More weekend stuff.

I uploaded a bunch of pictures to my flickr. I seem to do them in batches.

And I’m annoyed at ebay buyers. I sold a small pile of stuff, answered a HECK of a lot of questions about shipping (yes, I’ll combine) and then after they won, I sent combined shipping charges, no payment. I sent a reminder. No payment.

If it was one person, that would make sense, but out of 4 buyers, two have neglected to pay after a week. Both for multiple items. One won two auctions, the other won 4.

I may have to threaten them with neutral or even negative feedback.

But! I sold an item on etsy! I was pretty happy ’bout that.

Workout playlist

I felt like warmed-over crap when I got up this morning, and since lollygagging over the internet with a pot of tea wasn’t helping, I got the brilliant idea to get on the elliptical for a change. Hadn’t been on it in a week.

Playlist:
Moby - Alice: Moby is pretty good to space out to, and warm up to.
Pink - Sober: I just like it.
Flo Rida - Right Round: best sampling from the 80’s I’ve heard in a while
Guns n Roses - Paradise City: watched a show yesterday on the history of metal
Goodnight Nurse - Milkshake: punk cover of a Kelis song
D.A.N.C.E. - Justice: Sarah found this for me, puts me back in the roller rinks under the disco lights
Restless (f. Josh Homme) - UNKLE: another from Sarah, no idea who these guys are
99 Points of Authority - Jay Z / Linkin Park mashup

Yeah, that did the trick.

And the birthday fun has started!

Ron had to run to town for a quick something, and I figured it was flowers. It wasn’t.

It was a new pedestal sink for the bathroom! It’s a joint gift for the both of us. his birthday is in two and a half weeks. And YAY! We got to start ripping apart the upstairs bathroom! the sink up there is *nasty* with who know what on it that now amount of scrubbing or harsh chemicals would remove. And actually, a part of the enamel had been removed so that tells you how bad it is.

Then we got to moving thing and Ron took down the fake wainscoting, partly to see what’s behind it, partly because it;s ugly, and we’ll have to touch up the plaster a bit too. And then we realized that we should paint the wall before we put the sink in.

And then we  had to decide on what color to paint the bathroom. Oh, and the floor.

Ron is currently napping. For some reason he has a headache.

The birthday countdown!

Tomorrow is my birthday! I have plans, such as making cake balls. I am also going to start a new photo project, whereas I take a self-portrait once a week until I hit my 40th birthday.

That’s because tomorrow I’ll be 39, so it will be a whole year’s worth of weekly self-portraits. How very artsy fo me, huh?

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last night, Emma and Sarah wen to see monsters vs. Aliens at the movie theater (it was ladies night - all girl tickets $6) and Meaghan and I went to get the groceries. We were able to linger over the housewares department.

Sarah is all done working at both places, and when she told Emma she was now unemployed and going to be home all day, Emma said, “AWESOME!”

This afternoon, I am heading over to a neighbor’s house to show her how to turn on her computer. She never let s thought go unspoken so this should be interesting. And it’s was eerily foggy this morning, and so overcast in white the lighting is awesome so I will walk down and take my camera for some cool shots on the way. (speaking of being artsy)

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Workwise I have some new and slightly different stff on the horizon. Not sure if I’m allowed to say, but it’s kinda big I guess. It’s cool and interesting though. And a bunch of projects are finishing up (finally!) so I can get to work on my own stuff and get more sites lauchend. Very cool things happening.

Just some schmuck from NB

While I’m over here hyperventilating, I thought I’d post a couple photos. See, in two fields now people think I’m some sort of expert. I just think I know stuff. I’m just some mom from New Brunswick, you know? I’m pretty sure I’ll do a good job, I kinda like public speaking. It’s just all the details involved with getting from here to there - the bits in the middle so I can show up and not once look at any notes and still deliver.

I have messy handwriting.

But at least I was a cute kid.

Emma says I look a lot like her. I could write a blog post about each snapshot there, I think.

I think I look cute in old pictures, but there’s not a lot of recent pics of me. I tried to find high school pics of me and there’s not a lot either. I am generally unsatisfied with pictures of myself, I think. they look different than just me looking at me in a mirror. At least to me they do.

I also have to get a passport and get a picture taken for that. This will be my third passport, and I have a history of.. uh.. shall we say “unique” passport shots. So bad, I shall dig them out and post them on the internet for everyone to laugh at. Doesn’t help that I’m also unhappy with my hair. It’s so bad, Ron suggested I wear a hat. “Great,” I said, “Then I’ll look like a dork. In a HAT.” Long-term readers will remember I look really bad in hats. Really really bad.

I realize this is All About Me and all, but… this is my blog. Where else am I gonna talk about me? On Thursday, it will be the TENTH anniversary of my blog. I have been writing about my life for Ten. Whole. Years.

Astounding! And? I put it on the internet, where other people *read it*.

I also realized that my kids have some, most or all of their lives documented - which is good because their baby books are empty (I never even bought one for Meaghan, poor thing). So I thought that maybe occasionally I should also fill in the blanks.

For today, you can take away a few things: I take bad passport pics. I look terrible in hats. I start writing an entry about one thing and wind up at another.

The end.

In case of Zombie attack

The other night, I clicked around the tv and sporadically watch Night of the Living Dead. It was pretty hysterical. Then the next night (or so) I had tv access again and wound up watching almost all of I Am Legend. That was pretty good, not really scary.

But then? Then the next morning, in the foggy half-light of dawn, I was awakened by gunshots. And my first thought was to make sure the zombies could not get in the house.

I hate adrenalin rushes before caffeination.

(Note: the gunshots were from some hunter, presumably near the lake because it echoed very well, who seemed like he had trouble hitting the broad side of a barn.)