Fun times

Instead of getting our work done, we had a family day on Saturday.






Kelsey had her first soccer game. She was delighted and a little scared.







After soccer, we went to Ski-Hi, a local apple orchard. We bought some apples, some carmel apples, some cheese curds. We had a good time just hanging together.










They have a sense of humor at Ski-Hi. A bench next to a sign reminding you to put out your cigarettes.




A crate of nasty apples that they used to sell as deer apples, but that's illegal now, so who else would you feed but your horse?

Sheepish

It has come to my attention that my daughter reads my blog...previous entry edited.

I'm better today.

I don't want people coming to the conclusion that I'm always bitchy. I'm not. And I'm not stressed out over my job. I really enjoy my job. Certainly I wish people did their work on time, but that's something I'll have to deal with forever.

Anyway, anyway--I'm better today.

If you were gay that'd be OK, I mean, cuz, hey-I like you anyway...

I hate it when books or TV shows are inconsistent. I hate it when they change the core of a character or rewrite history. It's flocking annoying and totally cheap.

So, I'm supposed to be making dinner. Flock that, too. None of us look like we've missed too many meals.

My second paper came out on time today. Wow. Two in a row. My advisor says it's a record. It's not a great paper. The design diva made a crap page, and we didn't have time to change it. I didn't write my news article until the day before it went in the paper. I didn't even give it to an editor. I am the editor. Besides, they would have made me change something because it was crap, and I didn't have time to change it.

I'm in a foul mood. Oh, well. I'll go listen to Avenue Q's "It Sucks to Be Me."

So much for Wednesdays

I just have to deal with the fact that I am irregular person. In so many ways, but not in the way that requires high-fiber cereals, thank you very much.

So, it's Thursday already, not Wednesday. I didn't update my precious blog on Wednesday. Flog me.

I broke my cell phone yesterday. I was trying to reach my keys and balance my backpack and my phone with a couple of fingers. It didn't work. The phone fell on the blacktop and made a terrible noise and spewed itself all over the ground. I tried to put the battery back in and turn it on. Very funny.

Fortunately, because I am such an irregular person, I had a spare phone in my dresser at home. So I had a new phone working in no time.

I am avoiding writing an article. I've done an excellent job of procrastinating. I piss around doing everything – anything – but write the bastard thing. I just don't know what I'm doing and I can't get started.

Ah, well. I better try again. I can procrastinate later.

It's not even Wednesday

Does anyone else smell onions frying?

I stopped taking my medication (One of them, anyway - ha!) about a week ago. It's a nasal steroid. When I don't take it, I can smell things. When I do take it, I can't. Out of laziness, I didn't take it for a couple of nights, then I deliberately didn't take it. I felt like shit for a while, but then I felt better again. And I can smell again, which isn't always a good thing.

Do you know how good food tastes? Wow. I've been delighting in everything that's been going into my mouth. (Don't even touch that one.)