Everything looks all weird and wonky due to the version of wordpress i was using being a little too flirty with hackers and worm viruses.
so, an upgrade!
things will return to normal tomorrow, when i have the mental stability to deal with themes and widgets and making sure my blogher ads are where they are supposed to be.
so! it should be pretty tomorrow. come back then.
Yesterday, for me, both began and ended with spiders.
First thing in the morning, I ran out to go to the post office. Headed down the outside stairs and walked straight into a huge spider web.
Fortunately, there was no spider.
And then, last night, at 9 pm, I found myself crouching over, squinting at a spiderweb and calling Brandus on my cell phone to come rescue me. At the top of those same stairs.
I had left the house at 7 to go see “Julie and Julia.” When I left, there was no web. When I came back, two hours later – two hours of HARD POURING RAIN – there it was. I barely saw it, at first, and I didn’t realize how big it was until Brandus came out with a flashlight. A huge web, across not the stairs, but the BALCONY. And smack dab in the middle, where, in the dark, I had merely seen a dark shape I knew I didn’t want to walk into, there was a huge spider.
Brandus and I both agreed she was lovely, and that it was a shame to ruin the web she worked so hard on, but I kind of needed to get into my house, and there is ONLY ONE DOOR.
Brandus brightened, as he’s insane, and he went to get a bowl and a lid, so he could catch her.
What followed took about five minutes of careful maneuvering of him with the bowl and lid, and me attempting to shine the flashlight in such a way that he could see where she was so he could grab her.
As he finally went to close the lid, I guess he missed, as he suddenly yelped and threw the whole thing down the stairs, barely missing me.
At which point he grabbed my arm, and said, “Run!”
Not one who particularily enjoys having things crawling on her, especially if I don’t know if they will bite, I ran.
The bowl and the lid are lying haphazardly on the ground outside, and I’m thinking of staying off the stairs today. I live on the second floor, but I’m sure I can make it in and out of the window, if I can just find a ladder.
She might be holding a grudge.
I have been internetless since last THURSDAY, and omg, I thought I was going into withdrawal. Turns out, on me, that looks a lot like dying of boredom. Go figure.
Will be catching up on my rss reader and suchlike, but if you’ve said anything interesting, please drop me a link.
My new workplace is..interesting. To say the least.
I got called in on the carpet on Friday, after working there a whole two weeks, and my job was threatened.
And I quote, “There are 200 people out there who would love to have your job! They would take your job in a second!”
What exactly did I do?
I went on a home visit, and then went to lunch. I didn’t call the school to check in.
I was very upset initially, but today, when i got a memo in my box about newsletters being turned in that had not been proofed very well, I realized the woman just has some emotional control issues.
I realized this because she used some of the EXACT SAME SENTENCES to describe how this newsletter thing was UNACCEPTABLE as she did to tell me my work ethic and slacking (nope, not kidding, she called me a slacker) was UNACCEPTABLE.
Newsletter vs being out of the school for three hours…
Hmmm.
I’ve come to realize this has a very specific feeling. See, while I was being yelled at, she insisted I give her the name and phone number of the family I was visiting. To check up on me. Much as you would check up on a teenager who had a history of lying to you.
That settles it. Next time she’s out of town, I’m throwing a party. BYOConstruction paper, ’cause toast forbid if you dont have any when she checks in your cabinets.
Several years ago, pre wedding, even – when Brandus and I were sitting in a movie theater awaiting a movie, a preview came on.
One brief glimpse of a little hat blowing across a black screen had me digging my fingernails into Brandus’ arm and shrieking, “MADELINE!”
I dont remember what his reaction was, although I imagine it involved wincing and swearing and a look to tell me how insane I was. But, I was right. The little straw hat with the ribbon was advertising the movie Madeline
So, you can imagine my current joy when I go in to put Voldemort to bed last night and ask him what book he wants to read. He reaches up toward the book shelf we keep the destroyable books on, pulls out a book and says, Ma-line!
He points out the “bad man,” Madeline, Ms. Clavel, the little girls, the balloons, the crack on the ceiling that looks like a rabbit.
I am deeply deeply tempted to buy him this:
I think he’d love it.
