I’m old and grumpy…well, at least I’m working on it. I was gone this week-end. Girl had a friend over. Apparently they parked their little tushes at my computer. That’s really not a problem. What is problematic, however, is that SOMEONE MOVED THE SETTINGS ON MY OFFICE CHAIR.:cursing::fryingpan::wallbash:

Because I spend so much time in my chair, I spent what I considered a small fortune for a good one. Lumbar support, the adjustable tilt (or locked so it doesn’t tilt at all), adjustable back angle, bottom adjusts to cant forward or more level, up and down, and adjustable arms. There are four levers to make the various adjustments and every one of them had been screwed with.

Girl and I had a talk. She swears it was her friend –which I believe as Girl often sits in my chair and has never changed anything. I believe that going forward none of her friends will either.

I’m flexible about a lot of things. I loaned Girl my down jacket to wear to school today. Someone needs to reschedule dinner plans — not a problem. My husband drives my car and switches the mirrors, it’s okay. But there are some things that are darn near sacred and for those of us who spend most of their day plopped on their butt — hey, don’t touch the chair.:twisted:

I like to keep the house cool in the winter (almost always keep on a long sleeve shirt and a sweatshirt). I sure can’t sleep when it’s too warm at night. The DH, on the other hand, likes to pretend he’s on a vacation in a tropical spot. At least that’s all I can come up with when he wants to sit around in a short sleeved t-shirt. Hey, this ain’t the Bahammas.

It’s been an on-going battle for more than two decades. :wallbash:

I’m always the first one up in the mornings. In a charming combination of frugality and laziness, I often don’t notch up the upstairs thermostat when I get up. Hey, it means you get dressed faster and what’s the point? Girl and the DH are going to school and work respectively and my office is downstairs. Why throw on the heat upstairs for 45 minutes?

Yesterday morning I’m up and dressed (yep, jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a sweater over it) and I’m comfortable. Girl is dressed. She’s fine. The DH is still piled up in bed beneath the down comforter.

DH: It’s cold. It’s too cold to get up. (I’ve tried, obviously to no avail, over the years to convince him that whining in a man is singularly unattractive — he should trust me on this since I write romances)

Me: It’s not cold. It’s comfortable. I’m fine.

DH: It’s cold. Girl, are you cold?

Girl: I’m fine.

DH: Y’all are crazy. It’s freezing.

Me: You’re crazy.

DH: What’s the temperature in here? It must be 62 degrees in this house. What’s the thermostat say?

Me: How would I know — I don’t have on my glasses, but it’s not 62.

DH: Girl, go look. What’s the thermostat say?

Girl walks out in the hall. She comes back and stops in the doorway to mouth “64″ at me.

I mouth back. “69.” His glasses are downstairs. He doesn’t have a prayer of reading the thermostat. (yeah, yeah, I know, teaching Girl to lie to a parent — don’t get all righteous on me)

Girl comes back into the bedroom.

DH: Okay. How cold is it in here?

Girl: It’s 69.

DH: Dammit, it doesn’t feel like 69.

Me: You’re crazy or maybe you’re sick. It’s positively balmy in here. Just dress fast and don’t whine.

:dog::happy2::thumbsup::thankyou:

I came out of revision hibernation/seclusion last night for a much needed kickboxing class — stress release, ya know. So, I show up for my first class in a week, put my water and sweatshirt on the shelf in the back, start strapping on my hand weights, turn around and…two new chicks are standing in my spot.

I’ve been going to this class for over a year. At first I bopped around several different spots. Back row — I can’t see the instructor good enough. Front row — I’m too uncoordinated to stand on the front row. Second row, right of the instructor — I’m right handed so it’s awkward to be looking to my left. Second row, left of the instructor — in the classic words of Goldilocks — “Aw, this one’s just right.” My two friends stand in front of me, one buddy has the spot to my right, and another friend is behind me to my right. I have a nice clear view of the instructor to my right. It works for me — quite nicely I might add. Except when two newbies plant themselves there.:cursing:

I couldn’t think of any non-surly way to go up and say, “Hey, heft your butts elsewhere, that’s my spot.” And of course, everyone else in the class has their own spot as well. Only place left for me to go was front row, left of the instructor. I was not happy.:bat:

If they’re there on Thursday night, I’m going to have to address it. I’m thinking a big “X” on the mat and some simple lettering — JEN’S SPOT — might take care of it.:mrgreen::fryingpan:

Yesterday I unplugged all the phones in the house so that I didn’t even have distracting messages on answering machine to deal with. I removed the wireless card from my computer so I couldn’t Internet surf and shoved it in a load of laundry downstairs in laundry room (get it– not handy, far away). Incommunicado. And I’m still not done with these revisions. :wallbash:

So…today the phones are unplugged again…as soon as I post this, the wireless card is going back to the laundry room….

My buddy Rhonda shared this with me. I’ve taped it to my computer monitor and now I’ll pass it along to you today:

There’s nothing to worry about - EVER! Either you have control or you don’t. If you do, then take control. If you don’t, then dismiss it. Don’t waste your energy on worry. ~ Dr. Wayne Dyer

Apparently counter-culture figure Marilyn Manson is having a “mid-life crisis.” For some reason I find it hysterically funny that a guy who’s donned make-up and gone out of his way to embrace weird is indulging in something so average and typical as a mid-life crisis — but hey, I’d peg dumping your 30-something wife for a 19-year old qualifies.

For once I agree with Rosie O’Donnell re: American Idol. That’s scary because for the most part I wish Rosie would shut up and go away. Donald Trump too. That’s my version of Hell — to be stuck in a room with those two.

I’ve “discovered” Ugly Betty. Not because of the Golden Globes but because Style channel did a piece on the show tonight and I was intriqued so I had to watch the first new episode tonight. I’m hooked. I’ll be tuning in at 8 next Thursday. Anyone else out there a fan?

I ran four miles last night. Not setting any speed records, but I was just pleased to break the 5K barrier. :dog:

“Divine guidance often comes when the horizon is the blackest.” Ghandi Not that I felt that it was indicative of my state of mind that I’ve taped that to my computer screen while I continue to slog through revisions.

David Beckham is hot. Not quite sure what exactly it is about him but…wow. Here’s a Vanity Fair cover from a couple of years ago. Enjoy.

Have a lovely weekend!

If you can read this, your brain is 50% faster than those who can’t:

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Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe tuo fo 100 anc.

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I couldn’t find my slippers this morning. I looked everywhere twice. By my desk. In the kitchen. Bathroom. Den. Girl’s room. Bedroom. The laundry room. By the front door. Other bathroom. Nowhere to be found. About an hour later I had a stroke of brilliant inspiration. I checked my closet.:thumbsup: Yep, they were exactly where I’d never expect to find a pair of my shoes — in the closet.

Sometimes these first of the year resolutions to be more organized and actually following through with it can trip you up.:happy2: