there's always time for pretty things
Well! I certainly do go forever without posting, these days.
Work continues to be busy, but manageable. Family continues to be ... not so insane that I can't handle them. School continues to drain the remaining energy and life out of me like a Dementor sucking all the joy out of prisoners in Azkaban. But, I still like school, anyway. (Must be the masochist in me.)
Actually, it is my classmates. They are wonderful. Without them I would probably have quit months ago. (heart heart heart) I really like economics - even the math parts of it. It's been (mumble mumble) years since calculus, but I seem to be holding my own. And what an interesting time to be studying economic theory.
Winter is trying to kill me - my skin is so dry, especially on my hands, that it hurts. It's moved beyond itching to just plain ow. The back of my right hand looks like it wants to crack and split open. I got a prescription cream from my doctor that was supposed to work wonders for sensitive skin. It broke me out in hives, necessitating Benadryl, which led to 8 hours of dead-sleep and another 18 hours of fog. The problem with putting on hand cream, is I can't remember to not touch my face or neck. Arrrgh.
My birthday was Wednesday! It was a nice birthday, all things considered. It was drama-free, which is really all I've ever asked of a birthday, since kindergarten (a life-scarring birthday experience, which I would need hours of therapy to explain to you, so I won't even try). I have long viewed my birthday with trepidation (what disappointments lie ahead? what terrible fates can befall me on this day?) - but my spouse, bless him, is fully aware of my birthday issues and so - when I came home from school on Saturday night, he surprised me with a birthday party, NOT on my birthday! There was dinner (yum) and balloons (yay) and flowers (yay) and presents (YAY) and cake (YUM). Presents were a warm fleece blanket in which to wrap my cold self, and a spa day gift certificate ... oh, one hour full body massage, HERE I COME. LOOK OUT. Also mani, pedi, facial, etc etc etc. Yay for spa day! I am all a-quiver with joy. Then, on my actual birthday, we went out to dinner with the in-laws, for delicious prime rib (so much meat, I did not have room for cake. NO ROOM FOR CAKE. WHAT A TRAGEDY). Mmmmmm, delicious, delicious meat. If I am ever to be reincarnated as another kind of animal, I would like to be a carnivore, please. It was great because it was unexpected and I didn't have time to get all angsty about my birthday. Next year I turn 40, though, and I can't guarantee there won't be angst. At least kathdem will be there to set a good example for me, since she turns a few months before I do :D :D :D
In my copious free time (ha. ha, ha, hahaha) I have watched all of Season 1 of new Dr Who and I pronounce it highly enjoyable. I am Netflixing Season 2 now, trying to get it all watched so that I can then get Torchwood, because I think I am in love with John Barrowman. I am also TERRIBLY in love with Joe Flanigan, who plays Col. John Sheppard on Stargate: Atlantis. I was never really into the whole Stargate franchise (I think I have mysterious, deep-seated issues with Richard Dean Anderson), and I'm still not fully enamored of this particular series, but I don't really care ... the prettiness of the Flan is enough.
Work continues to be busy, but manageable. Family continues to be ... not so insane that I can't handle them. School continues to drain the remaining energy and life out of me like a Dementor sucking all the joy out of prisoners in Azkaban. But, I still like school, anyway. (Must be the masochist in me.)
Actually, it is my classmates. They are wonderful. Without them I would probably have quit months ago. (heart heart heart) I really like economics - even the math parts of it. It's been (mumble mumble) years since calculus, but I seem to be holding my own. And what an interesting time to be studying economic theory.
Winter is trying to kill me - my skin is so dry, especially on my hands, that it hurts. It's moved beyond itching to just plain ow. The back of my right hand looks like it wants to crack and split open. I got a prescription cream from my doctor that was supposed to work wonders for sensitive skin. It broke me out in hives, necessitating Benadryl, which led to 8 hours of dead-sleep and another 18 hours of fog. The problem with putting on hand cream, is I can't remember to not touch my face or neck. Arrrgh.
My birthday was Wednesday! It was a nice birthday, all things considered. It was drama-free, which is really all I've ever asked of a birthday, since kindergarten (a life-scarring birthday experience, which I would need hours of therapy to explain to you, so I won't even try). I have long viewed my birthday with trepidation (what disappointments lie ahead? what terrible fates can befall me on this day?) - but my spouse, bless him, is fully aware of my birthday issues and so - when I came home from school on Saturday night, he surprised me with a birthday party, NOT on my birthday! There was dinner (yum) and balloons (yay) and flowers (yay) and presents (YAY) and cake (YUM). Presents were a warm fleece blanket in which to wrap my cold self, and a spa day gift certificate ... oh, one hour full body massage, HERE I COME. LOOK OUT. Also mani, pedi, facial, etc etc etc. Yay for spa day! I am all a-quiver with joy. Then, on my actual birthday, we went out to dinner with the in-laws, for delicious prime rib (so much meat, I did not have room for cake. NO ROOM FOR CAKE. WHAT A TRAGEDY). Mmmmmm, delicious, delicious meat. If I am ever to be reincarnated as another kind of animal, I would like to be a carnivore, please. It was great because it was unexpected and I didn't have time to get all angsty about my birthday. Next year I turn 40, though, and I can't guarantee there won't be angst. At least kathdem will be there to set a good example for me, since she turns a few months before I do :D :D :D
In my copious free time (ha. ha, ha, hahaha) I have watched all of Season 1 of new Dr Who and I pronounce it highly enjoyable. I am Netflixing Season 2 now, trying to get it all watched so that I can then get Torchwood, because I think I am in love with John Barrowman. I am also TERRIBLY in love with Joe Flanigan, who plays Col. John Sheppard on Stargate: Atlantis. I was never really into the whole Stargate franchise (I think I have mysterious, deep-seated issues with Richard Dean Anderson), and I'm still not fully enamored of this particular series, but I don't really care ... the prettiness of the Flan is enough.