Have a Good Weekend!

That would be the phrase I kept enthusiastically using today at work. And then the person wold look at me funny and I would wonder what their deal was. Because I seriously thought it was Thursday, if not Friday. Because that's how long this week has been so far. I mean, draaaaaama. You have no idea. Reorganization at work has resulted in some, um... let's call them growing pains. My poor partner in crime who has yet to receive a blog name because nothing is coming to my brain is ready for a vacation. Which is annoying since that means I have to endure days with no entertainment at work and nothing to occupy my time but... work. Gross.

P.S. Just glanced up at the screen to see a woman plop a finger on the table and the profilers on Criminal Minds look at it with interest, like it was a drawing of a cat or something. Also Mrs. King raised a botoxed eyebrow and shrugged a shoulder. Then we cut to commercial. I heart Criminal Minds.

Movin Day

In honor of moving day, and because I don't have the time or energy to think of an interesting post right now, I give you this movie classic:



pictures of the new apartment to follow. :)

I'm Free! (sort of)

So I have a four day weekend. Sort of. I don't have to work for four days. Mostly. Okay, okay, I couldn't quite keep a whole weekend free and I scheduled one itty bitty meeting Saturday morning. But it's with one of my friends from high school and some other fun people. Also I think there will be food there. Oh, and I am also going to a play tomorrow to see a couple of my high school kids, one of which has one of the lead roles.

But mostly I have four whole days to do whatever I want. Oh, I have pottery for two hours on Saturday. And of course Sunday is all about church. And my nephew had the audacity to turn 14, so I have to go get him a gift sometime before Sunday and there's the birthday dinner Sunday night.

So what, you ask, will I do with these four free days I have?

I resolve to do the following:
1. Sleep
2. Watch at least one of my Jane Austen movies that I have saved on my dvr.
3. Finish watching Don Juan de Marco with Jonny Depp (he's in it, not coming to watch it with me).
4. Reorganize my closet.
5. Sort through my cd's and figure out why I own so many and how to rectify that situation.
6. Figure out how to make my computer talk to Word for reals.
7. Clean my bathroom.
8. Clean my food cupboards out in the kitchen so I can possibly find something.
9. Get a pedicure.
10. Balance my checkbook.

I bet you wish you could be as free as I am.

A Representation of My Week

As interpreted by cats.

I Admit Defeat

My room is very clean. K might not agree because there are books stacked upwards on my bookshelf and dvd's overflowing off my shelves that I could probably find a more neat way to store. But I've gone through my closet, my clothes, looked under my bed, looked under my dresser, computer stand, and bookshelves, thrown out a huge bag of recycling and a huge bag of garbage, and put together a big bag of stuff to go to the DI (Deseret Industries, which is like the Mormon version of Good Will--we have one in my city now). And to be honest, I am very tempted to go through my bookshelf, cd's, and dvd's for reasons I won't go into here. But I've got to put my foot down somewhere. I've done my laundry, cleaned my bathroom, made my bed, and prepared for the glorious arrival of my sister on Sunday. Plus I'm all packed for a little road trip I'm going on tomorrow. I'm feeling quite in order.

My point is this: I give up. I have looked EVERYWHERE for my Netflix DVD. Including under the beanbags, in many of my books, in my dresser drawers (leading to the purge of clothes going to the DI, which was long overdue), in my office files, and in every little nook and cranny of my car. My car is where I think I lost it, because I had it in there at one point to mail and then at some point it walked away and left the envelope empty. I think it is somehow tied in with my sleep-deprived state after getting this shiny new toy I am typing on right now. I must have put it somewhere really special. Or someone stole it out of my car, which is possible, since I've had a few passengers lately who forget my car is the ghetto kind with manual locks and don't lock their doors when they get out. If someone stole that DVD they were sorely disappointed when they took a look at what it was, since it was one of a set of three of a BBC period mini-series.

So I went and clicked the little option to pay Netflix for the DVD. I COULD have clicked the "gosh, you should have gotten it by now" option and not paid for it, but I've got to be a good little Mormon girl, since I just told my Stake President that I am honest in my dealings with my fellow men. (Thanks, JennaL, for reminding me of that and instilling the proper amount of guilt). But what I did learn when I clicked that option is that I have a year to find it, and they will refund me the money if I mail it in within that time. So if it is not stolen or laying on the ground somewhere, I can still return it and get my money back. It's still going to drive me crazy, because I hate that feeling of losing something. So hopefully I will find it. Because I don't like feeling all airheady.

Ways I Deal With Stress

Number one on the Ways I Deal With Stress list is cleaning. I had a roommate in college who would joke about taking cover if she came home to find a sparkling clean apartment. Cleaning sometimes calms my rage. Something about having order in my life. I'm thinking I need to get good and angry so I can find that Netflix DVD.