Show us your gorgeous eyes.
Submitted by [Susan].
Except that they're actually a little more blue than this.
This is today, with glasses:
I put my contacts in the correct eyes this morning! And I got a whole cup of fresh, HOT Costa Rica Plantation coffee this morning. Even though I didn't even want it. LOL! (You shoulda seen the steam. MMMmmmm...)
That has nothing to do with my post. It's just the song that was playing on the radio as I got back from lunch, and I've been humming it in my head all afternoon.
I've felt out of sorts all day, and I don't know why. I was extremely late again this morning. I got up earlier than I have been. But no matter what time I get up, I still find myself pootling around until it's time to be at work and I still haven't gotten in the shower yet. Pleh!
I'm still trying to get rid of this %$#@ spring cough. It seems to alternate. One day the cough will almost disappear, the next it'll be back with a vengeance, and the next it will have nearly gone away again. Today I'm coughing again. That's great, because I have a soccer game to go to tonight, which doesn't help.
I also put my contacts in the wrong eyes this morning, and that discombobulated me. As soon as I got the second lens in, I knew something was wrong because suddenly everything looked like inside out.
My right eye has worse vision, and that's the lens I always put in first, but I didn't notice a problem, because the lens did help, just not all the way. And the right eye is a little blurry all the time anyway, because I don't use lenses that correct for astigmatism. It wasn't until I put the right eye lens in the left eye, and it overcorrected, that I figured out there was something wrong.
Stupid me, I thought there was just something wrong with the lens in my left eye. I wear daily disposable lenses, so I tossed the one I thought was causing trouble and put another one in. That solved the left eye, but then I noticed that the other eye was still blurry. I didn't want to throw away another perfectly good lens, so I just wore two lenses with the left eye prescription. It wasn't bad enough to give me a headache or make it really difficult to read the computer monitor, but it was just wrong enough that I finally gave up about 4:00 and put my glasses on.
And that's been the story of my day. I had a cup of coffee this morning because I was bored, and dangit, one of these days I'm going to get there when there is a full pot of the Costa Rica Plantation, the least unpalatable kind they offer. As it was, I got about half a cup before the carafe spluttered out empty. So I tried to fill it up with the Sumatra Mandheling, the next least-worst. Then that ran out, so I had to top it up with the KGBlend, the bitterest and yuckiest of the lot. (They're a Russian coffee company. Get it? KGBlend? KGB? Haw!!1!)
I got some nice compliments from the folks in the Document group this morning, though. They want me to do a document coordination project, so they've been telling me how great my work ethic, editing skills, and organization are, so that I'll agree to help. (I'd help in any case, but the ego strokes are very gratifying.) Okay, I'll do it! And I do rock. Damn it!
I'm having the air conditioning fixed in my car, to the tune of $1,500, and they don't have the part they need, so they're keeping it until Monday. In the meantime, they've given me a loaner. One of these:
I won't be getting one, though. Not after dropping $1,500 on my old heap. And I am morally and environmentally opposed to sport vehicles.
I'm gonna have fun driving it this weekend, though.
Has anyone ever done something so horrible to you that "I'm sorry" couldn't fix it?
Well, she hasn't apologized, and she probably wouldn't, even if I bothered to tell her that I was pissed. Which I won't, because what would be the point? She'd probably just laugh.
But I'm still stung by a comment my mother made to me about three years ago. She basically told me that I couldn't possibly have anything to contribute to a discussion on abortion because I'm an old maid (her exact words).
What is most annoying is that we weren't even discussing abortion. We were talking about something entirely different. But when mom gets on one of her hobby horses, she's gonna ride it. Right over the top of you, if she has to.
Anyway, it made it clear that she doesn't respect me and obviously views me as a child or some poor schmuck who can't even land myself a husband.
Thanks, mom...
Because my niece Allison wants to be the first woman President of the United States. And she's eight years old, so it's gonna be a while.
Via cranky and brownamazon, but originally from mariser.
I'm too stoopid to figure out the specified rating system, so I made up my own. I broke it into three lists - never read, read for school, and read on my own. Each list has its own set of marks, which are self-explanatory.
Never
read
italic
= might read someday
Anna Karenina
Crime and Punishment
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Life of Pi: a novel
The Name of the Rose
Ulysses
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
The Time Traveler's Wife
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
Mrs. Dalloway
American Gods
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Atlas Shrugged
Reading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Middlesex
Quicksilver
Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
The Fountainhead
Foucault’s Pendulum
Frankenstein
Dracula
A Clockwork Orange
Anansi Boys
The Poisonwood Bible: a novel
1984
Angels & Demons
The Inferno (and Purgatory and Paradise)
The Satanic Verses
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
The Corrections
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Prince
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The Gods Of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
Cryptonomicon
Neverwhere
A Confederacy of Dunces (I have the audiobook for this but haven't started it yet.)
A Short History of Nearly Everything
Dubliners
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Beloved
Slaughterhouse-five
Oryx and Crake : a novel
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
Cloud Atlas
The Confusion
Lolita
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
Freakonomics: a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an inquiry into values
Gravity's Rainbow
In Cold Blood: a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
White Teeth
Treasure Island
David Copperfield
Read
for school
italic
= never finished
bold
= recommended
Catch-22
Moby Dick
Madame Bovary
The Odyssey (You must read the verse translation, however.)
Vanity Fair
The Iliad (Ditto)
Great Expectations
Brave New World
Middlemarch
The Grapes of Wrath
The Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield Park
Oliver Twist
Gulliver’s Travels
Les Misérables
The Scarlet Letter
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
The Aeneid
The Three Musketeers
Read
on my own
italic
= never finished
bold
= recommendedstrikethrough = hated it
Wuthering Heights
The Silmarillion
Don Quixote
Pride and Prejudice
Jane
Eyre
Emma
The Count of Monte Cristo
The Once and Future King
Sense and Sensibility
Dune
Eats,
Shoots & Leaves (The author isn't as funny as she
thinks she is, and not all of her advice is correct.)
The
Mists of Avalon (I
really, really, REALLY hated this one.)
Persuasion
Northanger Abbey
Watership Down
The
Hobbit
Groomer Has It. Animal Planet has succumbed to the lure of useless, pathetic reality shows, starring useless, pathetic people, trying to prove that they aren't as useless and pathetic as they look. Well, they are. I'd have kicked them all off in the first show and found some real dog groomers who aren't drama queens.
Moving Up. Doug Wilson is the host, so I hate it already, but WTF? You don't live in this house anymore. Why in the hell should anyone give a crap what you think about the new residents' decorating job?
Please note that I have never watched a whole episode of either of these two steaming piles of poo.
on Vox Hunt: I've Got My Eye on You