clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2003-11-13 08:45 am
I'm starting to feel like Andy Rooney
I have all these little bits of information that are, really, only of interest to me. But I'll share them with my adoring public, I suppose:
I forgot to bring a sweater with me to work today. Dammit. Yesterday I was so cold I forgot to take off the sweater when I went home. I am paying for that now. Brrr. Bring on the hot tea. Again.
One of my non-LJ friends (yes I have them, really) referenced me on her blog site and added this comment: "See, by using one's "blog name" instead of one's real name, I'm showing that I'm part of the blogging community." I know she's just giving me a hard time (that's her job and she's very good at it), but I do sometimes feel silly for using a blog name. However, as I mentioned to her: "I thought about using my real name for LJ, but figured if my mom ever for some reason did a random search for my name on the web, she doesn't need to pull up a journal of mine where I talk about wanting to write porn and being attracted to other girls. Some things we do for the protection of others." That's why I don't use my real name in posts or comments. It seems so silly on the face of it, but...you know, it's my mom, dude.
I finally have a date to India Palace tomorrow for lunch. My joy knows no bounds!
My poor little first knitted scarf ever is 9 inches long as of this morning. And only one giant gaping dropped stitches hole so far.
I'd say we're about halfway through The Project That Shall Not Be Named. Three-quarters through the actual drywall serious construction bit. The rest will (I hope) be less detrimental to my cooking habits.
Last night I gave my first 30 minute massage in over a year. It felt really good. I should keep this up and see if I can go for a full hour again someday. Maybe then I'd feel ready to reconsider massage therapy school. But like sewing, I'm so hesitant to do bodywork for a living. I love doing it for friends. I don't know that I want to do it for money. Or is that fear speaking? Fear of not finding clients? Fear of not having a good insurance plan? I don't know. I take a lot of pride and get a lot of happiness out of what I call my "magic hands"...do I want to risk that joy by having to do it as a job?
And that's about it for this morning, I think.
I forgot to bring a sweater with me to work today. Dammit. Yesterday I was so cold I forgot to take off the sweater when I went home. I am paying for that now. Brrr. Bring on the hot tea. Again.
One of my non-LJ friends (yes I have them, really) referenced me on her blog site and added this comment: "See, by using one's "blog name" instead of one's real name, I'm showing that I'm part of the blogging community." I know she's just giving me a hard time (that's her job and she's very good at it), but I do sometimes feel silly for using a blog name. However, as I mentioned to her: "I thought about using my real name for LJ, but figured if my mom ever for some reason did a random search for my name on the web, she doesn't need to pull up a journal of mine where I talk about wanting to write porn and being attracted to other girls. Some things we do for the protection of others." That's why I don't use my real name in posts or comments. It seems so silly on the face of it, but...you know, it's my mom, dude.
I finally have a date to India Palace tomorrow for lunch. My joy knows no bounds!
My poor little first knitted scarf ever is 9 inches long as of this morning. And only one giant gaping dropped stitches hole so far.
I'd say we're about halfway through The Project That Shall Not Be Named. Three-quarters through the actual drywall serious construction bit. The rest will (I hope) be less detrimental to my cooking habits.
Last night I gave my first 30 minute massage in over a year. It felt really good. I should keep this up and see if I can go for a full hour again someday. Maybe then I'd feel ready to reconsider massage therapy school. But like sewing, I'm so hesitant to do bodywork for a living. I love doing it for friends. I don't know that I want to do it for money. Or is that fear speaking? Fear of not finding clients? Fear of not having a good insurance plan? I don't know. I take a lot of pride and get a lot of happiness out of what I call my "magic hands"...do I want to risk that joy by having to do it as a job?
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
And that's about it for this morning, I think.

no subject
D.
no subject
no subject
D.
no subject
If you need practice backs to work up your arm stregnth just let us know. We pretty much are down to quarterly backrubs because of finances.
no subject
I'll keep you in mind for future arm workouts. =)