Rain, rain, go away

How crappy is it that it's been pouring ALL WEEKEND, yet when we're at work the weather tends to be absolutely gorgeous? I had a lot of stuff I wanted to do outside, including plant our gingko trees and straighten the backyard patio, but that definitely isn't going to happen at this point. So instead I'm spending my time indoors blogging when I should really be scrubbing the house from top to bottom (it's pretty icky right now). I just feel tired and lazy. Maybe I'm feeling moody from the rain, I dunno. Well, the day is still young, so I think I'll wrap up surfing the 'net, order my camera (FINALLY), and get some housework done at some point today.

All wet

Pete and I just got done giving Adora and Spanky their flea baths, for the second time in a month. Seems like the drops aren't working very well, because they shouldn't have had a recurrence so soon. Nothing like being covered in dog hair and smelling like flea shampoo.

A real doozy, but...

Today I woke up with a horrible migraine, probably a level 8 on my personal migraine scale. And of course my pills were in my car, so I ended up taking two Excedrin, so now I'm really hyper. Which is kinda neat in its own sick way. If you can beat the nausea and exhaustion, and just have the revved up energy levels, things are kind of fun and trippy. I get very talkative and creative and my mind races in a million different directions. And I have a happy buzz for several hours while the Excedrin floods my system, so I listen to peppy songs, babble to anyone who'll listen about anything and everything, and I come up with a crapload of schemes and ideas. Right now I'm about 2 hours into the high, but I know I'll probably crash after lunch and become sour minded and quiet. So in the meantime I'll just sit back and enjoy the ride.

I'm back

Sorry about the looooong hiatus there. I've just been very busy, then very sick, then very uninspired, and then finally just very lazy. I find myself devoting much of my energy to reverie, and I feel bad that I've ignored The Bitchy Deli. But I'm back, and hoping to post daily, if not weekly.

Here's to more bitching!

Bon voyage

Well, I'm off to get married. I don't know whether I'll be able to blog in Hawaii, but I'll try. And I'll definitely try to post some pix. I'm sorry I have nothing now (we're STILL at home at almost 10 p.m.!).Have a great few weeks if I don't get online before then!

Wiped

I am feeling very tired today. I was up until almost midnight making favor tags for the wedding. They look nice though, I must say (thanks, Georgia!). I'm kind of feeling hazy and out of it, so I won't be having any award-wining posts today.

But I do have to say that I drove this morning (Pete slept) and I saved myself about 45 minutes of gripping the car door and closing my eyes, so today can't be all that bad!

Driving with Mario

Today was a repeat of yesterday's manic ride into work with Pete. He suggested I take a nap on the way in, which is why we're trying to switch off driving duties, but that was easier said than done. Every time I opened my eyes we were either doing 80 and three feet from someone's bumper, or swerving onto the shoulder, or slamming on the breaks at weird, random moments. And every time Pete would pass someone that was going rather slowly (which I admit was a huge problem today) he would dramatically turn his head and give the person a dirty, mean stare as we drove by. I tried to crawl under my seat, but I couldn't get my belt off. Then, when we got to his work, he asked me if I had a nice rest and why I looked so concerned. It's so ridiculous it's funny.

Well-meaning erratic driver

Pete offered to let me sleep today while he drove us to work. Let's just say I didn't sleep at all. I was able to close my eyes for a while, but every time I opened them I saw us either swerving onto the shoulder, almost missing our exits, or putt-putting behind a semi or garbage truck. He wanted me to play ABBA (and knowing Pete, it would be at eardrum-bleeding level) but I asked him not to, so we drove in silence. He didn't even want NPR, and said he can't sleep with the radio on, so how could I? That was a not-so-subtle hint to me for when I drive and I have the news radio station playing (at extremely low levels, mind you).

We managed to make it to McDonald's where the employees were moving like glaciers, and they forgot the cream in our coffee (something they proudly promote as a special feature) and my water bottle, which ended up being lukewarm. Anyhow, I made it to work in one piece, maybe not so well rested, but once again pleased by Pete's well-meaning intentions.

Neurotica

I hate being neurotic. Well, sometimes it's fun and I get wound up and worked up, which can be its own experience. But sometimes it's a pain and I am trapped in my own behavior. Like tonight. Pete and I went to get some ice cream, and I was practically doing a song and dance for him to ensure that he was enjoying himself (he was being a bit moody). He didn't seem to notice my unease, even though I said I was uneasy and worried that he wasn't happy, but that still didn't phase him. His mood improved after a while, but I almost felt exhausted from the effort. Sometimes I think I worry waaaaaaaay too much about what other people think and feel, and whether they're happy or not. When it gets to the point where I can't enjoy myself and I'm not in a good mood because of it, well, that's not healthy. It's something I should strive to control, but I'm not making very much progress. And if I worry about it, I'll start obsessing and being anxious, which is exactly what I'm trying to avoid. Sometimes it's exhausting being me.

Afternoon slumber

I hate having a wonderful burst of energy all morning long (despite a migraine) and then coming home, only to succumb to the sweet siren song of my cozy bed. I think I'm going to take a quick nap, which means I won't wake up for hours and hours, but I think I really need one, especially with this headache. I have lots of drawing to do, but I think I'll work better once I'm refreshed, although I'd like to get it done asap so I can get that out of the way (and get paid for it, too!).

Sweet dreams!

An almost-rant

I was fully prepared to start bitching about a laundry incident involving Pete this morning, but I changed my mind. See why here.

I should pay attention to what's important in life, although that can be easier said than done sometimes.

