June 2010

Joy and sorrow are inseparable…together they come, and when one sits alone with you…remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.– Kahlil Gibran

1. I kicked Coffee’s ass in a hard-boiled egg peeling contest. YEAH!
2. WHMIS training went well. I won a pack of gum for drawing a bumblebee!
3. Earthquake!
4. Being asked to serve on a committee that only meets twice a year. I can do that. Yes I can.
5. Being asked to be a Peer Tutor for my program – though I think I’m going to decline due to time constraints.
6. Laughter.
7. Getting excited about September. I realize that’s a while away, still, but yay for 2nd year of school! (I realize that mid-October I’ll be weeping about how much work it is and how overwhelmed I am, but… yeah.)
8. Sparkly things!
9. Planning my birthday tattoos.
10. Chapstick, lipgloss and other smooshy things that keep my lips from getting chapped.

Fears…

I need a new planner.

Last year I bought myself a rather simple, straight-forward student planner at one of the regular office supply stores. I believe it was about $20 in total and it served my needs quite nicely.

It ends in July.

The simple answer would be to buy another student planner. Instead, I want to create something customized for myself. I found this option, of which I like some aspects, and I found this one that I quite like, too.

I have found several sites that will allow me to download various pages – calendar, “to do”, contact lists, etc. – but I would then need to put them into a binder or find a way to bind them myself. I feel rather “meh” about that. I want something awesome, and useful, and.. yeah. Pretty.

Any suggestions? Ideas? Things I should consider?

Ideally I’d like to spend the same, or less, than I would when buying a planner.

I’m serious. $10 if you can tell me what was going on – and yes, I do know the answer.

Imagine this, if you will:

You walk into a bathroom. It appears reasonably clean, having been scrubbed the previous day. There is no one else in the bathroom with you.

You note that the tub has the drain closed and there is approximately 3 inches of water in the bottom. There is nothing else in the tub – just water that appears to be clean.

On the left edge of the tub sits a cork hot mat – the kind you might put in the middle of your dining room table when serving a hot meal. It is dry. There is nothing on it or under it.

On the right edge of the tub is the remote control for the television. It is pointed at the furthest wall. There are no electronic devices in the bathroom.

What would you assume had taken place in this bathroom prior to your entry?

My mother once told me a story.

She had gone into a convenience store, sometime before I was born, and bought herself a package of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. My Dad waited in the car for her – I’m not sure if they were married, yet, or just dating – but she returned with the chocolate and offered him one of the cups. He declined.

Tearing open the package, my mother popped a whole cup into her mouth and chewed it slowly, then swallowed.

The second peanut butter cup, however, she bit in half – and found it full of tiny little worms swirling, alive, in the peanut butter filling.

Now. I do not recall what happens next in the story – such is the curse of dead parents – but throughout her life, my mother continued to eat peanut butter cups. She popped them into her mouth, happily, seemingly without care.

I, on the other hand, cannot eat one without first biting into it, in some way, and checking out the peanut butter filling.

In fact, if you see me eating a peanut butter cup, you can bet that I have already carefully considered the possibility of worms and have examined the cup very closely. It seems likely that I will do this for the rest of my life; I wasn’t even there for the incident.

Is anyone still interested in me writing about how RSS feeds work? And about Google Reader + those feeds, in particular?

Looking around the house today, I noted some simple repairs that need to be done – and then I immediately decided to leave everything “as is” until the kids move out. There’s no point in fixing it ’til then.