Sittin' By The Dock of The Bay...
...wastin' ti-iiiime.
Looks like nuthin's gonna change Everything still remains the same....
*snore*.
Just waiting. Waiting to get out of here and grab the Sun and take him to his last Karate class on the Rock (Sensei's new Dojo is in full swing up in Yonkers, so he won't be coming down our way anymore). Waiting for Wednesday (July 4th/playday). Waiting for BigBear to depart to China (don't know how we're going to handle that one--she's the backbone of this operation. Hey, how many 42 year old women are dependent on their mothers????) Waiting for this trial. Waiting to see what's going to happen in this office. I Heard The News Today ("oh, boy") that life could get even more interestinger around here but we'll see. Folks ain't happy, is all I can say.
In true procrastinators fashion, there's a timeline of events I need to brush up on for court, but I've spent so much time and effort trying to put my past and PTSD behind me, that I'm really reluctant to dredge it all up again for court, but dredge I must. So I should be doing that today, but instead I was making "bling" for MySpace:
(Click on it if it's not flashing... it might flash when opened in another window.)
And in the category "Things I Want But Won't Get," interest picked up a little but the reality is... long-term it's not going to do me any good. And too, I hate wasting time, so again I go back and forth between "STD"* and "just be patient, something good will come along." Recently, someone totally not good for me/a Blast From The Past popped up on the radar, but I ain't gonna mess with that either. I want my own thing. Which means I need to mingle more, but I've been busy concentrating on my apartment (the Professor and I drug my Futon Couch frame out onto the deck yesterday, and I found 4 weather-resistant waterproof seat cushions at Tar-jay for $20 each--A STEAL-- so now my little deck comfortably seats 9. And once I get the futon mattress out of the house I can get my loveseat.) that I haven't gone anywhere. That is SO not conducive to people-meeting.
A funny thing, though. I was weeding out junk mail from my email account, and a while back I'd set up a profile on one of those match sites, but I never did anything with it nor can anybody see it (it's private--SO DON'T BOTHER looking for it--ya ain't gonna find it). Well, they sent me one of those "are you still dating?" emails (BWA HA HAH! Still!? How 'bout ain't started, neither) and a list of eligible people in my area. One was from the Rock... which filled me with dread. Everybody on the Rock is crazy. I should know. I spent lots of years drinking with them in a bar called Rhodes. And this person's profile fit the typical Rock-Dweller's rap sheet (biker, divorced, works construction) so in my head all sorts of bells and whistles went off. But I'm dying of curiosity and intend to poke around and see if I can find out who this person is, just for shit and giggles.
Also for shit and giggles I made a point of dressing up extra-girly today. You can't get much girlier than black and white polkadot open-toe slingbacks. And black and white polkadot cleavage (of which I have a fair amount). I'm even carrying a very girly-handbag. So that entertained me for a minute today, but generally I'm bored out of my noggin. I snuck out early to run errands at the post office, I went to see Poppy across the street, and it's still only early afternoon.
Staffbash got cancelled for tomorrow...
Oh, and that can of ackee I mentioned last week some time? I found another can at Stop N Shop on Saturday, so yesterday, after the Professor helped me with the couch, I made it with "saltfish" (my Hispanic freinds know it as bacalao, my gringo freinds turn their noses up at "dried, heavily salted codfish") Jamaican-stylee and it was really pretty good. In lieu of callaloo, I stir-fried turnip greens and added a healthy dose of vinegar, and instead of rice (or rice and peas) or even green bananas (which I totally could have bought but totally forgot about) I just made corn-on-the-cob. So it wasn't a true Jamaican meal, but it was close and the Professor in particular appreciated it. (Ackee and Saltfish is the Jamaican National Dish. The Professor has no memories earlier than Jamaica, unlike myself.). I still miss Jamaica, but I hear it's rough down there now.
---Are you bored yet?--- 4o minutes and counting...
*Somethin' Ta Do
Looks like nuthin's gonna change Everything still remains the same....
