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It is a well known fact that I hate shaving my legs. I usually let months elapse between shavings. Well, not anymore, thanks to this Veet Rasera kit. It's less messy and smelly than Nair and faster and more comfortable than shaving.
I wholeheartedly recommend it. There are some coupons on the site which make it practically half-price. Try it!
This crosses the line. Why did Adam Kidron think it would be okay to bastardize the national anthem this way? He didn't just translate it, which would have been wrong enough, he (or whoever helped write this version) added lines like, "My people keep fighting. It's time to break the chains." That doesn't even fit with the spirit of the song. It's about the American flag and how it withstood a night of intense fighting.
Okay, so these people feel like they need to make a statement. Go ahead. Write a song that expresses how you feel. Or adopt a meaningful one and call it your national anthem. That's what black people did with "Lift Every Voice and Sing," the negro national anthem. My mom says that in her segregated school they sang both that song and "The Star-Spangled Banner" to open their assemblies.
I agree with the President on this song issue. As far as the planned work-stoppage on Monday, he opposes it, but I say go for it. That just means when I order sweet-and-sour sauce to go with my chicken nuggets, the person at the counter will know what I'm talking about.
Isn't that the cutest face you've ever seen? Wouldn't you just love to come and change her litter box for me? Aww, c'mon. It smells like I'm using ammonia-scented air fresheners over here.
See, I use those handy litter box liners, so all you have to do is lift it out, pull the drawstrings, tie them up and drop it in the garbage outside. When you get back, I'll show you where I keep the liners and litter. Just place the liner, refill, and presto! Clean litter box.
How soon can you get here?
I started my "diet" today. I decided to stop making excuses. Since I needed to go grocery shopping anyway, I pulled out one of my old 1500 calorie menus and bought what I needed. (Note: it is much more expensive to buy healthy food than junk food.)
My goal is to lose 10 lbs. by May 29th. I know that part of my problem is that when I think of my weight at 10 pounds less, it's still not very appealing, so my initial thought is, "Why bother?" But I'm going to bother. 10 pounds will make a marked difference in the way my clothes fit and in how my body feels, so I think that will serve as motivation to lose the rest.
I'm keeping Tuesday nights at the watering hole. Those will be my splurge nights.
Next up is exercise. I saw an ad for a 60-day boot camp, and the rec center nearby has yoga and step aerobics for cheap.
Wish me luck!
1) I got my contract for next year. For the fourth year in a row it says, "I regret to say that we are not able to accommodate salary increases for the next academic year."
This totally sucks. I have to admit that it's not that bad for me because I got an increase when I got my new position. It sucks for everyone else, though. I don't know how employees with families make it. Many of the male professors have wives who are stay-at-home moms. They must be moonlighting.
2) My assistant is not resigning this summer as planned. I was so looking forward to hiring someone of my own choosing who doesn't talk all day and do class work and who actually does the work he/she is paid for.
Now it means I'm going to have to be assertive and stop letting things slide thinking I only have a few months to deal with it. First up, making her shelve the boxes of journals that have been sitting on her cart for over a week.
My embrace, indulge, extinguish plan is failing. UC (Usher Captain) was so cute tonight. He had on a different suit and tie. Dressier, hotter. I was watching him walk around, mentally kicking myself.
He confuses me. He makes it easy for me to read meaning in his actions. Just before the Eucharistic prayer, I deliberately stood on the right side because his wife sits on the left and he always used to kneel over there behind her. I figured this way when it was time for the Lord's prayer, he'd be over there and we wouldn't hold hands. No undue temptation, right? Wrong. He knelt next to me. I was so distracted. I kept thinking, "Why is he over here?" It made no sense. So the Lord's prayer came up. I kept my hands at my sides. He GRABBED my hand! Really. Why?! I was distracted again by the warmth of his hand and the firmness of his grip. Then it was time for the sign of peace. He always says, "Peace, 'Samsara.'" This time I looked into his eyes. (*Sigh* My mouth is watering right now as I'm thinking about it. I'm hopeless.) He shook the hands of all the other ushers, then went to his wife to kiss her. They always kiss, but I've noticed that it's a kiss on the cheek. What's the point of that? I don't mean he should tongue her down in the middle of Mass, but why not a peck on the lips?
