sandmansister: (BtVS - Hard on themselves)
Great lyric, but I'm not sure it's true.

Lest anyone worry, there are no deep ends in my immediate vicinity; I'm nowhere near going off one. I just have a surfeit of emotion going on lately and need to wrap my brain/heart around it. For all that I am a passionate creature, I am paradoxically freaked by strong emotion. And as I've come to learn, the things we do to avoid feeling bad tend to leave us far more damaged and worse off than just feeling the badness would.

So in no particular order, I am going to purge the things that are making me crazy/sad/mad/hurt/crazy-oh-wait-I-
already-said-crazy:

  • My job. Didn't even get in 20 hours this week due to administrivia fubar. I'll get paid next week and it will be more than unemployment, but not much. Also, just dealing with change of working from home and trying to develop a routine that won't be so routine that it drives me nuts, but provides the structure I need to be a productive and health-seeking member of society.

  • My job. Again. Apparently in order to get the contract, the company had to make some cuts, which is why I'm getting $3/hr less. But at least as a team lead I am budgeted for 40 hrs/wk for the whole project. Senior IDs? Not so much. I don't like that this was a surprise to them and my project manager. Feels shady, and I don't want to lose good people because of it. I'm already one person short on my team. Project manager is appropriately appalled and working on a fix, but... meh.

  • Being a girl. This is one of those times when I distinctly don't enjoy being a girl. Stupid hormones. Stupid hormones triggering headaches.

  • Jimmy. It was 5 years ago Tuesday that he left us. We're all healing from the loss, but there are still scars and a Jimmy-shaped hole in my heart. It's not crippling or debilitating anymore, but I just plain love and miss my friend.

  • My birthday. Usually, I love any reason to celebrate. I think that any reason to be happy, we should grab and and milk it for all it's worth. Except that I am totally Meh about my birthday this year. I don't mind getting older (for the most part); having a brush with my mortality last year makes it very clear that it's far superior to the alternative. However, I had an idea for a low-key but fun celebration—a slumber party for a few of my favorite girls to relax and be silly together. Except the NBA All-Star game is in Dallas this year and there's nary a hotel room to be found. And it's the only date folks could find to have a baby shower for some dear friends. And SAPA orientation. And stuff. It just makes me a little pouty that my day got co-opted by everyone else's life. I get it, and don't begrudge anyone anything. But there's some pout nonetheless, and I am just Meh about the whole birthday thing.


    OK, I *might* get out of this funk and go to Panoptikon tonight... weather and 'splody head permitting. But Meh anyway.

  • My car. Got a flat earlier this week. Need to get tire fixed; hoping it can be fixed. Dreading to hear, "you need all new tires or you're gonna DIE!" (See aforementioned comment about lack of hours this week.) I know, I know. It's dumb to borrow trouble when I don't know the answer. My brain is clever enough to realize that; organs south of the brain aren't nearly clever enough.

  • My computer. Laptop took a little tumble from the couch to the tile floor. It's OK, but the power cable? Not so much. Or to be more specific, the spot where it plugs in is a little bent and can't connect to stay charged. And because I am dumb, the spreadsheet I need to finish my taxes and get my refund (about $500) is on the desktop on the broken laptop. Gnar.


  • Really, I guess I could group a lot of those things under Stupid Money as a sub-heading. Things could be (and have been) worse, but it's just one more layer of insecurity in this weird layered parfait of my stress.

    A lot of it, I'm sure, is change-related. Even change for the better is stressful. And I have been feeling a slow but epic shift in the tectonic plates of my life. Exciting? Maybe. Terrifying? Absolutely.

    But for now, it's manifesting as a case of the sads. I hugged on [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and let him know I'm a little wobbly and in need of more snugs and cuddles in the days to come. It will pass, of course, but I am trying to feel it instead of bury it. Hopefully this purge will make it a little easier to move through it.
    sandmansister: (BtVS - Hard on themselves)
    Great lyric, but I'm not sure it's true.

