the candid files

So not too much has changed since my last post.  It’s still FREEZING in here.  The kids are in bed because it’s 11:00, so at least they’re  quiet.

I love snow.  Even when I’m at work and I only see the snow when I make my 47-time-per-day trek around the office, past all the big huge windows, to talk to so-and-so, pick this up from whats-their-face, drop that off with you-know-who…I  could probably do a lot of my work from the sedentary spot at my desk but then I would never see any of my colleagues – maybe I wouldn’t recognize them if I ran into them at the grocery store or in the mall.  I’m sometimes suprised by how rare it is to run into a co-worker outside of work.  And for some reason whenever I do it’s really only the people who I know only on a “hey I’ve seen her face around” kind of basis.  I suppose that I should feel ashamed that there exists people I don’t know in my organization, but since we have staff that only work weekends and staff that work out of hospitals and other sites, we really only get everybody in one room for the annual Christmas luncheon.  So I can be excused, I think.

Anyway, this was pointless.  I’m going to go huddle under a mound of blankets and hope I fall asleep before I freeze.  Although I sort of doubt I’ll know because I hear that freezing to death feels a lot like falling asleep.  Now I’ll be paranoid.  Oh great.

Have you ever had it where you want to get along with an individual in your life, but every time you resolve not to be at odds with said individual, something happens that proves again that it is not humanly possible?!?!

Of course this is purely hypothetical. I always get along with everyone. RIGHT…

My house is FREEZING. I’m tired even though I slept in until nine this morning. The kids across the wall are chanting some random thing over and over and thumping things. I can’t believe this house is still standing, sometimes. I’m grumpy because of said hypothetical situation. I’m going to the grocery store to do some banking and then I’m going to go get my eyes checked out at the optometrist and I’m going to try to warm up before I come home again to my FREEZING house and think of something to make for dinner.

Then I’m going to get rid of this grumpiness and go to GBS. Which is good. Breathe in, breathe out, publish and leave.