Um...

...didn't Columbus Day used to be a holiday? Maybe I just remember doing all those fun craft projects at school.

*Update: According to Wikipedia, Columbus Day is a federal holiday. I'm confused, because the schools are open and I am not getting holiday pay.

I Have a Sick Sense of Humor

Saw this bumper sticker last week:

Just because you're paranoid,
doesn't mean everyone's not out to get you.

Quote of the Day

The problem with socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money.
~Margaret Thatcher

Posting

Yes. Still alive. And kicking.

I just filed the insurance claim for my laptop, so it will be a while until I get it. Until then, I can only post at work or the library, and neither is an ideal choice. So I am on here updating my current reading list.

Updates: My social life is improving. I am seeing someone. He's new, so more about that later. I am getting full-time hours at work, and even more than that last month. More than I would like, but not more than I need at this point. Ah, to be independently wealthy. And my housing? For now, the house is officially off the market, so I am staying put, which of course, is great for me. Weather and work have thwarted my last two garage sales, so the living room is still a mess of boxes, which makes the cat happy, and me annoyed. Shooting for next Saturday.

Life is weird right now. But what exactly is normal? Certainly not me!

You'll Just Have to Pretend

There are two reasons that there is not a "real" picture included with this post.  First, while Rowdy-cat is totally enamoured of the boxes that are all over the house...he won't stay in one long enough for me to get an absolutely adorable photo of him climbing in and out of them.  Second (and more importantly), my house is in that period of absolute chaos that comes with sorting, resorting, pricing for a garage sale, packing up non-essentials for storage (and should I be packing those at all?), and trying to keep out the things with which to live here for the next month or so.  And I would be horrified for anyone to see it.

So you'll just have to pretend that you see me sitting here amidst all my junk.  You know, I thought I got rid of stuff during the last move!

Ruthless.  Just call me ruthless.

The garage sale is June 20th...the countdown has begun.

Really, I'm Not Psychotic

The funniest thing I overheard at work today was one of our mental health professionals on the phone with a patient's psychiatrist.  "What makes you think he's not psycotic?  He just had a conversation with three people standing next to his car, and neither the people nor the car are there...I think he's psychotic...heck, we all think he's psychotic!"

It struck me as quite humorous that this man's own doctor is clueless how nutty he is...

Quote of the Day

I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library. - Jorge Luis Borges

Garage Sale

I am so motivated right now to downsize, clean out, and start fresh! I have made a list of things that I would like for my own place, whether that happens next month, or next year. And I have created a budget and prioritized the items. So I am saving. And I am having a huge garage sale in June. I love this part of the planning and preparation when my drive kicks in and I just get in "toss that in the pile" mode. After all, how much stuff does one person actually need? Not much, when it comes down to it.

Mom

I Need This T-Shirt

It may surprise you to know that I have been accused of being sarcastic. I come by it very naturally, I assure you. (Yes, it's genetic. No, not from my mom.) And it comes in handy at times. It's great for deflecting angry patients. And co-workers. And inappropriate men. Although perhaps that's more irony than sarcasm. But you get my drift.