    Lest anyone worry, there are no deep ends in my immediate vicinity; I'm nowhere near going off one. I just have a surfeit of emotion going on lately and need to wrap my brain/heart around it. For all that I am a passionate creature, I am paradoxically freaked by strong emotion. And as I've come to learn, the things we do to avoid feeling bad tend to leave us far more damaged and worse off than just feeling the badness would.

    So in no particular order, I am going to purge the things that are making me crazy/sad/mad/hurt/crazy-oh-wait-I-
    already-said-crazy:

  • My job. Didn't even get in 20 hours this week due to administrivia fubar. I'll get paid next week and it will be more than unemployment, but not much. Also, just dealing with change of working from home and trying to develop a routine that won't be so routine that it drives me nuts, but provides the structure I need to be a productive and health-seeking member of society.

  • My job. Again. Apparently in order to get the contract, the company had to make some cuts, which is why I'm getting $3/hr less. But at least as a team lead I am budgeted for 40 hrs/wk for the whole project. Senior IDs? Not so much. I don't like that this was a surprise to them and my project manager. Feels shady, and I don't want to lose good people because of it. I'm already one person short on my team. Project manager is appropriately appalled and working on a fix, but... meh.

  • Being a girl. This is one of those times when I distinctly don't enjoy being a girl. Stupid hormones. Stupid hormones triggering headaches.

  • Jimmy. It was 5 years ago Tuesday that he left us. We're all healing from the loss, but there are still scars and a Jimmy-shaped hole in my heart. It's not crippling or debilitating anymore, but I just plain love and miss my friend.

  • My birthday. Usually, I love any reason to celebrate. I think that any reason to be happy, we should grab and and milk it for all it's worth. Except that I am totally Meh about my birthday this year. I don't mind getting older (for the most part); having a brush with my mortality last year makes it very clear that it's far superior to the alternative. However, I had an idea for a low-key but fun celebration—a slumber party for a few of my favorite girls to relax and be silly together. Except the NBA All-Star game is in Dallas this year and there's nary a hotel room to be found. And it's the only date folks could find to have a baby shower for some dear friends. And SAPA orientation. And stuff. It just makes me a little pouty that my day got co-opted by everyone else's life. I get it, and don't begrudge anyone anything. But there's some pout nonetheless, and I am just Meh about the whole birthday thing.


    OK, I *might* get out of this funk and go to Panoptikon tonight... weather and 'splody head permitting. But Meh anyway.

  • My car. Got a flat earlier this week. Need to get tire fixed; hoping it can be fixed. Dreading to hear, "you need all new tires or you're gonna DIE!" (See aforementioned comment about lack of hours this week.) I know, I know. It's dumb to borrow trouble when I don't know the answer. My brain is clever enough to realize that; organs south of the brain aren't nearly clever enough.

  • My computer. Laptop took a little tumble from the couch to the tile floor. It's OK, but the power cable? Not so much. Or to be more specific, the spot where it plugs in is a little bent and can't connect to stay charged. And because I am dumb, the spreadsheet I need to finish my taxes and get my refund (about $500) is on the desktop on the broken laptop. Gnar.


  • Really, I guess I could group a lot of those things under Stupid Money as a sub-heading. Things could be (and have been) worse, but it's just one more layer of insecurity in this weird layered parfait of my stress.

    A lot of it, I'm sure, is change-related. Even change for the better is stressful. And I have been feeling a slow but epic shift in the tectonic plates of my life. Exciting? Maybe. Terrifying? Absolutely.

    But for now, it's manifesting as a case of the sads. I hugged on [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and let him know I'm a little wobbly and in need of more snugs and cuddles in the days to come. It will pass, of course, but I am trying to feel it instead of bury it. Hopefully this purge will make it a little easier to move through it.
    sandmansister: (BtVS - Hard on themselves)
    Great lyric, but I'm not sure it's true.

    Lest anyone worry, there are no deep ends in my immediate vicinity; I'm nowhere near going off one. I just have a surfeit of emotion going on lately and need to wrap my brain/heart around it. For all that I am a passionate creature, I am paradoxically freaked by strong emotion. And as I've come to learn, the things we do to avoid feeling bad tend to leave us far more damaged and worse off than just feeling the badness would.

