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Aug 10, 2009 11:13AM
nice, no. but maybe its more accurate.
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research and errands, research and errands, somewhere in there hopefully a personal life, research and errands.no words.
Henry wrote: "Lauren wrote: "research and errands, research and errands, somewhere in there hopefully a personal life, research and errands.no words."
You are funny. Tomorrow is another day. Plus, nice count ..."
yeah there are certain things, that just aren't the same in your imagination.
Word count 6442 poems/song lyrics
first four paragraphs of valedictorian assassin.
Paul wrote: "That's the way. Upset everybody impartially. Don't neglect dwarves, vegetarians, redheads and the left handed. They don't get nearly enough abuse."Thanks a lot Paul.
Signed;
The Left-handed Redhead.
P.S. There's a conclave of dwarves outside looking for directions to your home. They're carrying nasty looking spiked bats and mumbling something about kneecaps.
That's the trouble with black and white photographs, you just can't tell. :)BTW I'm reading 'Twelve Days' now. On page 35. Seems quite Pratchett-like so far, in its setting and ambience.
...Pratchett-like...Sigh! If only...
... and yes, I know. It's very difficult to tell that someone is left or right handed in a B&W photograph. Bloody nuisance is what it is.
I sent the dwarves over to visit "GARY".
I can't imagine why?sniggers
Yes..., I know.Oh, and Henry?
Don't forget it.
Gwen does evil really good doesn't she? She does good real good too, but I think evil is far more interesting.
So I realized that I finished two screenplays this year, wrote a pilot, outlined two more screenplays, outlined a spec script for the office, charted a couple of shorts and another feature, wrote like 10 short stories, two songs and have been recording tracks and trying to secure a producer for the musical i wrote. i don't feel so lazy anymore, and I am going back to school and start on monday, but this weekend my friend is shoting the pilot episode of his webisodic in my house starting tomorrow, so we have been prepping that for the past two weeks. I'm not going to feel bad about not writing since Tuesday, and on top of that, I have been trying to go to the gym everyday, my goal is to be back swimming 2000 meters in under an hour. I think that's what I used to swim in high school, it sounds about right. I'm up to 1000 in 30 minutes, which isn't great but it's not horrible and considering the fact that I got back in the pool almost two weeks ago, I think that's pretty good progress. Oh and every thursday I end up giving some random guy a swimming lesson. I taught a guy today how to breathe properly for sprinting, he is supposed to do a triathalon in a month and swim a half mile, but he barely makes it one lap, 25 meters, before he tuckers out. I had him race me on my last lap, he did really well until he got a cramp in his leg and then I had to teach him a pressure point trick to relieve the cramp. It was funny, and then his wife looked at us weird. Oh well, I'm the pudgy hapa girl who impressed him with my ability to do 8 laps without stopping. Eventually it will be 40 laps without stopping. but today is not that day. OK bed time, I am rambling. Goodnight all, and have a pleasant tomorrow.
Night Lauren... Morning everyone else.
thanks henry, 30 people are invading my house in about 20 minutes and then i will be leaving for work in like 3 hoursexcitement.
Hope the invaders were polite and nice to you, and that you have a good day! I'm so impressed by how much work you get done, and still manage to be full of new ideas always! It's always interesting to drop by your cubicle and catch up on what you've been up to lately! :)
so far so good my house looks like a production crew invaded and thats a good thing
I might write something while at work later, but i need to finish my grandmother's blanket for her birthday in a week, and that requires my hands. i wish i could sprout an extra couple of sets. ps. 711 coffee with hot coco, sugar, two pumps of vanilla creamer and 3 irish cream creamer tubs with snickerdoodles dipped in is heaven. i will surely make no sense in an hour or two.
That does sound yummy Lauren. I'm currently enjoying a glass of homemade wine. it's fruity and I'm pretty sure in an hour or two, i'll make no more sense than you. We'll make a great pair.
Yeah, the kids were heartless little buggers today. The two year old threw a tantrum (when I say tantrum think grocery store fit times ten) about every fifteen minutes or so. The baby was clingy and it was like 90 degrees outside, our central air said f-you a couple of days ago, so that sucked. the older kids fought all day and when I forced them outside they bitched about the heat (in the little pool of frigid water). Then the dogs panted and drooled all day. I mopped up wet spots constantly.Then after they all left I remembered the bottle of wine my friend so kindly gave to me from her last batch and I said "Renee, you will get drunk tonight. Even if you must do it alone."
Kurt told me not to bother him later, it's too hot. Like I was going to anyway.
