Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
This crazy work week is almost over. Almost. Somehow, this four-day week turned out to be an incredibly stressful and impossibly busy one.
I had a minor meltdown on Wednesday. Ok, so I burst into uncontrollable sobs in front of my boss, and then hiccupped my way through an explanation of my craziness. If she didn’t think I was unstable before, she sure does now. But seriously, why do grown-ass people at work have to be so STUPID? I mean, really. I did manage to pull it together and had a very, very productive Thursday. (An accomplishment for which I rewarded myself with a very large VL and a backyard tanning session. Who needs homework, anyway?)
Now, after an equally productive Friday morning, I’m taking a quick breather from my rapidly dwindling list of deliverables (thank the good lord) to breathe, soak in a little of this glorious sunshine, and post a little blog goodness.
The post-holiday week in review:
That wenchie stole my date! (AKA, a wedding update): I’d been crossing fingers, toes, and all other bendable parts that the other bride (have I mentioned how much I love that all venue managers refer to ‘us’ as brides? Please, just call me a girl, or a lady even…) would opt out of her tentative hold on the wedding locale of my dreams. But, ‘twasn’t meant to be, and that wenchie stole our date. But, rest assured, we now have a hold on another weekend. Stay tuned.
The man who never gets sick is sick: Not sure how he accomplished this, but Adam is sick. The man never gets sick. I could sneeze and cough on him for weeks, and he wouldn’t bat a germy eyelash. He likes to rub this fact in my face, and mocks my obsession with hand sanitizer. But look who’s sick now! I’d gloat a little, if only he weren’t so darn pathetic. Plus, I’m a little peeved he had to get the illness on the nicest freaking week of summer. We could be boating right now. Sheesh.
Cousins, I love them: I’ve probably said this before, but one of the most awesome things about being back in Seattle is cousins. (You know, in addition to the whole Adam is Wonderful thing.) Cousins are amazing. Cousins that you get to see on a regular basis are even more amazing. Thank you grandma and grandpa and aunts and uncles for having SO MANY damn children, if only for the cousin factor.
The doodle is AWOL: How can I revel in our new-found proximity when you’re NOT HERE, little doodle?! Come home, please! (Christina is at camp for the next two weeks. It’s very inconvenient for me.)
It’s hot as Hades. Wait, HOTTER: I tend to fudge the Seattle weather facts when convincing friends to move to/visit the Emerald City, so for once I’ll be straight: It doesn’t get too hot around these parts. This summer—until now—has been no different. It’s been cold and wet and blaaaaah. The weather didn’t even improve for the 4th. Cut to Tuesday. Enter the heat wave. You Midwesterners can laugh, but this little Seattle girl is melting! I’ve got a fever, and the only prescription is MORE VODKA LEMONADES! (Too much? Deal with it.)
The inverse relationship between course requirements and motivation: As it would be, taking summer classes was a dumb idea. And the fact that a typical semester’s worth of work is condensed into an eight-week span is even dumber. Do these people seriously think we want to spend our entire summer months trapped inside on our computers? No. I’m not halfway through the summer term, and my motivation is seriously fading. Which coincides nicely with the many, many looming deadlines. I. Can. Do. It. (Maybe.)
Looking ahead: I’m trying to convince myself that this will be The Weekend of Homework and Productivity. The problem is, it’s far too nice outside for homework and productivity. But, since next weekend is Adam’s birthday and the next weekend is Robin’s visit and the next weekend my damn finals are due, I need to suck it up. So don’t go calling me with awesome plans for the weekend, I don’t want to hear it, OK?!