    So in no particular order, I am going to purge the things that are making me crazy/sad/mad/hurt/crazy-oh-wait-I-
    already-said-crazy:

  • My job. Didn't even get in 20 hours this week due to administrivia fubar. I'll get paid next week and it will be more than unemployment, but not much. Also, just dealing with change of working from home and trying to develop a routine that won't be so routine that it drives me nuts, but provides the structure I need to be a productive and health-seeking member of society.

  • My job. Again. Apparently in order to get the contract, the company had to make some cuts, which is why I'm getting $3/hr less. But at least as a team lead I am budgeted for 40 hrs/wk for the whole project. Senior IDs? Not so much. I don't like that this was a surprise to them and my project manager. Feels shady, and I don't want to lose good people because of it. I'm already one person short on my team. Project manager is appropriately appalled and working on a fix, but... meh.

  • Being a girl. This is one of those times when I distinctly don't enjoy being a girl. Stupid hormones. Stupid hormones triggering headaches.

  • Jimmy. It was 5 years ago Tuesday that he left us. We're all healing from the loss, but there are still scars and a Jimmy-shaped hole in my heart. It's not crippling or debilitating anymore, but I just plain love and miss my friend.

  • My birthday. Usually, I love any reason to celebrate. I think that any reason to be happy, we should grab and and milk it for all it's worth. Except that I am totally Meh about my birthday this year. I don't mind getting older (for the most part); having a brush with my mortality last year makes it very clear that it's far superior to the alternative. However, I had an idea for a low-key but fun celebration—a slumber party for a few of my favorite girls to relax and be silly together. Except the NBA All-Star game is in Dallas this year and there's nary a hotel room to be found. And it's the only date folks could find to have a baby shower for some dear friends. And SAPA orientation. And stuff. It just makes me a little pouty that my day got co-opted by everyone else's life. I get it, and don't begrudge anyone anything. But there's some pout nonetheless, and I am just Meh about the whole birthday thing.


    OK, I *might* get out of this funk and go to Panoptikon tonight... weather and 'splody head permitting. But Meh anyway.

  • My car. Got a flat earlier this week. Need to get tire fixed; hoping it can be fixed. Dreading to hear, "you need all new tires or you're gonna DIE!" (See aforementioned comment about lack of hours this week.) I know, I know. It's dumb to borrow trouble when I don't know the answer. My brain is clever enough to realize that; organs south of the brain aren't nearly clever enough.

  • My computer. Laptop took a little tumble from the couch to the tile floor. It's OK, but the power cable? Not so much. Or to be more specific, the spot where it plugs in is a little bent and can't connect to stay charged. And because I am dumb, the spreadsheet I need to finish my taxes and get my refund (about $500) is on the desktop on the broken laptop. Gnar.


  • Really, I guess I could group a lot of those things under Stupid Money as a sub-heading. Things could be (and have been) worse, but it's just one more layer of insecurity in this weird layered parfait of my stress.

    A lot of it, I'm sure, is change-related. Even change for the better is stressful. And I have been feeling a slow but epic shift in the tectonic plates of my life. Exciting? Maybe. Terrifying? Absolutely.

    But for now, it's manifesting as a case of the sads. I hugged on [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and let him know I'm a little wobbly and in need of more snugs and cuddles in the days to come. It will pass, of course, but I am trying to feel it instead of bury it. Hopefully this purge will make it a little easier to move through it.
    sandmansister: (BtVS - Hard on themselves)
    Great lyric, but I'm not sure it's true.

    Lest anyone worry, there are no deep ends in my immediate vicinity; I'm nowhere near going off one. I just have a surfeit of emotion going on lately and need to wrap my brain/heart around it. For all that I am a passionate creature, I am paradoxically freaked by strong emotion. And as I've come to learn, the things we do to avoid feeling bad tend to leave us far more damaged and worse off than just feeling the badness would.

