Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom


Pollyanna Plays On
June 30, 2008, 2:53 pm
Filed under: Culture - pop & other, General, Whining, Work | Tags: , ,

Lyda here.

“If music be the food of love, play on.”
-  William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act 1, scene i

So I’m playing on, ya’ll.

Specifically, I’m considering moving. Things on the job market are a bit… bleak. Not working much is not working for me. Especially considering how expensive it is to live here, and how much debt I have.

If anyone in Orange County needs a great organizer, or a great office manager, now is the time to let me know.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon ‘em.
-  William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, Act II, scene v

I feel as if I’m having a move thrust on me. It’s not my first choice, but it may be the best choice.

At any rate, I agree with John Gay:

Life is a jest, and all things show it,
I thought so once, and now I know it.
- John Gay, My Own Epitaph


Pollyanna, card-carrying member of the Ant Army
June 21, 2008, 9:42 am
Filed under: Family & Friends, Knitting, Spirit, Weirdness, Work | Tags: , ,

Lyda here.

Yesterday, I worked in 95 degree heat - So Cal is having another heat wave, help us Al Gore! - moving and unpacking boxes in a warehouse and carrying empty boxes to the dumpster. I was filthy, covered in old dust and dirt, sweat matting my hair. My fingernails split and broke, my feet got blisters, my muscles ached, and my breathing became ragged. For nine dollars an hour.

It confirmed so many things for me. One, of course, is that I am not suited to this kind of heavy manual labor. Also, I am grateful for every skill and gift I have that will keep me from having to do this kind of work for the rest of my life.

Also, clutter and chaos is not confined to homes. This place was unpacking after a move, which is why they had us there. There were more boxes marked “Misc” than anything else. When I moved, there was one - count ’em, one - box labeled “Misc” and I knew exactly what was in it.  Packrat-ism afflicts warehouses and offices everywhere. Each place I work, I clean and organize and declutter the office while doing the work. It’s a gift and a curse, this Cleaning Obsession o’ mine. And yes, packrat-ism is an official term. Or it should be.

Yesterday confirmed, yet again, that I work harder at any given task than any four or five other people. There were two other temps there plus various employees of the company who wandered in and out. Nice people, but all together too inclined to stop working and talk about sports, or politics, or how hot it was.

I worked hard all day. They worked… easier. With frequent pauses. Especially after the first few hours. Their natural inclination seemed to be to mill about aimlessly. Like sheep.  My natural inclination is to take charge, and I did to some degree. That’s me, I’m a sheepdog.  The company manager thought I was the supervisor of the other two temps.

I’ve had this experience many times before - I’m working flat out, and everyone else is coasting. Sometimes it makes me angry, sometimes it amuses me, often it is frustrating. I am definitely a product of my upbringing, my sturdy peasant stock. Keep going, get the work done, don’t stop until the sun sets and it’s too dark to see. Or someone loses an eye.

When we were growing up, we worked with Dad and Mom at the theater. Dad said we were better and harder workers than any of the adult volunteers, and called us his Ant Army. Mom even had Ant Army t-shirts made for us. There was nothing we would not do. We built and painted sets, we made costumes and props, we ran sound and lights, we sold tickets and soda, we cleaned up at the end of the show, we broke the sets down at the end of the run. And we acted, sang and danced too.  We were the first to arrive and the last to leave. Just like our parents. And while we had a lot of fun, we worked flat out. Dad and Mom kept an eye on us, enforcing safety rules and calling a halt when we were exhausted, while working flat out themselves. As a family, we left everyone else in the dust. If the Ant Army had been organizing that warehouse, today it would be unpacked, organized for maximum efficiency, and clean as a whistle. As it was… not so much.

It’s a family thing, a legacy, a twist to my psyche. I work hard for the money. I work hard at quilting, at cleaning, at everything. I’m the volunteer every event needs, and the manager few subordinates want.

I didn’t start learning to take it easy until I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. It has been hard to learn to ease up, to stop pushing myself so hard. To rest. To relax.

That’s why knitting is so good for me. It keeps the Ant Army part of my mind busy and let’s the rest of me relax.

Today, I’m taking the day off. To read. To quilt. To watch TV. To knit.

I may even take a nap.

But you can bet, tomorrow I’ll be hard at it again.

It’s a family thing.



