Random Life Updates
I feel like I haven't actually been posting about my life much
lately. I've been working crazy hours. For the last three
weeks, I took over shifts from two guys at the lab who went on
vacation. For the next three weeks, I'm taking over shifts from
the other babysitter of my Friday baby while she's on vacation.
Makes my schedule complicated, but it should help during the rest of the summer, when I only have 30 hours a week. Plus, I've gone home to MN a couple times (and am going again this weekend), plus WisCon, plus just a lot of weekend stuff. I've had almost no time alone and awake in my apartment all summer. Seriously, the other day I had half an hour between activities and thought to myself, "Wow! A whole half hour? What should I do with it?" And I wasn't being sarcastic.
I was trying to plan a "Me Day" on Sunday this past weekend. Somehow, I managed to nearly forget that duh, I actually work on Sunday evenings at 5:00. Then I didn't get home from Mr. G's until after 2:00pm (I've decided that that's going to be My Man's pseudonym, short for "Mr. Guildenstern," TM rm_renfield) ('cause I'm Guildenstern, and she is Rosencrantz) (and also 'cause I haven't thought of anything else and it's getting silly).
So, I instead had a "Me Two and a Half Hours", which I promptly used to clean my kitchen. No, really. I swept and Swiffered (dry AND wet) for the first time in forever. I did the dishes. I actually washed the cupboard doors, because they were actually quite gross with dust. I cleaned up the mysterious spill in the fridge and replaced the filter in my Brita pitcher.
I didn't even have time to get to my bedroom, living room or bathroom. And how disgustingly grown-up of me is it to have spent my long-awaited Me time cleaning my apartment?
What else is new with me? I went to a comedy club this weekend, and brought five friends to use my free tickets that I won. It was really quite hilarious. And Mr. G met some of my friends for the first time, but we didn't get to chat much. Still, his knowledge of Monty Python and Eddie Izzard apparently established himself admirably.
You know, as an undergrad, I don't think I could have come up with five people to invite to such a thing. I like my life now.
Mr. G is coming with me to MN this weekend, to catch Serenity, lounge at the beach, meet my MN friends, go to the zoo with my family, and attend my sister's birthday dinner. It's a big weekend.
I'm listening pretty much non-stop to my new KT Tunstall CD, "Eye to the Telescope." Very cool cross between Dido, Norah Jones, Melissa Etheridge, Joss Stone, and a smidgen of Dar Williams.
My air-conditioning is a godsend.
I have a nifty new powerful fan for my kitchen counter, which makes dishes-doing much more tolerable.
I'm reading Slayer Slang and becoming much more aware of Jossverse language.
I dislike melted cream cheese on a toasted bagel.
I like watching syndicated hour-long shows on cable in the mornings while I babysit. The afternoons are more devoid of interest. I finally managed to catch the finale of Dawson's Creek S3, which helps me understand my S4 DVDs much more deeply. Henry, my seven-month-old charge, agrees.
I like working at night, when the frenzied strains of pre-freshmen at orientation are not wafting down the staircase above me.
I impressed Mr. G by translating both the French and German portions of Eddie's Definite Article show. I felt cool.
Makes my schedule complicated, but it should help during the rest of the summer, when I only have 30 hours a week. Plus, I've gone home to MN a couple times (and am going again this weekend), plus WisCon, plus just a lot of weekend stuff. I've had almost no time alone and awake in my apartment all summer. Seriously, the other day I had half an hour between activities and thought to myself, "Wow! A whole half hour? What should I do with it?" And I wasn't being sarcastic.
I was trying to plan a "Me Day" on Sunday this past weekend. Somehow, I managed to nearly forget that duh, I actually work on Sunday evenings at 5:00. Then I didn't get home from Mr. G's until after 2:00pm (I've decided that that's going to be My Man's pseudonym, short for "Mr. Guildenstern," TM rm_renfield) ('cause I'm Guildenstern, and she is Rosencrantz) (and also 'cause I haven't thought of anything else and it's getting silly).
So, I instead had a "Me Two and a Half Hours", which I promptly used to clean my kitchen. No, really. I swept and Swiffered (dry AND wet) for the first time in forever. I did the dishes. I actually washed the cupboard doors, because they were actually quite gross with dust. I cleaned up the mysterious spill in the fridge and replaced the filter in my Brita pitcher.
I didn't even have time to get to my bedroom, living room or bathroom. And how disgustingly grown-up of me is it to have spent my long-awaited Me time cleaning my apartment?
What else is new with me? I went to a comedy club this weekend, and brought five friends to use my free tickets that I won. It was really quite hilarious. And Mr. G met some of my friends for the first time, but we didn't get to chat much. Still, his knowledge of Monty Python and Eddie Izzard apparently established himself admirably.
You know, as an undergrad, I don't think I could have come up with five people to invite to such a thing. I like my life now.
Mr. G is coming with me to MN this weekend, to catch Serenity, lounge at the beach, meet my MN friends, go to the zoo with my family, and attend my sister's birthday dinner. It's a big weekend.
I'm listening pretty much non-stop to my new KT Tunstall CD, "Eye to the Telescope." Very cool cross between Dido, Norah Jones, Melissa Etheridge, Joss Stone, and a smidgen of Dar Williams.
My air-conditioning is a godsend.
I have a nifty new powerful fan for my kitchen counter, which makes dishes-doing much more tolerable.
I'm reading Slayer Slang and becoming much more aware of Jossverse language.
I dislike melted cream cheese on a toasted bagel.
I like watching syndicated hour-long shows on cable in the mornings while I babysit. The afternoons are more devoid of interest. I finally managed to catch the finale of Dawson's Creek S3, which helps me understand my S4 DVDs much more deeply. Henry, my seven-month-old charge, agrees.
I like working at night, when the frenzied strains of pre-freshmen at orientation are not wafting down the staircase above me.
I impressed Mr. G by translating both the French and German portions of Eddie's Definite Article show. I felt cool.