    So in no particular order, I am going to purge the things that are making me crazy/sad/mad/hurt/crazy-oh-wait-I-
    already-said-crazy:

  • My job. Didn't even get in 20 hours this week due to administrivia fubar. I'll get paid next week and it will be more than unemployment, but not much. Also, just dealing with change of working from home and trying to develop a routine that won't be so routine that it drives me nuts, but provides the structure I need to be a productive and health-seeking member of society.

  • My job. Again. Apparently in order to get the contract, the company had to make some cuts, which is why I'm getting $3/hr less. But at least as a team lead I am budgeted for 40 hrs/wk for the whole project. Senior IDs? Not so much. I don't like that this was a surprise to them and my project manager. Feels shady, and I don't want to lose good people because of it. I'm already one person short on my team. Project manager is appropriately appalled and working on a fix, but... meh.

  • Being a girl. This is one of those times when I distinctly don't enjoy being a girl. Stupid hormones. Stupid hormones triggering headaches.

  • Jimmy. It was 5 years ago Tuesday that he left us. We're all healing from the loss, but there are still scars and a Jimmy-shaped hole in my heart. It's not crippling or debilitating anymore, but I just plain love and miss my friend.

  • My birthday. Usually, I love any reason to celebrate. I think that any reason to be happy, we should grab and and milk it for all it's worth. Except that I am totally Meh about my birthday this year. I don't mind getting older (for the most part); having a brush with my mortality last year makes it very clear that it's far superior to the alternative. However, I had an idea for a low-key but fun celebration—a slumber party for a few of my favorite girls to relax and be silly together. Except the NBA All-Star game is in Dallas this year and there's nary a hotel room to be found. And it's the only date folks could find to have a baby shower for some dear friends. And SAPA orientation. And stuff. It just makes me a little pouty that my day got co-opted by everyone else's life. I get it, and don't begrudge anyone anything. But there's some pout nonetheless, and I am just Meh about the whole birthday thing.


    OK, I *might* get out of this funk and go to Panoptikon tonight... weather and 'splody head permitting. But Meh anyway.

  • My car. Got a flat earlier this week. Need to get tire fixed; hoping it can be fixed. Dreading to hear, "you need all new tires or you're gonna DIE!" (See aforementioned comment about lack of hours this week.) I know, I know. It's dumb to borrow trouble when I don't know the answer. My brain is clever enough to realize that; organs south of the brain aren't nearly clever enough.

  • My computer. Laptop took a little tumble from the couch to the tile floor. It's OK, but the power cable? Not so much. Or to be more specific, the spot where it plugs in is a little bent and can't connect to stay charged. And because I am dumb, the spreadsheet I need to finish my taxes and get my refund (about $500) is on the desktop on the broken laptop. Gnar.


  • Really, I guess I could group a lot of those things under Stupid Money as a sub-heading. Things could be (and have been) worse, but it's just one more layer of insecurity in this weird layered parfait of my stress.

    A lot of it, I'm sure, is change-related. Even change for the better is stressful. And I have been feeling a slow but epic shift in the tectonic plates of my life. Exciting? Maybe. Terrifying? Absolutely.

    But for now, it's manifesting as a case of the sads. I hugged on [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool and let him know I'm a little wobbly and in need of more snugs and cuddles in the days to come. It will pass, of course, but I am trying to feel it instead of bury it. Hopefully this purge will make it a little easier to move through it.
    sandmansister: (Spock calm)
    So it appears I may be joining the ranks of the looking for work. The company for whom I've been contracting since April 2008 cannot renew my contract. Apparently there's a rule against keeping contractors for more than 12 months.

    On the plus side, my bosses want desperately to keep me. They're trying to get budget approval to hire me on permanently (though from what I can gather, it will be $5 - $10K/yr less). I got some good critique on my resume from them, too. In addition, there are 2 project manager jobs open, and they encouraged me to apply. I have a phone interview tomorrow. I like the analysis/planning phase a little better than content development anyway, so that's good. And I might be able to dodge the pay cut. We shall see.