Oh, my new bed is here and it's awesome. SO comfy without Kurt's body groove in the middle. No more sliding into his back all night. I have my side, and I will stay there.
thats kind of awesomethere is definitely an impression of my body on my bed. my side is a good inch lower than the other side, its kind of funny. i have a queen sized bed to myself, but i always use the same third.
the guy i am dating, is going out of town this weekend. and i am going out of town next weekend. so we have only been out once, but have talked almost every day, so we will see. he was trying to get out of work early to see me before i had to leave for work, it didn't work out, but i appreciate the valiant try.
I love the early days, they're so nice. Kurt was much more, sensitive, then. He even bought me flowers. The only flowers I ever received from him. Now it's romantic if he says 'Hey, are the kids asleep?' or 'I washed the dishes.'
im sorry, i washed the dishes, or i made you dinner, and i mean good dinner, is like the sexiest sentence ever. especially if they make dinner and do the dishes. jeff normally can only accomplish one of the two. and when he cooks totally destroys my kitchen, normally tastes very good, but oh the mess. i clean as i cook so my kitchen ends up cleaner after i prepare a meal.
Why don't they understand this? Kurt leaves the stove and the counter so very nasty when he's done cooking. I have to chisel stuff off the stove. Ugh.But it is very nice. Usually when he says I'll cook supper, he goes out for chinese or something like that. The thought is there I suppose.
What I can't stand is I do the same basic cleaning every day, vacuum, sweep, mop, tidy, etc. This is in every room. When he cleans, it takes him the entire day to do one room. What is that? If I did that the place would be a disaster. But he's so darn proud of himself for cleaning that one room, I don't say anything but "thank you honey."
yeah i feel the same, although i am not that good at maintaining the cleaning but in general i do everything about 5 times as fast as jeff.
I'm not good at keeping up. I clean in the morning, it looks the same by noon. I half-heartedly clean again before supper and start again the next day. the joys of kids.
when i worked at disneyland, i used to have this recurring nightmare, that i was working the tshirt table in star trader, the big store that star tours dumps you out into, and i would get the table perfect and everything would be in order and then a girl scout troup would run in and destroy everything and run out, and i would have to start over.i assume your experience is similar.
I swore I would not be like my mother and yell 'Don't step in my dirt!!' when I was sweeping. Well, I do it all the time. The dogs see the broom and go hide because I lost it after the hundredth time they sniffed it and sent it everywhere. The kids aren't such fast learners. How do you miss a pile of dirt in the middle of the floor? Come on.
I swore I would not be like my mother and yell 'Don't step in my dirt!!' when I was sweeping. Well, I do it all the time. The dogs see the broom and go hide because I lost it after the hundredth time they sniffed it and sent it everywhere. The kids aren't such fast learners. How do you miss a pile of dirt in the middle of the floor? Come on.
I get a little excited over silly things sometimes. My skin isn't as thick as I'd like it to be. I just noticed lipstick on the wall and the bathroom door and I was tempted to wake the kids and make them clean it up. I resisted. I did it myself. The doors and the trim drive me insane. Dirty little hands mark them up and I wipe them almost daily. The worst is the booger bandit who is still lurking. He or she leaves boogers on everything. Once they dry they are a bitch to get off.
I thought we got rid of him/her, but not so. One day i'll catch them and I will have my revenge. It's probably Kurt, trying to make me crazier. I wouldn't put it past him.
i get that way when jeff says he is going to do something, and then he doesnt i huff around the house doing whatever task he said he would do. i think its just a married thing.
Now and then I'll go on about the beautiful new floors we don't have. I will gush about how beautiful the imaginary wood is and how I don't miss that stinky old stained carpet. "Oh, it's a good thing we replaced that right away like we said we would. Otherwise I'd be embarassed to let people visit and see that nasty old floor." Then I pretend like I've come back to reality and say "Oh shit, look at that. I must have been dreaming. THe carpet is still there." He just stares at me. That's all. You should hear my dryer tirade. It's good performing.
thats so funny. i think its amazing how dirty the carpet in jeff's room and the living room is and how clean the carpet in my room is. no comment about how it got that way.
When you come in my house, the carpet is a taupy beige color with random stains on it from the dogs and the kids, and one coffee stain from me. I tripped okay. You move the couch, it's white. What does that say?Gross. The carpets in the bedrooms are horrifying. Training two dogs was really hard. My blue carpet is now greyish blue with orangy spots, the kids have peach carpets (gross) and they are faded in spots. Logan's room, if you move the furniture that I strategically placed so Kurt wouldn't see what I'd done, looks like someone got hacked to bits in there. I painted his room red, at his request, and me and the paint had a little battle. So there are some spots that are now blood red. Does Kurt know about them? Nope. And he won't until we take that carpet out. Why? He doesn't move furniture and he doesn't clean the kids' rooms. smart aren't I?
