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I feel like I should start some sort of personal tradition on Wednesdays when I shuffle in my front door 11.5 hours after leaving it. Like pour myself a celebratory shot of something delicious, or eat a brownie or defiantly moon my neighbor (by which I probably mean ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aersi) or zerbert the cat or SOMETHING. Something that triumphantly announces that verily hath I journeyed up the steep side of The Hump, and its all whee and sledding and coasty slopes from here on out. But something I can do quickly and easily because man, I am TIRED when I come in the door.
I am trying SO HARD not to make any jokes about humping, you have no idea. This is especailly hard because someone reintroduced me to that Christoph Waltz youtube of him humping inanimate objects while parodying Trololololo.
I've been slowly rebuilding my website over the past few weeks in between beading attacks, and I think I may have come up with a neat way of handling the horrible, yet obligatory "About..." page. While I can natter on about my daily inanity until I'm blue in the face some days I actually despise writing or talking about myself unless given specific questions or some kind of direction. Coming up with something that describes me completely out of whole cloth? I'd rather eat a tureen full of lead paint chips and brussel sprouts. This is why I get nauseated writing cover letters, why i suck at first dates, and why all of my internet profiles have silly stuff on them or flat out state "I hate writing autobiographical blurbs." So in order to avoid doing that again I've been playing with pixels and letters and PHP and I think I've got something interesting working that I'm pleased with. Stay tuned, I may need y'all to help me with it at a later date.
Apparently we have another Nor'easter working its way up to us for the weekend. Hooray? :/ On one hand, I'm kind of over winter right now but on the other hand I kinda don't want to have to drag my butt out of bed on Sunday morning to go do bells. (I'm kinda bleeeegh on the song we're doing. It's not the Canon but still. Meh.) I'm sure there's something to be said about being a grown ass woman and still praying for snow days, but hey look, I'll take inclement weather as a welcome excuse to not do things sometimes. Course knowing both of our collective lucks, it'll blizzard and that's whenhtl_1126'll go into labor, lol. And believe you me, she will call my ass up and curse me out if snow impedes her getting to the hospital, because she will KNOW it's my fault.
Glad this particular kid plague is short-lived - I felt like utter stuffy death last night, but today I'm just a little sinusy around the edges and mostly okay. Thankfully I'm not dripping from the nose anymore, that stage is all kinds of eww.
I've got nothing else so here's a very small dog in a mailbin looking very put out with me for taking her picture instead of petting her.
aersi) or zerbert the cat or SOMETHING. Something that triumphantly announces that verily hath I journeyed up the steep side of The Hump, and its all whee and sledding and coasty slopes from here on out. But something I can do quickly and easily because man, I am TIRED when I come in the door.I am trying SO HARD not to make any jokes about humping, you have no idea. This is especailly hard because someone reintroduced me to that Christoph Waltz youtube of him humping inanimate objects while parodying Trololololo.
I've been slowly rebuilding my website over the past few weeks in between beading attacks, and I think I may have come up with a neat way of handling the horrible, yet obligatory "About..." page. While I can natter on about my daily inanity until I'm blue in the face some days I actually despise writing or talking about myself unless given specific questions or some kind of direction. Coming up with something that describes me completely out of whole cloth? I'd rather eat a tureen full of lead paint chips and brussel sprouts. This is why I get nauseated writing cover letters, why i suck at first dates, and why all of my internet profiles have silly stuff on them or flat out state "I hate writing autobiographical blurbs." So in order to avoid doing that again I've been playing with pixels and letters and PHP and I think I've got something interesting working that I'm pleased with. Stay tuned, I may need y'all to help me with it at a later date.
Apparently we have another Nor'easter working its way up to us for the weekend. Hooray? :/ On one hand, I'm kind of over winter right now but on the other hand I kinda don't want to have to drag my butt out of bed on Sunday morning to go do bells. (I'm kinda bleeeegh on the song we're doing. It's not the Canon but still. Meh.) I'm sure there's something to be said about being a grown ass woman and still praying for snow days, but hey look, I'll take inclement weather as a welcome excuse to not do things sometimes. Course knowing both of our collective lucks, it'll blizzard and that's when
htl_1126'll go into labor, lol. And believe you me, she will call my ass up and curse me out if snow impedes her getting to the hospital, because she will KNOW it's my fault.Glad this particular kid plague is short-lived - I felt like utter stuffy death last night, but today I'm just a little sinusy around the edges and mostly okay. Thankfully I'm not dripping from the nose anymore, that stage is all kinds of eww.
I've got nothing else so here's a very small dog in a mailbin looking very put out with me for taking her picture instead of petting her.
