There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Perhaps, she should’ve kept with the hot bath routine?  But anyway.  Finally, after literally 5 months of ridiculousness, our department at work will be going through some changes for better or worse.  I’m so ready for the daily stress to be better.  It took our boss long enough to put his foot down or at least get mad enough to tell us how “he’s upset”.   Really, E?  I thought you were loving this bs as much as we were?  So, I’m expecting it’s going to be front row entertainment tomorrow.  And if it’s not, I’m never going to believe another thing he says.

 

As luck would have it, it was still a pretty good day minus one coworker who never comes in lately.  The normal one and I have both been offered her territory when she moves or is gone.  And both have said we wouldn’t mind…though I’d be happy to let H go at it.  If I do get it, will definitely need to go through some behavior training [for clients, not me] and lots of prep to organize things the way I want them or it would be such a mess.  Either way, I’m stealing the good chair and switching us phone cords. [yeah I'm nuts]

“I’m going to buy a pair of crocs so I can melt them down and pour them as molten liquid into the eyes of whoever invented them.” – Rainn Wilson

“There’s a CROC STORE!” I exclaimed with glee to the puzzled look of my shopping cohort on our outlet adventure.  They are the weirdest shoe but it never fails to thrill me when I slip my foot into one and feel the bounce.  After squeezing my puppies into some gawd-awful heels today I’m secretly wishing I’d picked up the weird dress shoe version.  Sure I’d get some weird looks, but what’s new eh? 

 

I used to have so many shoes, beautiful, even sparkly shoes.  The shoe virus that has laid dormant in my body is coming to life.  I want to buy shoes every time I have the chance.  Shoes I’ll never have a place to wear.  I’m going to do it in a shopping rebellion.

Pitiful

Since I live in a zoo with 3 cats, fish, crabs, a frog, and a cage of crickets for said frog – there could be any number of weird sounds going on.  Or any number of tank lids being knocked off on any given day. 

 

I was awoken by the shrill ringing chirp of Topaz, B’s toad-turned-tree frog.  It would not stop.  Looking bleery-eyed into her tank, I found her sitting paws stuck on the back wall like she was a kid looking into the candy store.  We found a cute woodsey tank background a couple weeks ago and now that she’s come out of hibernation things have gotten weird.  She really seems to believe they are mysterious woods she cannot reach and that the woodland creatures do not answer her desperate calls.  Sometimes she moves to the waterfall rocks for a better view, still no action.

 

We may have to extend our search for a mate or friend for her or it will break my heart and I’ll have a science class moment, setting her free in rebellion.

Who’s this pre-teen who replaced my child?

“I stared into the most beautiful green eyes today.” I expected a smart comment of “my own, when I looked into the mirror” or something, this is my Braiden we’re talking about after all. Instead I got a wistful “Madeline”. His dream girl and bff.

Further into the coversation he mentioned another girl in his class who also lives in our neighborhood and seems like a brat to me. I asked if they were friends now, “no not really but I still like her” Ah yes, fickle girls. “Someday she’ll regret it.” It took everything in me not to laugh hysterically at the old soul in this kid. His love of the blondies continues.

He pulled out all the stops for his poetry reading today, sporting a dress shirt and sweater vest, if it wasn’t for his own blonde locks (much to his disappointment) he’d be the spitting image of his father. The weird jaw thing they do when they’re sitting and watching something – the creepiest part of kids is the weird habits they do instinctively.

Someday he’ll thank me for that hair, when the girls don’t think he has cooties and/or stop being his tomboy friend.

Boredom, North Carolina.

Mark Schwann, we are officially on the outs. I haven’t yelled a single Schwanny! in months. I had high hopes for last night’s One Tree Hill episode – it was about time for some drama. Something that didn’t involve Mia, Mouth, that dirty kid squatting at Brooke’s. It was Peyton’s time to shine, I mean she’s a Scott now – she’s earned that obligatory coma. Nope, nothing. Instead more veiled comments about their baby.

I expect more from you.