Just like I should, I'll getcha good.

Happy birthday, Lori! Sorry I thought it was last week. :)

Happy Administrative Professionals Day to my fellow peons! This is one of my favorite workdays of the year. I got a candle and a Goldsmith's gift certificate from my bosses- they're very thoughtful. Did anyone else get presents? We all went to brunch at Cracker Barrel and I had cherry pancakes. Just now, a co-worker brought up some desserts from the dessert festival they're having in building B, and I ate some cheesecake. This on top of the carrot cake someone brought yesterday. And I can't exercise during the next few days. I ought to be oinking. I'm ashamed of myself. :( Actually, I'm ashamed of myself for a lot of things today. Why can't God just make us perfect right away so we don't have to spend our lives agonizing over our screwups? Why can't I obey Him perfectly, behave rightly toward everyone, and happily eat rice cakes for every meal? Sigh.

My hair appointment is tomorrow and I'm feeling kind of sad about cutting my hair. Sometimes the longness is nice and romantic, and it's fun to swing it out of my way. But most of the time it's a frizzy, tangled mess, and there's so much of it. I'm only planning to take off a couple of inches, but with curly hair that could turn out as two, three, or four inches once it's dry. The suspense. On a happy note, my mom left me a very generous check for "watching" Kevin, and it included some money for my highlights. So that's an answer to prayer. :)

I have decided that one of the results of getting older is starting to like Shania Twain. My mom has always been a big fan of hers, and Debra and I used to laugh at her. This morning I took her Up CD with me when I left my parents' house and sang along all the way to work. It's not just me- other unlikely people are starting to like her, too. Ryan has a burned CD with some of her stuff. You haven't really appreciated "Forever and For Always" until you've sung it with a friend whose voice is at least two octaves lower than the song. Please don't throw things at me.

I thought I had more to say, but I guess I don't. Maybe later.

Just like I should, I'll getcha good.

Happy birthday, Lori! Sorry I thought it was last week. :)

Happy Administrative Professionals Day to my fellow peons! This is one of my favorite workdays of the year. I got a candle and a Goldsmith's gift certificate from my bosses- they're very thoughtful. Did anyone else get presents? We all went to brunch at Cracker Barrel and I had cherry pancakes. Just now, a co-worker brought up some desserts from the dessert festival they're having in building B, and I ate some cheesecake. This on top of the carrot cake someone brought yesterday. And I can't exercise during the next few days. I ought to be oinking. I'm ashamed of myself. :( Actually, I'm ashamed of myself for a lot of things today. Why can't God just make us perfect right away so we don't have to spend our lives agonizing over our screwups? Why can't I obey Him perfectly, behave rightly toward everyone, and happily eat rice cakes for every meal? Sigh.

My hair appointment is tomorrow and I'm feeling kind of sad about cutting my hair. Sometimes the longness is nice and romantic, and it's fun to swing it out of my way. But most of the time it's a frizzy, tangled mess, and there's so much of it. I'm only planning to take off a couple of inches, but with curly hair that could turn out as two, three, or four inches once it's dry. The suspense. On a happy note, my mom left me a very generous check for "watching" Kevin, and it included some money for my highlights. So that's an answer to prayer. :)

I have decided that one of the results of getting older is starting to like Shania Twain. My mom has always been a big fan of hers, and Debra and I used to laugh at her. This morning I took her Up CD with me when I left my parents' house and sang along all the way to work. It's not just me- other unlikely people are starting to like her, too. Ryan has a burned CD with some of her stuff. You haven't really appreciated "Forever and For Always" until you've sung it with a friend whose voice is at least two octaves lower than the song. Please don't throw things at me.

I thought I had more to say, but I guess I don't. Maybe later.