Now, it's no secret that spouse is somewhat younger than I am. But how much younger I apparently never knew....until this package arrived in the mail yesterday.

Oh. Dear. Heavens. Considering we've been together over 9 years, I almost literally robbed the cradle! Or at least the schoolyard.

Oh. Dear. Heavens. Considering we've been together over 9 years, I almost literally robbed the cradle! Or at least the schoolyard.
- And the muse feels:
giggly
It's "Get Fit" time at my agency. Every spring, the agency promotes an exercise campaign designed to get us cube farmers out of our chairs and into motion. This year I decided to actually participate. Two colleagues and I try to walk together on each of our breaks. If we can't manage to take our breaks together because one or another is stuck in an interview, we go by ourselves. This past week, I walked Thursday and Friday, 30 minutes each day in 15-minute intervals. Saturday I mowed the front yard. I was a couch potato today, however. I haven't weighed myself in the last few days. I've been afraid to. Although I've been a fairly good girl activity-wise, I've been a very bad girl food-wise. *sigh* Old habits die very hard.
Yesterday I also drove into Roseville. The original plan was to have lunch with a girlfriend, but she called when I was halfway there to beg off with a migraine. Instead, we'll meet tomorrow after my dental appointment. (Stitches come out! Yay!) Even though lunch was out, I continued on my merry way after all, and went to see an old friend at her bookstore, where I promptly dropped over $60.
My family escaped being hit by the massive storms in Arkansas this past week. Although they caught some major rain, the tornados and high winds blew elsewhere. Mom informed me Sis and BIL made an offer on a house in Gadsden, which was accepted. Their escrow should close by the end of the month.
Escrow on my house in Arkansas is supposed to close next Monday. If it does, that means no house payment this month, and we can start banking the former mortgage money right away. Woot! Again, however, chickens are not being counted. It just ain't done until it's done. But I can keep my fingers crossed.
Yesterday I also drove into Roseville. The original plan was to have lunch with a girlfriend, but she called when I was halfway there to beg off with a migraine. Instead, we'll meet tomorrow after my dental appointment. (Stitches come out! Yay!) Even though lunch was out, I continued on my merry way after all, and went to see an old friend at her bookstore, where I promptly dropped over $60.
My family escaped being hit by the massive storms in Arkansas this past week. Although they caught some major rain, the tornados and high winds blew elsewhere. Mom informed me Sis and BIL made an offer on a house in Gadsden, which was accepted. Their escrow should close by the end of the month.
Escrow on my house in Arkansas is supposed to close next Monday. If it does, that means no house payment this month, and we can start banking the former mortgage money right away. Woot! Again, however, chickens are not being counted. It just ain't done until it's done. But I can keep my fingers crossed.
- And the muse feels:
calm
See this entry for the list and the items accomplished thus far.
I'm making progress on the laundry. I think I'll assign the bathroom to spouse when he gets home. *evil laugh*
I'm making progress on the laundry. I think I'll assign the bathroom to spouse when he gets home. *evil laugh*
- And the muse feels:
busy
With a cool fresh gaze, I surveyed my domain this morning. And promptly lifted up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help.
I'll spare you the horrific details, but here's my to-do list:
Beware, O ye dirt. Despair, thou soap scum, clutter, and dust bunnies. I am on a mission.
I'll spare you the horrific details, but here's my to-do list:
- Kitchen:
Do dishes; cleancountersand floors; put away clutter. - Master bedroom:
Change sheets, dust furniture, vacuum carpet, put away clutter. - Master bath:
Demolish and rebuild.Clean tub, shower, floors, and counters; put away clutter. - Living room: Dust furniture, put away clutter, vacuum carpet. Find someplace other than next to the fireplace to stash yarn and yarn-related items.
- Hall: Spot clean and vacuum carpet.
- Dining room: Put away clutter, vacuum carpet.
- My office:
Throw hands up in despair.Organize and put away clutter. - Spouse's office:
Do not touch with a 49-1/2 foot pole.(The easiest one on the list, and the first accomplished. *beam*) - Laundry room: Wash, dry and put away an entire wardrobe's worth of laundry, put away clutter.
Beware, O ye dirt. Despair, thou soap scum, clutter, and dust bunnies. I am on a mission.
- And the muse feels:
determined
Today I had oral surgery. What fun. My mouth hurts. The Vicodin barely helps. And I get to eat nothing but soup, ice cream, and yogurt for the next few days. Oh, and you know the best thing? I get to do it again on the other side of my mouth in about six months.
*sigh*
I wish I hadn't inherited my father's gums.
*sigh*
I wish I hadn't inherited my father's gums.
- And the muse feels:
crappy
Yesterday spouse and I drove to Ft. Bragg for an adventure. Our first adventure was discovering that on Highway 20, 180 miles does not mean a three-hour drive. It's a four-and-a-half hour drive, over twisty curves, through mountains and ranchland, by Clear Lake and across the Russian River. A beautiful drive, nonetheless.
Once we arrived, our first order of business was lunch. Then we found our way to Glass Beach and went for a walk. Here are just a few of the photos I shot.