Renee wrote: "When you come in my house, the carpet is a taupy beige color with random stains on it from the dogs and the kids, and one coffee stain from me. I tripped okay. You move the couch, it's white. What ..."thats awesome. jeff wanted to paint his room a gray blue, to go with his black and silver bed spread, which doesn't go with any other part of the house. so guess who painted 90% of his room, mostly in the dark and in day light because he didn't get the power turned on in time. yep, that would be me. i primed that bitch and pained his room. what i think is highlarious is that i did this oh, almost a year ago, and there was one piece of tape that i couldn't reach when i finished and he said he would take it down. yeah its still on the ceiling. oh men.
That's so funny. Remember a few months ago when our dryer quit? Well he was fixing it, and I asked if he was done, cause I'd clean up the mess. He said he'd get it. The dryer, in all it's little pieces, and his tools are still sitting in the laundry room. The tools actually have a layer of dust on them. Nice. His bath mat(he uses the downstairs shower because of the silica that is on him from work, it's not healthy for the kids) is black, should be white. He never throws it in the laundry. I can't get it white now.
thats grosse and kind of awesome. i think the morale of that story is next time he gets a black bath mat.
Then we'd never know how dirty it is. I really love that he'll come up after his shower and say, "Hey, have you cleaned my bathroom lately? The toilet/shower is kind of gross." Really?
yeah time to be a big boy and do it yourself. scary.
I take strenuous objection to this conversation. When I cook, no way an I doing the washing up as well. Do you ever see one of those TV master chefs with his hands in a bowl of soapy water? No, I thought not.Painting and decorating - why? Are we selling the house?
Cleaning - why bother? After two or three years, the dust doesn't sem to get any thicker. (To be fair, this seems to be my wife's attitude as well, though she denies it.)
My job is to go out and earn the big bucks. Hers is to stay at home and take care of the house. Her other job is to spend the big bucks.
ducks a wave of flying plates, bottles and abuse
My ambition - to stay in and earn the big bucks - by writing, obviously.
Her ambition - for me to keep going out to earn the big bucks.
See - perfect contentment and harmony exists in my household.
yeah, jeff lost his job in january and was for all intensive purposes a house husband for five months, yeah, my house, never been that dirty in my entire life. he just had more time to make a mess, and i would come home from work and he would expect me to clean up after him and would get mad at me when i would ask him to take out the garbage or do the dishes and then ask why he didn't do them.my favorite arguement that we get into is when i do all the chores for like a month or so and then i make a comment about how i always do the dishes and he says something to me along the lines of thats not true i do them all the time. whatever.
and he storms off in a huff. i know its because he feels like a jack ass and doesn't want to admit that i do most of the work around here, and that i think he has bought groceries oh maybe 5 times in the past two years, and no going to the store to buy box wine and vodka does not count as grocery shopping.
Paul, You're lucky you're way over there, cause that was enough to wear a few plates and glasses. But it was funny. Just so you know, I feel the same way about dust. Kurt likes to write in it, so then I have to wipe it off. He's a jerk sometimes.
He does contribute most of the money to the household but that has only been for the past year or so. Before that I worked outside the home just as many hours as he did, and still did all the housework and looked after the kids and their appointments and stuff.
Now I work here, but just as hard. I have kids from 5am to 8pm sometimes and I clean up after them. When someone messes up my kitchen I get upset. Not that it bothers him, he often laughs at me. Right now I'm staring at two beer bottles sitting on my table. Why? I'm not sure. He went to the garage to make sure I locked the doors, I can't be trusted to do that. The case is right next to the door, but the bottles must have been too heavy.
Men are great for many things, just not cleaning my house.
Henry, if you clean, come on over. I've got a list.
To be serious, I do my share of cooking and dishwashing, sticking things in the washing machine and so on. I even hang clothes out and bring them in if it rains. I think that if something actually needs doing, then whoever notices it should do it.Lindsay (my wife) although she retired from a full time job a year ago, does part time gardening for people, and has to care for her aged mother, so I try to help out when I can.
Kurt will help if I'm really busy. If he's off work and I have kids here and I'm running around like a lunatic, he'll pick up or throw a load of laundry in the machine. It's not that he does nothing. It's when he brings the dogs in from outside and tells me it's raining rather than taking the clothes off the line and then telling me this info that I get pissed.Of course, that's exactly why he does it. Apparently I'm funniest when angry.
Oh he is a great guy. Good father, good friend, hilarious and all that stuff. it's just when you have to live with him that some of the shine wears off. You guys would love him, I do too. I just don't see that pissing me off every day is amusing. Maybe it is. I don't see it.
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