Since November I've responded to like 1070 questions and asked a few of my own. So it's safe to say I've spent some time there. Yeah, I like it way better than Facebook or Twitter!
Well, anyway!
There are some Dooce members that ask some very personal and/or out there kinda questions (and pholks will answer them in great detail). I've even answered some because I thought my answer could help (or entertain) a few.
A few days ago I broke down and posted personal question of mine own — because I had to know:
Click the image above to read the (maybe not so safe for work) responses (and go to Dooce Community!).
Now the thing is, here lately? I have been eating peanut butter on toast almost every day because I mistakenly bought this peanut butter thinking it was just creamy peanut butter (as opposed to crunchy). And that stuff is good!.
But I'd been getting a whiff of that "peanut butter" odor several times over the past few years. No, I didn't say anything to my doctor. There were no other symptoms and I really thought it just had to be my imagination because who's vayjayjay smells like peanut butter?
Oh, mine!
I knew I could ask this question of my Doocemates because somebody in the the community always seems to have an answer for anything. Yes, we're a very diverse group!
Well. No one did. Oh, but there were others with odd vayjayjay scents, so I still felt in good company better.
Finally I decided to ask my Darling Husband if he'd ever noticed a peanut butter scent.
(I'll let you imagine on that for a second.)
And so…
…I was able to post this for all my Doocemates to enjoy:
Click the image above to read the responses and go to Dooce Community again for even more maybe not so safe for work replies!
Which prompted me to start working on a post about my questions and remarks from my doocemates last night — oh, but there's more!
Because this morning I was gifted with a kicker!
Dooce wrote a post featuring a different community question. It's a lovely post regarding her recent wedding anniversary.And I'm reading on and on, and then to her closing line…
I haven't been feeling so well since a week ago today. I think it may be just getting used to a new med. One can hope. I'm also hoping the new med is the reason behind my eye sight sucking so badly this week, too.
*Sigh.*
Today I'm pushing myself to get some stuff done no matter how I feel. I want to avoid taking a nap, too. I need to get back to my "early to bed – early to rise" schedule again. I find I'm more productive when I get up at the crack of dawn (5-6 am) like I did today. Eight or nine am just isn't cutting the mustard.
Here is a picture of the baby cat sleeping next to my laptop:
So the upgrade is still not right, but it is more tolerable.
I've still not found another job. Wonder if it's gonna take me six months from the last job before I find another one? Mmmm…
The baby cat (TJ) is growing and growing. He's a very busy and verbal cat. And by verbal I mean he meows even more the Sophie does!
We've not had a kitten in the house in twenty years and I'd forgotten how busy they can be checking everything out, climbing and tunneling into places you don't expect.
The most surprising thing about this cat? His demands to share your people food. We've had plenty of kittens and cats before and I can tell you that none of them were ever as interested in everything we are eating like TJ is. Sophie (and Daisy in her time) will show some interest if we're eating any kind of poultry, but that is it. No other cat we've had could have cared any less about what the people in the house might be eating.
They all had an interest in what the dogs of the house were chowing down.
So we have to put TJ in Darling Son's room while we're eating — or any other time we need some space from TJ. And TJ can whine and howl so. OMG! You'd think he was dying behind that door!
TJ is very big on being in your arms when he wants to relax or sleep. He's wants to cuddle and pet your face as he drifts off to sleep.
Every animal is different, pholks. I know. I've had enough to testify such.
When I'm taking photos or videos with my cell phone I don't have any sort of movie idea in my head. It's just when I get enough to look over and pick from I come up with something to tie it all together.
I did an upgrade of WordPress and because of the new version I also had to create a new database (5sql) and everything went to hell.
And then I had to manually move my posts from my old database to the new one. Which…took…f..o..r..e..v..e..r.
And I missing so many pictures!
Things are still not the way I want them.
I'm having an awful time getting WP to accept my theme software. I don't know what the deal is with 3.0, but it hates other themes besides WP themes. Or maybe it just hates my favorite theme software.
And I want my two sidebars back! Boo, hoo, hoo.
I think all my posts and comments are visible now. It also looks like commenting is enabled again.
Did I tell you I was pulling my hair out over here?
I took a nap on Saturday and on Sunday I took two, but at nine pm I started getting the big yawnies anyway (darling hubby pointed out that it was my usual bedtime) so I made a pot of coffee.
Working 11pm to 7am is so completely the opposite of being on the floor from 7am to 3pm. The quiet — we don’t even use the overhead announcer because people are sleeping. The lights are off or dimmed low. The phones are so quiet I was surprised when one finally rang and the patient call phone? Maybe averaging 2 calls an hour…
The nurses and techs seem friendlier and more welcoming, too. It prolly all boils down to the welcome calmness of third shift.
My biggest worry about working third shift was also being responsible for the third floor above us, but that turned out to be nearly less than perfunctory. Seriously. We went up there around 3am to see if they needed us to do anything for them. They had a tech manning one desk and nurses were hanging out at the other. Turns out they only have 12 beds up there and all those people were sleeping, too!
About 4am I was struck with becoming sleepy and the desire only increased until I was finally in my bed a little before nine this morning.
I’d planned to be in bed by 7:30 am, but I’d forgotten I had to have my TB test read today and begin the series of MMR shots, too. So I had to come home, pick up hubby, go back to work and carry on from there. Then there was a little task about a bank deposit.
I woke up a few times to discover Lily on the bed with me, somewhere on the floor, or lying in the bathroom. The Minikins kept to her crate. Lily woke me up at three just as she would any other "morning" starting with the paw on my shoulder, then my face, and on and on. She was ready to get up and go outside for a bit.
Laughter type panting, "Wanna go outside now, Mommy Lady. You get up now so we can go outside now."
Well that’s what I heard anyway.
So now it’s after nearly 5:30pm and I’m feeling sleepy again. May have to go take a little nappy…
When I get home I am so tired I just wanna eat comforting foods and go to bed. I don’t, but I don’t do much more either.
I like to get up at 4 am (3 hours before I have to be at work) to enjoy my dogs, coffee, email, some very light chores, and some breakfast before I take a shower, etc.
Then I’m at work and in training all day. The clerical desk is a very active spot on the floor, and while I am having a lot of fun what with all the learning and doing, I’m still an introvert and being with all this all day just wears me out.
It’s hard to make myself come home and do anything.
But I’m starting to get better at that.
I’ve not been to the gym at all since I started working. I can’t figure out a time to go. My morning is already booked and going when I get off means I’d be getting a second wind of energy just when I need to go to bed (by 9 pm!). I can’t mess with what sleep I do get.
All this newness et al means I wake up several times during the night — after just having had a dream regarding something I learned that day at work…
So I come home, have something to eat, throw a load of laundry in the machine, check my email, read some blogs, take care of the snail mail. And the DOGS! I miss them so much!
I have to change my bed linens my next day off. I just have to. Can’t…put…off…any…longer.
Tokenbloggeris a middle aged fat lady who lives in a small Victorian cottage (in historic Lexington, Kentucky USA) with her husband of 28 years, 2 dogs, a cat, and a tortoise. She is the mother to one adult child who recently returned home (with his dog) to "attend" college --- and now he has a new kitten, too!
Tokenblogger is recently unemployed. While looking for a new position Tokenblogger also does stuff like:
write
keep house
hang out with the pets
walk the neighborhood
blog (write)
draw
read (books!)
cruise the internet
some website design
write
nap
visit friends and family
listen to the radio
and her iTunes collection
watch television
write
work on her wellness
in mind & body
get through each day
write
and some other … stuff.
Tokenblogger has a favorite color, too. Take a wild guess, will ya!