| I've noticed that my entries of late have had several topics nested within them. Not one long rambling thought or story, but a bunch of little stuff divided by my signature ****'s. This is an appropriate representation of the way my brain has been working lately. Lighting on one topic/subject/task for as long as it takes to thrash it out, and then going on to the next. I'm in "list mode". I'm trying not to take it out on you too much. BUT! With that said... ******************** As soon as I lose 10 pounds I am *so* going clothes shopping. I haven't gone serious clothes shopping in ages. Calvin stated (paraphrased because I don't have a head for remembering conversations in detail) that I used to dress a lot better, when I felt better about myself. I guess I'm frumpy now. Well, shit. Gotta get on the ball, I guess! He's pretty much right, although dammit, it *is* bulky sweater weather! And since I don't own a coat (not a one, except my ski jacket) I have to dress in layers. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. ******************** Regarding that "conversations in detail" thing above, I think that's so weird about myself. Calvin (and a lot of other people I know) can recite entire conversations verbatim, word for word. With inflection and expressions and gestures mimicked exactly. With me, I forget (usually in heated conversations) what was said five minutes before. Or even thirty seconds before. Which is why Calvin wins most arguments. He'll get going and I'll think of a point, but won't get the chance to express it until some time later, and then forget what the point was. That's very frustrating, because usually it's such a *good* point. I would win, I know I would, if my ability to retain conversations in my memory were better. My memory suffers in no other area. I can remember every item on a grocery list even when the list isn't with me. I can remember to do tasks at work without having to write them down. I can remember facts and statements. But in relating "what was said", I can only summarize. Get the jist. Ask me for details or an extravagant retelling, and you will be disappointed. This is probably why I suck at telling jokes. ******************** Calvin will fly off to Chicago with a bunch of goodies tucked into his suitcase. It started with me tucking little handwritten notes of "I love you!" and "I miss you!" into his jeans pockets, or rolled up socks, or inside his shoes, as I was getting his stuff together for his trips. He'd discover them throughout the course of the week, and have a little something to smile about. It has now expanded to include cards, candy, gag gifts, and stuff to make his hotel room a little more homey. I love doing it, and I know Calvin enjoys having something to look forward to when he's away. We're both such big damned babies when he has to travel. We set up times to call each other. We both end up going to bed early so it all gets over with sooner. We fuss and whine about the impending trip for a good two weeks before, and then all the way throughout. He has this trip scheduled on Sunday, and another one in April. Hopefully that will be all for this year. ******************** I updated my links page. Again. I'm almost embarrassed to admit that I have (counting...) 29 journals bookmarked (yes, I added *two* since my last update). And that doesn't include webring sites and forums. This OLJ stuff has become a big part of my life. It crept in and set up camp while I wasn't paying attention. So. The stuff that I have linked are the sites that I read on a daily (or as updated) basis. The others that I have bookmarked are journals that I want to "get to know" when I have the time. I'm sure they'll be daily reads too. I blame it mostly on Viv, and her "Featured Reader" activities. Yeah. It's all her fault. ******************** So my day started off as being back-to-back meetings. Ops at 9:00. A wireless barcode reader demonstration at 10:00. Staff from 11:00-1:00. A floor walkthrough from 1:00-3:00. But when I got back to my desk at 1:00 I discovered that the floor walkthrough was rescheduled. So! Two hours of my life back. Whatever shall I do with them? Well, I should:
That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. ******************** I've taken to parking clear across campus and walking to my building, in order to get a little more enforced exercise in. It puts the truck, oh, probably 1/8 of a mile away. It sucks when I have to carry my laptop case, purse, and bills binder, but hey, let's throw in a little weight training while we're at it! So. Anyway. I walk in, and I go back out when it's time to get Marie. 1/4 mile. I walk back in, and I walk back out to go home. Another 1/4 of a mile. If I throw in an errand or going home at lunch to put a crocked dinner together (which happens probably about twice a week), that's another 1/4 mile. So potentially I could walk (digging up my *bright and shiney newly re-acquired math knowledge* of adding fractions!) 3/4 of a mile per day, just going back and forth to my truck. And that's on top of my regular workout! Whoo! ***WORD PROBLEM***If Laura walks 3/4 of a mile two days a week, and 1/2 of a mile three days a week, how far does Laura walk in a five day workweek?Solve and show your work. Simplify if possible: (3/4 x 2) + (1/2 x 3) =
Who says you never use math in real life? My teacher would be proud of me. I *am* a sarcastic thing, aren't I? Dragging myself back to the topic at hand, as you can see, walking a bit further to one's mode of transportation adds up. Heck, if I did that every day (more math!), I'd end up walking 156 miles in a year! Whoa. Buns of steel, here I come. I'm a machine, baby! A machine! ******************** Are you still with me? Hello? Um, yeah. Well. That's all for today. |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
I'd like to try my hand at doing a collab. Any recommended sites/journalers/topics? Anybody interested? Anybody willing to fill me in on how it all works?
Results From Yesterday's Mission I haven't gone to the store yet this week, but I did get this response from Jayne of Periphery: "Your mission to speak to people in the checkout queue amused me because it brought back memories of our US holidays. As Brits, it's in our nature to casually chat to people around us - more often than not when we're all bored standing in an exceptionally long queue. When we've been on hols in the States we've naturally carried on this easy-going way, but inevitably been met with blank responses and deep suspicion. It was only at the end of our first visit that I realised you folks are understandably very wary of anyone who seems friendly like this for no apparent reason. Proof again that although we think we are very similar to our friends across 'The Pond', culturally, in very subtle ways, we are very different. I admire your latest mission - it makes for a happier day all round when people chat briefly to one another like this. You never know...your quick social banter may even become infectious!" Thanks, Jayne! I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.
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