After ovulating for what felt like 5 days, I finally feel good again. Actually, I feel great! This is what I like to call the manic part of my cycle. It doesn't happen every month (luckily for my family), but I still recognize it when I experience it.
Want me to proofread an 800-page thesis? No problem!
Should I make pumpkin muffins, starting with a whole pumpkin? You got it!
To blog, or not to blog? No time like the present!
Actually, I'm not running around my house in some kind of cleaning, über-mother frenzy, but I do get quite silly and chatty.
This is one thing that's set me off, thanks to my lovely husband. The song has become an earworm, one that cannot be banished by my usual method--singing a ditty that my daughter came up with herself when she was 2 or 3. B-O-M-B-Y!
Weather-bitching level: 2
It's been raining off and on (2/3 on) all day. I'm reserving level 3 for days-on-end rain or snow, which have both happened here in the past.
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Maiden Post
After a day of trying to get through, I was finally about to sign up on BlogSpot. Unfortunately, I felt like hammered crap at the time and so was unable to scrape together anything remotely sensible to post. Damn the luck!
I jokingly told my husband that I would start a blog just so he wouldn't have to listen to me bitch about my favorite topics anymore: the weather here in Germany (we're definitely not in Texas anymore!), a lingering cold, and my period. I will refrain from bitching about George Bush, because I can't manage to make a coherent argument against his policies. I am reduced to frothing at the mouth and screeching "Hate! Hate! Hate!" Around here, I'm preaching to the choir, and my husband willingly joins in on the Bush-bashing, so I've already got an outlet for that.
Weather-bitching level: 0 [on a scale of 0 up to 3]
It was a gorgeous fall day, sunny and warm, so there's nothing to complain about there.
But that won't stop me from taking on other, more deserving, topics. Like my lovely husband deciding to use up some stinky cheese he bought when the store was out of cheddar. Instead of just slicing it onto a sandwich, he felt that homemade fondue was just the use for it. So now my microwave and entire kitchen smells like crotch. I hope to be able to downgrade the stench to "old socks" tomorrow, but that remains to be seen. This site says the flavor is "sweet-sour". If by that they mean "unwashed underwear", then they've hit the nail on the head. So, gentle reader, unless you are a stinky cheese aficionado, I advise you to avoid Mondseer.
I jokingly told my husband that I would start a blog just so he wouldn't have to listen to me bitch about my favorite topics anymore: the weather here in Germany (we're definitely not in Texas anymore!), a lingering cold, and my period. I will refrain from bitching about George Bush, because I can't manage to make a coherent argument against his policies. I am reduced to frothing at the mouth and screeching "Hate! Hate! Hate!" Around here, I'm preaching to the choir, and my husband willingly joins in on the Bush-bashing, so I've already got an outlet for that.
Weather-bitching level: 0 [on a scale of 0 up to 3]
It was a gorgeous fall day, sunny and warm, so there's nothing to complain about there.
But that won't stop me from taking on other, more deserving, topics. Like my lovely husband deciding to use up some stinky cheese he bought when the store was out of cheddar. Instead of just slicing it onto a sandwich, he felt that homemade fondue was just the use for it. So now my microwave and entire kitchen smells like crotch. I hope to be able to downgrade the stench to "old socks" tomorrow, but that remains to be seen. This site says the flavor is "sweet-sour". If by that they mean "unwashed underwear", then they've hit the nail on the head. So, gentle reader, unless you are a stinky cheese aficionado, I advise you to avoid Mondseer.
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