Posted July 14, 2008on:
I didn’t realize it had been quite that long since I wrote about the Elephant on My Head. I feel much better now.
So, first things first, the password for the post below can be acquired in two ways.
- It is the name of the character that said, “Life…don’t talk to me about life” from a certain work that answered the question to life, the universe and everything.
- You can email me at rtissues at gmail dot com. But try the first one first – its much more fun.
And for those that had the password before, it is the same.
Now that the administrative stuff is out of the way, I really have nothing to say because all I’ve been doing is (a) working (b) WORKING and (c) working. And drinking some wine.
We made it to the driving range a couple of times and it is abundantly clear I haven’t been out in almost TWO YEARS because the driving range is just not fun. Apparently, Wii golf doesn’t count when it comes to playing real golf.
The first time we went out, my sides hurt for awhile. Then I spent about 8 hours over the course of two days working on other people’s swimming strokes (have not done this in YEARS). And then I had to go to work and try to maintain some semblance of normalcy in my private life.
Thank god the cleaning service came at some point in there. Really, I don’t know what I’d do without them.
And then the thing in the password protected post happened and weirded me out.
So I have a month off working weekends. Not that it matters because next weekend I have an optometrist appointment, then have to stop wearing my contacts and on the 31st I go under the laser. Am quite excited about this: not only do I get my vision corrected, but my mommy is coming to take care of me and cook. Daddy is coming too. Maybe I can guilt him into kindly ask him to be removing the laminate from the laundry room for me because its pretty nasty?
So yes, a rather abrupt end, but I have to go get ready for the thing in the password protected post.