I love you, honey :)

To the creepy guy in shipping who likes to stare at all the ladies

Stop. It's creepy and gross, and I'm going to file a complaint one of these days. A look is one thing, but to openly stare and watch me walk around (and all the other female employees here) is disturbing at best. I even saw you staring at the lawn care guy and TURN AROUND as you walked past him to see what he was doing. That right there is weird, so you know you have a problem. I don't like feeling like a piece of meat when I'm trying to work. It's bad enough this job blows chunks and I have to grit my teeth just to get through each day (hell, each HOUR!). So how about you take your peek (or better yet, NOT), then turn away, and TRY not to make me want to punch you in the face. Just a thought.

Wedding jitters

I'm getting down to the wire here on the wedding stuff, and I find myself becoming a little ball of stress. Which is not good, because I'm starting to break out, have stomach aches (more so than usual, that is), and that sort of thing. I think the hardest thing is all these little details I have to remember all the time. I sorta wish I hired a wedding planner to help me. We have one through White Pines, but she's pretty much taking care of stuff on her end, and not all the piddly things that I gotta do. Well, not piddly, just numerous little tasks that, added together, make up the whole wedding experience. So I'm doing my best, but it's hard. I wonder why I haven't wasted away to nothing yet from my frazzled nerves? At least I'd fit into my dress then....

Smart Quiz

This morning I got blamed for "not believing" that Pete and I could win the Smart Quiz. This is a quiz that comes on at the same exact time every morning, but we have never tried to call in...until now. Pete knew the answer and wanted to try winning the prize, so I instantly grabbed my phone, dialed the Smart Quiz number (on speed dial, mind you), and handed him the phone. Of course Pete wasn't caller number 7, and I tried to explain to him that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of people trying to call in at the same time. No, it had to be because I didn't think we could do it, and I somehow cursed our attempt to win with my reluctant attitude.

This is from the same man who also told me it looks like I have a giant poop stain on the front of my shirt today. Pete was thoughtful enough to comment on it while we were at the gas station getting coffee, and the girl behind the counter thought he was hilarious (although she was pretty sympathetic to me, too). And it it was Pete's parting comment when I dropped him off at work just a half hour ago. What a sweet man.

Tummy trouble

Why is it when I try to be good and eat healthy, I get shafted in the end? I went to McDonald's today with Pete, and being a good girl, I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich, no mayo. But the minute I started eating it, my stomach began gurgling and snarling, trying to reject the food. This is the second time this has happened to me with this particular sandwich. I thought the first time was just a fluke, but now I know better. It's been over two and a half hours and my stomach is still bloated like I'm four months pregnant. Where's the frickin' chocolate bar or half-eaten bag of Dorito's? I'm going right for the bad stuff if I have to look like a puffer fish anyhow, no matter what I eat.

Procrastination makes things happen

I'd like to know when I'm going to actually get serious and get stuff done that I'm supposed to get done. I am the world's best procrastinator. Give me something important that needs to be done by a certain time, and I'll be sure to blow it off 'til the eleventh hour. But I do think I feed off that panicky energy, and it helps me in a creative way, but it certainly doesn't do much for my nerves, that's for sure. Here I sit, needing to get done LOTS of freelance work and house cleaning and grocery shopping, oh my, and what am I doing? Blogging, checking email, online shopping, organizing my photos, watching tv, etc. At least I can say I'm an excellent multi-tasker, eh?

Swollen foot

Yesterday morning I was getting some water in the lunchroom at work, and happened to look down at my feet. I almost did a double take when I saw how swollen my left foot was. The ankle was completely shrouded in bloated shapes, and even my calf was slightly enlarged. It started feeling more and more tender as the day went on, and the swelling seemed to increase as well. Since I don't remember hurting my foot, this happened to freak me out quite a bit. I always seem to get these weird afflictions, and I always worry I've got some rare, incurable disease or disorder. Then my mind starts running in a million directions, and I imagine things like being treated for a weird parasitic disease, or fainting during a meeting, etc.

My foot is still a bit tender and swollen today, so I'm going to guess that I stepped on it funny and this is the result. Very bizarre.

Pun-O-Rama

My dad is serious about his puns. No one can match his way with this groan-inducing wordplay. And God forbid that anyone else gets caught up in the madness, like Pete did last night at my parents' house.

We were all talking about wedding traditions from different cultures, and I mentioned the jumping of the broom ceremony in African American weddings. That suddenly sent off a frenzy of puns, each one worse than the previous one. Apparently Pete found this irresistable and joined right in. Pretty soon I was feeling nauseated from the constant verbal stream and had to sit down. But Pete and my dad thought it was hilarious and had a blast outdoing each other. I practically had to drag Pete away from the house to escape. You might say Pete was "swept away" by my inability to tolerate any more puns...har, har, har.

Decapitating ladders

Does anyone else have the same irrational fear of ladders on trucks and vans as I do? Every time I'm behind a vehicle with a ladder strapped to its roof, I imagine the ladder sliding off the roof, crashing through my windshield, and decapitating me. It's a strange paranoia I have, and I'm not sure how it developed, but it never fails to make my heart skip a beat when I see a ladder being carted around out on the roads.

The Reading Effect and The Late Effect

Ever try to read a book or magazine while you're sitting at a stoplight? I tend to have long commutes that are punctuated by many, many traffic signals. So, I like to bring magazines or books with me. When I get a red light I pull out my reading material and read for the minute or two (at least) that the light is red. But I noticed something funny. If you try to do this, you tend to hit all green lights. It's true! Yesterday I brought a book with me, and every time I tried to read it the light would either turn green or stay green as I moved toward the intersection. It's a guaranteed way to get home fast.

And the opposite seems to be true for when you're running late. I get every single red light possible, in addition to freight trains, broken down cars, accidents, stray dogs running in the road, anything you can imagine. It's a sure thing that I will be even later than I might normally be if I'm running late because I feel I'm being punished by the traffic gods.