Pollyanna and the Totally Random Weirdness of Hump Day

Lyda here. It’s Hump Day - time for a Random Weirdness post. Today it’s:

TOTALLY RANDOM WEIRDNESS

1.) Drunken weirdness: Dude. This is not the way to get more fiber.

2.) Lone Star weirdness: This one’s for all us Texans.

3.) Blue weirdness: They are making a live action Smurf movie. Really. Why??? Fifty years, and there’s still only one female. Her dance card must be full… if ya’ll know what I mean…

4.) Historical weirdness: Check out this modern Trojan Horse  from “The Chaser” - these guys are crazy, but in a very funny way.

5.) Deadly weirdness: The Grim Reaper looks for work. Another gem from “The Chaser”. The Resident Sith Master and I spent at least an hour watching videos from “The Chaser.”  This Pollyanna will go to any lengths to bring ya’ll the weirdness.

6.) Food weirdness: Want melon? Got $6000? So many jokes, the mind boggles…

Also: This is probably not where you want to go on a first date. I’m just saying…

7.) Work weirdness: With competition like this, I should have a job in no time, right?

8.) Shopping weirdness: Because everyone needs their own remote-control zombie. And a R2D2 pepper mill. To go with our new salt pigs. Lick the salty pig! Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

And we all need a duct tape purse. And skull and crossbones ice cubes. Arr, maties!

9.) Weird pig fun: Check out this smart pig. Feel the piggie love! Hint: Do not google “pig love” at work. But that video link is safe for work and kids. Trust Pollyanna.

10.) And finally, because Mom would have loved it:cat
more cat pictures



Pollyanna and the Freaky Friday

Lyda here. I’m waiting for word on possible temporary assignments for me,  so ya’ll keep your fingers crossed for me, ‘kay?  Yeah, I’m still Desperately Seeking Work.

Writer. Artist. Teacher. Office Manager. Organizer Extraordinare. Hard to believe employers aren’t banging down my door, isn’t it? But so far, only the Zombie Army is at the door. And they don’t care about my mad skillz. They just love me for my brain. And my heart.

Maybe my liver…

But I digress…

Of course, one day I won’t need to earn a living. The Resident Sith Master will be absolute ruler of the world, which will make me Grand Empress Dowager  and then I will live in the lavish style to which I would like to become accustomed.

But I digress again…

I named this post from the Disney film “Freaky Friday” which I would have sworn starred Hayley Mills. Who is one of my favorite actresses, and not just because she did “Pollyanna” the year I was born. And I would post a picture of her, thus ensuring future hits, but I can’t figure out how to get it posted. Curses and swearwords! Another freaky thing!

Best Hayley Mills line ever? “Listen! I have the most scathingly brilliant idea!” –as Mary in “The Trouble with Angels” (1966).

But it was not Hayley Mills, it was Jodie Foster in the 1976 ”Freaky Friday“. If I could be wrong about this, what else do I not know that I think I know???  Freaky, ya’ll.

They did a 2003 “Freaky Friday” remake with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan. I wonder what the book is like…? The author wrote the 1976 screenplay. Digressing again…

At least I got some sleep last night. Ya’ll have no idea what a relief that is, after several weeks of waking up every two hours. At least, I hope ya’ll don’t know what that’s like.  I didn’t sleep through the night, but I was able to fall back asleep when I did wake up. Ya’ll, I’ve even stopped drinking caffeine!  I don’t have trouble falling asleep; I just don’t stay asleep. The medical opinion is that it’s stress. If I won the lottery or otherwise received large amounts of cash, the stress would go away. Hello, Goddess of Money, are you listening??

Anyway, I’m having a freaky day. It started with the shower. Our shower is currently draining really slowly, so I’m taking really fast showers, which is weird for me. I’m saving water, at least. Looking on the bright side… Hey, they don’t call me Pollyanna for nothing!

Today, while in the shower, I heard a weird glugging noise. When I got out of the shower, I noticed that there was water in the (separate) bathtub. Very dirty water. Not water from my shower. Backed-up sewer water. Yuck.  Using the shower made water back up into the bathtub. Not good.  So, we need a plumber. Hey, Mario!

