Job 33:28

Thursday, June 28, 2012

Occationally I get the idea that I want to learn French.  I have that feeling right now.  I'm in the modern languages lab at TCU and I started listening to the French lab homework and realized I could pick out about 75% of French one lesson one video.  So I started wondering when French classes were held, if I could take one, and how much it would cost. 

I often think (and say) that I don't want to learn anything new, but the truth is I like learning new things.  I know that's why I hardly ever repeat a knitting or crochet or sewing pattern.  Once I have conquered a pattern I feel accomplished and move on.  There are so many things I would like make again, but there are so many more things that I would like to make for the first time.

Maybe someday I will learn French . . .

Thursday, June 21, 2012

I'm interviewing for my job tomorrow.

Awkward!

I've had this job for 2 years.  I never interviewed, I got a call that said, "Hey you want this job?"  and I said, "Yes."

Because they are now opening up benefits, everyone has to reapply and interview for their jobs if they want to keep them.

I've got to go read The Great Gatsby.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Our offices at work are being renovated so we are temporarily being housed in one of the "smart buildings" on campus.  The rooms don't have key locks, but swipe cards locks.  I don't even need to use the swipe lock because the doors also have timed locks.  Today I was in my classroom and at 1:00 the doors automatically locks and all the computers (including the one I was using) shut down.

Drat!

Stupid smart building.
The other day I was in the store when a woman commented on how cute EJ was.  I said thanks.  She said, "Look at those cheeks!  I just want to bite them!"  I looked at her.  Then she said, "In a good way."

She wants to bite by baby in a good way  . . .

But really I knew what she meant.  I have a friend who said that when she had her babies she wanted to eat them, and some times she would nibble on their fingers and toes.  She was concerned about her desire to eat her young (especially as she's a vegetarian) so she talked to her therapist about it and she said it wasn't that uncommon.

Weird.

I've never wanted to eat my baby, but I have had to urge to lick her.  Ok I HAVE licked her, once . . . or twice or so.

It was less about deliciousness and more about grooming, I wanted to lick her like a mamma cat licks a kitten.

Odd.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

It's always like that!  As soon as you say something, you realize you have been mistaken.  I found the broom.  It wasn't the dogs, it was the tricksy elves who hid it behind the stove.  (Where I looked before I bought the new broom by the way.)

I can still blame it on baby brain. :0)

Monday, June 11, 2012

Someone stole my broom from in front of my front door.  I was washing the walk way in front of our apt, so I left the broom out to dry and it disappeared.  One friend suggested that the dog took it.  To be honest I would very much like to watch either one of our dogs take a broom.  Besides the fact that the broom probably weighs as much as one of them and is about 20 times longer than the other ones legs, our dogs are afraid of brooms.  They act like the were beaten with brooms in their early years.  I know for sure neither of them ever was.  Maybe they are remembering an earlier incarnation.  She said her dog love brooms and she has to lock her dog up when she sweeps because she is always trying to take it away from her.

I thought I had weird dogs.
Bacon, the gate way meat.

Thursday, June 07, 2012

O Fortuna Misheard Lyrics (Animated)



You have to watch at least until the octopus in boots going to North Korea.
Yesterday I got up to change and feed the baby.  I played with her, put her down for a nap and cleaned the kitchen washed the dishes and had breakfast. I put the laundry in the washer, checked my email,  facebook, pintrest, and played a game on the iPad.  The baby woke up for second breakfast, so I changed and fed her again, played for a while, and  put her down for second nap.  I put the clothes in the drier, folded the clothes that I took out of the drier, dyed some yarn with food coloring and vinager, and prepared the chicken and vegetables that I would cook for dinner.  Then I reoganized the freezer, found a frozen dinner, heated it up and ate it for lunch.  Then I realized it was only noon and wondered what I was going to do until the baby woke up for first lunch.  So I started to organize my bedroom, which for some reason is always the messiest place in the house.

Now I know what it would be like if I were a morning person. I would get so much done . . .
I dreamed last night that the dogs were in trouble for stealing food from the kitchen. 

I yelled at Louie, who looked appropriately guilty about it and went outside to yell at Buzz. 

Buzz was trying to avoid me, and for some reason my backyard had changed into a school yard.  He was running between the kids and trying to get out of the fence.  I was stalking him. 

When I found him he was a chubby little boy wearing a school uniform (which didn't phase me at all) and while I was still mad at him for stealing food, I was also mad at him for going on a field trip with out having me sign the permission slip. 
I said, "Why didn't you give me a permission slip for this field trip?
(He was just getting off the bus.)  He looked guilty. 
The teacher said, "I thought the permission slip looked like it had been signed by a 9 year old." 
Buzz/Boy said, "He promised me it would look authentic." 
The teacher told me she thought I had poor hand writing. Buzz/Boy appologized prettily,(in a British accent.)  Sort of like Piggy in Lord of the Flies . . .
The teacher said that was a very nice apology.  I agreed and said he was still in trouble when he got home.  The teacher was surprised and said, "but he already apologized!" 
I said, "He's still in trouble when he gets home!" 

Stupid boy/dog stealing my food and running off on field trips with forged permission slips. 

I bet Louie was the one who forged it for him!

Tuesday, June 05, 2012

8:52 and it's already been a hard day on my feet.  The screen door scraped my heal on the way out of the house, and I jammed my toes on the way into work.

I suppose it would make a difference if I wore real shoes instead of flip-flops.

Speaking of flip-flops,  I have diagnosed myself with "flip-flop disease."  (look it up, it's real!) Also known as planters factitious, more commonly known as fallen arch.

I attribute it, like my hurting knees and my hurting back to being overweight.  Oh- the trials and tribulations of being fat.

My first day of semi-diet didn't really go so well, but honestly this week is really more about getting rid of the not so great things in the house . . . which is why I had to eat those two egg rolls, but had nothing to do with the cookie.  I must withstand the cookies.  I did say no to the ice cream sandwich.

Monday, June 04, 2012

I'm going on a diet soon . . .  apologize in advance.
Do these glasses make me look smart or just more beautiful?


my little helper
I hope this is not telling of my housekeeping skills.   I made beans the other day, after I soaked them one fell in the drain.  It sprouted there.  What a silly thing for a bean to do in the sink, so I put in in one of my house plants, and now it's all leafy and green.  How fantastic! I wonder if I can grow beans next to my watermelons.

My dream is to grow watermelons . . . and pumpkins.  I grew a pumpkin plant once, but  it was an accident, and then the maintenance men pulled it up and aborted all my baby pumpkins.  They were going to be supper cute too.

What I need now is a hose.