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( Mar. 8th, 2010 04:59 pm)
It's somewhere over a bazillion degrees in my office right now which is sapping the life out of my will to work. Furthermore, I want to be at home working on the Irish folk-songs that the Rat and I are planning to sing for the Bit's school in a few weeks, and I want to look up my notes on I, Robot and post them for Book Club discussion. Since none of these things are really feasible right this second, I'm meandering in my journal.

We went hiking this weekend with the kiddo, and for all that she talked non-stop, it was a lovely walk. This weekend was gorgeous, and I demand more weather like that. Spring can't get here fast enough at this point. It's on the way though! There are flowers coming up in my yard, and I can see the start of buds cracking on some of the trees. Spring spring spring!

There's not much else to report. Thoughts on I, Robot coming soon though!
Got up on Saturday morning, got everyone else up. Dropped car off at shop. Went to Toys R Us. Bought presents for kiddos. Went to Jen's party. Watched very cute, very active children run around for 3 hours while hyped up on sugar and hot dogs. Put D in car; let her pass out. Picked up car from shop. Picked up weapons from home. Went to fighter practice. Did fighter practice; got soaked; went out to dinner. Came home. Passed out. Got up on Sunday, went to Renaissance Festival. Walked around a lot. Showed off really cute kiddo to entire cast. Entire cast clearly bored as the rain and general economy was keeping everyone away. Ran around more at Renn Fest. Saw horses. Fed kiddo ice cream. Kiddo refused to go home. Pried kiddo away from Ren fest; threw her in the car. Came home. Ordered pizza. Passed out.

Expanded Ramblings. )
Luckily the feeling is mutual )

Gender Roles and Coworkers. )

Cute Bragging about the Smart Kiddo Story )

Oh! And it's always a good day when you can use the phrase, "So, he was the Ron Jeremy of the canine world?" in context.
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( Jan. 2nd, 2007 09:12 am)
Work? Huh? Oh, right. It's this place where I go and do stuff so that I can get paid. It's all coming back to me now.

Surprisingly, waking up this morning wasn't all that painful. It helped that tLD decided to sleep the entire night through, waking up briefly at 6:40ish or so and then going back to sleep until after I was out of the shower -- sometime around 7:20. Even traffic wasn't bad coming in this morning.

New Year's Eve and Day were both delightful. I spent NYE geeking with the rest of Team Darkling and appreciating a brief lack of small child. The same lack of small child meant that I got to sleep in on New Year's Day until sometime slightly after 10:00. Amazing.

We spent the rest of the day with friends and good company. We got to exchange presents, eat the traditional New Year's Foods (black eyed peas, cabbage, grapes, doughnuts) and relax for one evening more before returning to work.

Right. Work. I should go look into that now.
So, there was a weekend, and the weekend was good. We started early on Thursday with a visit from [ profile] forestblend and [ profile] smiths_hammer for Thai and chatter. In an amazing miracle, we managed to get the Bit asleep at a reasonable hour and thus even got in some baby-free conversation time. I will say that it's an odd position, being a parent with a number of non-parent friends; I worry that I talk too much about the Bit sometimes. It's tricky to strike the right balance between entertaining children stories and boring your friends to death. I think I manage this, and I'm fairly confident that our friends would tell us to shut the hell up already, but it remains a nagging worry in the back of my head.

Friday was? Nothing much as far as I can remember. Saturday, I woke up in a mood to Clean The House before the blizzard of evening parties. [ profile] touchstone mowed the lawn while I cleared out some of the flower beds, and we did general mild yardwork for the afternoon. My mom dropped off our Tree in the afternoon, leaving us just enough time to get it up and watered before it was time to get ready for the office party. For an office Holiday Party, it was remarkably good. It still left me feeling somewhat tired and anti-social, so it was up to [ profile] touchstone to talk me into heading off to the Friend's Party. We wound up having a fantastic time, so I'm glad that he did. Lots of fun, many friends, and a level of comfort with those friends that's just really amazing to me.

Things were a touch off though; there's a nagging lack as [ profile] outlawcoon and [ profile] sulleniguana are still out of town. I wish there were more that I could do in that regard, but alas.

