things that happen
May. 14th, 2014 01:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineI've spent a lot of time at work in the last week where I have a bit of down time and just get overwhelmed and have to fight back tears as I try to decide what to work on next. This makes me even less productive than when I have meetings back to back to back. It also makes me not want to be at work.
I feel better when I put on my headphones and have music, podcasts, or good books, but lately it seems that the best way to get a really annoying phone call is to turn on my music. My phone rings almost immediately. So I don't turn it on, even though it would make me happy, because I'm too anxious about getting pulled away from whatever task I've started.
I need to buy new jeans. I've gotten too chubby for these ones to be comfortable. Because of my height and my weird way of carrying extra weight, jeans don't fit well. Ever. And going shopping for them is a nightmare. I know that the size on the label is a lie and has nothing to do with my self-worth and that if my clothes actually fit, I look and feel better. I just hate going shopping for jeans. Ugh.
Last night, I went to the spa and had a nice lady rub lavender oil into my scalp, hair, and neck. It was lovely and wonderful and I actually went home on a work night in a relaxed state. While there, I made a silly decision to treat myself to some rich body lotion. I liked the scent and the promise of "shimmer". It's more like "glitter". I didn't see it when putting it on this morning, but...yeah. I'm going back and forth between GLEE and WOE IS ME.
My thumbs and wrists are getting back to normal, so I've been able to start crocheting again. I'm working through my yarn stash, focusing on getting through my cotton yarns by making dishcloths. It's a little bit of luxury and practical. I like being practical. I've also made a rug for Emi's dollhouse and a coaster for my desk out of the scraps at the end of the skeins. As I work through my stash and work through the saved projects on my Pinterest page, I've been moving the projects to a new board: I did this!
Duolingo is still a good thing. I'm getting really confused by the pronouns and the form that I use for different cases or different genders. One of the downsides of this form of learning is that they never say "This goes with this and this is the pattern and this is why". They want you to learn "organically" or some such nonsense. Bah. That's not how my brain works, so I bought a laminated study guide. I need to find the pronoun section and figure out what the hell I'm supposed to be learning.
I started a Facebook page for my henna work. I decided that, if I want to build my "brand", I need to keep growing. Since I only have so much skin and so many opportunities to draw on other people, I've started drawing designs in a notebook and posting a new one daily. I draw with a marker without an underlying sketch, since that's how I apply henna. I know I could use an eyeliner or watercolor pencil to sketch on a person before applying henna, but I haven't yet gotten to a point where I want to get that complicated.
I love my kids. They're stinkers sometimes, but they're also sweet.
I'm out of graham crackers at work. This makes me sad, since I still have half a container of Jif Whips Peanut Butter with Chocolate. It's basically frosting. It's so good.
I feel better when I put on my headphones and have music, podcasts, or good books, but lately it seems that the best way to get a really annoying phone call is to turn on my music. My phone rings almost immediately. So I don't turn it on, even though it would make me happy, because I'm too anxious about getting pulled away from whatever task I've started.
I need to buy new jeans. I've gotten too chubby for these ones to be comfortable. Because of my height and my weird way of carrying extra weight, jeans don't fit well. Ever. And going shopping for them is a nightmare. I know that the size on the label is a lie and has nothing to do with my self-worth and that if my clothes actually fit, I look and feel better. I just hate going shopping for jeans. Ugh.
Last night, I went to the spa and had a nice lady rub lavender oil into my scalp, hair, and neck. It was lovely and wonderful and I actually went home on a work night in a relaxed state. While there, I made a silly decision to treat myself to some rich body lotion. I liked the scent and the promise of "shimmer". It's more like "glitter". I didn't see it when putting it on this morning, but...yeah. I'm going back and forth between GLEE and WOE IS ME.
My thumbs and wrists are getting back to normal, so I've been able to start crocheting again. I'm working through my yarn stash, focusing on getting through my cotton yarns by making dishcloths. It's a little bit of luxury and practical. I like being practical. I've also made a rug for Emi's dollhouse and a coaster for my desk out of the scraps at the end of the skeins. As I work through my stash and work through the saved projects on my Pinterest page, I've been moving the projects to a new board: I did this!
Duolingo is still a good thing. I'm getting really confused by the pronouns and the form that I use for different cases or different genders. One of the downsides of this form of learning is that they never say "This goes with this and this is the pattern and this is why". They want you to learn "organically" or some such nonsense. Bah. That's not how my brain works, so I bought a laminated study guide. I need to find the pronoun section and figure out what the hell I'm supposed to be learning.
I started a Facebook page for my henna work. I decided that, if I want to build my "brand", I need to keep growing. Since I only have so much skin and so many opportunities to draw on other people, I've started drawing designs in a notebook and posting a new one daily. I draw with a marker without an underlying sketch, since that's how I apply henna. I know I could use an eyeliner or watercolor pencil to sketch on a person before applying henna, but I haven't yet gotten to a point where I want to get that complicated.
I love my kids. They're stinkers sometimes, but they're also sweet.
I'm out of graham crackers at work. This makes me sad, since I still have half a container of Jif Whips Peanut Butter with Chocolate. It's basically frosting. It's so good.