The next freaky thing - I got a call about a possible temporary assignment. The agency asked me if I know how to do “vlookup” in Excel. Huh? Now, I’m pretty darn good on Excel, ya’ll, but I had no idea what they were talking about. I don’t have Excel on my computer, so I got gussied up in my work clothes and went down to the agency. Where I took an Excel test which I aced - which did not mention “vlookup”. So I took another Excel test, which I also aced. Nope, no “vlookup.” While I was there, I took tests on Accounts Payable and Accounts Receivable, because they said they get a lot of call for that. I did well on them too. I talked on the phone to someone who knew what “vlookup” was. Turns out, it’s a formula in Excel.

Then I headed for home, and played with this formula on the spreadsheet program on my computer (it’s not Excel, it only plays Excel on my computer). So now I know what the formula does, and sort of how to do it. What I don’t know is, why? Why would you use this formula? Anyone out there know?

Anyway, that was freaky for little Miss Software Expert…

While I was waiting for the phone call about the assignment, I remembered that I had a doctor’s appointment. So I hustled off there. The blood tests he ordered a week ago? Came back normal (eliminating a host of not-good illnesses). But we still don’t know why I can’t breathe well, or why the medicine isn’t helping, or why I have chest pain. So, of course, he ordered more tests. One next week, the other a week later.

Why do I never get anything easy to diagnose? It’s like my body is playing some weird kind of JeopardyI’ll take “Mystery Ailments” for $2000, Alex.  My body is freaky.

So I’ve got that going for me.

On the way home, I stopped at the bank and deposited some checks and asked for my balance. Not really freaky, but disappointing.

So, I’ll be having a garage sale next weekend. I’d do it this weekend, but RSM is at his dad’s house, and I need his help. Which gives me this weekend to search out lots of things to sell. I’m tempted to sell everything not nailed down, but I’m sure RSM will restrain me from selling anything important.

Like video games.

Or the sewing machine.

The cat.

My fiber stash.

Ya’ll know. The essentials.

For now, I’m going to open a bottle of wine and turn on the tube and watch something freaky.

Have a scathingly brilliant weekend, ya’ll.



Pollyanna versus the Depression of Doom

Lyda here. Is there any other kind of depression? I mean, no one talks about the Depression of Lightheartedness. The Depression of Fantasticness. But I’m digressing. Already. As Maggie Simpson once said, “This is indeed a disturbing universe.”

I’ve been struggling especially this last month, resulting in very few posts, and in the need for Anna-Liza to smack me repeatedly - thanks BFF, I need that. I’ll try not to dwell, but let me just say, being poor and unemployed sucks.

Does anyone need a professional organizer? A writer? An office manager? A bookkeeper? A proofreader? I can be bought! That’s what he said.  Seriously, I need work. Anyone? Anyone? 

Ya’ll send “Lyda gets a fabulous job” vibes, okay?

Or, ”Lyda wins the lottery so she never has to work ever again” vibes. I’m easy. But ya’ll already knew that. 

And if I did win the lottery, I would be very generous with sharing the wealth. There would be gifts. Fiber gifts. I’m just saying…

I spent last week digging a company we shall call Procrastinators R Us out of over six months of back filing - each month’s filing being three to five feet tall. It took all week and lots of muscle power. Sheesh, people, keep up with the filing! The back you save could be mine! 

The surreal part was that their filing room - filled with huge shelves that you can move back and forth on tracks via a big crank - was a converted vault and had no air circulation.

This Pollyanna was sweating… sorry, Grandma, I mean, “glowing”… like a horse every day.

It was like being trapped in “Metropolis.”

But without the robot.

I was not sweating like a pig - pigs don’t sweat. That’s why they roll in mud - to moisten their skin and cool off. Mud also protects against sunburn. And that is your Lick The Pig Fact of the Day. 

Look - “The Joy of Pigs” ! A must-see NATURE video. Just look at the cute lickable piggies on that link!

Shit, I’m digressing again…

Doing filing for a solid week did make me appreciate all the jobs I’ve ever had that were NOT solid filing. And also, all the jobs where the room temperature was less than 85 degrees.

Meanwhile, in other whining…

My sleep has been weird; I keep waking up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep again. And I’m not sleepy at my normal bedtime, so I’ve been staying up late. Also, I’ve pretty much lost my appetite, which is very unusual for me. As one could tell by looking at me, although hopefully one would be too polite to say so.  I’ve been watching TV at weird hours (more on that in the next post), and working late into the night on my quilting Mystery Projects.

