Hey
Lyric for today:
Workin’ 9 to 5 what a way to make a living
And it’s . . .bum de dum . . . la la,
It’s all TAKIN and no givin
And hoo hum, la tee tum
And it’s bound to drive you CRAZY if you let it!
Sorry Dolly, that’s the best I could remember this evening . . . I love tequila . . .
Checking in. Not much to say. My job is absolutely horrible at the moment, and kind of consuming my life, energy, and dragging my happiness down a deep dark hole, but that’s all I will allow myself to say about it here. Thinking positively, I’ll describe the last couple of weeks in 100 words or less:
New Years Eve. The Professor, me, The Professor’s parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle. Some cards. Some wine and tostitos. The ball drops. Bed.
Jan 1 – Driving. Driving. Throw the cat out the window. Drive more. Meet with midwestern friends (Betsy and Jennifer, in my picture album) for a fantastic two hour lunch/gabfest/glass of wine/catch up, drive some more, miraculously recover the cat who learned her lesson and decides to sleep in lap, drive, get home in the wee hours.
Jan 2 – cleaning cleaning unpacking and cleaning.
Jan 3 – Back to work, but it’s The Professor’s birthday – fantastic dinner, overate again (and not for the last time), blew out one candle, bed.
Jan 4 – 5 uninteresting
Jan 6 – The Professor goes to mall without struggle or complaint – he has birthday money to spend, convince him to buy foxy shirts and flat front pants (no tapered leg), spend my own Banana Republic gift card – a good trip.
Jan 7 – Our two year anniversary. Drive to Biltmore House in Asheville, ooh ahh, wine tasting, love the wine crackers, quick meal, DQ indulgence, fall asleep to tv. King sized beds are God’s gift.
Today, Jan 8 – Drive back home, discuss “The Future” with some interesting revelations (PhD will take longer than originally thought, me not enthusiastic about continuing status as main breadwinner, but have been reluctantly convinced to stick around after promises of nightly backrubs and getting to pick the radio station at least once a week). Home, drinking margaritas, dreading Monday, thinking of calling in sick – actually feel a little sick, too much overindulgence (see Dec 31, Jan 1, Jan 3, Jan 7, Jan 8). Will continue details of Aussie trip in next blog, because I like recalling when my life was one big ADVENTURE! For now, off to wash down some TUMS with margaritas. Probably this took more than 100 words but am too lazy to count them, and anyway happy new year!
3 Comments
Nice Girl
So sorry work is sucking right now, but it sounds as if you\’ve had some fun in the last few days. Glad you got to see some midwestern buds and your anniversary sounds super fantastic! I\’ve heard Asheville is just gorgeous! Amanda 🙂
Frannie
Okay…I missed this entry thanks to MSN being a total suckbag. I\’m sorry that work is so crappy….it does tend to drain the life out of you.I just came from Amanda\’s blog…..so where\’s your tipsy entry?? I was really looking forward to it. 🙂
Nice Girl
Oh Heavens. I just teared up at your comment about Lorenzo\’s poetry. It is still weird hearing Michael call Virginia home and I feel exactly as her poetry spoke to her at the time. -sigh- Although, I must say, Tostitos and margaritas made me crack up! That is what I ate for a snack last night as I cried talking to Michael. lolHope things are looking up!Amanda 🙂