Time? What time?

May 10th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (2 Comments)

I’m one of the seva coordinators for the Fairfield satsang. This means I have, essentially, a part-time volunteer job. A job I’m not entirely sure I have time for. It’s only May and I’m already feeling overwhelmed – and I’m not even doing the bulk of the work, my partner is.

This morning, for instance, I finally booted up the satsang laptop. (I’ve had it for a week.) I need to edit the letter header because the old logo is outdated, print out the assigned seva letters in duplicate, add a layout for printing reports, assign sevas to a few people we haven’t done yet, and in general catch up. Sound fairly easy? Well.

I had to install print drivers on the laptop. Then I ran out of ink for my printer (of course). I’ve been working on this since I got up. I’m supposed to go meet my co-coordinator at one, but I haven’t even showered yet. So what am I sitting here blogging for?

Good question. I guess I just need to vent. I feel overwhelmed. I intended to finish prairieagcoop.com this morning, and I haven’t even cracked that yet. And, in an attempt to transfer files, I unplugged the printer from the laptop, which shut down Windows. Argh! Damn USB anyway.

I’m also the satsang webmaster, and I have two weeks’ worth of emails to go through – they all contain changes to the site. I needed to do that this morning too: but when? I also have to go to Christina’s and work on assigning sevas, visit the bank, buy groceries, and have dinner on the table at 6:00! And tomorrow through Thursday I work, and Friday… Basically, I’ve been doing website or satsang stuff on Mondays and Fridays, which leaves me the weekends for household work, and while I manage to find time for knitting I’m still behind on everything. I needed to have prarieagcoop.com finished today! And it’s 12:34 already!


May 10th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (3 Comments)

Sunday morning Brett and I had a fight.

Actually, when I say we ‘fight’ it usually means one of us says, “Why don’t you just get the fuck away from me for awhile,” followed by many hours of silence, followed by our usual giggling silliness.

This fight, however, was my fault. I tried really hard to make it not be my fault, but it just was. I was being petty, selfish, mean, and childish. All at once. So I apologized (to Brett’s back) and when I didn’t get a response I left the room.

Brett proceded to sleep much of the day. He slept in bed until noon, and then he took a nap on the couch a few hours later. I guess he was really tired.

I was pissed off at myself, so I attacked some housework with a vengeance. I hate housework. It’s much easier to do when you’re angry or depressed. I’ve often suspected that an antiseptically clean house is a sign of a bad marriage.

Brett didn’t talk to me until he’d been up for several hours. He sure knows how to make a girl sad.

By the end of the day we were fine again, and we didn’t go to bed mad. Not that I like fighting with him, but at least we do sometimes! It means we’re normal, I think.

LOTD 5.7.04

May 7th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in LOTD - (0 Comments)

Addicting Games.com. You know, for boredom.

Bowling Banquet

May 7th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (0 Comments)

Today I’m working, and it is not, as I’d feared, The Most Beautiful Day Of The Year. It’s overcast, and a bit chilly. A nice day, no doubt, but not the nicest.

I went to the bowling banquet last night. The ‘banquet’ was a potluck at the bowling alley, complete with special bowling alley odor, and a hard-to-hear, mic-free presentation of awards.

Myself, I left with a little wooden bowling pin with my name on it, twenty bucks, and a seedling mum. Not a bad haul, really, especially when you consider the chocolate chip cookie/cream cheese icing/chocolate pudding dessert thingy I had three pieces of.

Anna got a trophy for her 602 series; she was completely geeked out, having never received a trophy before. She also got a WIBC pin.

After the event, Anna stayed to bowl a game with a few others, and I caught a ride back to the square where my Jeep was parked. I took Lucy’s banquet spoils to her and hung out for half an hour or so with her and Jana and the baby, to whom I sang a few songs.

Eventually I picked up Miko and headed homeward, where I passed out and slept the sleep of a girl who had had one and a half cocktails before dinner.

I had lunch today at La Hacienda with Joe. I ate the mushroom quesadilla – they have truly miraculous Mexican melting cheese there.

After work today I intend to visit The At Home Store for some yarn, and then – no ifs, ands, or buts about it – I’m going home and taking a nap, dammit.

Brett says he’ll be working all weekend, so come hell or high water I will complete my latest website gig, and maybe even re-do my own site some.

Off to do the weekly dispatch installation report. Ciao.

Yesterday I was home with, ah, shall we say ‘unhappy guts.’ I wasn’t exactly terribly sick, but you gotta understand at work I share a bathroom with men; and it’s pretty boomy, that bathroom, and it’s right on the hallway, and I just didn’t want to have to go in there. If you know what I mean.

Long story short, I’m working tomorrow to make up for not being here yesterday, and THAT means that I’ll be indoors on what will be – judging by today’s weather – The Most Beautiful Day Of The Year.

In other words, I’m boycotting bar food.

I was joined in my misery yesterday by Joe, who’d come out the night before to shoot guns with Brett down in the back 40. He crashed on our couch, but our couch killed him. He moved like an old man all day yesterday, poor guy. I hate back pain.

This morning I came in early, and went to 2nd Street for coffee… and Misty and Steve and Penny and Enzo were all there, and they were interesting and fun and I was late to work AGAIN because all those swingshift workin’ people distracted me. Argh! I NEVER WANT TO WORK AGAIN, I JUST WANT TO FUCK OFF FOR A LIVING!

Last night, Brett and Joe and I went to La Hacienda for Cinquo de Mayo. (Mainly because I’d been sick all day and didn’t want to cook dinner.) I feel bad about not giving all of my Mexican food business to Los Portales, but at La Hacientda you can drink margeritas and smoke cigarettes, and they’ve got climate control. A/C is a really huge factor when picking a restaurant most of the time.

It’s 1:05 so I’m off to lunch.

LOTD 5.6.04

May 6th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in LOTD - (1 Comments)

I really enjoyed my visit to designbyfire.com, a nifty techy-geeky-homey site. It uses MT, so there’s hope for my future layout to not look exactly like MT.

If ya wanna email me…

May 6th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Web - (0 Comments)

I got sick of all the spam. And the bounces on messages I didn’t even send. Argh.

Therefore, I have disabled all my old email addresses. All of ’em. Every single last one. My new address is posted in Rants, and of course you can always reach me using Rants’ messaging feature or the Feedback form.

Damn spammers. I hate them!

Short outage

May 6th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (0 Comments)

Rants and MT comments didn’t work for a bit this morning.

I disabled my old administrative account, “mush,” and since all of the scripts belonged to that user they wouldn’t execute until I chown’d those scripts to the new admin username.

I think everything works now, but if you have any problems, please let me know by using the feedback form. Thanks.


May 4th, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (0 Comments)

I haven’t had much time lately to work on the new goblinbox.com layout, so we’re stuck for now with this fairly plain MT style. Someday I’ll get to it, I promise! For now, you’ll have to content yourself with the usual suspects: the board, my blog, and my knitting prowess.

Peafowl, porches

May 3rd, 2004 | Posted by administratrix in Blurbs - (3 Comments)

As you may know, we’ve only got peacocks right now. No peahens. I found this Iowa hatchery and think I’ll have to order myself some peahens! I think I also want some guineas, and maybe some ornamental layers. I’d order them today, but I have to pay the mortgage today instead. Sigh.

This topic brings me to the porch, since I’m certain peafowl love porches.

(Click to see me bigger!)

This weekend Brett put in another French door. Now we have two that open onto… a non-decked porch. Someday it will be the coolest porch in the world, but right now it’s a bunch of slats with tarps nailed to them. Sigh again.

Well, I gotta go get in the shower so I can be on time for my lunch date. Ciao!