For the last day of NaBloPoMo, I thought I’d do a sort of liveblogging thing- posting thoughts as they pop into my head. A lot of days in my head are like what I hope will take shape here- lots of little random tidbits that might make good posts but that I always feel are too short/small/insignificant to merit their own post and so remain largely unsaid… It’ll either be a fun look inside my head, or it’ll be dreadfully boring.
11:20 a.m.
- Beth over at so the fish said has put up an offer to exchange holiday cards. I’ve seen other bloggers do this over the years, and I think I even attempted it once but didn’t get any responses, but I’m gonna try again. If you’d like to exchange seasonal cards email me your address at judy at twitterpated dot org and I’ll send you mine. Stalkers need not apply, because you might end up being stalked by one of my insane housemates in return.
- I just spent a few minutes on myspace looking for people I went to highschool with after filling out one of those silly survey memes about 8th grade… I sent friend requests to a few people, including someone that I’m not entirely sure she’s who I think she is. That oughta be fun. I’m not a big myspacer, but I check it a few times a week and mostly use it to keep track of people i know/knew once upon a time…
- My socks keep falling down, and it’s really annoying
- I saw a friend this morning that I haven’t seen in about 5 years. We parked next to each other, and she saw through my back window that I have a carseat/booster in my car.
W: You have a carseat in your car?
Me: Uh huh
W: Do you have a baby? Last time I saw you there was no baby…
Me: No, it’s for Nathan. He’s 9 now but he’s only 54 pounds. I’ve actually had a carseat in my car for as long as I’ve known you.
W: Oh. I guess I never noticed. I’m glad I didn’t miss you having a baby.
Me: Well, I missed you being in medical school, so that might have made us even…
12:15 p.m.
Seriously. This sock thing is gonna make me insane.
12:25 p.m.
I just got another email for that recipe chain letter. I’ll do it, even though I never forward stuff, because what the heck, right? Everyone can use recipes, and if I don’t get any in return, is it the end of the world? No. Now I just have to decide what recipes to send. Lasagna? Pork chops with stuffing? Chicken with peanut sauce? I’m probably putting way more pressure on myself than necessary…
12:34 p.m.
Linky:
I am in love with this site. Every day (as far as I can tell) she posts three things that make her happy. It’s just such a great outlook. Also, I love this post, because it is so true. Both previous examples are also appropriate for Love Thursday (two links there), which it just so happens to be.
1:06 p.m.
What did people do before copy and paste? I swear it would take me so much longer to do everything I do if I didn’t have that function. I use it ALL. THE. TIME. And I use keyboard shortcuts which makes it even faster.
1:41 p.m.
Every once in a while I kick around the idea of going back to school and getting a degree. What I want to get it in varies, but I’ve been thinking for some time about becoming a CNA or a nurse. I’d make a lot less as a CNA though, and that’s a problem here because living where I do is so expensive. It’s a TOTAL departure from what I do now, and I know it’d be hard work, but it’d be something I could feel good about at the end of the day. What wild thing do you sometimes dream about doing?
2:00 p.m.
Why does it feel like Friday?
2:24 p.m.
I got some new black dress shoes while I was in Oregon. I think they’re designed to make people with sedentary jobs move around more. If I sit at my desk too long the left one starts hurting my foot, but the pain goes away if I stand up and walk around for a few minutes.
2:57 p.m.
When you’re wearing a v-neck and drip hot soup, you might burn the top of your breast slightly, but at least you don’t have to walk around with soup on your shirt for the rest of the day.
3:28 p.m.
This is probably the most dangerous thing I’ll post today, but someone just called and asked if the lawyer I work for is the same guy as the lawyer who was in the news last year when his wife was murdered. “No, he’s not…. No, I don’t know how to get ahold of him…. No, I won’t look it up for you…. Bye.” I swear, I really am a weirdo magnet…
3:34 p.m.
My shoe is telling me that it’s time to get up and walk around. And pull my mother%#@%ing socks up again. I’m throwing these socks away when I get home.
3:49 p.m.
Turns out standing up is not all I have to do in these shoes, I have to walk around. I’m currently just sitting at my desk with one shoe on. And the socks? They have fallen yet again.
5:00 p.m.
Man it was awfully busy here for the last hour of the business day. (I say business day because I’m here til 7 tonight making up some missed hours. I’ve got lots to keep me busy though, so hopefully it’ll go fast.
5:24 p.m.
I’m sure you’re all wholly sick of me talking about my damn sock, but holy hell! GAH!
5:37 p.m.
ZZZzzzz…… Oh wait, no. I still have an hour of work left…
6:20 p.m.
Technically I only have to be here for 10 more minutes, but in the grand tradition of my life, I’ll be staying til I get what I’m currently working on finished. I thought I’d have it done already but it proved to be more complex than normal.
7:06 p.m.
Done and I’m goin home. Maybe there will pictures to accompany the rest of the night’s additions…
7:47 p.m.
My new shoes and the damn sock, which is now in the garbage:

8:14 p.m.
I’m hiding in my room watching RENT. I should make some dinner… I just had the following exchange with my friend David:
Judy: okay, so I’m totally straight, but Rosario Dawson is HOTT in the strip club scene in RENT
David: Heck I’m totally gay and I agree. LOL
8:47 p.m.
Made dinner. The picture doesn’t look very appetizing but it was good. Believe it or not that’s only 4 oz of beef, along with a whole wheat pita (put it in the toaster it makes nice crisp pita chips), half a cup of hummus with jalapeño and artichoke, and a cup of sliced dill pickle and garlic stuffed green olives. Yum. And I’ve got some of the hummus mixture in the fridge for later.