*snore*.
Just waiting. Waiting to get out of here and grab the Sun and take him to his last Karate class on the Rock (Sensei's new Dojo is in full swing up in Yonkers, so he won't be coming down our way anymore). Waiting for Wednesday (July 4th/playday). Waiting for BigBear to depart to China (don't know how we're going to handle that one--she's the backbone of this operation. Hey, how many 42 year old women are dependent on their mothers????) Waiting for this trial. Waiting to see what's going to happen in this office. I Heard The News Today ("oh, boy") that life could get even more interestinger around here but we'll see. Folks ain't happy, is all I can say.
In true procrastinators fashion, there's a timeline of events I need to brush up on for court, but I've spent so much time and effort trying to put my past and PTSD behind me, that I'm really reluctant to dredge it all up again for court, but dredge I must. So I should be doing that today, but instead I was making "bling" for MySpace:
(Click on it if it's not flashing... it might flash when opened in another window.)And in the category "Things I Want But Won't Get," interest picked up a little but the reality is... long-term it's not going to do me any good. And too, I hate wasting time, so again I go back and forth between "STD"* and "just be patient, something good will come along." Recently, someone totally not good for me/a Blast From The Past popped up on the radar, but I ain't gonna mess with that either. I want my own thing. Which means I need to mingle more, but I've been busy concentrating on my apartment (the Professor and I drug my Futon Couch frame out onto the deck yesterday, and I found 4 weather-resistant waterproof seat cushions at Tar-jay for $20 each--A STEAL-- so now my little deck comfortably seats 9. And once I get the futon mattress out of the house I can get my loveseat.) that I haven't gone anywhere. That is SO not conducive to people-meeting.
A funny thing, though. I was weeding out junk mail from my email account, and a while back I'd set up a profile on one of those match sites, but I never did anything with it nor can anybody see it (it's private--SO DON'T BOTHER looking for it--ya ain't gonna find it). Well, they sent me one of those "are you still dating?" emails (BWA HA HAH! Still!? How 'bout ain't started, neither) and a list of eligible people in my area. One was from the Rock... which filled me with dread. Everybody on the Rock is crazy. I should know. I spent lots of years drinking with them in a bar called Rhodes. And this person's profile fit the typical Rock-Dweller's rap sheet (biker, divorced, works construction) so in my head all sorts of bells and whistles went off. But I'm dying of curiosity and intend to poke around and see if I can find out who this person is, just for shit and giggles.
Also for shit and giggles I made a point of dressing up extra-girly today. You can't get much girlier than black and white polkadot open-toe slingbacks. And black and white polkadot cleavage (of which I have a fair amount). I'm even carrying a very girly-handbag. So that entertained me for a minute today, but generally I'm bored out of my noggin. I snuck out early to run errands at the post office, I went to see Poppy across the street, and it's still only early afternoon.
Staffbash got cancelled for tomorrow...
Oh, and that can of ackee I mentioned last week some time? I found another can at Stop N Shop on Saturday, so yesterday, after the Professor helped me with the couch, I made it with "saltfish" (my Hispanic freinds know it as bacalao, my gringo freinds turn their noses up at "dried, heavily salted codfish") Jamaican-stylee and it was really pretty good. In lieu of callaloo, I stir-fried turnip greens and added a healthy dose of vinegar, and instead of rice (or rice and peas) or even green bananas (which I totally could have bought but totally forgot about) I just made corn-on-the-cob. So it wasn't a true Jamaican meal, but it was close and the Professor in particular appreciated it. (Ackee and Saltfish is the Jamaican National Dish. The Professor has no memories earlier than Jamaica, unlike myself.). I still miss Jamaica, but I hear it's rough down there now.
---Are you bored yet?--- 4o minutes and counting...
*Somethin' Ta Do
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And although STD doesn't look long-term, remember that there is nothing like looking "taken" to bring other men out of the woodwork.
Polka-dots in the summer rock.