caerula's Diaryland Diary

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i get nervous when things go well

Ugh. Is there any ickier phrase in the English language than "freezing drizzle?" I think not. Okay, maybe "do you know why I pulled you over?" But that's it.

Gross, disgusting weather. I spent 15 minutes scraping off my car at 7:15 this morning and I STILL couldn't see out of the back window. And there was a clump of ice on my windshield wiper that dragged a curve of slush right across my field of vision every time I turned the wipers on. And it was slushy and slippery and people drive like idiots. I hate winter.

And I had to go to PT this morning, where Leah transformed from an angel of mercy to Mistress of the Dark Side. Exercises to strengthen my knees. Blahsuck. Several of these involve holding a rubber ball between my knees, contorting into various standing, sitting, and lying down positions, and squeezing the ball. Not fun. And she "taped" my knees to pull the kneecaps into the correct place and make my knees more stable. Sure, now that my knees are duct taped together I'm much more stable. What? You want me to bend them? I don't think so! And at the end, instead of the nice soothing heat pack, I got ice. Because there wasn't enough outside, apparently.

By the time I left PT to come to work the drizzle had turned into actual snow and the roads weren't nearly as bad, but apparently it's supposed to snow all day and then freeze tonight. YMB was bouncing off the walls this morning when he heard the weather report: "Snow day tomorrow! No school tomorrow!" I told him not to count his chickens. He said "huh?"

Listed about 30 books for sale on Amazon and Half.com on Monday, and two sold yesterday, which was encouraging. Anything at all I make will be pure profit, even accounting for shipping costs. Cool.

This is too funny. What kind of freaky search string is "people who fling rubber bands?" Is it some kind of fetish? I don't want to know. But it does appropriately finish out my recent string of google hit which included "first gyn exam," "bachelorette naked party," "oompa loompa porn," and "penis cake."

Logged on a couple of times last night and missed Natalieeeeeee by minutes each time. Sorry, chick.

Spent a ridiculous amount of money on embroidery floss yesterday; my new charts that I finally got on Friday call for Weeks Dye Works and The Gentle Art over-dyed floss. It's gorgeous stuff, because they have the slight color variations you don't get with DMC, but I'm used to buying DMC thread at 33 cents a skein, not the pricey stuff at $2 each. Oh well. They will be beautiful when finished, and they have nifty names like Avocado and Cherry Bark and Raspberry Parfait, like they're straight out a J.Crew catalog or something.

Again, a really really boring entry. I don't know what's going on with me. It's scary � usually things get boring right before something really big and awful happens. But things are going well. The checkbook is balanced, my books are selling, work is fine, no major trouble at school for YMB, and maybe a snow day tomorrow. Huh. Knock on wood.

10:46 a.m. - January 30, 2002

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