The Platypus is a Notoriously Whiny Creature
This is what the Duck just said to me on the phone. I take issue with that statement. I don't feel that I've been all that whiny. The last few posts have been down right cheery. I mean, for me. That's about as cheery as I get.
I also didn't want to just come on here and kvetch. I wanted a place to effectively journal without worrying about posterity. One of the big problems I have with my paper journal (of which there are many) is that I am constantly self-editing for future generations. I find myself imagining my decendants sitting around reading through this crap and thinking "what a maniac! Now we know what was wrong with great-aunt Platypus. She wasn't properly medicated."
Actually, the truth is that I'm pretty boring. I lead a pretty boring life. Sure I have some work and family chaos, but who doesn't. My life is not so angst provoking and really that's what makes for good reading.
For example, here's my day yesterday:
Woke up at 3:30 4:15 4:45 5:30 and finally 6:00 to Spider Cat eating my hair. He does this to force me to pick my head up so that he can become more comfy on my pillow. And it has to be the pillow you are sleeping on. If you take the pillow under your head and move it to the foot of the bed, he will still come up and sit on your forehead, ear, etc and commence chewing until you move your head to increase his comfort level.
At 6:30 I finally gave up and got out of bed. It was my day off and I was hoping to sleep in a little bit, but I was just laying there thinking of all the things I wanted to accomplish that day.
I had an appointment at the Jenny Craig (please, we cannot go into the fact that I am a "slighly overweight" platypus, based on various height to fatness ratios and am therefore paying a small fortune to a canadian woman so she can cook my meals) at 10 am. Prior to leaving the house at 9:40, I completed the following chores:
changed the sheets on the bed
did 2 1/2 loads of laundry (left wet clothes in the dryer for fear of burning my house down while I was out)
balanced my checkbook and paid a few bills
dusted entire house and swept all the floors
made a grocery list and compiled list of other errands to run
oh and I fed the damn cat and changed the litter box, which was apparently why he was such a pain in the ass the night before.
Off I went to Jenny where I learned I had not lost one ounce, but continued to fork over the dough for my micro meals.
Afer Jenny I hit the dry cleaner, the bank, the dollar store, the famer's market and I dropped off a check at village hall to reserve a table for our community yard sale.
Wow, this is thrilling, I'm sure
After those exciting errands I came home and cleaned my kitchen and scrubbed out my scary scary oven. This appliance lies to me on a regular basis and claims to have a self-cleaning mode. I don't think I've ever gotten the self-cleaner to work. Actually, I'm quite sure of this since I cleaned it out yesterday and removed several pieces of glass. We've lived there for 9 months and I haven't exploded anything in a glass container (yet), so, yeah, that's gross.
I bored myself so much with this day that I had to go and take a nap. And there was some knitting. But I was so bored by myself that I couldn't even knit. There was also some reading. But this was mostly reading of Wedding verse books to try to pick some material out for the ceremony. This disgusted me so much I watched random-ass re-runs.
As for my diet... For dinner I had an entire sleeve of low-fat graham crackers, two glasses of soy milk, a cheese stick, several stale tortilla chips and a mini bag of fat free popcorn. None of this was made or sanctioned by the aforementioned Jenny. I think I should just flush my money, it'd be less time consuming.
So you see, this is why I don't want this to spiral into a "why my life is lame and I make myself sick" type of thing. There's enough whining and self-loathing in the world. But I don't want to make things seem rosier than they are. There's enough self-righteous pontificating bloggers for that as well.
I will try to post entertainig content, but sometimes, it's hard.
I also didn't want to just come on here and kvetch. I wanted a place to effectively journal without worrying about posterity. One of the big problems I have with my paper journal (of which there are many) is that I am constantly self-editing for future generations. I find myself imagining my decendants sitting around reading through this crap and thinking "what a maniac! Now we know what was wrong with great-aunt Platypus. She wasn't properly medicated."
Actually, the truth is that I'm pretty boring. I lead a pretty boring life. Sure I have some work and family chaos, but who doesn't. My life is not so angst provoking and really that's what makes for good reading.
For example, here's my day yesterday:
Woke up at 3:30 4:15 4:45 5:30 and finally 6:00 to Spider Cat eating my hair. He does this to force me to pick my head up so that he can become more comfy on my pillow. And it has to be the pillow you are sleeping on. If you take the pillow under your head and move it to the foot of the bed, he will still come up and sit on your forehead, ear, etc and commence chewing until you move your head to increase his comfort level.
At 6:30 I finally gave up and got out of bed. It was my day off and I was hoping to sleep in a little bit, but I was just laying there thinking of all the things I wanted to accomplish that day.
I had an appointment at the Jenny Craig (please, we cannot go into the fact that I am a "slighly overweight" platypus, based on various height to fatness ratios and am therefore paying a small fortune to a canadian woman so she can cook my meals) at 10 am. Prior to leaving the house at 9:40, I completed the following chores:
changed the sheets on the bed
did 2 1/2 loads of laundry (left wet clothes in the dryer for fear of burning my house down while I was out)
balanced my checkbook and paid a few bills
dusted entire house and swept all the floors
made a grocery list and compiled list of other errands to run
oh and I fed the damn cat and changed the litter box, which was apparently why he was such a pain in the ass the night before.
Off I went to Jenny where I learned I had not lost one ounce, but continued to fork over the dough for my micro meals.
Afer Jenny I hit the dry cleaner, the bank, the dollar store, the famer's market and I dropped off a check at village hall to reserve a table for our community yard sale.
Wow, this is thrilling, I'm sure
After those exciting errands I came home and cleaned my kitchen and scrubbed out my scary scary oven. This appliance lies to me on a regular basis and claims to have a self-cleaning mode. I don't think I've ever gotten the self-cleaner to work. Actually, I'm quite sure of this since I cleaned it out yesterday and removed several pieces of glass. We've lived there for 9 months and I haven't exploded anything in a glass container (yet), so, yeah, that's gross.
I bored myself so much with this day that I had to go and take a nap. And there was some knitting. But I was so bored by myself that I couldn't even knit. There was also some reading. But this was mostly reading of Wedding verse books to try to pick some material out for the ceremony. This disgusted me so much I watched random-ass re-runs.
As for my diet... For dinner I had an entire sleeve of low-fat graham crackers, two glasses of soy milk, a cheese stick, several stale tortilla chips and a mini bag of fat free popcorn. None of this was made or sanctioned by the aforementioned Jenny. I think I should just flush my money, it'd be less time consuming.
So you see, this is why I don't want this to spiral into a "why my life is lame and I make myself sick" type of thing. There's enough whining and self-loathing in the world. But I don't want to make things seem rosier than they are. There's enough self-righteous pontificating bloggers for that as well.
I will try to post entertainig content, but sometimes, it's hard.
posted by Jeanne The Queen @ 12:27 PM
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