Feb 16 2009
tigger
That’s who I feel like right now, because I have been sitting down ALL DAY LONG, catching up on schoolwork. Today my goal was to write three papers, and it took nine hours, but: goal accomplished!!! Unfortunately, I…might or might not still have *coughthreemorepaperscough*.
I have been pretty focused all weekend long, actually. Friday night I hung out with the girls and watched movies while John went to a fancy work-related to-do. Saturday I cleaned the house, enjoyed my new toy (John got me an iTouch for V-day), and also enjoyed the really awesome valentine’s dinner John cooked for us (um, yay for men who insist that v-day is purely a girl’s holiday, period). Sunday we cleaned the house, including a two-hour floor-to-ceiling scrub down of my kitchen. I woke up feeling cleany and I tend to take advantage of those times as they come few and far between. However, cleany-feeling or not, that kitchen was nasty. It was harboring terrorists in the corner, under the crumbs. I even cleaned all the windows on the first floor, and I am not ashamed to admit that that particular chore? Never been done in the over two years we’ve lived here. But they’re clean now! Also, I made kick-ass chicken and dumplings, quite possibly the best I’ve ever done. It was tasty. I’ll post the recipe. Warning: I use Bisquick. I know, I know. It’s probably one of the easiest things to duplicate at home with fresher ingredients but I just haven’t gotten around to it, okay? Gosh.
Today I woke up super early (7…on a day off. Sacrilege!) and worked out, started laundry, and hunkered down with these papers. I can’t believe I let myself get so behind. I am sad to say (and actually, unlike the unwashed window situation, in this case I AM ashamed to admit) I used my grandmother’s recent passing as an excuse. However, in my defense, she passed right at the same time as the recent happenings were going down, and I really was distracted by all of it.
Yes, my grandmother died just over a week ago. I told my mom (who was there at the time) that I really didn’t know what to say–of course, it was sad, yet, I knew her so little. So I was sad, but not sad, and then guilty for not being more sad, and then confused about the whole thing, and then more guilty because I wasn’t sure how to console my mom, who I was ultimately the most sad for…you get the picture. However, in the end, it really was for the best. She was 92, and while her body was relatively healthy, her mind was not. It really was no way to live, and she died peacefully, in her sleep. So. Thank you in advance for your kind words. I’m just so bad at true emotion (really. I mean, beyond drama and excitement, I really am…sort of emotionally shy) that I won’t know how to gracefully thank you individually, and holy god I sound sort of stuck-up what with the blanket thank you to my imaginary adoring audience. Never mind. I loved my grandma, she had soft skin and made really great sausage rolls and I have her hands, and that’s all I’m going to say on the subject, the end.
Okay, awkward. I really need to go.
Tschuss!!
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