Sun is shining, it’s bitterly cold, snow storm in the forecast.
So, I worked and I worked and I finally got my website into the format that I wanted. Template all done, then tested it in Firefox and discovered Firefox skewed it all up. Back to the drawing board. No one will ever get to see it, because by the time it’s done, my domain and hosting will expire. Today I am going to try Dreamweaver as a design tool. I used a Purple paisely piece as an Icon, and my husband being the odd person that he is said it looks like a part of female anatomy. So, now I’m not quite as pleased with it as I was and may have to reconsider!
Yesterday I finally got my passport taken care of, so in 8 to 12 weeks I will be able to cross over the canadian (or any other) border legally.
Last night due to either the perfect combination of Calms Forte & Melatonin, or White Zin I slept. Oh boy did I sleep. It was so hard to wake up this morning. I think I hit the snooze for about an hour.
Today I start my standard winter whine. My hands are already so chapped it looks like I have a nice downy fur on one of them. Off to the Beauty supply place to buy some over-night gloves.
As I type this, I’m listening to work people talk and it’s making me angry. I’m tired of people who use random situations to make drama for themselves. It’s that old Look at me! Pay attention to me! And I just want to shake the person who is doing it now, and yell at them. Stand up, doing something productive, enrich yourself and your life, and then let people look at you for your accomplishments, not for your knowledge of horrid stuff. It’s one thing to make note of a sad situation, but to interject yourself into it and make it your situation is quite another thing.
I had a dream about a Xanga person last week. Won’t bore anyone with details except for one thing, I know sort of what she looks like, and she didn’t look that in my dream. But I was staying at her house and every time she left the room, she would come back in wearing a completely different outfit.
Took my daughter to my dentist yesterday. Time for all of those wisdom teeth to come out. Plus one extra piece of a baby tooth that apparently got stuck up in there. Plus, she’s all infected so on antibiotics. I’m guessing she got my teeth, and not her fathers. Bummer for her.
Off I go.