...the best laid plans

I have decided that I am the poster child for "change-of-plan"--my picture is featured in Webster's. After the fabulous weekend of doing nothing-that-I-had-planned, I spent Monday buying a mattress (not planned), and tonight's plans have--you guessed it--gone by the wayside.

I have the best of intentions. I WANT to go to the gym, and I WANT to eat Thai food. Now, instead, I have to go to Chickasha and pick up bells. Then (theoretically) Dave and I are going to the gym and (actually) going to eat Thai food. Organizing the Bell Pick-Up Event of Twenty-Aught Six has turned into a massive orchestration effort. ...Getting brute force, getting an appropriate buggy, finding times that work for everyone and acutally getting everything in order...took several hours. I'm sure that had I not had to do that, those hours would have been used far less wisely.

Speaking of using time wisely, since I'm at work, I think I should do just that...

Bon apres-midi.

Whee for the weekend

So, now it's the weekend (well, the weekend's half over), and I've accomplished approximately nothing. All my (few) plans for Saturday were shot down by a surprise trip to Norman and Sunday was filled with Blanchard/sofa moving. Wahoo.

Friday I was planning to eat Thai food. Well, apparently, Bernard decided that I would have other plans as he was closed for the holiday (until TUESDAY!?! Tragic.)...so instead, Billy and I went to look at shoes and cars. We bought both, and the guy at the car place wanted to buy some Mary Kay stuff so I decided that I'd go to Norman on Saturday morning to deliver. Woot. There went one sleepin-in day. Later Saturday, the three-ring circus (aka Dave, Billy, Mom and I) decided to put in our new screen door. Three hours and a Chicago greatest hits CD later, we met with success. Well, more like they met with success. I went to Wal-Mart to forage for dinner makings and missed out on the grunting and cussing part. I made it home in time to stand back and look at the pretty door.

Spent this morning in Blanchard doing the Sunday thing, then I went with Billy to the ghetto to buy a sofa. Three hours and four thousand trips to the ghetto later, the sofa was a success in the home of someone on vacation. The sofa reeks, and there is absolutely no air in the house where we put it. Can't wait for that guy to get home! Wowza.

So I have to read the Bible in French next week, and I got a(nother) crash course in French diction. Can anyone say about ten ancient civilization names in French (I can't even say them in English)??? If so, I need you. If not, I may want you, but needs and wants have long been differentiated in my world.

Anyway, I'm off to bed to enjoy a wonderful full night's sleep. And a full morning's sleep for that matter.

Bonne nuit...

Woot.

So I'm no longer bored; for as few people as there are at work today, there sure is a lot to be done (and for the most part, the people who have to do it are the ones who are MIA). Oh well, life is wonderful anyhow--I get to eat Thai tonight. Whoo-hoo.

In other news, our fax machine sounds pitiful. If anyone knows of a sure-fire method to put it out of its misery let me know (not you, Dave)...it groans worse than any person I know!

Well, here I am...again.

So I sit at my desk, day after day, and think, "Gee. I should write down my thoughts so everyone else in the world can know what I'm thinking."

Then I realize that probably one or two other people worldwide really give a rip about what I don't do at work, but I'm here to give it a shot anyway. Maybe this time it will last for more than a summer. Don't count on it, but maybe...

I figure everyone should know what has happened to me of late (I'm not going to catch you up from my last blog...argh. Don't even want to think about that monstrous task.), so I'm just going to give you a quick rundown of the last few months.

December--Got a new full-time job as a Government Slug. Way so much better than say, David's Bridal? Gives me lots of time to study while working. Life is grand.
--Moved a friend to Las Vegas. Decided that I would never live in Sin City (well, at least not that one...)
January--Went to Baltimore to see Philip. Shopped a lot, and decided that when the niggling feeling I'd been having about that relationship turned from hair on the back of my neck to alarm bells in my head, that it was time to make a drastic change.
February--Broke up with Philip, started dating a new guy. Whee.
March--Spring Break at last!!!
April--School almost drives me over the edge...ok, Dave, just for you, I know it's a just short putt. Thai, Dave, and Billy keep me sane.
May--School's out. Kept my GPA, joined a gym, and life is grand once again.

Now it's almost Memorial Day, and I'm not prepared for the summer. There is so much to do, so little time. I can't decide on what I want to do for the summer (ballroom dance or community band?!? ... I'm such a dork.) other than the thousands of things I have already lined up. I think I'll go and figure that out now, then I will decide what to do in Chicago in July.

Hmm. Chicago. I wonder if tickets to the concert are still available? Hmm...