I am familiar with this feeling. It has occurred a couple times the last couple days with a certain, hyper doc.
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I am familiar with this feeling. It has occurred a couple times the last couple days with a certain, hyper doc.
Why, thank you. Takes one to know one, you know?I always knew you were smart!
Oh, that was me yesterday. Beyond murder-y. And then it turned into self-pity and sobbiness. It was ugly.
Morning, house of the deranged and perfectly... uh... ranged. Arranged? Reranged? Freeranged?
Need more coffee.
Need more coffee.
Good morning, murderous people.
I so know that feeling. For the past month, (<-- Oxford Style Guide comma) I've been editing a book for one of our local universities. It's a compilation of papers written by students who took part in the #FeesMustFall protest movement last year and it's been a headache (expletive deleted) of epic proportions. Apart from the fact that they're trying to design everything about the book, from the cover to the font to the layout, by committee, they don't seem to understand what the words 'final copy' mean. Just when I've finished editing all of the chapters, I'll get an email that reads: "Here are the new, updated versions of chapters 4, 11, 12 and 17." Of course, there's no 'track changes' so, we have to start all over again. And again. And again.
It's okay. I'm fine out here on the ledge. Really.
So, how's your day shaping up?
I so know that feeling. For the past month, (<-- Oxford Style Guide comma) I've been editing a book for one of our local universities. It's a compilation of papers written by students who took part in the #FeesMustFall protest movement last year and it's been a headache (expletive deleted) of epic proportions. Apart from the fact that they're trying to design everything about the book, from the cover to the font to the layout, by committee, they don't seem to understand what the words 'final copy' mean. Just when I've finished editing all of the chapters, I'll get an email that reads: "Here are the new, updated versions of chapters 4, 11, 12 and 17." Of course, there's no 'track changes' so, we have to start all over again. And again. And again.
It's okay. I'm fine out here on the ledge. Really.
So, how's your day shaping up?
I just survived another episode of "The girl is trying to kill me." Also known as exercise. Or boot camp.
By the way, you scared my mom with the last one. She's not afraid of clowns so much as she thought I was trying to do a real carnival. She thought it was nonfiction. 
I just survived another episode of "The girl is trying to kill me." Also known as exercise. Or boot camp.
*is totally impressed*
I exercised this morning, too. I ran round the block. Then I kicked the block back under the bed.
I know.
All this awesomeness is utterly daunting.
Good afternoon, work-out experts. I just got back from lunch (okay, two hours ago) at a beautiful Chinese restaurant with less-than-stellar food. I'm disappointed. I was really looking forward to something yummy but this didn't deliver.
Duchessmary--I feel your pain.
Gail--I also feel your pain. Running around a block can be hard work. Next time, just jump over it.
HJ--I don't feel your pain because I am lazy and out of shape. I would wind up in the hospital if I tried to keep up with you and your daughter, I'm quite sure.
Duchessmary--I feel your pain.
Gail--I also feel your pain. Running around a block can be hard work. Next time, just jump over it.
HJ--I don't feel your pain because I am lazy and out of shape. I would wind up in the hospital if I tried to keep up with you and your daughter, I'm quite sure.
It gets worse. After the kids go to school I typically work out a second time. Recently the guys at the kids' MMA have taken an interest in my workout routine (bless their hearts), resulting in trying something new this morning. After falling over laughing twice, I decided that new is awful. I'm going back to my own routine. Who needs six pack abs?!
Aaah. Is this where they need to put their arms around you to 'show' you how to operate the exercise equipment? 'Support' your hips while you reach up for those monkey-bar type things? Awww. Such sweeties.
Good morning, workers-out.
We have another loooong weekend. Today is Freedom Day - sort of like your July 4th but without the fireworks. My hubby has taken tomorrow off and then Monday (May 1st) is also a public holiday - Worker's Day - our version of Labor Day. I've got so many things that need doing around the house, it might take me 'til Monday to decide where to start.
Aaah. Is this where they need to put their arms around you to 'show' you how to operate the exercise equipment? 'Support' your hips while you reach up for those monkey-bar type things? Awww. Such sweeties.
Men are so helpful, aren't they? And they always behave!
We have another loooong weekend. Today is Freedom Day - sort of like your July 4th but without the fireworks. My hubby has taken tomorrow off and then Monday (May 1st) is also a public holiday - Worker's Day - our version of Labor Day. I've got so many things that need doing around the house, it might take me 'til Monday to decide where to start.
Have fun! Who needs to work around the house? Take a day to goof off without guilt!
And yet I still try.Well, it's hard to compete with that level of incompetence...
I sort of, kind of exercised today. I took my dog for a walk. It's only two miles. But it's a lot of hills, so you know, that's almost exercise.
I'm a little sad I missed the murderous people meeting. I was in that mood a few days ago because I do not like hearing I'm not good enough. I have rarely had to hear it. As an adult, I should be hardened to it by now, but I just don't fail. I am not accustomed to it. I do it well or not at all, which has lead to a lot of quitting things. So I need to put on my big-girl panties, suck it up, and keep going.
Funny story, I worked in an office of all women and our boss gave us all "big-girl" panties one year for Christmas to hint to some of the employees that not everything is personal and we need to act like adults and move on. It was hilarious. Hmm, I think I still have them somewhere. I actually wore them over my clothes on a particularly challenging day at work.
I'm a little sad I missed the murderous people meeting. I was in that mood a few days ago because I do not like hearing I'm not good enough. I have rarely had to hear it. As an adult, I should be hardened to it by now, but I just don't fail. I am not accustomed to it. I do it well or not at all, which has lead to a lot of quitting things. So I need to put on my big-girl panties, suck it up, and keep going.
Funny story, I worked in an office of all women and our boss gave us all "big-girl" panties one year for Christmas to hint to some of the employees that not everything is personal and we need to act like adults and move on. It was hilarious. Hmm, I think I still have them somewhere. I actually wore them over my clothes on a particularly challenging day at work.
Good evening, House of Exercisers.
My job is my workout. I may not have washboard abs, but it keeps me trim. Even if I wanted to workout, I'm too tired after work to do much of anything other than rest.
My job is my workout. I may not have washboard abs, but it keeps me trim. Even if I wanted to workout, I'm too tired after work to do much of anything other than rest.