    Also have other irons in the fire thanks to former co-workers, so I'm mostly not freaking out. Actually, I felt a little relieved and free when they told me; I guess the stress was affecting me more than I knew. But it really felt like new opportunities, so I'm hoping to be proven right.

    Any good thoughts, prayers, juju, or mojo greatly appreciated, of course.
    sandmansister: (Spock calm)
    So it appears I may be joining the ranks of the looking for work. The company for whom I've been contracting since April 2008 cannot renew my contract. Apparently there's a rule against keeping contractors for more than 12 months.

    On the plus side, my bosses want desperately to keep me. They're trying to get budget approval to hire me on permanently (though from what I can gather, it will be $5 - $10K/yr less). I got some good critique on my resume from them, too. In addition, there are 2 project manager jobs open, and they encouraged me to apply. I have a phone interview tomorrow. I like the analysis/planning phase a little better than content development anyway, so that's good. And I might be able to dodge the pay cut. We shall see.

    Also have other irons in the fire thanks to former co-workers, so I'm mostly not freaking out. Actually, I felt a little relieved and free when they told me; I guess the stress was affecting me more than I knew. But it really felt like new opportunities, so I'm hoping to be proven right.

    Any good thoughts, prayers, juju, or mojo greatly appreciated, of course.
    sandmansister: (Spock calm)
    So it appears I may be joining the ranks of the looking for work. The company for whom I've been contracting since April 2008 cannot renew my contract. Apparently there's a rule against keeping contractors for more than 12 months.

    On the plus side, my bosses want desperately to keep me. They're trying to get budget approval to hire me on permanently (though from what I can gather, it will be $5 - $10K/yr less). I got some good critique on my resume from them, too. In addition, there are 2 project manager jobs open, and they encouraged me to apply. I have a phone interview tomorrow. I like the analysis/planning phase a little better than content development anyway, so that's good. And I might be able to dodge the pay cut. We shall see.

    Also have other irons in the fire thanks to former co-workers, so I'm mostly not freaking out. Actually, I felt a little relieved and free when they told me; I guess the stress was affecting me more than I knew. But it really felt like new opportunities, so I'm hoping to be proven right.

    Any good thoughts, prayers, juju, or mojo greatly appreciated, of course.
    sandmansister: (Spock calm)
    So it appears I may be joining the ranks of the looking for work. The company for whom I've been contracting since April 2008 cannot renew my contract. Apparently there's a rule against keeping contractors for more than 12 months.

    On the plus side, my bosses want desperately to keep me. They're trying to get budget approval to hire me on permanently (though from what I can gather, it will be $5 - $10K/yr less). I got some good critique on my resume from them, too. In addition, there are 2 project manager jobs open, and they encouraged me to apply. I have a phone interview tomorrow. I like the analysis/planning phase a little better than content development anyway, so that's good. And I might be able to dodge the pay cut. We shall see.

    Also have other irons in the fire thanks to former co-workers, so I'm mostly not freaking out. Actually, I felt a little relieved and free when they told me; I guess the stress was affecting me more than I knew. But it really felt like new opportunities, so I'm hoping to be proven right.

    Any good thoughts, prayers, juju, or mojo greatly appreciated, of course.
    sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (BtVS - 5x5 (Faith))
    Fly-by Friday items for your perusal:

  • Majestic morning. Crisp air tinged with chill, clear skies... if only I had cider... *le sigh*

  • Depending on how soon source content is provided to me, may be working tomorrow. OT $ = yay! Cutting into work-on-my-ass-groove time? Not so much.

  • Feeling fine and sassy. Tie-dyed maxi dress (eBay yay!), cropped denim jacket, Crocs Sassari peep-toe wedges of comfy-footed joy... yeah, today I am feeling the boho hotness.

  • Managed to wear a "real" bra, but deciding that while my skin is healed enough to handle an underwire, I. Just. Don't. Want. To. Anymore. I am perfectly happy with my stash of sports bras, thankyew very much. My girls have been through quite enough this year. No mas!

  • Inexplicable craving for beef fajitas at La Hacienda Ranch. OK, they're the bestest EVAR and I am starvacious. Maybe not so inexplicable?

