownst to me, my eyes popped open at like, 1:45 this afternoon. I'm hoping for a possible chance of nap before I go to work. Maybe w/a high percentage of sex.
Rob's back at work, for at least 2 weeks. We actually have a slightly opposing schedule, so I get 4 glorious evenings to myself. All things considered, how my normal days off go, I will probably sleep right through them. Oh well.
Last night I tried to stab Jeff w/a green highlighter. Luckily for his uniform, he was too fast for me. I finally had to resort to yelling "Get the Hel away from me! Aaaagh!" while flailing my arms wildly. It was effective. Both Jeff & Josh ran off like bad children, which is really pretty much all they are.
Nora comes back from her vacation on Sunday, which means I get to plan my next one. I don't know why I'm bothering, it just means I won't be going to work, not that I'm going anywhere else. Surfing the couch, woohoo. Chances are Rob will be out of work yet again, so I'll be stuck w/him every single day, & the in-laws will want to ruin my time anyway. Something about putting a phone line in the den & running cable into the dining room, my mother-in-law is trying to foist her current dining room set off on me, which I am actively protesting w/much head-shaking. I can't take another kitchen-table war. The last one ended in an uneasy truce & I don't want to be the one to rekindle the flames of animosity. At least w/Rob's current post, I have to stay at work longer on Sunday nights, instead of getting those atrocious early-outs at like, 2am. Oooh, work a whole 3 1/2 hrs. Yup, way to be the breadwinner, Janelle. I haven't had an 80-hr paycheck since I started night audit :)
Josh keeps talking Hawaii to me, like it's some big prize, but he doesn't seem to understand that I'd never trade the snakes for him, which is what going to Hawaii would mean. He also doesn't understand that I wouldn't trade one marriage for another. To coin a U2 song, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. It's the wanting that got me into this whole marriage thing in the first place, but it wasn't the man that I wanted, it was the stability & some measure of security that was being offered at the time. Not having to sleep on Jody's couch anymore, deal w/30 or 40 cats & 20 dogs & 2 kids... Ugh, Cancerians... he doesn't get it. He just doesn't get it. And eventually, I'll hurt his itty-bitties and he'll have one more score to chalk up against the female species.
I keep thinking N'Awlins... and I keep missing the teeming beaches of California, the ocean Herself, the flux of the tides, the smell of salted air, the way your skin looks glittered after coming out of the water & air-drying, the strange celebratory nature of Venice Beach & the peace of Carmel-by-the Sea...
Rob's back at work, for at least 2 weeks. We actually have a slightly opposing schedule, so I get 4 glorious evenings to myself. All things considered, how my normal days off go, I will probably sleep right through them. Oh well.
Last night I tried to stab Jeff w/a green highlighter. Luckily for his uniform, he was too fast for me. I finally had to resort to yelling "Get the Hel away from me! Aaaagh!" while flailing my arms wildly. It was effective. Both Jeff & Josh ran off like bad children, which is really pretty much all they are.
Nora comes back from her vacation on Sunday, which means I get to plan my next one. I don't know why I'm bothering, it just means I won't be going to work, not that I'm going anywhere else. Surfing the couch, woohoo. Chances are Rob will be out of work yet again, so I'll be stuck w/him every single day, & the in-laws will want to ruin my time anyway. Something about putting a phone line in the den & running cable into the dining room, my mother-in-law is trying to foist her current dining room set off on me, which I am actively protesting w/much head-shaking. I can't take another kitchen-table war. The last one ended in an uneasy truce & I don't want to be the one to rekindle the flames of animosity. At least w/Rob's current post, I have to stay at work longer on Sunday nights, instead of getting those atrocious early-outs at like, 2am. Oooh, work a whole 3 1/2 hrs. Yup, way to be the breadwinner, Janelle. I haven't had an 80-hr paycheck since I started night audit :)
Josh keeps talking Hawaii to me, like it's some big prize, but he doesn't seem to understand that I'd never trade the snakes for him, which is what going to Hawaii would mean. He also doesn't understand that I wouldn't trade one marriage for another. To coin a U2 song, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. It's the wanting that got me into this whole marriage thing in the first place, but it wasn't the man that I wanted, it was the stability & some measure of security that was being offered at the time. Not having to sleep on Jody's couch anymore, deal w/30 or 40 cats & 20 dogs & 2 kids... Ugh, Cancerians... he doesn't get it. He just doesn't get it. And eventually, I'll hurt his itty-bitties and he'll have one more score to chalk up against the female species.
I keep thinking N'Awlins... and I keep missing the teeming beaches of California, the ocean Herself, the flux of the tides, the smell of salted air, the way your skin looks glittered after coming out of the water & air-drying, the strange celebratory nature of Venice Beach & the peace of Carmel-by-the Sea...