9:15 p.m.
Running to the store for cat food…
9:47 p.m.
Home from the store and just finished taking out the garbage and the recycling. We have a month’s worth of recycling because it only gets picked up every other week and the guys forgot to put it out last time. I should figure out what I’m wearing to work and then to opening night tomorrow…
10:27 p.m.
Have I mentioned I love the most recent version of Firefox? It has a spellchecker that underlines misspelled words in red, just like Word does. I love it, and I must say I think it has cut down on my typos actually getting published…
11:02
Time for this run of fun to end… It’s bedtime. And so I have emerged on the other side of NaBloPoMo. I made it by the skin of my teeth a few times, but I did it. And now I’m gonna sleep. G’nite.

There is something about being bone-crushingly tired that is unlike anything else. It makes you forget things, it makes your favorite TV shows unappealing, it makes food tasteless and it makes things you were supposed to do not get done. I don’t know why I’m this tired right now. Monday I could explain it as tensely sitting in a car while driving on ice for hours, then just sitting in a car for a few more hours is tiring. Tuesday I could explain it as residual stress from the trip. But I’ve been going to bed early and sleeping fairly well, so what gives? I shouldn’t be this tired tonight.
Things that have not gotten done due to overwhelming fatigue:
Laundry
Unpacking
Embroidery project
Blog entries that actually say something (though this one sort of does)
Sending several emails that need sending
Catching up on shows before my tivo deletes them to make room
Bleh. Maybe this weekend…

Is it not enough that I work my ass off, you have to give me shit for every little thing? Well you can fuck off.
(Sorry. I’m in a horrible mood tonight. You’d think I’d be in a good mood because I got some good news today, but I’m not. I’m pissy and bitchy and irritated and bitter. And no, I’m not PMSing, thank you very much. I’m in a mood thought where I should not be blogging, but NaBloPoMo says I must so I am. Here. Enjoy. I’m going to sleep.)

I’ve been in a car pretty much all day. Driving in ice sucks (thankfully I was not behind the wheel). My brain is pretty much fried, and so I’m going to bed. I go back to work in the morning, but I’ll post some stories about the weekend soon.
While I’m glad I decided to do NaBloPoMo because it has gotten me back in the habit of posting, I’ll be glad when it’s over…

My sister and I went shopping today… Hooray for no sales tax! I picked up a few Christmas gifts, and a birthday gift for my brother in law. I also got a few things for myself. I’d like to have more of a chance to shop without sales tax, but I am so ready to go home…

that I might have been a little bit of a drama queen in last nights post. I was exhausted and hungry and more than a little bit overwhelmed with the events of the day and was rushing to get a post up. Yes, I really did post that at 11:59. Well, it published at about 12:10am, but I hit save at 11:59 to make sure I got the timestamp. We had a grand time out in the woods but there was an ER run afterwards that was scary. Out of respect for that person’s privacy that’s all I’m going to say- it was just a long long day. And now I’m off to veg and attempt to find the Sharks game in Oregon TV listings…

I had a post composed in my head earlier. We (my sister, brother in law, Keegan and I) were doing a fun activity and I planned out what I was going to say about it here. But then things changed and became not fun, and since I’m not sure yet how much of that I can share here, I’ll just say that while it was still fun there were chainsaws, and a snowball fight, and log throwing, and I used a machete. Then it got COLD and my pants froze to the ground and anytime I tried to walk anywhere I fell because the snow had turned icy and Uggs have no traction. That was the fun part.
P.S. No one got hurt from any of the above- that’s not the not-fun stuff. I’ll post the not-fun stuff later if I can. I’m really only posting this much because of NaBloPoMo.

Welcome to family dysfunction. (as an aside, I almost just asked my sister who can barely spell her own name how to spell dysfunction) My family loves each other and all that but we’re all so different that we have a hard time getting along. Mainly I think a lot of it is that my dad has trouble dealing with the fact that he raised stubborn and strong willed daughters. I’m glad to be here though, I don’t see my sister and brother in law often enough since they moved up here.
It’s apparently a sad day too, as my brother in law’s grandmother (got that?) passed away on sunday, and today would have been her birthday, so we’re trying to keep the bickering down for his sake. We’ll see how well that goes…

Keegan and I arrived safe and sound today at my sister’s. Getting here was an adventure. Most of it was the good kind of adventure, with laughter and hard snowfall and snarking about people at breakfast. But our hotel last night was a bit of an ordeal.
It pretty much started when we got into our beds and were settling in.
Keegan: Did you fart?
Me: No.
K: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, I’m sure. I don’t smell anything (as soon as those words left my mouth I smelled it. It smelled like something had died) Ewww. I think it’s coming from my bed!
It smelled like someone had farted and then made the bed relly fast, like a present for the next person to sleep in that bed. We laughed our butts off until long after the smell dissipated.
When I finally rolled over to go to sleep, I found my face off the pillow I had brought from home and sort of in the crack between the two hotel pillows. It smelled rather strongly of liquid dish soap. It was very odd. Keegan was all “Just keep your head on your own pillow, you’ll be fine. Dish soap and dirty farts…”
“Dude. Remind me of that in the morning, that is so going to be the title of my blog post tomorrow.”

One of the biggest fights Keegan and I have ever been in involved a long car trip and control of the car stereo. We have pretty vastly differing taste in music, and it can get ugly. Also, I’m a singing along kind of person, and that drives him crazy. Given that we’re going to be spending 20ish hours in the car together over the long weekend, we’ve pretty much come up with a “one hour of your music, then one hour of mine” agreement, with the other person having veto power if there’s something we absolutely hate. And I’ll try to keep my singing along under control, but there will still be some. I just can’t not.