One of those days
 

So, I woke up late, but only got to work about 10 minutes late, not bad. I was feeling pretty good. I just bought new bras that lift (but not separate, I never understood that) so my boobs are looking good. This shirt is slimming and adds some nice shape, not to mention that my pants are feeling a little looser today.

Then I get to the bathroom and realize MY ZIPPER HAS BEEN DOWN ALL DAY!!! That's why my pants were loose!! Then, I was chewing on my lip and accidentally ripped a whole layer of skin off - now I am tasting blood because it goes back into my mouth, but it isn't bleeding. I also found a whole bunch of hair on my back from my constantly shedding mane. My breakfast has decided to do a tap dance in my already sensitive stomach (expired eggs this weekend, don't ask) *SIGH* so much for a good feeling day.

So how is your day going??

Oh bless, I do feel for you.
My day is fine today, so I'll tell you about Saturday evening instead.

I finished work at 17.30 as usual, and went to the theatre to pick up some tickets (for tonight in fact). The theatre is 5-10 minutes walk across the park, but the direct route is not lit and there have been some robberies (although none at this time of day). I decided to walk round by road, which takes nearly twice as long. Better safe than sorry & all that.

Now I've whined enough about my weight for you to guess I am NOT fit at the moment. Bear in mind I'd been on my feet all day in the shop and that my tights (pantyhose) were falling down. My thighs were chafing a bit and my feet hurting.

Puff, pant, puff, pant - I got to the overheated Box Office and stood there gently steaming until one of the staff was free.

Four of the tickets were fine, but the fifth - booked at a different time but supposedly adjacent - was not. No ticket booked under that name, and the seat we were expecting had been booked by someone else. Now this is BAD news - we had in fact resold these exact tickets already, as we were offered better seats in the hospitality section on the same night! I didn't have my mobile with me, so I couldn't call the friend who booked it to check if she had a booking ref - nothing for it but to walk back.

I looked across the dark reaches of the park and decided it still wasn't worth risking my skin - I walked back around by road.

Half way home I had an ephiphany. She's only been and gone and booked it in my name to make it easier to collect. Sigh. Trudged back, hotter and sorer and more irritated than ever. Yes - it was there under my name all the time. (Couldn't the woman have asked me my name? It's hardly as if I'd have hit on the right name by accident?)

At this point it is 18.15. I am expected for dinner at 18.30 and at this rate I won't get home to feed my cats or cool down before I have to go. Sigh - I walked back through the dark, across the park and what do you know? Not a single mugger leaped out for me to vent my fury on.

I arrived at my friend's at 18.35, footsore, hot, hungry, tired and irritated. Poor lady probably regretted inviting me! Things got better after that (except leaving 6 beers in their fridge that I have been too embarrassed to ask for back)

Still - theatre tonight, good seats, complimentary drink AND I'm being taken to dinner beforehand.

Sometimes things don't go after all from bad to worse :)

Did not sleep at all last night, just in tons of pain... my dental appliance is not back yet (for those of you who did not read it, my dog chewed my old one up. update is that the company that makes them broke my mold, so it has taken a LONG time. meanwhile the swelling and pain in my jaws/ears/nasal cavity/etc gets much worse... I clinch in my sleep and during bad pain spasms).
This morning my wife reminds me we are touring my son's potential new school (it will be, it seems great).
A lot of bumps on the way, ow some more.
The Director (principal) decided to accompany our group, but was not told about me and freaked out when I showed signs of pain.
Others knew in advance that I am in chronic pain. Funny, because I just sort-of flinch most of the time and today twitch my head to the side because of a lot of inflammation due to some extra problems I am having in one of the herniated disk and degeneration in my neck (of course the ear issues are not helping with this either).
My family and the assistant director, who turned out to be my therapist's wife, very casually, told her that I am in chronic pain... she sorta' tweaked every time I even shifted my weight in my chair after that and went way out of her way to help me through door-ways and the like... very uncomfortable.
Nothing to be done. She was very nice and I understand.
Lot of people have not been around those in pain, but I felt like I wanted to take care of her somehow, but did not know how. So, I tried to do the best I could to show it less, which is VERY painful. Suppressing spasms intensifies the pain immensely.
But, all of this was WELL worth it in the end, the school was great, they were all great.
Finally, upon entering a three-year-old class all the students dropped what they were doing and *WHOOSH* I was surrounded and a thousand questions were bombarding me...
An impromptu class on wheelchairs and disability ensued, as I was shown lots of art intermittently with my information and their questions and was given a piece of art that was done just for me.
No one else in my party had art done for them, ha! They were very beautiful kids and well behaved, the first little outburst aside.
Definitely made it all worth it, that and, even though I am having a rotten pain day, since I was already dressed and there, I treated myself to an excellent cigar before going back into the house to rest for the rest of the day.

