I think I heard someone say it was called the sun. It looks familiar, but its been so long…
Lost one pound this week. Which is a miracle.
Got some lovely stuff to make a stroganoff tomorrow night to welcome Cuz to the country. So excited to see her. Also bought some new bedside lamps for the guest room so that they’d actually match.
Tomorrow I receive our new wireless router and we go 21st Century around here!
So busy busy day tomorrow!
And I’m on holiday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Most people who know me today, who haven’t known me my entire life, would never believe how shy I actually am. I have spent my entire life pushing that shyness into a box deep inside me. But I still am really really shy.
I was the hiding behind mom’s skirts kind of shy for a very very long time. So shy that even family gatherings made me feel a little sick, especially if they were full of all sides of my family, such as my uncle’s families and the like. I knew who they all were, more or less, but I could never remember all their names, or what I was suppose to call them, i.e. should I call Cousin X’s Aunt, aunt? Or is she not my aunt, so I should just call her Y? And I was always too shy to ask anyone, even my mother, the names of people I was suppose to know already and couldn’t remember. So I would hide. Behind my mother. With the cousins I did know.
I think being shy is what leads, in some part, for me at least, to being Borderline Agoraphobic. Its that same sort of sick feeling inside, slightly embarrassed, nervous, unsure. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I do know that one person and I don’t remember that I know them? That has actually happened to me at work. People have come to the office and have been all ‘Hi Robyn, How are you?’ and I fake my way through knowing who they are until I figure it out. And strangly, its people that are coming to see me that I do this with the most. I can almost always identify for my boss who someone is (he’s brain is worse than mine!) or if the CEO shouts out “Whose that guy we know at XXX?” I can tell him. But if I run into some vendor of mine in the lobby of our main building? I usually can’t remember who they are, unless I’ve met them at least 2 or 3 times.
In some weird way this is wrapping itself up in the way I feel about my cousin being here for a week. For 99.999999% of it, I am so excited to see her I could die. We haven’t seen each other in about 10 years, we’ve always gotten along great (including a truly memorable trip to London with her and our grandmother OMG 23 years ago) and I can’t wait to hear straight from the horses mouth what it is like to live in a country like East Timor, where she’s been for donkey’s years. But that .0000001% of me is that little girl who wants to go hide behind her mother’s skirts.
That same part of me is floating around right now because I’ve just been assigned to represent NISP at both Science and Innovation Week organisational meetings, and for Darwin200 organisational meetings. I know my role, event space offering, I know what I can tell them in terms of discounts vs donated space. But my heart is in my throat at the idea that the Tuesday after I get back from holiday I have to walk into the meeting room they’ve booked at a City Centre Hotel and say “Hi, Robyn Fraser, from NISP.”
I know I can do it. But I’m already terrfied.
I imagine I’ll be a wreck on the day.
And, darn it, due to huge economy drive at work? They won’t let me get my own business cards. Which would surely help!!!
No idea why. I wish we could stop treating the symptoms and start figuring out what the hell is going on. I will be bringing that up with my doc when next I see her.
My shoulder is much better, if itchy. I called the doc’s office yesterday to see if the results were in from the Friday swab. They weren’t in, but there was a note in my file that there was a ‘script for me to pick up. So treatment room switched me to the front desk so I could see if it was actually physically there. Who could not actually find said ‘script. Doc wasn’t actually in the office yesterday (so how did she put in that I needed a new ‘script?!?! That message wasn’t there when I rang on Tuesday!), so I have to ring back today and see if I can get this figured out. Wow, there were a lot of ‘actuallys’ in that paragraph…
In other news, Account Manager was back in the office yesterday. She can work 10 days without losing her Maternity Benefits, so she is coming in to help with the yearly Audit. It was good to have her around. The girls went and had a long leisurely lunch and a good catch up gabfest.
And that’s all the news that fits on this *lovely* day in Northern Ireland. That was sarcasm. If anyone sees the sun today, can they send it this way? We seem to have misplaced it!
of uploading all of our wedding pics to Flickr, so watch that side bar over there —> to see them!
Love the new computer!
This is him. Isn’t he pretty? Works well, too.
I am going to be setting up a wireless network in the flat soon. We will keep our old laptop alive (if I can fix it, its having emotional problems, hence the new baby) and I have a laptop for work, so we could theoretically have 3 computers on the network. And Simon and I would be able to converse via IM and never speak to each other again…
Yes, it another holiday here in NI. So Simon and I are going to go do some shopping. And some tidying of the flat. And then back to work tomorrow.
Darn. Gained 2lbs. But lost a teeny tiny bit in both my hips and my waist.
I knew I wasn’t going to lose this week, as I have not been able to exercise *at all*. The cyst is right around my shoulder blade, so any movement pulls on it and it hurts. And I tried to do my crunches/adductors/etc but that either made me have to lie on the cyst or really move my shoulder for position. So no exercise this week.
Today it is feeling much better, albeit ITCHY, and I am hoping to do some aerobics and strength today. I have a new DVD I am wanting to try, which has low impact and some abs/back work on it.
So its another week and hopefully I’ll do better. Don’t think I’ll make my first goal of 10lbs gone by 31st July, however. Oh well!
people disparaging the youth of today. Saying they’re entitled. And callous. And rude. And so I point this out to them: –
“The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for
authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place
of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their
households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They
contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties
at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.”
No one is exactly sure who said that. They are pretty sure it was said somewhere in the 4th or 5th century BCE.
My point? Is that the elder always thinks the younger are bad. Or wrong. Or rude. Its a sign of getting old when you see a bunch of kids simply messing around on the street and all you can think is how annoying they are.
I do think people in general are less polite than they used to be. And I do think there are many many parents out there who do not parent. But I do not think the youth of today are any worse, or better, than I was at their age.
Saw doc this morning. Still oozing pus. She had the nurse take another swab. I get the first results on Tuesday and the next ones on Thursday. She think she’ll need to give me another course of penicillin before this is all over.
Simon is actually enjoying squeezing it for me. He’s such a boy!
So first the doc poked it OUCH. Then the nurse squeezed and poked some more for her swab DOUBLE OUCH!
Mean medical professionals.
And we are at the July 12th holiday here in Northern Ireland. Enjoy the parades and the bonfires!! Simon and I will be, as usual, hiding in the flat until its over.
going more and more ‘crunchy granola’.
I use reusable bags for all my shopping. I try to buy organic and free range and fair trade products. I am considering buying a few of these.
I am not really doing it because I think I can save the planet. I don’t really think the planet needs saving. Or that we can save it. I think the planet has been around for 100000000000000s of years and will be just fine on its own.
I do it because I prefer it. I’d rather have a shopping bag that I can sling over my shoulder rather than one that I have to carry in my hands. I prefer the taste of organic and free range. I want to help my fellow man by making sure they get a fair price for their work. And like the idea that these fold out to a placemat, since I often eat at my desk.
So I may appear ‘crunchy granola’ but I guess I am really not.
In other news, shoulder still oozing pus. B pointed out last night, on IM, that I am deriving some bit of pleasure from telling people about my pussy shoulder. She’s right. Its fun grossing people out!
I think I’ve checked my Analytics report 10000 times since Jeff and I got it working.
I.Am.Such.A.Geek.
Kinda slow day at the office yesterday, and I mentioned my blog to the ‘girls’ and now they are all reading this. As I told them, I put nothing in here I wouldn’t say to their faces. Hi girls!
Went to bed at 8:30 last night with a headache. Still feel a bit headachey. And of course, since I went to bed so early, I got up at 4:40a. Still, that’s 7 hours of sleep!
Long weekend coming up. Can.Not.Wait.