>Wake up at 3 am. Heartburn. Have to pee. ugh. attempt to get out of my bed only to find that somehow the covers have twisted over me like a demented python. I wiggle myself free and check my phone on the way down the stairs–furry dogs following closely behind. Then I wonder why I get emails at 3 in the morning…seriously? why? who is up emailing…oh, it’s my broadband statement–probably it’s automatic. I let the dogs out to take care of their business while I take care of mine. Then I go in search of the Tums. They are in the back (far back) of a cabinet…I reach, I try to be careful but BLAMO! out falls a glass perfume bottle which explodes in a clean lem0n-y and razor shard bonanza on the kitchen floor.
*sigh* then I clean that up.
I got back to bed and sleep through my alarm. I wake up, grab a yogurt and some grapenuts. It was a new box of grapenuts and when I tried to open it sitting on the couch, well, it exploded too. Tiny sharp crunchy grapenuts EVERYWHERE. I sat there, watching my dog attempt to vacuum them off the floor–they kept getting stuck to his nose.
Then I gave up, got dressed and left for work.
When I arrived at work I needed to pee again. Uh-oh. The bathroom is out of order.
After a few hours it was fixed. I did drop a few carrots from my lunch, but all things considered I survived (so far). I kind of fear going home and cleaning up the rest of the grapenuts…or worse go home and find my dog burping fiber.
It is raining here today. Which is great cause we need it badly. But everyone here seems to get really happy when it rains whereas I just really want to take a nap. 🙂
Happy Thursday folks.
(later note: sorry, this was a draft from last thursday. looks like I forgot to post it 😦 )
>please click and read for a quick moment of awww.
>So. I gave the pig a beer.
He liked it; I got damp. This is the video of it. Thankfully you can’t see any more of me than my arm–but you sure can hear me!
Against all known laws of physics my roof leaked again. It has a solid sheet of metal covering it and I cringed having to tell the landlord.
Some of my things got wet–the pic is those things hanging out to dry. I know, lame picture. 🙂
Yesterday, my cousin got married. This is a cousin I do not know very well, but I hope she is very happy. My beloved aunt reminded me that I was the first person of my generation (in our family) to get married. Holy Crap! (I thought) She is right. So as a forerunner in this marriage game I thought I would throw out some knowledge for those of you looking into the prospect. Admittedly many of you reading this have been married MUCH longer than my paultrey 6 (almost 7. Holy Crap!) years; but mayhap these will help some of the single folks…
1. Marriage is NOT the end. For some reason, and maybe this was just me, but when I was dating I kind of thought the “goal” was marriage. Well, its not. It is the beginning of a serious long term partnership. Enjoy dating. Don’t rush.
2. At some point in your marriage you will hate your spouse. With the ability to really know someone and really love them–you can easily slide into hate. It can happen when you sit in the toilet bowl (seat up) for the 374th time; or as you lie there praying for the snoring to stop. Know that those feelings will pass.
3. Try not to gossip with your friends about the horrors of your spouse. Later, when you’ve moved past something–they will remind you.
4. Always blame the dog when one of you farts. It keeps the romance alive.
5. Forgive their faults. Because for as many as you see in them, they have just as many percolating in their head about you.
Feel free to comment with any other marriage advice!
(Hah! I know you all think this is a post about drinking!)
But this is a pic of a bird that I fell in love with at the beach named Captain Morgan. He is a rescue, and it is the first bird I have ever met that really loves to cuddle. He has been with his current owner for a month. He was a LOT of fun.
>Forgive me for losing my normal sense of sarcasm, but I just saw this island, this island that I have fallen in love with, at its most beautiful. I was sitting here lamely watching hulu.com enjoying some network tv. It suddenly was dark. I had 3 thoughts almost simultaneously (huh, its dark; oooh, we are going to get rain; crap–my car windows are open.). So after rushing outside to close my car windows I rushed upstairs to my covered balcony. I sat and watched the rain as it poured down. The island seemed to drink it in, everything is so dry. It was beautiful, I could see the rain coming down with small areas of heavier rain looking like fountains throughout the valley.
It was stunning.
>I am over my cold (yay!). I no longer sound like Barry White+phlegm and I am finally feeling back to normal. This week we had a trainer in to refresh the insulators–this just means that they needed their yearly training update. They asked me for a trainer suggestion as their person was retired. I set them up with the people who trained me. Thankfully, it all worked out great and they were really happy with Mark.
For those of you who know me, you know that my internship when I was in college was living in a tent for 6 weeks capturing rattlesnakes for a tagging and release program. This is kinda superfluous to the story, but while living outdoors I learned a few different ways for a girl to pee. That’s right, there are more than one. It was during this internship that I really began to envy boys, I mean, they can just pee standing up. It just all seemed so unfair. But once the internship was over, well, thanks to the wonders of indoor plumbing I never really got envious until these days. I am not alone. I was monitoring a lovely woman operator, as I was setting her up with various sensors for various chemicals I had to stop and think…I can’t put that there, it will impede her taking off her clothes to pee. Yes, that’s right, we women wearing nomex jumpsuits and radio holsters first have to remove the radio holster, find somewhere to hang it, then unzip the coveralls from the top, grab our sleeves, try desperately to not let the nomex hit the floor, wiggle out of our underthings (bike shorts, etc) and then, finally we get to pee. Then reverse the entire process inside of a tiny stall and/or portapotty. Do you know what guys have to do? Yeah, they just unzip the coveralls from the bottom, then pee.
So, I could wear separates, pants with shirt. But then what would I have to bitch about? hmmm? 🙂 My next lesson in “how to work in industry as a girl” will be about the “head nod”. It is critical.
My plans for this weekend include going to visit the rum distillery on Saturday after a delicious breakfast at the domino club. then dropping off Mark (trainer) at the airport before taking a nap. Then I have to do laundry.
I am looking forward to my plans!
Hey everyone. I seem to have survived my cold! (Yay!) And they found my lost deposit (Yay!) And I bought myself a new bracelet (Double Yay!-Thank You Aunt Mary Jo & Uncle Tom!). This one is a hibiscus flower.
Its Saturday, not much is going on. The only news island-wise is we Need rain. it is starting to look like Fall. One of our two cisterns are dry. 😦
>I am feeling spectacularly sorry for myself today. It is Tuesday. I am at work. I don’t feel good due to a nasty cold. All my visitors are gone. My bank lost my deposit (they are looking for it…but still–how do you LOSE AN ELECTRONIC DEPOSIT??!! I am so bitter (and poor!)). Also, I sound like a female impersonator due to my cold (and was called “sir” on the phone).
And this morning I learned that if you drink diet coke really fast but have too much post nasal drip–it can lead to something foamy and disgusting.
I am feeling oddly better now that I just made you all say “ewww!”
The one shiny bright spot in my day is I signed up for the great turtle race. It is the migration of the sea turtles and 11 of them are tagged. We should be able to follow their progress online. I am disturbingly excited about following their progress.
(come on, you know you want to sign up too!!!)