  • Loving my Roku Netflix player as we can also use it for Amazon On Demand. So when the satellite goes weather wonky, we're not SOL weeks after the fact. (Can't access Hulu via Wii Internet channel, and don't want to cram around a sad little laptop; AOD is a great solution.) This should be particularly happy-making for the Boswells when it comes time for House Party. In related news, Glee = Glee!!!

  • Left the bedroom door open last night to keep breezes circulating, which meant that I didn't hear it open to tell me that [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool was coming in to kiss me goodbye this morning. Fortunately for him, my brain processed the situation after causing me to gasp in terror but before said terror could impel me to grab the maglite kept close-at-hand for emergencies. Brainular bashing was avoided, though we had a bladderical near-miss—mine, not his unless he saw my reflexive reach toward where the aforementioned maglite is kept... sorry, baby! (Yes, I'm using technical medical terms here.) :P

  • New Dollhouse tonight!!!!

    EDIT: Sammich w/12 grain bread FTW! And I have orange toenails. This is all to the good.
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (GIR spin)
    Just popping in to share a few highlights of life as of late:

  • High expectations on a high-focus project + nigh impossible deadlines = ‘splody me. Developed eLearning overview + 5 job-specific modules on a new workflow/queuing tool in about than 3 weeks... one that was still changing up to 9/14 (which meant almost daily rewrites). It’s done (and so am I). No one died... though at one particularly low point, if the Powers That Be told me to either 1) do that day over; or 2) get Boobonic Plague again... well, I would have had to think hard about my choice ('cuz hell, I know I can beat friggin' cancer...) But things are better now. : /

  • I can tell autumn is arriving. My Inner Betty Crocker is stirring (ha! Food pun FTW!) and I’m mostly content to let her. Made a Tex-Mex goulash based on [livejournal.com profile] wyckedgood’s family recipe, and cobbler last night thanks to [livejournal.com profile] divalace. Felt good after the last few hectic weeks to do something domestic (and let [livejournal.com profile] arbiter_of_cool handle the dishes – lulz).

  • Performed w/QAL at a retirement home on Friday. What a gratifying gig on all levels! The facility is lovely, and the residents really seemed to enjoy (which only egged us on to perform even better). Plus, the acoustics were fab so we could add lots of dynamic contrast without oversinging. I even helped a little old lady—OMG 90 next month!—who needed help escaping the clutches of the metal folding chair.

  • It really is a small world after all. Got the lovely smoked whitefish that MM* sent from the Lixey Fish Market. As we signed for the package, the postman noticed the return address in Oscoda. Guess where he is from?!?!?!!!! He left in 1969, though… didn’t have the heart to tell him that I was just being born…

  • Kids dancing = teh funneh. Kids trying to breakdance and/or stage their own dance battle? HIGH-larious! (Looked a lot like my GIR icon *points up*, in fact.) [livejournal.com profile] jojo_qtpie’s ceremony and reception were lovely, but that bit almost literally took the cake IMHO.

  • Speaking of wedding, I loved that the bride and groom arrived to the space in which they were to wed at the same time. Subtle and powerful symbolism there. Me rikey. And knowing what the Family Welch has endured these last few months, seeing her father walk with her, give a toast, and dance with her was even more schmooble-inspiring than usual (though the original tune written by her uncle for their first dance moved me to tears, too).

  • So sad that I missed Oktoberfest this year. Had rehearsal on Thursday for the aforementioned gig, and a 9am call on Friday got moved up by 30 minutes… had to put on the damned big girl panties. Friday was a friend’s 50th and though we were home at a decent hour, I was fork-in-me done after the work week. In bed before 10pm and slept solidly until 8:30 the next morning. However, there was sausage and kraut and red cabbage of joy at the wedding, so that seemed to balance things a bit. Plus, still have a gift certificate for Bavarian Grill… oms and noms!

