I hiss in your general direction!

OK. So you all remember the whole debacle with my sisters package. Well, I'm still waiting to hear something, ANYTHING, about what's going on...the person I'm waiting to hear from can't seem to be bothered to call me back, and isn't ever in when I call....So I hiss in the general direction of the post office.

getting off my butt...

So I've started taking Pilates classes at a studio in Dover. The instructor is really great, and the atmosphere is fun. So far I'm enjoying it, if for no other reason than I'm getting out and getting some exercise. I even went tonight despite feeling tired and lazy (hey, going to Kate's to watch Grey's TOTALLY counts as going out and doing something). But I'm glad I went to class anyway. I'm working on knitting a hat for myself, and starting therapy on Tuesday...maybe this whole "doing-stuff-just-for-me" thing isn't so bad....

Postal Gnomes

Clearly, the Postal Gnomes have been at it again. A couple of unacknowledged gifts (Christmas and baby arrival) [And let me state for the record, i'm not looking for gushing or parades...I'd be happy with a "hey, we got it, thanks." Anyway.] and the final proof of their existence? Today I received back a package I'd sent my sister while she was in Germany. Nothing special, a couple of magazines, a couple of books (stuff to read on the bus) and 2 big bottles of rolaids and tums. Upon return receipt of the package (which, incidentally, looks like it's been to hell and back...several colors of tape, about a dozen stickers, many in languages I don't read, and thus don't understand what the particular box that was checked means, etc) I opened it (hey, I can always use rolaids at work) only to discover that what I sent was not what I received back. Oh no, not even close. Not even empty rolaids bottles. Nope. 2 replacement parts for A LAND ROVER. Bhuh?!?!

So I took it to the post office...and am now waiting for resolution....damned postal gnomes. Keep yer mitts outta my stuff!

Insufficiency

Ever have days where you just don't quite feel good enough? At anything? I've been having a spate of those lately, culminating in my breaking down in tears in my doctor's office on Tuesday. We agreed that upping the dose of my Lexapro, and seeing a counselor might not be a half bad idea. There's a lot of residual garbage left over in the nooks and crannies of my brain, a lot of it from 3 summers ago, when Dad had his accident. And a lot of trouble letting go of guilt (something I've long had trouble with). So I think this will be a good thing...maybe not initially, but most growth has a little pain associated with it, no? And maybe, just maybe, I'll start to see myself as Kate does.
I sure hope I can...but this time, I'll do it for me. Not anyone else.

oh holy productivity...

So today has been the most productive day off I've had in a long while. I didn't even take a nap today (I usually do...)! I've scrubbed the kitchen floor, done 2 loads of laundry, 2 loads of dishes, cleaned the tub and toilet, made curtains for the living room, and made part of mom's birthday present. woo! Lets hope this trend lasts through the end of the week...I have plenty to get done at work, too!

Tag, I'm it!

meme'd from Kate:
Turn to page 123 in the nearest book, go to the 5th sentence, and then type the next 3. The closest book in front of me is Grendel by John Gardner. So, here we go...

I made him what he is. Have I not a right to test my own creation? Enough!

And in case you couldn't tell by the title, it's a retelling of Beowulf, and not Frankenstein.

I don't even have anyone TO tag, so..uh...talk amongst yourselves...or do it yourself, if you like! (and then comment here, so's I know you did it...)