After the closing hymn, the two of them walked up the side aisle. I thought maybe they had somewhere to go because he usually hangs around in the back and then cleans up litter in the pews. I looked again later and he was walking through the pews doing litter duty. I don't know what that was about. I walked out later and saw him walking to his truck. He waved at me and said bye. I continued walking on to my car. A minute later, the truck passed me and his wife was driving. She rolled down the window and said, "Bye, 'Samsara.'" I said, "Bye. Good night." And called her a name under my breath. (I know! Hopeless.) She rolled down the window to say bye to me. Why?!
I'm seriously considering asking the head usher if I can work another mass. When I initially signed up, he told me he wanted me to do 7:30 during football season to cover for the high school boys and after that was over, I could choose either 12:30 or 7:30. Maybe it's time to give 12:30 a shot. I overheard UC telling another usher that he won't be there next Sunday, so I have some time to think about it.
My dad was back to his usual self yesterday. He put new brakes on my car and got my right rear tire repaired.
I thought his taking-care-of-me days were over this summer when I needed new tires and he made me go by myself to buy them. And when it was time for me to move, I had to practically beg him to tag along.
When I knew I needed new brakes, I just asked where I should take my car. I expected him to name some repair chain, but instead he said, "Bring it over here." He said that he could replace the brakes easily. I helped by handing him tools and such. He asked me to water the flowers and shrubs. Then we rode around afterwards to test them and to go to the tire repair shop. I asked him to stop at an ATM so I could get cash for the repair, but he said he'd take care of it. Last, we drove to the car wash, but it was too crowded and we decided not to wait.
It was a nice day.
I nearly died of embarrassment tonight. As I was walking into church, I saw a guy who I thought was my neighbor. He glanced my way and I waved and said, "Hi, Craig." He said, "Chris," and the guy he was talking to laughed. I said, "Oh. Chris. Sorry." I walked in, found a seat, and wished I could crawl in a hole. I text messaged V to tell her about it. (Yes, in church. That's how bad I felt.) I wanted to leave.
I was sitting there thinking just how much I wanted to leave when a good-looking guy interrupted my reverie of chagrin asking, "Do you mind if I sit next to you?" I said, "No, not at all." He said, "Thanks." I said, "Certainly." I was thinking that when he finished praying, if he turned my way, I'd introduce myself. He beat me to it. He asked my name and said it was nice to meet me. I asked his name. He asked which mass I attend and I told him I'm an usher at the 7:30 pm. He goes to the 11 am.
He was very polite and gentlemanly. When I reached for a missalette, he handed me his and took another one for himself. Each time we had to kneel he pulled out the kneeler. I moved to pull it out once and he said, "I've got it." For the offering hymn, he opened a hymnal and moved it over so we could share it. I had been getting money out of my purse when they started singing, so he pointed out the part in the song where we were. I scanned through the song looking for high notes. There was a high D which is about my limit. I was thinking, "Please let me make the high note, please let me make the high note, whew, I made the high note." At the end of the song, he turned to me and smiled and said, "Nice voice." Wheee! I said, "You, too." He really did have a nice voice.
After the service, we walked out and I waited for him to catch up in the vestibule. I said, "It was nice meeting you." He said, "You, too, 'Samsara.' Maybe I'll try the 7:30." I said, "Yeah, that'd be good." He said something about how the 11 will be really busy on Sunday. I agreed and said, "See you later," as our paths diverged.
I'm glad I didn't find that hole.
The last few times I've seen Usher Captain's wife, she's been super friendly. All smiling and "Hi, 'Samsara.' How are you?" Is it that old cliche about keeping your enemies close?
He told me last Sunday that he had a bag of about twenty creamers for me. He set them on their toaster oven -- a visible place so he'd remember to bring them -- but his wife cooked something in the oven and they exploded. Sabotage!
HR4437 protesters at "Megamarch" (downtown Dallas 4/9/06)I know that title's a little irreverent, but I couldn't think of anything else catchy.
So, Deacon Ken called me yesterday and asked if I'd like to participate in the mass on Holy Thursday. I'm going to be one of the faithful who have their feet washed by the priest.
I wonder what made him ask me. At first I thought maybe he had the wrong Robyn, but when I got to work today I found that he had left a message there as well, so I'm sure he knew who he was calling.
There has been a bit of controversy over whether or not women should be allowed to participate. Nevertheless, I'm honored and excited!
Did you hear that? That, my friends, is the sound of that great, unexplained phenomenon called The Blow-Off.
That's right. Frenchy's gone. He left Sunday and told me to call him later. I left him a message and there was no response. I tried one last time this past Sunday and still no response. Who knows what happened?
I'm not too broken up about it. And I'm not swearing off men. Not that I'm exactly "on the hunt," but I don't give up.
