|Things I'm grateful for
||[Dec. 18th, 2009|09:18 am]
Since I'm still wallowing in a world of suck here at work....this will be short. But I thought...as I'm sitting here trying to get rev'ed up about diving into data and figuring out why this report is WRONG...and trying to distract myself from the hamstring that is beating out a tattoo of pain whose chorus is "lay down, this chair hurts me. Stand up, this chair hurts me. Put down that pillow, it's not enough". |
Well, anyway, I thought I should focus on the GOOD to reboot myself.
Here at work, we get samples of...well, anything you'd find in a hotel -- from food to bedding to golf clubs to amenities. And while we donate a lot of the leftovers to charity, at the end of the year, they also have a drawing and give out a lot of the stuff to employees. I have actually only won a doorprize/raffle twice in my life. The first time was at a fashion show. I was maybe 11. I won a large yellow hat decorated with heinous flowers and bows. Then a vast sea of losing tickets until I won a doorprize at a greyhound event. A bag of goodies that included: a pair of tickets to a community theater production of a play I didn't like when it was done by professionals. Dog biscuits that my dogs wouldn't eat. And a homemade dog toy that Willow eviscerated before we got home. But yesterday at the big meeting/giveaway, I won a DVD player. Not that I really need a DVD player, well, compared to the things I do need, but the one I have annoys me, so maybe this one will work better. Although then I'll have a DVD player that works, but is annoying and I will feel guilty about throwing it out. Guilty about giving it to someone else...sigh.
Wait, look, I got all Eeyore. It's like default mode for me.
Hey, I won a DVD player! I NEVER win anything worth winning. How cool is that?
When I came downstairs this morning, I could smell the Christmas tree we put up last night. It is my favorite smell in the world and I wish I could justify having a cut tree in the house year-round.
Just as we're settling in to sleep, the Captain reaches his hand over and places it on my hip for a few seconds. That feeling rights my world, no matter what happened that day.
My father, the vegetarian, sent us Omaha Steaks as a surprise gift. A big sampler pack. Not only did it make dinner really easy and tasty last night, but the Captain also surprised me with a Fran's Coconut Gold Bar for dessert.
We built a shelter for Mamacat, since we've now come as close to domesticating her as is possible with an animal that won't let you touch her. (Which is shorthand for, we made her fat and lazy, and I worry that she's losing her ability to take care of herself in the wild, in terms of predators and shelter) And she loves it. And it comforts me to see that little face peeking out of the doorway.
I have a credit card that has a not insignificant balance -- piled up during the hard times, that I'm chipping away at, but not fast enough -- and since I keep f-ing up and forgetting to mail the damn payment (that actually is a metaphor for my whole life: I have the money. I wrote out the check as soon as the bill arrived. I put it in an envelope, stamped it. And then forgot to mail it and got a late fee) so I wanted to set up an automatic payment for the minimum, so that I can mail the amount above the minimum whenver my colander-like brain remembers, without getting dinged. And after that was done, the lady asked me "is there anything else we can do for you" and on a whim I said yeah, you can reduce the interest rate because it is just killing me and while I hate to put credit card debt against my mortgage, I'm beginning to think I should just do that and pay it off. (Which, by the way was a total bluff.) And she said "okay, let me see what I can do" and cut my interest in half. Eeyore wants to now moan about why I didn't do this sooner and...but Eeyore needs to find his happy place and shut the f up.
I don't have time for my friends right now, but they're here anyway. And honestly, I've never had this many friends in my life. And that's pretty cool.
And while the internet and blogs have made it possible for a lot of crap to float past more eyes than it deserves...it's also made it possible to read a lot of really good and fun stuff that I would never have otherwise known about. I don't even know this woman, but I'm pretty sure I'm having an affair with her: www.thebloggess.com
This is the entry where I first discovered her:
And it was James Garfield that launched our torrid, albeit one-sided emotional affair. I am so jealous that she has James Garfield, that I can barely stand it. http://thebloggess.com/?p=4847
Victor doesn't deserve her. I totally would have bought James Garfield for her. On the spot.
My mouth is hanging open with weird glee.
I adore you- WE adore you. You scare us sometimes, too, but still... we adore you. *sigh*
The hand-on-hip gesture is my favorite thing in the world.
Thanks for pointing us toward the Bloggess! I'm going to start saying "lamblasted" now.