Yes, I know, how evil I am to keep mentioning the Mystery Projects when I cannot tell you about them yet. Bwahahaha!  But I can report that I’m done with three of them - completely, totally done. Three - three F.O.s! Ah-ah-ah!  And the others are getting very close to completion. Soon I will ship them out - “I’ll ship you, my pretties… and your little dog too!” … “These things have to be done delicately, delicately…” - and then I will at last be able to post about them.

Anticipation… Antici-paaation… It’s making me wait…”

Oh, now I’m craving thick fries with ketchup.

“I digress, therefore I am…”

I’ll even post a tutorial about the Mystery Projects, which are actually quite fun and go quickly.

If you don’t do 7 or 8 all at once.

Which is of course what I am doing.

Because I am insane.

But ya’ll knew that, didn’t you?



Pollyanna Explores the Options
April 2, 2008, 9:46 am
Filed under: Money, Work | Tags: ,

Lyda here. I always knew I should be earning more…

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Pollyanna Weighs In
February 22, 2008, 2:24 pm
Filed under: Culture - pop & other, Food & Drink, Politics, Spirit, Work, health | Tags: , , ,

Lyda here. Anna-Liza sent me something that got me thinking. I’ve been working on this too long, and I’m just going to post it, whether it is any good or not.

It’s time to shut up about “the Cost of Obesity.”  The article ends with a suggestion that the candidates support a ban on weight discrimination. My favorite part (page 2, second paragraph) is how the cultural stigma about being overweight contributes to negative health effects.

Size-ism affects employment, educationmedical treatment, and self-esteem. The media often portrays fat people as lazy, stupid, crude losers. Peers, teachers, employers, medical professionals often treat the overweight - and those with different body sizes and types and differing physical abilities, anyone who doesn’t seem “normal” whatever the hell that is - with contempt, as if they are less deserving of respect. As if they are, in fact, less than human.

This behavior would be outrageous if directed at any other group. A doctor, a teacher, a fellow student, a boss treating someone unfairly because of their ethnicity or religion? Intolerable!

So why would it be okay to discriminate against someone because of their body?

People who would never attack someone’s religion or ethnicity think nothing of criticizing a person’s weight, food choices, and exercise habits. This happens to people who are “average weight” and those who are “very thin” as well as those perceived as overweight. Ya’ll know how I feel about turkeys who intrude into someone’s personal life and choices without being invited.

People who would never tease someone with a disability think nothing of joking about a person’s height, body type, or athletic ability. People who would never denigrate someone’s heritage or sexual orientation think nothing of putting down a person’s hair style, clothing, or grooming.

Thinking nothing is the problem.

It is exhausting to deal with these attacks - and the more often it happens, the more it impacts self-esteem. This is harmful for children, and it’s no picnic for adults either. It creates fear and hatred.

Read this. And this.

What to do about it?

We can all work together to create an environment where every body is respected. Whatever size, whatever shape, whatever physical abilities, whatever the outer trappings.

Whatever the inner trappings too. It’s important to remember that we really don’t know what another person is dealing with. At USM, it was said over and over again, “Each person is really doing the best they can at the time. If they could do it ‘better,’ they would.”

One does use discernment to choose one’s friends, for example. And actions have consequences, sometimes including incarceration or hospitalization. But discernment is different than judgement. Consequences are different than hatred.

Hey, good news. You really are doing the best you can do in each moment. Give yourself a break.

But I digress…

Together, we can create a climate of respect and tolerance.

We can treat each other as fellow beings worthy of respect and love.

If you have any questions on how to do this, I would suggest you consult the nearest dog or cat. They’ve got this down, ya’ll.

Okay, all together: “I’d like to teach the world to sing…”



Pollyanna and the Co-Workers of Doom
January 24, 2008, 7:59 pm
Filed under: Whining, Work

Lyda here. “The stories you are about to see are true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.” Seriously. All true. The last two are the best.

25 Annoying Things To Do At Work

1) Hunker down in one coworker’s cubicle and whisper - pretending that no one can hear you even though the cubicles are made of CLOTH and the dividing walls are only 5 feet high…

And they are made of CLOTH.

2) And when the coworker in the next cubicle stands up, thus able to see you in all your whispering glory - stand up, stop talking, and rush back to your own cubicle. Don’t talk to that coworker the rest of the day.

3) Remember, it’s all about you.