Gee, my day hasn't been too bad yet! I did my ususal parent thing (see my thread in Parenting if you are curious) and then I went outside to cut up the firewood I pilfered on Sunday. We are having a warm spell here in Atlanta so outdoor work is nice.

Oh, and my mother-in-law has my son for two days... I miss him even after a day-&-a'-half.

So far, only trying to deal with a lost order of gift cards for my dad. It's probably too late to have them sent here again, so I need to have them sent direct. But, have already been cutoff once trying to 'fix' it so I'll keep on trying...

I just got back from the license bureau. I win.

I have one that is about fifteen miles from here, small town, that is a well kept secret. Not bad at all if you make an appointment (they actually keep them and call you ahead of all those waiting). They are nice and efficient... I think they are aliens.

But, if yours is "normal", yup, you win.

The ones in LA were like a torture thought up by the govt. in Chile.

My day started pleasantly enough. I had a bit of a lie in, had some breakfast, walked the dog and then set off to Leeds to spend an afternoon in Special Collections, consulting a facsimile of the York Gospels with accompanying essays. I had assumed that when I read the essays, some sort of inspiration would sparkle on how to approach the research topic. Having just done some wider reading and found very little of it relating specifically to York Gospels.

By half six, i had read enough, and taken enough notes to expand the possibilities into something entirely unmanageable and erratic. It's going to take another day with the text and cross referencing materials to get this into any kind of shape. Library closes at 7, I figure it's no point starting any new points, may as well leave and get back home at a reasonable time....Ha! Bloody transport in the North is a joke.....a "£$%ing joke....*Insert random public transport related diatribe here*.

nuff said, I got home for a little after half nine, after arsing about on stations and in queues for hours *Insert another slightly smaller rant here*. All the while with the growing realisation of just how much work I still have to do on this project.

I got my arse chewed off by my boss today when I was told that my comments at a meeting we had yesterday were not acceptable..long story which I can't go into here,but the organisation I work for have Employment Consultants in and my comments to the one at the meeting got back to her.
Don't know what the problem is I only stated a fact that If I had my way the consultants would be tarred and feathered and run out the door as the obvious snake oil salesmen that they are.
I got very miffed when some young runt who's barely started shaving was telling me that I could not accept change,change I can accept chaos is a different matter :D

Yesterday (because today has only just begun) I was in charge of a group of school kids on an excursion - two of them were my own. That part of the day went pretty well, although I did come home with a bit of sunburn and my legs were pretty tired after trying to keep up with 10yr olds all day.

The bad part happened after we got home. One of the boys on our street came to tell us that his dad had died the night before. Apparently he was in a car accident and didn't come off well. I couldn't even think of one thing to say to this poor boy except, oh Eric, we're so sorry. I don't know what other words there are. My youngest whispered in my ear, 'can Eric have a christmas crackle?' (one of my christmas lollies). I worry that I've taught my kids to heal their emotional distress with food after that one.

On the bright side of things, I picked up a whole carton of tomatoes for $7. We had a very nice pasta for dinner last night.

Wow, I'm glad I figured out you were at a library, I thought you owed someone money (Special Collections) and you went with the Gospel in hand for extra help!

I've not a had a bad day. Monday, I finally handed over a project to the testers, and given that I have I still have 12 days leave to take before Chrsitmas, the boss allowed me the rest of the week off....


So, today (Tuesday) I settle back for a lie-in and a lazy day......

but the Current Wife and Wicked StepChild are both out early today, and don't have time to feed the cats....

....so much for the lie-in (I defy anyone to sleep with 5 cats dive-bombing you from the top of the wardrobe)...

ah, well, cats fed, settlle down to finish reading library book....

and the the phone rings, and then someones knocking at the door.... and again.... and again. Seems The Current Wife has been busy on t'internet buyng.... well, everything, I think... and it's all arriving today.

Lunchtime, and the Dearly Beloved arrives home (Tuesdays she only does half days) and espies the mountain of parcels. She makes it abundantly clear, without saying a word, (how <i>do</i> they do that?) that she wants me out of the way while she tackles the parcels....

So, I bite the bullet and head for the border...... well, actually, Borders, where I divest myself of an awful lot of cash doing the majority of the Christmas presents shopping.

Still, at least I've got it over with early this year.....

Why do you call her Wicked StepChild?

My day is in my Sad and Happy thread...actually its about the last coupla weeks but it leads up to today.

tee hee hee :lol:

I would not be afraid to walk anywhere with you me thinks.;)


No shame in taking two home. You were more than gracious to leave it and not drink at least one. :p You should have.

