I have to get work done, pull art from the vaults, and do epic battle with the insurance company. Here, have a scan from my newest purchase, which indicates that we as a society have made some small progress in that you can no longer buy a monkey from a Spiegel catalog.

(If you still can, for the love of god, don't tell me.)


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I am tired of being the Calamity Jim and Calamity Jane Traveling Circus of Bad News, thanks. No, really. Even the small roadbumpy type stuff is really starting to wear.

I would really like to be able to change my LJ's playlist away from Woebegone: Greatest Hits of Woe and Tragedy and Yet More Woe, but damn. When I started to do our taxes on Saturday afternoon, I came across a W-2 from last year that I did not remember seeing. And I knew immediately that it meant trouble, I just didn't know how or when or in what ( Read more... )

I'm very pleased with myself that I got back to the pool for some laps today, after planning to do it for the past two weeks and continually getting thwarted ( Read more... )

Tired. Work busy. Bemo doing ok. Watching dog show but will probably pack it in and go to bed soon. Tummy upset from fish oil capsule - will try freezing them since apparently it helps. Feeling thwarted and dejected and rather down-at-heel. Likely because I apparently talked in my sleep all last night about things being "tacky" and not "going ( Read more... )

I know I've been a little mom-heavy here in the ol' journal recently, but seriously, she is driving me and my sister up a collective tree. Last night I had a conversation with her that was less fraught than most (that is, she wasn't yelling incoherently) but in the same conversation she asserted that ( Read more... )

My mother-in-law hasn't yet met a forwarded email that she won't, well, forward. And as much as I know she means well, I wish she'd offer more practical help right now, and fewer emails about loving the strong women in your life, sisterhood, friends forever, and trusting God.

The cute animal emails can stop, too.

I feel like I've become such a bore recently. When trouble happens, it tends to just suck things up, so although I'm still reading books, watching tv, having things happen, when it comes to saying anything witty, vaguely interesting, or hell, articulate, my brain goes blank ( Read more... )

As it was told to my sister on gchat ( Read more... )

Bemo and I are not going to go lob something heavy and brick-shaped through the window of our old apartment. This even thought Old Landlady has, after sitting on it for three months, finally cashed that rent check from back in July, causing our current rent check to bounce and making me the recipient of a stern letter from our current rental agency ( Read more... )