Diary of a MILF in Progress

Not with a bang, but with a whimper

So, the month draws to a close.  My fever has broken, but I'm still coughing up  storm and I spent the majority of the weekend in bed.  But I posted every day.  Much of it was crap, but I did it anyway.  I hope that any new readers I gained during November will stay around (December always gives me some good blog fodder), and that all of you will forgive my lame posts during my recent illness.  Tomorrow is a new month, complete with a trip to the doctor tomorrow and a multi-day meeting starting next Sunday.  Fan-freaking-tastic.

Feel free to skip this one

I am bound and determined to finish out NaBloPoMo.  I may be running a fever of 101.1* and I may feel as though there is an elephant sitting on my chest, and folding a load of laundry may be reason enough for me to take a nap, but I'm posting, damnit.

My Black Friday shopping with Glark

I am ready for Christmas, y'all.  I've got stocking stuffers, something for my tween daughter, and something for my boss (head of the Legal department).  All without moving my virus ridden, fat-assed self from the couch.  It almost makes up for being too sick to go to the hockey game tonight.

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all

For this, I am thankful.

The Husband is out doing his annual get-together with his high school buddies (in which they, well, get together because they are all in town), so I have no one on hand to criticize me for being a slack-ass and lounging on the couch.  I self medicated with hot buttered rum, the kids are fast asleep, and my hockey team is up by three goals (a few minutes into the 2nd period).  When I haul my ass out of bed this morning, I can watch the Macy's parade at my leisure whilst Husband golfs (again.)  My mom is cooking, so all I am responsible for tomorrow is transporting my offspring and my grandmother to dinner.  Things are not so bad.

Perfect storm of maladies

Head and chest cold.  Cramps.  One provisional crown (with possible root canal work necessary), one existing crown (which is coming loose), and at least one tooth need of fillings.

It's a denta-menstru-sinu-tastic day in Dana's world!  I've got Rx strength ibuprofen, but could use some more liquor.

All our life's a circle, sun up and sun down

The Husband is attending a family funeral today. The relative was in poor health, and somewhat aged, so his death was not unexpected. But it's sad, as it always is, to lose someone.

At noon today, a good friend from work is scheduled for a c-section to bring her twins into the world.  She's got a boy and a girl in there, and the doctor has deemed them to be fully cooked and ready for prime time.

Man, woman, birth, death, infinity... 

Oh, what fools we mortals be...

It was on this day in 534 BC that Thespis stepped out upon the stage at the Theatre Dionysus, and became the first person to perform spoken word in the form of a play. Thespis' MO, as is the MO of so many mischevious spirits, is to provide humility to we mortals. He points out what is important by mocking what is not. As we embark upon the upcoming holidays during which we may try to impress our families instead of just enjoying their presence, and as I embark upon my upcoming Board meeting for which I bear the most visible responsibility for everything to go as planned, let us bask in the antics of our favorite Greek ghost.

Old school

I am on Facebook with a number of folks from high school.  Because I went to public school, a decent percentage of those folks were also people I went to elementary school with- I moved into the house my parents still live in during the summer between kindergarten and first grade, so that's a lot of years in one neighborhood.

One of my FB friends posted a couple class pictures.  She managed to post all of the years when she and I were not in the same homeroom class, so I took up the guantlet and dug out my old school memory book.  Every year from kindergarten through eight grade, my mom saved my school pictures and report cards.  Each year has a section for listing my best friends, my interest, and my dreams for the future (in kindergarten, I wanted to be a doctor.  By 2nd grade, I wanted to be a ballerina.  Somehow "executive secretary" was never one of my goals.)

Oh my holy hell, y'all.  I was such a hot mess in the latter part of elementary school. I was cute enough in the early years (except for some seriously unfortunate outfits, but I was surrounded by others in patchwork and polyester, so at least I'm not alone in the horror.)  But starting in about fourth grade, I go totally off the rails.  Not only can I not muster up a decent  smile (and I'm not just referring to the end results of my oral surgery), I can't even seem to keep my eyes fully open or my face neutral.  The half-closed eyes and grimace in one photo make me look like I was under the influence of something that would be illegal for someone twice my age.  As bad as the hair and fashion choice were, at least my peers had decent faces to compensate.  I looked like Nick Nolte's mugshot for a decent chunk of my childhood.

I guess this is just one more thing to bitch about to my therapist, yeah?

Blog-anality

In the interest of full disclosure, I gotta say that I stole borrowed this from Ree.

 

ESFP - The Performers

The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always in risk of exhausting themselves.

The enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.

 

Avoid conflict?  Rarely initiate confrontation?  Heh.  The "not suited for management positions" thing is accurate for me, though.

Let's just hope I look that good lounging on the bar tonight (3 hours, 11 minutes and counting...)