I ache in the places where I used to play
Mar. 17th, 2009 08:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twoweevilsToday I am not a weevil. I am a WEASEL. Actually, a bag of weasels. Bad tempered. Snarky. Irritable. Weasel.
And the reasons for my general annoyance are as follows...
- The shirt I ironed to wear this morning had a stain on the collar that I didn't notice until I was ready to go. Where do white shirts get these bizarre yellowish stains? I don't sweat that much. Honest.
- I'm unhappy with what I threw on instead. It makes me look lumpy.
- I don't have a spring coat. I went shopping for one on Sunday. They had four and all of them were ugly as a bag of fuck.
- The babymaking business is not going well. We cancelled February because of cysts, general hormonal sluggishness, and the unavailability of our preferred jism. In March, the follicles didn't mature properly before I ovulated so that was cancelled. The end is very much in sight. My period is due on Sunday and I'm anticipating the new cycle with equal parts excitement and dread.
- As part of our commitment to examine all options, we will be attending an information session with the Children's Aid Society to learn more about adoption. From what I've read so far, a public adoption would most likely mean we would be matched with an older child with special needs. I don't think I can handle that. Private adoption isn't really a viable option because the birth parents get to select the adoptive parents and who the fuck is going to give their kid to a pair fat ladies in their forties? I wouldn't. If laying down the $15K for a private adoption would guarantee a baby, I wouldn't hesitate. As it is, the ROI is almost as poor as for fertility treatments.
- I know I sound harsh and cynical. Deal with it.
- Bought the NETbooks but haven't been able to connect them to the, you know, interNET. Ran the wireless network wizard, entered the encryption key. It sees our wireless network and the signal strength is good, but it tells us we have limited or no connectivity. Ran the wizard to fix that and it didn't work. Something about the IP address. We've tried tweaking a few settings based on K's internet research, but no luck so far. They may be going back to the store. We didn't have anything like this kind of trouble with the laptop. *sigh* Where's Chuck and the Nerd Herd when you need them?
- I have a big patch of rosacea on the right side of my face.
- My sister is annoyed at me for not telling her about the Mother's CT scan/bloodwork/ultrasound/thyroid thingy. And the Mother is all, "I didn't tell you not to say anything." Yes, Mother. But you didn't tell me to spread the word, either. You didn't want to tell anyone else until you had more information because you didn't want to worry them. Worrying me is okay, of course, because I don't go into hysterics. At least I don't in front of you.
- I am not wearing green today. Anyone who asks me why is told that I do not need to wear green because I am actually Irish. Yes, I do know how snotty that sounds. I honestly don't mind other people making cheerful gits of themselves with shamrocks and green food...although green beer is an abomination.
- I don't feel well. Nothing you can put your finger on. Just a general malaise. I passed out for two hours after work yesterday and passed the rest of the evening diguised as a slug.
In less disconsolate news, Kings is intriguing, the sun is shining, cats are adorable, and no giant squid-like monsters have attacked us yet today.
M.
And the reasons for my general annoyance are as follows...
- The shirt I ironed to wear this morning had a stain on the collar that I didn't notice until I was ready to go. Where do white shirts get these bizarre yellowish stains? I don't sweat that much. Honest.
- I'm unhappy with what I threw on instead. It makes me look lumpy.
- I don't have a spring coat. I went shopping for one on Sunday. They had four and all of them were ugly as a bag of fuck.
- The babymaking business is not going well. We cancelled February because of cysts, general hormonal sluggishness, and the unavailability of our preferred jism. In March, the follicles didn't mature properly before I ovulated so that was cancelled. The end is very much in sight. My period is due on Sunday and I'm anticipating the new cycle with equal parts excitement and dread.
- As part of our commitment to examine all options, we will be attending an information session with the Children's Aid Society to learn more about adoption. From what I've read so far, a public adoption would most likely mean we would be matched with an older child with special needs. I don't think I can handle that. Private adoption isn't really a viable option because the birth parents get to select the adoptive parents and who the fuck is going to give their kid to a pair fat ladies in their forties? I wouldn't. If laying down the $15K for a private adoption would guarantee a baby, I wouldn't hesitate. As it is, the ROI is almost as poor as for fertility treatments.
- I know I sound harsh and cynical. Deal with it.
- Bought the NETbooks but haven't been able to connect them to the, you know, interNET. Ran the wireless network wizard, entered the encryption key. It sees our wireless network and the signal strength is good, but it tells us we have limited or no connectivity. Ran the wizard to fix that and it didn't work. Something about the IP address. We've tried tweaking a few settings based on K's internet research, but no luck so far. They may be going back to the store. We didn't have anything like this kind of trouble with the laptop. *sigh* Where's Chuck and the Nerd Herd when you need them?
- I have a big patch of rosacea on the right side of my face.
- My sister is annoyed at me for not telling her about the Mother's CT scan/bloodwork/ultrasound/thyroid thingy. And the Mother is all, "I didn't tell you not to say anything." Yes, Mother. But you didn't tell me to spread the word, either. You didn't want to tell anyone else until you had more information because you didn't want to worry them. Worrying me is okay, of course, because I don't go into hysterics. At least I don't in front of you.
- I am not wearing green today. Anyone who asks me why is told that I do not need to wear green because I am actually Irish. Yes, I do know how snotty that sounds. I honestly don't mind other people making cheerful gits of themselves with shamrocks and green food...although green beer is an abomination.
- I don't feel well. Nothing you can put your finger on. Just a general malaise. I passed out for two hours after work yesterday and passed the rest of the evening diguised as a slug.
In less disconsolate news, Kings is intriguing, the sun is shining, cats are adorable, and no giant squid-like monsters have attacked us yet today.
M.