Word of the Day: panoply 23 March 2007 So far, spring has been tolerable. It's balmy and windy and fine if it just stays this way. It won't, but I'd like it to. I'm not that fond of spring in South Texas. I'm not really that find of summer or autumn in South Texas for that matter. It's always so humid--I hate living nearly on the Gulf. Welcome spring, at any rate. The year's moving along. JD and I had our first serious bump in our marriage. I'm not going into details [it's painful enough in memory], but suffice to say, I'm not as angry at myself and him. There's much less tension, thank goodness. And not good, sexy tension, but bad, I'm going to kick your ass tension. I believe there's a little more good, sexy tension. 26 March 2007 Y'all should see the notebook I write in. It's my 'all purpose' notebook. It's a Lazio notebook that I bought in Rome but didn't use becuase it's stupid graph paper. It's horrible because the squares are so tiny and I write terribly when no one needs to read it by me. Sometimes I have to decipher my own handwriting to type it out. Any road, I've got diary entries, grocery lists, yarn lists, some of my NaNoWriMo notes, an article from Newsweek taped to one of the pages. This notebook is probably a better dichotomy of my life right now than my diary is. I believe I mentioned before how much I dislike spring. I certainly feel it now that my allergies have appeared. I haven't been able to find anything to take that works and that doesn't make me sleepy. I realized one day, on one of the more spring-like days of February after a front moved through, as my nose completely stopped up and my eyes watered every tear in the duct and I sneezed and coughed so much that I got an ab workout, that I went through a majority of high school in that very condition.. How the hell did I learn anything with all that distracting pressure in my head and that unrelievable itching in my nose. It's rediculous to think of. I've been thinking of NaNoWriMo this year. I don't know if I want to write again this year or make it an even yearthing and give myself a break. On one hand I get excited and think about stories and characters. On the other hand, I remember how painful it was and how utterly long that second week of November lasted when I seriously considered giving up. However, this year I don't pland on moving in November, not do I plan on getting sick, either. I already have a hat picked out to knit for my NaNoWriMo hat, but I guess we'll see. I was poking around craftster yesterday [at work, because they were stupid enough to give us internet here at the desk--more on that later] and found a website with very nice, beautiful yarn that's uber cheap. Finding that just gave me the warm and fuzzies because without that my stash would have been limited to pland cotton and wool [with a tiny bit of merino wool] becauase I"m not a big fan of yarns with high acrylic contents and cotton and wool is all Hobby Lobby has. As far as I know, Victoria's not graced with a yarn shop, but even if it were, I don't think I'd be able to buy a hank of baby alpaca/cashmere for $6. Until I've achieved my American dream and have enough money to stick in my ears and blow raspberries [along with splurging on yarn], I'm making everything from now on with KnitPicks yarn. That's my theory. And I'm going to start making a lot of stuff pretty soon, freals. For the longest time after Mr. Arnold took over he kept asking us to do things which required the internet up here at the front. He said, 'Oh, you need it to email and for directions and things.' I always said that I didn't think it was a good idea knowing some of the people who work up here. However, Mr. Arnold got his wish and we got the internt. From day one, people started surfing, seemingly blindly--they put messengers on the computers, Yahoo crap, Myspace crap. I recently discovered that our problems getting credit cards to authorize stemmed from our property management system's broascast message window being blocked because Yahoo considered it a pop-up. Needless to day, the middle of our three computers recently got a spyware program and it's completely messed up. I had JD show me how to use a couple of programs to get rid of it, and came up here to try to do it, but the programs couldn't even run. I told Beata that he could look at it if they paid him, but we both know that'll never happen. So God only knows when this computer will be back up. Beata said now Mr. Arnold's asking her why we need the internet up here to begin with. Get a grip, old man! All in all, my life's going okay. JD plays World of Warcraft a little too often, and I don't cook quite often enough, but I don't think that's getting in the way as much as before. Work's not even as crappy as before, but that might be becuase I'm making myself not care as much. Nowadays I do not think about work when I'm not here unless it's to tell JD about my day. I have other and better things to think about.