More photos can be found here.
rendiru was right. Ft. Bragg is gorgeous, and deserves far more time and exploration than our day trip allowed. We didn't have time to go to the Botanical Gardens, or visit the antique stores or craft stores, or historical downtown, or really see anything other than Glass Beach. I want to go back. I want to stay a few days in one of the nifty little bed and breakfast inns and really explore.
Once we arrived, our first order of business was lunch. Then we found our way to Glass Beach and went for a walk. Here are just a few of the photos I shot.



More photos can be found here.
A dear friend lost The Best Dog Ever a few days ago. Phoebe asks all those who are so inclined to please drop by the linked blog and say a few kind words. Thank you.
- And the muse feels:
sad
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It's not allergies. According to the doctor, it's the flu. Crud.
- And the muse feels:
sick
Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
Oh how stuffy
My face iz
The other day, I answered the question "How do you tell it's spring?" with "Spring is when I use the heater when I drive to work in the morning and the air conditioner when I drive home in the afternoon."
But there's another sign of spring. Spring is when I suffer the annual bout with sinus drainage and a raw throat which will lead, eventually, to laryngitis. The pollen and mold count is high and allergy medication barely makes a difference.
Gosh I love spring.
Actually, I escaped this annual misery the last two years. "Cool," thought I, "the move to California means I have removed myself from the spring allergens!" Wrong. It just took me two years to develop a sensitivity to the allergens here.
*sniffle* *hack* *cough*
Pass the tissues, please.
The grass is riz
Oh how stuffy
My face iz
The other day, I answered the question "How do you tell it's spring?" with "Spring is when I use the heater when I drive to work in the morning and the air conditioner when I drive home in the afternoon."
But there's another sign of spring. Spring is when I suffer the annual bout with sinus drainage and a raw throat which will lead, eventually, to laryngitis. The pollen and mold count is high and allergy medication barely makes a difference.
Gosh I love spring.
Actually, I escaped this annual misery the last two years. "Cool," thought I, "the move to California means I have removed myself from the spring allergens!" Wrong. It just took me two years to develop a sensitivity to the allergens here.
*sniffle* *hack* *cough*
Pass the tissues, please.
- And the muse feels:
grumpy
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Hmmm. Maybe I should study with the Bene Gesserit.
Hear the bells ringing,
They're singing that you can be born again,
Hear the bells ringing,
They're singing Christ is risen from the dead.
The angel up on the tombstone,
Said He has risen, just as He said,
Quickly now, go tell his disciples,
That Jesus Christ is no longer dead.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
Hear the bells ringing,
They're singing that you can be here right now,
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing,
Christ, He will reveal it now,
The angels, they all surround us,
And they are ministering Jesus' power,
Quickly now, reach out and receive it,
For this could be your glorious hour.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
The angel up on the tombstone,
Said He is risen, just as He said,
Quickly now, go tell his disciples,
That Jesus Christ is no longer dead.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
~~~~
Annie Herring
They're singing that you can be born again,
Hear the bells ringing,
They're singing Christ is risen from the dead.
The angel up on the tombstone,
Said He has risen, just as He said,
Quickly now, go tell his disciples,
That Jesus Christ is no longer dead.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
Hear the bells ringing,
They're singing that you can be here right now,
Hear the bells ringing, they're singing,
Christ, He will reveal it now,
The angels, they all surround us,
And they are ministering Jesus' power,
Quickly now, reach out and receive it,
For this could be your glorious hour.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
The angel up on the tombstone,
Said He is risen, just as He said,
Quickly now, go tell his disciples,
That Jesus Christ is no longer dead.
Joy to the world,
He is risen, alleluia
He is risen, alleluia,
He is risen, alleluia.
~~~~
Annie Herring
- And the muse feels:
redeemed
Dear client,
Is it too much to ask that, if you've been in this country long enough to qualify for benefits, you learn to speak English? Or at least bring someone with you who speaks English, especially if the letter I send you specifically requests you do so?
Sincerely,
A peeved barely bilingual public servant
Is it too much to ask that, if you've been in this country long enough to qualify for benefits, you learn to speak English? Or at least bring someone with you who speaks English, especially if the letter I send you specifically requests you do so?
Sincerely,
A peeved barely bilingual public servant
- And the muse feels:
irritated



