The Blog With No Name

I do not join in the jokes around my office about PMS, because for me PMS means several days of high blood pressure, grinding teeth, “FUCK YOU ALL” running through my head constantly and general bad temper. I spent the morning at my office wanting to strangle most of the people who walked through the door, generally because they didn’t tell me what they needed in short sentences and then get the hell out. The financial secretary and I were trying to count the offering and three co-workers STOOD AROUND EATING FUCKING PECAN PIE AND TALKING OVER US. Damn them all. I get paid by these people to do work, and most of them seem to have a life’s mission of keeping me from working. Don’t even get me started on, “oh, we need to send out a huge Advent mailing, in TWO DAYS.” WHAT THE FUCK. Don’t, oh, you know, PLAN ANYTHING IN ADVANCE or anything crazy like that.

I am not shopping (although we might go see a movie later this afternoon [we saw Enchanted. Verdict: The Cute! It Burns! {the kids and I both really enjoyed it}]). I am throwing out old medicine/lotion/fingernail clippers/etc. And old sheets. I think we have six sets of sheets for each bed in the house, which constitute wretched excess as far as I’m concerned. Our neat built-in hallway linen cupboard is getting cleared out. I do so love getting rid of things!

I am also listening to Krista Tippett and Martin Marty on an old podcast of Speaking of Faith.

They are busy today, Thanksgiving, cleaning the basement. I wonder whether they realize that playing outside isn’t so much the option any more, as it’s getting COLD. We’ve had slush but  no snow. Not fun for frolicking outside. It seems to occur to them, once or twice a year, that the basement is a nice place to play WHEN YOU CAN SEE THE FLOOR.

Everyone seems to be relatively healthy.

I taught the kiddies to play Mastermind yesterday, and they both enjoy it, yay! (the actual board game, not an online version)

We’re having a quiet Thanksgiving dinner here with my mom and aunt; possibly the smallest gathering we’ve had since we’ve been married. As usual, I think the dinner will be overshadowed by the appetizers. My mother and aunt always channel their mother in circumstances like this; their idea of an adequate amount of food is equal to approximately six times the amount of food truly necessary. Lots of leftovers, that’s all I can say.

We’ve got five years of Babylon 5 DVDs to watch (Charles and the kiddies are farther along than I am, what a surprise. I still can’t stand Sinclair, so I have to force myself to watch the first season.)

I am officially old; I have my first prescription for reading glasses (or bifocals, if I want to go that route). I will soon be that person you see walking around with her glasses perched on her head, looking for her glasses.

After spending the past month fitfully, resentfully, haphazardly filing insurance/bank/school/etc papers, I have decided that my new year’s resolution will be to GO DIGITAL! I have an external hard drive and a shiny new scanner. NO MORE FILING.

I have started my Christmas bread list. So far there are AT LEAST 20 people on it. I better get to work.

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Originally uploaded by hoyameb.

I was compelled to buy this statue at IKEA today. The issue will be figuring out how to display it without ever removing it from the box.