  • Make a mess in the kitchen area and walk away.
  • Jam the copier and walk away.
  • Put your banana peel in the paper recycling bin and your paper in the garbage.
  • Arrive for the office baby shower / birthday / retirement party without a gift or potluck dish. Stand in the way of coworkers who are setting up. Eat lots of food. Leave your plate, chicken bones and all, on the table. Walk out, brushing past the coworkers who are cleaning up.

4) Say “Shit!” and hit the “Close” button when a coworker approaches the elevator.

5) Spend all morning loudly talking about your lunch plans with other coworkers. Tell everyone to gather at your cubicle. Laugh and talk as you leave - - and then, only then, turn to the coworker in the cubicle next to yours and say, “You don’t want to come, do you?”

6) Make frequent personal phone calls, so that all coworkers around you know everything about your relationships, your family’s health, your dating disasters, and your finances.

7) Tell your lover to send her/his highly-perfumed letters to you at the office, so neither of your spouses suspect. Meanwhile, present yourself as a model of fundamentalist Christian rectitude. Frequently criticise public figures and coworkers who may be having sex outside of marriage. Pontificate about the sin of divorce and infidelity.

Ignore the fact that your divorced coworker actually sorts the mail and puts yours on your desk.

And is not an idiot.

8.) When a coworker arrives a few minutes late, greet them loudly so that everyone - especially the boss - knows what time they came in. Optional: look at the clock, shake your head, and make a note on your list.

Even though you are NOT the boss.

Even though the slightly-late coworker is YOUR boss.

Bonus points for doing this with a coworker who is on a different work schedule than you, and thus is not actually late.

9) Cry gustily at your desk. Frequently. Leave your desk often to talk to friends about your problems. Refuse to accomplish any work because your life is just so hard. Be rude to coworkers who pick up the slack. Be surprised when your supervisor calls you on this.

10) Upon meeting your new supervisor, tell them that you should have been promoted to their job. Pretend you do not hear this upstart when they speak to you. Refuse to do anything they tell you to do.

Escalate from there.

11) Harass a subordinate until they transfer. Blame their supervisor (who reports to you and has been trying to protect the subordinate from your harassment even though HR doesn’t give a shit). Be sure to lower their rating on their annual review because of this.

12) Ask stupid questions in meetings. Argue with the coworker who answers your stupid questions. Even if it is your boss. Bore everyone by insisting on reading aloud your long pointless stupid reports.

Repeat, so that all meetings are twice as long as scheduled and four times as long as needed.

13) Point out to your boss that the department has too many people. Suggest specific coworkers to lay off.

Loudly.

With the office door is open.

14) Complain that the snacks for the meetings are always cookies and donuts and they are BAD.

Complain when there are no cookies or donuts at the next meeting.

15) Spend every day snubbing your coworkers and not answering their work-related requests. Then throw a huge hissy fit when they don’t invite you to share the birthday cake.

16) Eat loudly and constantly at your desk in Cubicle Land. Eat things that smell… odd…

17) Insist that everything your coworker eats and/or drinks is killing them RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD HOW CAN YOU PUT THAT IN YOUR BODY!!! Um, I may have mentioned this one before. Once. Or twice.

18.) Go to work even though you are deathly ill. Spend all day coughing, sneezing, wheezing, whining, hacking, spitting, and bitching - the 7 Dwarves of Illness. Blow your nose loudly and frequently at your desk.

Refuse to go home, even when the boss insists. Even when the boss’s boss insists.

19) Enter a coworker’s cubicle and stand right behind their chair, so they cannot turn to face you or even move. Put your hand on the back of their chair, causing them to jerk backwards.

Bonus points if you know that your coworker has a medical condition that makes this extremely painful.

20) Use way too much perfume / cologne. Be sure to apply it in the elevator, the bathroom - or right in your cubicle.

Alternatively, do not bathe. Ever. Until your coworkers can not enter your cubicle because of the smell. Until they rise up and force your boss to confront you.

21) Always use the speaker phone. Dial while on speaker phone. Let the busy signal go on for at least a minute before you disconnect.

22) Receive frequent cell phone calls at work. Be sure to have your ringer turned up as loud as possible, so that your coworkers can hear “Boogie Nights” many times a day.

23) Hold loud conversations in the aisles and halls. Hold conference calls in an office but don’t close the door.

Bonus points if you tell dirty jokes in more than one language.

24) Clip your fingernails over the trashcan in the bathroom.

25) Clip your fingernails at your desk…

In your tiny cubicle.

Where your coworkers can hear every click of the clippers.

