A few things;
Sick sick sick sick. Sore throat, sinus pressure, yucky grumpy miserable bleck.
Nuther thing;
Been hard at work on my new website and I am super-dee-duper proud of my accomplishments so far. I believe you would be impressed. I'm using a fancy and exciting free flash website builder and I am getting the hang of it! I almost want to show you all now, but I will wait until it is ready to publish, which I'm hoping will be sooooooooooon!
Like, this weekend soon?? Maybe! I think I want to go ahead and publish it before it is all the way done because I already love it so much more than my old digication site. I can always tweak it and add to it as necessary, but I want to start putting BethReardon.com on my resume and shit! How tech Savvy! How impressivesly progressive! This educator knows a thing or two abouts the interwebz~ we need teachers who know how to surf the nets!
Aaron is suitably impressed, btw, which feels good. He had never even hear dof this web building site, and as he watches me stumble along with eye-brow-rainingly decent results, he is thinking maybe this will be the site he uses to build the STAGE Camp website! Provided Patrick lets him build it instead of outsourcing it.
Ugh, though. I completely don't want to go to work. I am a sick puppie. lol. Bet you didn't think the word puppy could get any cuter, nd there it goes! A visual awwwwwwwwww!
One more nuther thing;
Eric, the BIL, is moving back to Florida, like, nextfuckingweek.
Yeah.
So know what that means? It means the entire agonizing time he was up here ruining my life, stressing my marriage and sanity to the breaking point? It means it was all for fucking nothing. One big fat waste of fucking time. awesome, right? Like, I realize I should just be relieved that he's out (though he isn't really gone yet--my loft bedroom is still uber gross with all his shit, and um, wouldn't you at least wash the fucking sheets if you had stayed at someone's place for months? nope. I guess I'll just have to do that. If I weren't beyond poor I'd prolly just throw those fucking sheets out!), I realize I should be doing a hitch-kick that I won't have to be awkwardly quasi-0friendly to him at family functions anymore, but really?
This latest move just makes me all the more pissed off. I wish I could turn back the clock and say "no" to his needing a place to stay. What doesn't kill us does not always make us stronger. Turns out my mother was wrong about alot of those little idioms and homespun wisdom. I'm not convinced any of the pennies I've spotted and subsequently retrieved from the ground have ever brought me any especially positive luck either. And she taught me several wron state capitals, too, and it is very difficult to un=learn trivia like state capitals.
I love her though. And I hate Eric. And I harbor resentment toward alot of folks right now. Aaron says this is a waste of energy, and in theory i agree~~~ but somethimes, i think, when you're feeling powerless, doesn't it feel good to hold a grudge and growl and gnash your teeth and stew in vitriol? Just a little bit? Maybe that's just the Irish in me?
Sick sick sick sick. Sore throat, sinus pressure, yucky grumpy miserable bleck.
Nuther thing;
Been hard at work on my new website and I am super-dee-duper proud of my accomplishments so far. I believe you would be impressed. I'm using a fancy and exciting free flash website builder and I am getting the hang of it! I almost want to show you all now, but I will wait until it is ready to publish, which I'm hoping will be sooooooooooon!
Like, this weekend soon?? Maybe! I think I want to go ahead and publish it before it is all the way done because I already love it so much more than my old digication site. I can always tweak it and add to it as necessary, but I want to start putting BethReardon.com on my resume and shit! How tech Savvy! How impressivesly progressive! This educator knows a thing or two abouts the interwebz~ we need teachers who know how to surf the nets!
Aaron is suitably impressed, btw, which feels good. He had never even hear dof this web building site, and as he watches me stumble along with eye-brow-rainingly decent results, he is thinking maybe this will be the site he uses to build the STAGE Camp website! Provided Patrick lets him build it instead of outsourcing it.
Ugh, though. I completely don't want to go to work. I am a sick puppie. lol. Bet you didn't think the word puppy could get any cuter, nd there it goes! A visual awwwwwwwwww!
One more nuther thing;
Eric, the BIL, is moving back to Florida, like, nextfuckingweek.
Yeah.
So know what that means? It means the entire agonizing time he was up here ruining my life, stressing my marriage and sanity to the breaking point? It means it was all for fucking nothing. One big fat waste of fucking time. awesome, right? Like, I realize I should just be relieved that he's out (though he isn't really gone yet--my loft bedroom is still uber gross with all his shit, and um, wouldn't you at least wash the fucking sheets if you had stayed at someone's place for months? nope. I guess I'll just have to do that. If I weren't beyond poor I'd prolly just throw those fucking sheets out!), I realize I should be doing a hitch-kick that I won't have to be awkwardly quasi-0friendly to him at family functions anymore, but really?
This latest move just makes me all the more pissed off. I wish I could turn back the clock and say "no" to his needing a place to stay. What doesn't kill us does not always make us stronger. Turns out my mother was wrong about alot of those little idioms and homespun wisdom. I'm not convinced any of the pennies I've spotted and subsequently retrieved from the ground have ever brought me any especially positive luck either. And she taught me several wron state capitals, too, and it is very difficult to un=learn trivia like state capitals.
I love her though. And I hate Eric. And I harbor resentment toward alot of folks right now. Aaron says this is a waste of energy, and in theory i agree~~~ but somethimes, i think, when you're feeling powerless, doesn't it feel good to hold a grudge and growl and gnash your teeth and stew in vitriol? Just a little bit? Maybe that's just the Irish in me?
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