I feel old as dirt! Actually I think I was here before dirt, I vaguely recall waking up as a young girl and discovering there was dirt all around me. I was going to call Moses and ask him what the hell was up but Methuselah told me to mind my own business.
OK – done whining. I’ve never been good at whining. Always wanted to be one of those girls – you know – porcelain skin, crystal eyes – when they cry they look like goddesses. Me – when I cry my nose runs and my already ruddy, peasant complexion turns downright rosacea. And I get the hiccups til I puke.
Crap – I’m still whining.
Job #1 – my own private (hell) business is filled with annoying little tasks. A huge project is winding down so, now that they don’t like the results, the nit-picky persecution of the innocent begins.
Job #2 – giant-ass retail store is killing my back. Along with not being able to cry like a lady I have never mastered the ability to look busy without really doing anything. I’m folding and lifting and carrying. I’m running from Missy to Petite (tiny women are vicious!) and then all the way over to Kids. And back again. I have promised myself that today I will make like a Diva. Only one question – what does a Diva (not) do?
Am I still whining? Or have I crossed over into bitching?
I’m gonna try perky.
Mia is doing great! And that makes me so happy. She is sneeze and wheeze free and is eating like a champ. Now that she’s not contagious I have begun the slow process of introducing her to Siren. I rotate toys and blankies back and forth so they smell each other. Mia will sleep on Siren’s blankie; Siren just smells Mia’s stuff to death and then gives me dirty looks. I also encourage Mia to visit Siren through the screen door. She’s very suspicious of this and usually stands behind me. Reminds me of how my son would hide behind me when it was time to get on the school bus.
I’m putting together a slideshow of the duo. As soon as Kodak (Not-So) Easy Shareware aligns with Photo (drop-in-the) Bucket it should be ready to post on (blah – blob) Blogger. Apparently cosmic influences must be just right – that plus I must have more than 2 brain cells available at the same moment to complete my task.
See how I can never sustain perky? I always revert to self-deprecating. It’s my charm.
I just noticed something - Dianne/Mia/Siren can be shortened to Di/Mi/Si - isn't that cute!? Positively adorable even! I hate cute.