My five year anniversary of online journalling has come and gone and I didn’t have time to sit down and write about it. That’s pretty indicative of my life right now. There is no free time. None.
It’s really not a terrible problem to have. I spend a lot of time with the VIM. I’ve been more active in community service stuff. The website design thing is taking on a life of it’s own. I used to think that things would settle down and I would settle in to a busier, but still doable routine. It hasn’t been doable for quite some time now.
I know something has to give when I actually think to myself, “ok, I have exactly 17 minutes before I need to get ready for work. Should I pay bills or update by blog?”
So what has to give is this. This site. Five years of blogging is a long time, and it’s been a great ride, but I haven’t been 100% here for a long time, and I don’t like not being 100%. I know me, and I know I probably won’t give up blogging altogether, but this is the end of Ellemental. It’s the end of Elle, for that matter.
Before I go, though – one more VIM story for the road:
The VIM took a vacation day this past Monday, so Sunday night he was still up puttering around much later than our normal worknight bedtime. I hung in there and co-puttered as long as I could, but since I had to go to work, I finally had to give it up and go to bed.
I wasn’t surprised the next morning when the alarm went off and the VIM asked me if I would mind if he didn’t get up and do our “coffee and local news” routine with me. I didn’t mind at all…who wants to get up at 5am on a Monday vacation day?
Even though I wasn’t upset, I was still a little mopey as I poured my coffee and gathered my stuff up to go home. As I grabbed my cellphone, a little folded piece of paper fell out of it. I opened it up to find the best Monday Morning pick-me-up ever. A Monday Morning pick-me-up so good, that it’s STILL picking me up 3 days later. It was just a short little note which read, “You Are Beautiful.”
- You spin me right round, baby, right round,
like a record, baby, right round round round. - Shake your groove thing, shake your groove thing, yeah yeah,
Show me how to do it babe. - Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Look away, you rollin’ river. - I was wrong, self destruction’s got me again
I was wrong, I realized now that I was wrong - I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She’ll make ya breakfast
She’ll make ya toast
She don’t use butter
She don’t use cheese
She don’t use jelly
Or any of these
She uses vaseline
vaseline
vaseline - Everybody I met
Seemed to be a rank stranger
No mother nor dad
Not a friend could I see
they knew not my name
And I knew not their faces
I found they were all
Rank strangers to me
Filed under: Body
Yesterday was the first day since Monday that I woke up without a migraine. Lingering migraines suck.
I celebrated being migraine free by doing all the things I’ve put off during the past week due to…well, the migraine.
I got my driver’s license renewed. I picked up my new bike. I went grocery shopping. I went to lunch. I spent time with my grandmother. I went shopping for flowers. I cleaned. I did laundry. I did dishes. Then at 3pm I sat down on the couch to catch the weather forecast and fell asleep so quickly that when I woke up 5 hours later I was still sitting straight up with my glasses on and the remote in my hand.
Apparently I was a little tired.
Filed under: General
I have been waiting to reward myself for ongoing weight loss. I told myself that after 5lbs…10lbs…15 lbs that I would buy something nice. Maybe clothes, maybe some new pillows for the couch or something. I finally found my reward: a pair of funky shoes. High heeled, sort of retro, Bettie Page, naughty librarian, but still appropriate for work shoes. Shoes that are MADE for a desk job. Shoes that aren’t TERRIBLY uncomfortable, but shoes I wouldn’t want to wear if I had a lot of walking to do.
Yesterday I had plans to get my desk cleaned off, and the only walking I was thinking about was the walk to the coffee pot in the kitchen.
Did I ever mention that I tend to deal with stress at work by pacing? I can’t sit still when I’m stressed. I get a caged animal feeling and have to walk – either around my office or if I’m REALLY stressed, around the hallways of the building.
Yesterday was a day of unsurpassed suckage. Unsurpassed. It was a pacing kind of day. The Naughty Librarian has turned into the Hobbling Librarian.
Sexxxxaaaaaaaaay.
I post a lot of pictures of flowers. I know. It’s because I don’t have a cat.
The VIM and I have been making a habit of taking walks every Sunday evening. Yesterday instead of a longer, gentler walk, we took a much steeper and (thankfully) shorter path. I would have taken pictures, because it was indeed a beautiful area, but all of my energy was focused on breathing.
I took these a little later in the evening when I could actually focus on the things around me instead of the blood rushing through the blood vessels in my head.