  • QAL is heading back to Dunn Bros in Addison on November 7th (see QALace.com for details coming soon). We’re taking up a collection for RESCU, which is particularly timely since we recently heard about Mikael the Mime’s leukemia diagnosis. Hope we can contribute something to help him and other folks in need. We’re also headed back into the studio soon, so there will be *ahem*
    A NEW QAL CD NEXT SPRING!


    More highlights as I think of them… hope you all are keeping yourselves well and in just enough trouble to make life fun.

    * Michigan Momma (a.k.a. my birth mother)
  • sandmansister: (Toon - Nervous Sheepish)
    There's a new team that's taken up residence on our floor (and by "new" I mean "within the last 2 – 3 months"). They're fairly near where I sit, so there are new people to see in the break room and passing in the halls and such.

    So when I am sharing counter space with a very tall Gen-Y-ish gent (me making my Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea, him filling a Vat O' Agua) and he says, "So do you, like, REALLY like Norma's?" I just froze.

    He followed up with, "I see you there, like, EVERY WEEKEND."

    I sort of stammered a response. But when I pulled it together and said, "Sometimes, a girl just needs a bacon fix!" he wholeheartedly agreed, and reacted similarly to my "And best. biscuits. EVAR!" statement.

    Problem? What problem? I don't have a Norma's problem...

    *twitchtwitch*

    On the plus side, he seems like a friendly, fun sort. And there are worse foundations for friendship than Norma's biscuits (or bacon)...
    sandmansister: (Toon - Nervous Sheepish)
    There's a new team that's taken up residence on our floor (and by "new" I mean "within the last 2 – 3 months"). They're fairly near where I sit, so there are new people to see in the break room and passing in the halls and such.

    So when I am sharing counter space with a very tall Gen-Y-ish gent (me making my Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea, him filling a Vat O' Agua) and he says, "So do you, like, REALLY like Norma's?" I just froze.

    He followed up with, "I see you there, like, EVERY WEEKEND."

    I sort of stammered a response. But when I pulled it together and said, "Sometimes, a girl just needs a bacon fix!" he wholeheartedly agreed, and reacted similarly to my "And best. biscuits. EVAR!" statement.

    Problem? What problem? I don't have a Norma's problem...

    *twitchtwitch*

    On the plus side, he seems like a friendly, fun sort. And there are worse foundations for friendship than Norma's biscuits (or bacon)...
    sandmansister: (Toon - Nervous Sheepish)
    There's a new team that's taken up residence on our floor (and by "new" I mean "within the last 2 – 3 months"). They're fairly near where I sit, so there are new people to see in the break room and passing in the halls and such.

    So when I am sharing counter space with a very tall Gen-Y-ish gent (me making my Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea, him filling a Vat O' Agua) and he says, "So do you, like, REALLY like Norma's?" I just froze.

    He followed up with, "I see you there, like, EVERY WEEKEND."

    I sort of stammered a response. But when I pulled it together and said, "Sometimes, a girl just needs a bacon fix!" he wholeheartedly agreed, and reacted similarly to my "And best. biscuits. EVAR!" statement.

    Problem? What problem? I don't have a Norma's problem...

    *twitchtwitch*

    On the plus side, he seems like a friendly, fun sort. And there are worse foundations for friendship than Norma's biscuits (or bacon)...
    sandmansister: (Toon - Nervous Sheepish)
    There's a new team that's taken up residence on our floor (and by "new" I mean "within the last 2 – 3 months"). They're fairly near where I sit, so there are new people to see in the break room and passing in the halls and such.

    So when I am sharing counter space with a very tall Gen-Y-ish gent (me making my Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea, him filling a Vat O' Agua) and he says, "So do you, like, REALLY like Norma's?" I just froze.

    He followed up with, "I see you there, like, EVERY WEEKEND."

    I sort of stammered a response. But when I pulled it together and said, "Sometimes, a girl just needs a bacon fix!" he wholeheartedly agreed, and reacted similarly to my "And best. biscuits. EVAR!" statement.

    Problem? What problem? I don't have a Norma's problem...

    *twitchtwitch*

    On the plus side, he seems like a friendly, fun sort. And there are worse foundations for friendship than Norma's biscuits (or bacon)...

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