blargh

people who work in your yard before 9am ought to be shot

lord I'm tired

saw my brother off (yes, I drove him to the airport) this morning, at the ass crack of dawn.

Dad is doing really well. He's going to have one heck of a scar, and he tires easily, but he's doing great. Everyone seems kind of surprised, but I always remind the nurses that he didn't have a heart attack, they found his blockage through routine screenings. They ended up doing a quad bypass, not a triple, but he's still recovering nicely. The big thing seems to be his sugars, which have dropped like a hot rock, so he's backing off the diabetes meds for now, until he's eating more.

Me? Well, I'm very hormonal, which means I'm paranoid, whiny, and slow. I had my little breakdown last night while I was supposed to be sleeping, though, and today decided that there's no sense in bitching about all of my shit. It just annoys me and other folks.

My brother was very good with dad, and despite how I bitch, it was good to have him.

I did stop at the big W world for some retail therapy on the way home, and got an ugly pair of shoes that are insanely comfy, a new frying pan and a new electric kettle. This makes me happy, though I might have to go to the Cato later and get cute, cheap clothes

more about Disney

Those of you who know me well know I have terrible vertigo/motion sickness problems. So it was with great trepidation that I approached a theme park, even if by modern standards the rides are baby steps.

I did really well until Space Mountain. Space Mountain, y'all. Oh, the Matterhorn made me make great ughnnonono noises. Splash Mountain made us very wet, as they put me, S and L in the front of the log boat, and man, we made a big splash. Huge. Gravity loves us. we had to buy new clothes.

So, space mountain. Sick. Sicky sick queasy omg sick. The only response was to close my eyes and pray I wasn't going to hurl, while listening to everyone else go ooooh

Grins. Still, I rode every ride that S and L did, and I lived.

The carousel was still my speed ;)

dragging ass

and I have a ton of work to do

ALA went well, Disney was fab, and Tory T has the cutest pitbulls ever, and is very sweet when you fall down and shake her whole house because you're a gigantic dork

bruises for all!

I'll write more about my harrowing Disney fun when I have time

hugs!

L

off to ALA

at the butt crack of dawn tomorrow

Apple fritters make me 10 years old again, going to Food World, where there was a kid's discount card. We would get free cookies, and dad would get an apple fritter the size of his head. Mom's think was always chocolate covered doughnuts or cake ones.

I'm getting tired. Need a break.

ALA ought to be exhausting but cool

lalala

mash up

Some days, I think I ought to just go back to bed and hide from the world.

Some days it's hard to believe my eyes when I read stuff on the web

I know it shouldn't surprise me that people do what they do, and I also know that some major disappointments are the product of my own expectations of other people's behavior, which are destined to be a let down, but that makes it no easier to see what I perceive as a slight or an insult or just plain meanness

I'm trying to think of the good in a day where I've been up for less than 3 hours and had nothing, not one thing go right.

Okay, so maybe one thing. I have Miss Basset Hound Texas 2008 (no, not a real title) sleeping at my feet, letting me know she wants to be near me, that she loves me for more than just dog biscuits, and that I make her feel safe.

On a day where the nicest thing I can say about people is, well, at least they haven't poked me in the eye with a sharp stick in the actual, physical sense, then I turn to my dogs. At least they usually make me smile

In other news, I'm trying very hard not to grumble, and will just say that I can't wait to go see some real cowboys in Dallas weekend after this one. I'll have earned it after two grueling book expos. I need my fix, and TV isn't good enough

Argh. I'm all hormonal, which is why everything is all doom and gloom, and I know it. This doesn't mitigate the fact that I'm amazed at some folks, in that not happy way

Sighs

maybe I'll nap with the babies...

Kind of pooped

got a lot to do. Behind on everything, including promo.

need to do a BEA write up for the business blog, but informally? I think it went well.

Glad to have a weekend off, even if I can't believe it's already Wednesday.

I have a lot of word count to get in, as well as data entry from hell

someone send an extra pair of hands

speaking of hands, been watching X Files and Buffy marathons of late, and David Duchovny, James Marsters, Gillian Anderson, and Marc Blucas have very pretty hands. Sarah Michelle Gellar, while I quite like her, has UGLY hands. Seriously. Look at them sometime. I notice hands. I like men's generally, though, and rarely notice the girls' unless they're not attractive... Mine are kind of big and ham-like... ;)

Okay, back to work...