Can I mention again that I can't wait to have knee surgery? It seems like this long planned vacation, one where I won't have to bother with the work, the irritating people, and just get to lie around, relaxed.
Albeit, drug-induced relaxed. The kind of relaxed that doctor's are required to warn that you might not wake from. But still relaxing.
5.05.2006
I wanna be like Jake
So, I feel like I've just wrastled with Heath Ledger for three months in a pup tent somewhere in Montana....exhausted, a little out of touch with the world, and really beaten up (in a good-for-me kind of way).
As of last posting I have:
-Published two reports for the agency--don't worry you won't find them on the web, they are *restricted* (aka might cause anarchy)
-Browbeat and terrorized the soul out of my idiot staff (OK, just the one idiot)
-Dealt with incredibly two unresponsive and obnoxious defense officials
-Made same two defense officials quit
-Been staffed to run another job (that's three at a time for the record) on something I know nothing about, but they "have faith" in me
-Finished final exam (mine warfare woohoo!) and research paper (how we should dismantle and defund the Department of Defense) for class
-Finished three presentations in class on stuff I know nothing about, but sound like I really do (let me tell you about defense intelligence and special forces.....)
-Went to pre-op physical therapy for the bum knee about a bazillion times in which they had me do too many hours on the stairmaster (hello! bum knee!) or balance on a half-deflated ball with my eyes closed while they chucked things at my head
In other words, I really hated my life this past month, but I was all "good for me" in the end. I didn't die NOR did I kill anyone. And nice things did happen:
-Had a wonderful birthday party--thanks, Munkeigh and K, makers of good food and cheesy psychedelic cake
-Went to Mellie's birthday party, complete with more cheese and pooh cake...yes, I said pooh
-Halfway moved wonderful boyfriend into my house (Yay! Living in sin!)
-Got cable (Bravo, MTV, and Discovery, how I've missed you so, these few years!)
-Trained pooch to not poop all over my house and be reasonably well-behaved
Now all I have to do is move the heavy furniture part of boyfriend in, one more presentation, one knee surgery, one oh-so-fun month in a leg brace, three weddings, two bridal showers, one (or maybe two) baby showers, and I'll be good to go for the year.
So, I feel like I've just wrastled with Heath Ledger for three months in a pup tent somewhere in Montana....exhausted, a little out of touch with the world, and really beaten up (in a good-for-me kind of way).
As of last posting I have:
-Published two reports for the agency--don't worry you won't find them on the web, they are *restricted* (aka might cause anarchy)
-Browbeat and terrorized the soul out of my idiot staff (OK, just the one idiot)
-Dealt with incredibly two unresponsive and obnoxious defense officials
-Made same two defense officials quit
-Been staffed to run another job (that's three at a time for the record) on something I know nothing about, but they "have faith" in me
-Finished final exam (mine warfare woohoo!) and research paper (how we should dismantle and defund the Department of Defense) for class
-Finished three presentations in class on stuff I know nothing about, but sound like I really do (let me tell you about defense intelligence and special forces.....)
-Went to pre-op physical therapy for the bum knee about a bazillion times in which they had me do too many hours on the stairmaster (hello! bum knee!) or balance on a half-deflated ball with my eyes closed while they chucked things at my head
In other words, I really hated my life this past month, but I was all "good for me" in the end. I didn't die NOR did I kill anyone. And nice things did happen:
-Had a wonderful birthday party--thanks, Munkeigh and K, makers of good food and cheesy psychedelic cake
-Went to Mellie's birthday party, complete with more cheese and pooh cake...yes, I said pooh
-Halfway moved wonderful boyfriend into my house (Yay! Living in sin!)
-Got cable (Bravo, MTV, and Discovery, how I've missed you so, these few years!)
-Trained pooch to not poop all over my house and be reasonably well-behaved
Now all I have to do is move the heavy furniture part of boyfriend in, one more presentation, one knee surgery, one oh-so-fun month in a leg brace, three weddings, two bridal showers, one (or maybe two) baby showers, and I'll be good to go for the year.
