They are red velvet whoopie pies, no less.
And by ‘make’, I mean ‘eat until I feel only slightly sick’.
Thinking of making these this weekend….
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Who The Bleep Is Alice?
So what am I doing today?
I’m drinking coffee that is too strong for me, that’s what. I do aim to have a sneaky look at TV3 this afternoon on the player and see what/who they have on, eventually. Maybe they might do something about Alice around Halloween?
And we’re back.
*Valley Speak Accent* So. Apparently there is this thing called, like, water? And if you are pushing yourself to take a full minute off your swimming time, then, it’s like a thing these days to like, drink it? *Valley Speak Accent*
And oh my god how annoying is Valley Speak, just make it stop.
It’s Friday and I am really looking forward to the weekend. So I have no script or plan to this blog post, I’m just typing away, validating my shallow existence on this earth by takin’ up cyberspace with my ones and zeros.
The migraine thing is most likely to have been brought about by my simply not drinking water. I swim 1500 metres five times a week and never take a drink of water, something was going to give. I brought a bottle of water with me to the poolside this morning and sank it after my swim. Huh. Maybe there is something in this high-dray-sion that them there scientists do be speaking of.
Right. Okay. Here is Friday, here is the weekend. Have fun all.
I Have a Migraine
I have a migraine.
Two things happen when I have a migraine. My vision goes, and I get a delightful shimmery effect on my sight. (I am typing this by lifting my chin up so my undisturbed optical nerve can see). It is called an aura, and it affects the same part of the brain as schizophrenics and their visions. Just goes to show how strange the brain is.
Secondly, I feel the need to tell every one about it. Lucky people you.
I’ll keep going till lunch and if I don’t feel any better then I’ll go home and crash. Blurgh.
Looks good.
Do the opposite of this.
Ah Here!
I’m busy! Yes, I am! So here is a pretty picture for you to look at.
That’ll do ya.
First Week of Term
So, first week of term. That’s a short sentence but for all its brevity, it carries a lot of meaning. A first week of term for all the staff on campus here carries a lot of weight. Students, deliberately unknowing and rightly so, deserve nothing but the best attention and energy as they go about settling in and getting on with learning. Staff here try to really exert themselves when it comes to first week of term. That goes for all of us, from the highest authority down to the nice guy who polishes the floors in the gym (his name is Quan, he is from China and he’s working on his Bachelor in Computer Science while here).
So if you were to graph the demands of the first week of term, it would look not unlike a snake swallowing an elephant. This huge bubble of work arrives and everything long term has to be held off, so that the moment by moment day to day stuff is dealt with as soon as possible. Long term in this scenario means something occurring beyond ten days, though more likely a week. It isn’t really fair to say that we are fire fighting because nothing is wrong. Instead, merely dealing with what is coming in is what takes up time.
However, I have to realise that. I do, I have to realise that for this week and maybe most of this month everything else will take longer. Getting emails out, letters written, documents read, everything, it will take longer. I am the type who happily refuses to cut myself some slack; I can be awake since 4.22 am (thanks kid) but still be ashamed that I’m tearful with exhaustion by the end of the day.
Yeah… first week of term. Here we go.
Changes, People.
I have five minutes to type this, with no editing or correction possible, so if you see any errors be sure to let me know. Love that.
So this weekend we managed to get the little man sleeping in a bed. Not a crib or cot or anything, but a bed, for a big boy. I don’t feel sad about seeing his baby years fall away from him, mainly because he is becoming such a great little guy to be around. But there is, none the less, a sense of change, which, like all well rounded fully realised adults, I fight against with all I have.
See, you might say to me that yes, this change or that change is good and right and proper, but until I step off the cliff and land in the water, I’m going to hedge and edge and worry and doubt and fret and wonder and argue and … just take the jump!
Seeing him snuggle under his Minions duvet, so happy and cosy, was a treat, it was delightful. I have the best kid in the world, so my life is a lot easier than others. And he seemed to take to it with ease, other than difficulties on his parents’ part in deciding the bedtime routine. But he is not a baby, not a toddler really, but a young boy. He scrambles up the stairs ahead of me with full confidence, and the same goes for everything else.
Yeah. So, there’s that.
Coffee and the coffee coffee it coffees
Here comes the start of term!
Not worried!
And here I am blogging. Seriously, though, I can see my caffeine intake go up and up this time of year. I try to give blood regularly and I can only imagine what the poor bastard on the table is like once he gets a pint of my stuff
Doctor: How are you feeling?
Patient: Like I have to clean all the things! Let’s go!
Doctor: Holy crap?
Patient: Something wrong doc?
Doctor: Your ankles just doubled! And your hair is now ginger!
Patient: Huh? (Looks in mirror)
“Arragh shite!”
The wee man knows all about coffee. Doesn’t drink it, of course, but he knows that Mummy gets her coffee after dinner and that doesn’t change. That, and the demands of life here at the moment mean that the coffee intake is due to continue, if not even increase.
I *love* you….
It is the only way, some days, I get to think clearly at all.