I am glad you had a good night. Thanks for sharing it. :)

(except leaving 6 beers in their fridge that I have been too embarrassed to ask for back)

Beer taken to a party is pro[erty of the party( Host ) MAN LAW !!!
http://www.manlaws.com/fhm/

Ooohh, THANK YOU! Bless you, my good sir, may a thousand happinesses decend upon you! I was sitting here at midnight when I read your message and realized I hadn't paid my DMV registration yet! It would have been late after tomorrow. Thank you, thank you, thank you! and did I mention thank you?

We had a party after our wedding to try and get rid of some of the excess alcohol, but we ended up with MORE in the fridge after the party than when we started.

The same rules apply here. If you bring drinks to a party, whatever's left over goes to the house.

Agreed about the booze rule but why is the host(ess) always left with undrinkable drink which partygoers have finally got rid of by bringing it to a party... I am thinking Cyprus Dessert Wine. Oh my it's disgusting.

And this morning I sat down at my desk, barefoot as is usual and both feet imediately slid into a neat pile of cat sick. But I love her:)

Got up this morning to a fairly large pile of mail. Most of it Council stuff, but also some personal. One was clearly a Christmas card,my firstt by post; that got me thinking about Christmas, being broke etc. Then I saw one from the Inland Revenue, opened it and found a giro cheque for £39.40 (my working tax credits) brilliant! That's one present. I then opened what I thought was an envelope containing my bank statement....they're charging me £40 on 29th Dec, for having gone overdrawn last month by a few ££s.

*chuckles* c'est la vie.

lol so your about even! :eek:

................don't worry about being broke. You are not alone. We that are dusty in pockets try to carry the light of Christmas in our hearts don't we? It's either that or the alternative. 'humbug' and all. :)



Tomorrow , sometime before noon. I am getting satellite (sp?) television installed. Unless they ask me for a huge deposit of which they havn't yet so I think all systems are go. :blush:

Tomorrows my day off too. :jig:

I had a couple of glasses of free red wine last night
Spilled one down my top....

That's fine - clean top and clean bra for today
Ow, ow, ow - bra is hurting.....
Why?
Straps must be tangled or something
Tug, twist, tug
*SNAP*

Bra broken

Review of bras
- one with red wine stain smelling like a brewery
- one red Bra (to wear under white top? Hello!)
- one snapped one headed for bin
- oooh look, one nice lacy white one, wonder why I haven't worn that recently?

Have just had to remove the instrument of torture.
It was giving me double breasts all day (yes, cup size too small) and all I could do was keep tugging at it.
The wire has now eaten into me so much I had to employ mining equipment to remove it.

Lets hope my cape keeps me covered on the way home so unsuspecting strangers don't die from the curse of the untamed norks....

I remember when going home with your underwear in your pocket was the sign of a good night

My wife can slip out of her bra with out removing her shirt between the time she walks through the back door after work and makes it to the kitchen! She hates the damn things. Neat trick, kind of like Houdini. ;)

My mom taught me how to do that - she does the same thing as your wife. :)

So do I. Unfortunately I dump them wherever I happen to be at the moment of success, and don't always manage to find and remove all of them before visitors arrive.

/yes, I am a slob.

Pretty sure my wife feels they are door-knob ornaments.

I do that, too monster. My mother used to throw them on the dining room table (we always ate in the kitchen). Never thought of putting them on a door knob, though. Only after washing to dry

The post at the bottom of the stairs is one place -unfortunately that's the first thing you see when you open the front door.

I also dump them on the floor right next to the computer. That's also where I dump all my paperwork. Dashing out to a meeting can lead to me finding a little surprise in my files when I get there. Ah well. Could be worse. Could be yesterdays knickers hanging out the bottom of one trouser leg. After a friend told me of that embarassment, I am careful to avoid that one.

SG, your review of bras was great. I think your collections is still better than mine.

I do the "bra off no shirt removal" thing too. Damn those things suck. Why don't we start burning them again? And stop shaving, and wearing pantyhose or high heels (cruel shoes, my ex used to say), stop plucking and waxing, no more perms or hair color, no botox, no thighmasters, or thongs.

What a wonderful world it would be. :)

Shawnee-got it in one!
I can't do the bra trick, nor can I do the bra-less days,I envy my friends who can go without. the trick is to find a brand that fits properly, so that you don't feel the bra anymore. I have found the best brand ever and I love my boobs because of it!

I love the word boobs:blush:

Boobs is a great word.I think women tend to say boobs and men say tits. I think tits is such a gross word...don't know why.

For women 'Tits' is crude, whereas 'boobs' is a more affectionate term, for want of a better word.
I think men don't use boobs because it doesn't portray breasts in a very sexy way.
Sundaes "norks" is a word I must assimilate into my vocab. its hilarious!

The bra trick! I can do that. I much prefer bra less days though :)

Me, too. The only problem I have is boob sweat. With no bra, there's nothing to catch the sweat!