In the works.

Ok, so this month is somewhat easier for me, if only that so far I'm not working overtime. Instead, I'm cramming my usual weekly workload into four days so that I can be ridiculously busy or out of town on the weekends. So, stories that have happened that I haven't yet posted are:

"Who's got the tickets?" (or, the angriest I've ever almost been at Daddo)
"Rugrats and invalids"
And finally, it took thirty years, but... "Astrowahoo gets the abstinance talk"

So get ready, because when I get a couple of uninterrupted hours I'm ready to unleash on the blogosphere. In the meantime, I'll try to post a couple of pics of the Dumpster, and this coming weekend I'm meeting little ADD!

delinquint and distracted

I was chastized (by proxy) for not blogging more lately. The thing is, I've been working enough that nothing really story worthy has happened to me, with one exception, but it's not my story to tell. When not working I confess to being distracted by Facebook and Twitter, but 140 characters isn't astrowahoo, and I've got a few half-composed blog posts in my head. Many revolve around one topic, and I wasn't really ready to discuss it here, I wanted to work it out a bit on my own and in more controlled settings. I was pretty sure that life changing decisions granted you a two-year grace period before the next came along. But what the hell, let's lay it out there.

I'm thinking about going back to grad school. Not BU. Not astronomy. I'm about to start talking to a professor my client has lined up about getting a degree in applied mathematics. So now you can all tell me how crazy I am and I'll keep you posted on the famous J----- family decision matrix.

Also, I'll try to post more often.

new and improved

I can now blog from my blackberry. This, when discovered last week, seemed like the penultimate blogging leap forward. Now, however, I can twit (I like that better than tweet) and discovered tonight the ability to connect blog- and tweet-ospheres. True madness envelopes the world, but really, I'm thinking it's a good thing. I'm new to Twitter, but the appeal of the mini-blog was always clear. I like an audience (who doesn't?), I like to tell stories (why else would I be here?), and I like to think others wouldn't mind reading my comments on my world. So I've added a new feature to the sidebar, and will let that be my excitement for the day. It's either that or the hour long sitting session while waiting for the hotel shuttle to pick me up after my meetings today - turns out they thought I wanted to be dropped off at the campus, and were wondering why I hadn't come to the lobby for my ride... Hint: don't ask for my cell phone number if you're not going to use it to locate me. I'm just saying. I'd have gone back to the museum to see the Rodin collection if I'd've known.

Now, after three and a half hours of work phone calls after a full day of meetings? I'm packing it in. Enjoy the twitterific snark, or the snark-tastic tweets. Just don't blow the whistle on my fun. TWEET!!

Miracles and Rewards

Tonight I did the thing no woman should ever have to do. I went (gasp) bathing suit shopping. I've got a vacation with Janemyjane and Neeners coming up at the end of August, and we're going to be lazing about on a beach. Apparently, this requires an outfit, of the skimpy and spandex variety.

I know I'm a big girl, and I need to lose some weight. That said, I don't have a cascade of body issues - I'm pretty comfortable with who I am and how I look. Enough men have been more than happy to see me naked, and that alleviates the secret fears of being scary and hideous - maybe I am, but I don't know it. The part of me I hate most? My knees. It's ridiculous, I know, but I think I have chubby knees, and regardless of how chubby the rest of me may or may not be, I have never thought my knees were attractive. How knees can be attractive, I don't know, but mine aren't.

However, back to the topic on hand; bathing suits are not flattering unless you're a stick. They're spandex, which may smooth part of you, but leaves the rest to do strange things where the constrictive fabric ends. Very few women are comfortable in a bathing suit. The last time I was in a bathing suit was when I was in Greece, and I was too busy being in lurve to think about what I looked like - I love that about being around someone who you know likes you as you are, you lose your concern about your faults. Anyway, it's been a while, and while I still own that bathing suit, I'm not sure I know where it is, and, well, it's a bikini, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that all over again. So, having waiting until almost August, I'm late to the swimsuit market and dreading it. Thanks be to Jane. She clued me in to MiracleSuits. They are, quite simply, magic. They claim to make you look ten pounds slimmer, and I don't know or care about that, because they are comfortable, and flattering, and I liked how I felt in it. Of course, being a bathing suit, I saw some leg cellulite I hadn't realized was there, and those knees aren't hidden, but a girl can't have everything. Block Island, here I come! Note to self, dig out that old wrap...

As a reward, I went to the book store, where I may have forgotten my promise to live frugally this month in preparation for vacation at the end. Let's view it as cheap entertainment, and leave it at that. Besides, I got a new journal for working on blog posts and such away from the computer. I have a couple of stories and rants in the works, and rather than just working them out in my head, I want to flesh them out and edit them for real. I'll keep you posted - hee!

Insomnia and a milestone

I just realized that I passed the two year blogger mark - the archives are back. I read through them tonight, and it's been a crazy couple of years. I'm finally sleepy, so that's all for tonight.