Dawn's Digression.
Monday, March 18, 2002
I should be working on our office newsletter, but i just don't reckon wanna. I've actually been quite productive today. Or at least I like to think I have.
Oh. My. God. Beckies.
I took this ivy that had been hanging out in the office for a couple of years and snipped it up into about 20 different little stems. Guess what? Two weeks later...I have about 20 little stems with roots! Just like that! Anyone need an ivy? I have a plethora of ivy sticks. Won't the girlfriend be pleased to come home one day and find her house full of plants? Actually, it won't even be plants. Just pots with sticks sticking out of them. Cool. It'll be like a menagerie of lucky bamboo. Only they aren't live animals or bamboo. So really, I guess it's more like a bunch of pots with sticks. Oh well. My simile didn't work. Have you guys seen that lucky bamboo stuff? Aren't they SO incredibly hideous? They are too.
Yes they are.
Whatever.
I'm telling you they are.
BUT they are so hideous that they're cute. Kinda like this cactus I used to have named Bert. It was a regular cactus. Tall, skinny, spikey. Then right on top he had this bunch of long green leaves that stood up all over. He was SO funky. I had to buy him. I have this cactus at work named Spike. Spike has lived here for over 2 years now. Spike has not grown. At all. Still the same as when I bought him. And somehow he's still alive. His companion, Puff Daddy, died long ago. But Spike, even having been decapitated, has stood the test of time. Next time I go to Home Depot I think he needs a brother. Maybe one of those with the cute pink berets on. You'd know what I was talking about if you saw it. Poor Spike. He's decrepit.
Visit from Rachel
Last night I went home to get my clothes for today and there was Rachel in my parking lot, getting ready to take home LeChat, the barfing machine. I walked up to her and she said something to the tune of "OH MY GOD. You look awful. You look beaten down." Oh, yes. It is so nice when someone who knows you incredibly well thinks you look awful. Then, a few minutes later, she leans in and starts poking at my hair and laughing. She's pointing at my gray. I've gotten a ton of it. Even more in the last month or so. I actually noticed it myself Saturday afternoon. It's getting heavy. For my age, anyway. At this rate, I really think I'll be mostly gray by 30. All those years I spent dying my hair when the natural color wasn't really that bad has come to bite me on the butt. Now, I'll have to dye it. Unless it turns out to be that pretty gray very few have. Right. Anyway, Rach kept laughing and saying I'm getting old. And talking about how lucky she is that she doesn't have any gray. blah blah blah. Just kinda wanted to smack her a little bit. But I didn't. I pouted instead. I think the pouting was more effective, anyway.
The left side of my head hurts. I think it is because of my teeth. I'm going to the dentist on Thursday, though. But, man, it hurts. My head, my ear, my teeth. ugh. I'm a barrel of monkeys, aren't I? Woo-hoo!
I packed my first box the other night. It wasn't so bad. I made my little index of what is inside the box and taped it on the outside. That way when I go to storage to find something, I can just look at the indices and see what box it is in. No digging around. At least that is what will happen with that one box. The other boxes, I am not 100% sure that will happen with. But it is a nice start.
My poor girlfriend has been cleaning out all her stuff. I feel incredibly sorry for her. She is a pack rat. I can't believe some of the stuff she has. Well, okay, I can. I've dated other pack rats. She doesn't complain too much about having to pack up all her things, though. I don't know if it is difficult to reorganize your home to add someone to it or not. I've never been there. But it seems like it would be a pain in the butt. I have to say, thus far she has been accommodating. Me too. I just kind of let her figure out for herself what she should remove. I don't want to be pushy. Or be like I'm coming in and trying to take over. I think it may be a tad rough on me for awhile to adjust to living in someone else's house. I think it will take me a few weeks at least to feel like it's my home. Possibly much longer.
Oh. My. God. Beckies.
I took this ivy that had been hanging out in the office for a couple of years and snipped it up into about 20 different little stems. Guess what? Two weeks later...I have about 20 little stems with roots! Just like that! Anyone need an ivy? I have a plethora of ivy sticks. Won't the girlfriend be pleased to come home one day and find her house full of plants? Actually, it won't even be plants. Just pots with sticks sticking out of them. Cool. It'll be like a menagerie of lucky bamboo. Only they aren't live animals or bamboo. So really, I guess it's more like a bunch of pots with sticks. Oh well. My simile didn't work. Have you guys seen that lucky bamboo stuff? Aren't they SO incredibly hideous? They are too.
Yes they are.
Whatever.
I'm telling you they are.
BUT they are so hideous that they're cute. Kinda like this cactus I used to have named Bert. It was a regular cactus. Tall, skinny, spikey. Then right on top he had this bunch of long green leaves that stood up all over. He was SO funky. I had to buy him. I have this cactus at work named Spike. Spike has lived here for over 2 years now. Spike has not grown. At all. Still the same as when I bought him. And somehow he's still alive. His companion, Puff Daddy, died long ago. But Spike, even having been decapitated, has stood the test of time. Next time I go to Home Depot I think he needs a brother. Maybe one of those with the cute pink berets on. You'd know what I was talking about if you saw it. Poor Spike. He's decrepit.
Visit from Rachel
Last night I went home to get my clothes for today and there was Rachel in my parking lot, getting ready to take home LeChat, the barfing machine. I walked up to her and she said something to the tune of "OH MY GOD. You look awful. You look beaten down." Oh, yes. It is so nice when someone who knows you incredibly well thinks you look awful. Then, a few minutes later, she leans in and starts poking at my hair and laughing. She's pointing at my gray. I've gotten a ton of it. Even more in the last month or so. I actually noticed it myself Saturday afternoon. It's getting heavy. For my age, anyway. At this rate, I really think I'll be mostly gray by 30. All those years I spent dying my hair when the natural color wasn't really that bad has come to bite me on the butt. Now, I'll have to dye it. Unless it turns out to be that pretty gray very few have. Right. Anyway, Rach kept laughing and saying I'm getting old. And talking about how lucky she is that she doesn't have any gray. blah blah blah. Just kinda wanted to smack her a little bit. But I didn't. I pouted instead. I think the pouting was more effective, anyway.
The left side of my head hurts. I think it is because of my teeth. I'm going to the dentist on Thursday, though. But, man, it hurts. My head, my ear, my teeth. ugh. I'm a barrel of monkeys, aren't I? Woo-hoo!
I packed my first box the other night. It wasn't so bad. I made my little index of what is inside the box and taped it on the outside. That way when I go to storage to find something, I can just look at the indices and see what box it is in. No digging around. At least that is what will happen with that one box. The other boxes, I am not 100% sure that will happen with. But it is a nice start.
My poor girlfriend has been cleaning out all her stuff. I feel incredibly sorry for her. She is a pack rat. I can't believe some of the stuff she has. Well, okay, I can. I've dated other pack rats. She doesn't complain too much about having to pack up all her things, though. I don't know if it is difficult to reorganize your home to add someone to it or not. I've never been there. But it seems like it would be a pain in the butt. I have to say, thus far she has been accommodating. Me too. I just kind of let her figure out for herself what she should remove. I don't want to be pushy. Or be like I'm coming in and trying to take over. I think it may be a tad rough on me for awhile to adjust to living in someone else's house. I think it will take me a few weeks at least to feel like it's my home. Possibly much longer.
Dawn, 3:30 PM