Sunday was House Decoration Day. After we got up and got the Bit back from my mother, we decorated the yard and lazed about. There are still a few things that we want to do -- a big bow for the front door and some garlands -- but all of the bushes are now sporting lights. the Bit was a bit fussy during the early evening, so we took her on a tour of the neighborhood to look at all the lights. She was delighted, and cheered up enough that we were able to get the lights and the cranberry strings onto our tree. We'll finish decorating it tonight and get the SullenCoon tree up as well.

Good weekend. Alas, it left me feeling vaguely fuzzled this morning -- like I'd had a vacation of a sorts. That's good, but it made coming back to work hard.

Bit Tricks )
The week continues its slow and painful clawing upward from Monday. I think I'm finally over my sensory overload in general although my reserves are fairly low. I drove into work this morning in utter, blissful silence.

(Aside: I do not understand people who find driving in decent conditions to be stressful. Driving in non-rush hour, non-bad weather is remarkably meditative for me. Driving fast is even better.)

Several conversations that I've had over the past few days have helped unknot my stomach at least a little. Work stress is easing up. I managed to get some stuff accomplished yesterday. It will get better. It will.

At least I like my clothes.
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( Sep. 7th, 2006 10:11 am)
Chatter behind the cut )
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( Aug. 15th, 2006 01:07 pm)
My office desk was depressingly mundane for the longest time, but no longer! I have added a bamboo plant (in a nice pot), a scented candle (vanilla grapefruit), my stealth altar (really just a collection of pretty rocks and a slender wooden stick) and Gothbat.

Much much better.
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( Jun. 23rd, 2006 09:15 am)
Two of the admin staff at my office reached their tolerance level this morning with the company fridge and went after all of the expired bottles and, um, forgotten lunches. I can only assume that some of the lunches had been left by departing employees as a sort of biological warfare experiment. The phrase "liquified sandwich" was used at one point. The "banana" that I saw was possibly once a real fruit, but through the mysterious alchemy of the fridge, it had turned into some sort of petrified, shrunken-head version of its original self.

On the up side, there is now much more room for storing our (hopefully non-vile) lunches.
The Bit
We seem to be making some progress towards getting tLD to sleep through the night. It's a slow, halting sort of stumbling, but last night she didn't stir from the time that she went down until around 2:00 in the morning. For us, that's a major step forward.

She's also figured out that there is a bedtime routine. (We read her a book, she gets a bath, we say good night, she gets a snack, and then she gets rocked for a bit.) A few nights ago, she crawled into her room about a minute before we were going to start the routine and began picking up books and holding them up to us. When [ profile] touchstone went into the nursery and sat down in the rocking chair, she crawled over to him with the book and this expectant expression on her face.

A Deeper Season
[ profile] jadelennox recommended A Deeper Season to me. It's a novel length, slash set in the Vorkosigan universe. I'm still not certain. The writing is excellent; the characters are near to perfect; it reads like a Bujold Vorkosigan story. And yet. It's /, and I find that I'm having a fundamental issue breaking through that. I think it's because I'm so very fond of the Miles/Ekaterina pairing that I'm not interested in exploring Miles/* in any way. Still, it's so damned good that I keep reading. We'll see how it goes past chapter 3.

On the Benefits of Age
Speaking with my younger (by 5-8 years) coworkers yesterday morning, I pointed out one of the great benefits of aging -- wisdom. One was mentioning this truely god-awful website (in which one gets to rate pictures of shit; no really, I kid thee not) and how utterly disgusting it was. I pointed out that at some point in my life I would have felt compelled to go look. Now, however, I am older and wiser. I realize that there are a finite number of things that I will get to see in this world, and I can choose to not view certain things. And that will be okay.

I'm facinated to see what insights I gather after turning 40.
Check back tomorrow to see if the wit has improved.

Just a quick update, nothing special to report. Got the house straight last night after a lovely and happy dinner at Casa D. Put the Bit to bed, read, went to sleep. Exciting, isn't it?

I make vague grumbling noises at work, but can not actually explain why under the terms of the security levels surrounding our project. In theory, I don't think I should even be saying that I grumble, but as the grumbling may or may not be related to the project that contains the security level, I should be safe. Of course, if it weren't related to the project, I could just tell you about it. Or could I?

Strange dreams last night involving a woman who was a combination of [ profile] lyzosy and [ profile] goblinkatie in a car. That's about all I remember, alas.

Hokay. Back to work.


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