And every ping of nails flying across the room and hitting a cubicle wall.

Shudder.

Why, yes, I have worked with some charming people in my time. Why do you ask?



Pollyanna can’t count, and other things you already knew
January 16, 2008, 1:16 pm
Filed under: Whining, Work

Lyda here.

Curses and swearwords!

It’s official. I can NOT count to twenty.

I also cannot understand simple directions.

It seems I’m incapable of performing the most menial and simple of tasks without falling on my face.

Sometimes literally. Ouch!

How many times in one day can one person say, “I messed up, I’m sorry”?

The count goes on… erroneously….

Since I can not count to twenty, I won’t really be able to keep an accurate count, will I?

Calgon, take me away!

“I fancy somewhere sunny.”



Pollyanna Greets the New Year
January 2, 2008, 1:34 pm
Filed under: Family & Friends, Knitting, Movies, Quilting, Spirit, Work

Lyda here. Yes, greeting the new year a day late. Hey, yesterday was my birthday, and I did nothing but fun stuff with my son.

We saw a movie - of course. What did you expect me to do on my special day?! Ya’ll know I’m a movie addict, and happy with it. Of all the things I might resolve to change in this new year, my Massive Movie Addiction is so not one of them. Oh, but I digress…

And that’s not changing either. Just so ya’ll know. Oh yeah, ending a digression by starting another one. I am the Queen.

We saw the new ”National Treasure” movie and enjoyed it thoroughly. Nicolas Cage being smart and passionate and cute, action, adventure, humor - what more could I want for my birthday movie? But I got more - the super special bonus of Helen Mirren in all her classy feisty smart goodness. I want to be her some day. Or Nora, of course. Do you think Helen knits? I bet she does. All the best people do. Oh, digressing again…

We had a wonderful feast of My Famous Roast Chicken (TM) and there are leftovers for me tonight, woo-hoo! We played video games, and he even played “Star Wars Legos II” with me - a game he finds annoying, especially when played with me - because it was my birthday. I love that game - when you shoot a Storm Trooper, they explode into their component legos which I think is hilarious. And the Lego Han Solo is a goofball. Silly!

We sat down to our dinner and a movie - we were planning on watching the “Narnia” DVD a friend loaned us. But we were interupted - first by a phone call from My Brother The Doctor, and then by the Evil Stepmother stopping by with goodies. So lots of talking and laughing ensued, and we gave up on the movie and went to bed. Earlier in the day, my sis and my Gorgeous And Younger brother had each called me. I had talked to Gorgeous and Available Engineer bro the day before. And BFF and I had a very long chat on Sunday. If I were a Sim, my “Social” bar would definitely be full.

On New Year’s Eve, I got a call from Second Son “Chuck Norris” which was a fantastic and unexpected gift. He loves the “Chuck Norris Bites Frost” scarf - of course, I had also sent a copy of the entry on naming it that, which made him laugh. His sister loves the Global Warming scarf. His mom is jealous and is threatening to borrow both scarves. Look, references to knitting! I bet that surprised ya’ll!

I spent Monday puttering about the house doing some repairs and such, and most importantly -

DRUM ROLL PLEASE

Piecing together the back of the Frog Prince Quilt! Oh yes I did! As always, it took longer than I thought it would, so I didn’t have time to pin together the layers of the quilt, but the machine sewing is DONE for this quilt. Do the Happy Dance!

The Resident Sith Master is at his dad’s the rest of this week, so I can get some more done on both quilts. And cast on the scarf for GAAE brother. And watch lots of TV, of course. But not as much as I have been, because…

Today is my first day back at work. I’m feeling good and feisty and ready for this. Especially for earning money after a month of no income. Money good.

I’m still working on my New Year’s resolutions, such as they will be. Being gentle with myself is the most important thing, and my resolutions will reflect that. So, ya’ll can expect a big ol’ post about that soon. I know you can hardly wait. Oh, hush.

In fact, there will be many posts. I’m working on a Weirdness post right now (which I hope will make you laugh and therefore live long and prosper - big ol’ hint). And then there is a link Anna-Liza sent me, which makes a fine beginning to another post…

Yes, there will be many posts and much weirdness and TV and movies, and hopefully a zombie or two. And oh yeah, fiber.

Ah, I missed posting every day. I missed ya’ll. 

I’m baaacccccccccckkkkkkkkkk!