For the first time in my life i’ve been pooped on.  Literally!

The sun broke through the clouds and I was enjoying some sun for lunch when something smacked my arm.  I looked down and my right arm was covered in white crap.  Luckily for me it didn’t hit my clothes and just my arm needed to be scrubbed until the skin came off.

When I was riding the elevator back up to my floor a girl told me that was a sign of good luck.  ”It is!  I swear!”  Even if it was true it’s a really crappy way (pun intended) to deliver a message of good fortune.

I mean, I just got shit on.  The only way things could go from here is up, right?

I finished the last 30 pages on Friday night. I was pretty excited to see how the second book of the Hunger Games wrapped up with only a few pages left… and then I read half of the 3rd book!

You know what else I got done on my list? NOTHING.

At some point I got it in my head I needed to get the lawn mowed. Mowing the lawn turned into most of Saturday afternoon when it should’ve taken about 30 minutes. I never remember to drain the lawn mower before winter so it was still filled with old gasoline. Of course that didn’t occur to me until about 50 pulls into starting the mower.

*pull pull* mmmrrrRRRRRRR….putt putt putt.. clunk.

Draining it, new gas and another 50 pulls later I was finally able to mow the yard. And then I was attacked all over by blackberry bushes growing from the neighbors yard.  It barely shows up and doesn’t look bad in the picture but it’s gross looking in real life.

Afterwards there was weeding. My back yard is basically one giant weed. I ended up going to the store and getting a sack of weed killer… we’ll see if that does anything. I’ve never had much luck with sprays so I got the bag of crap you spread everywhere like seeds.

When Malcolm came home from his trip we finished attacking the cables and after a few more trips to the hardware store we rewired the other side of the house for cable. Now i’ll be able to watch my cartoons in my room… SQWEEE!

Aside from lawn stuff I picked up some garden seeds and next weekend I’ll hopefully be able to start a garden. I’m only doing a small garden cucumbers, squash, broccoli and some strawberries. There’s too much on the plate this year to be tackling another huge project. The garden should probably wait too, but I somehow got another project in my head so of course I’m going to do it on top of everything else that needs to be done.

I love the feeling when you finally leave. It feels like you are just bulging with muscles. You can’t help but walk like your muscles are so big you can’t put your arms down all the way.

But by the time you get back to the office and down to your car you start to realize you can’t quite pull the seat belt down and around you. Closing the vehicle door is down right impossible and reaching for the turn signal is just a bit beyond your reach. Then I got an itch on my back… that was torture.

Today I woke up with no energy. It was a dreary over-cast day and whatever gave me so much energy yesterday was definitely not doing it’s magic today. I’ve been in a fog all day and all the soreness from the workout yesterday is definitely setting in. Normally it’s the second day things start to hurt… I must have pushed a little too hard for my first time back in a while.

I have two hours of work left. I really should go put in some cardio but I’ve been going back and forth on whether or not to go all day. I’m tired, achy and there is always so much I want to do at home. I’d really like some relaxing craft or art time… or a long bath with a book…. pretty much anything lazy.

I guess I have two hours to talk myself into not being lazy.

This morning, like most mornings, I was standing in front of the mirror brushing my teeth. Then I start giving myself the normal pep talk.

“Look at you, you’re disgusting!”
“What’s wrong with you!”
“Is that Daniel or a giant melty marshmellow??”
…
“Ok, love you, buh bye!”

I had been dragging for weeks and surprisingly I woke up with a lot of energy today. I had woken up early, packed my gym bag, put away some laundry and accomplished a few other random things around the house before setting off for work.

Perhaps it was from all the work this weekend. Malcolm and I ran some cables for TV in the other rooms. I raked and did some weed pulling in the yard. Overall it was a decent weekend. Although I still haven’t found time to finish my current painting or get anywhere on the second book of the Hunger Games.

I’m hoping tonight, after the gym, that a long bath and reading will sound amazing. Which reminds me that we really need to get a hot tub. My tiny generic tub is not really suitable for relaxing in. Especially when you’re a giant melty marshmellow.

I was excited when my Macy’s package came. I forgot I even ordered from them… probably because it took weeks to get. I guess I’m used to being subscribed to shipping clubs, like amazon’s prime where everything arrives the next day or on the second day.

I was disappointed when I saw the awesome pair of jeans I splurged on arrived and were the wrong size. I order most everything online and never have I received the wrong item. No big deal I suppose, it was bound to happen at some point. Mistakes happen after all. I looked over the receipt to make sure I didn’t order the wrong size… nope, didn’t.

In the box was a prepaid return label and all the paperwork to return it… which seemed odd to me. Either they really want to make sure everything is right or they get returns a whole lot. There was even a check box for wrong item received. I checked that and also marked that I wanted to exchange it for the correct size.

Off it went. Weeks later I find a letter in my mailbox stating I’ll be receiving a gift card for the balance. Well I don’t want a gift card, I want the pair of jeans I ordered or I want my money back. I jumped online and checked their return policy, which states I should receive a refund and gift cards are given if you ordered with a gift card…. or something along those lines.

I’m pretty laid back and often shrug things off as “things happen” but ordering from them had something go wrong every friggin’ step of the way.

Let me recap:
- took forever (this all happened over a course of months).
- wrong item
- wanted an exchange but ended up with broken dreams of awesome jeans.
- should have received refund back to my card
- never want to deal with them again so a gift card is useless.

I know I should’ve called them and started screaming but I immediately sent the gift card off to one of the gift card exchange places. Why? Because I’m seriously done. Sure I’ll lose $10 but I’d rather do that than have to deal with Macy’s again. Instead I’ll get a gift card for amazon.com where I should’ve shopped in the first place.

mmmmm… soup.

So I put the can back in my backpack and went and had Chinese instead.

MMMMM… sugar covered deep fried chicken chinese feeewd.

I’m really just biding my time until the magic pill is invented.

Every year work let’s all the parents bring in their snotty-smelly-loud offspring to do trick-or-treating around the office. I think it’s a fun and safe idea.

And every year I have toys and candy waiting for them.

See? See all this candy waiting??

I don’t even cheap out with the snack size candy – only man size candy bars here. I want your brats to be obese and insulin dependent.

Usually only a few kids stop by… I’m down in IT and people don’t like bringing their kids around the strange people down here. But this year there was not a single kid.

What is a diabetic *chomp* supposed to do *chewychewychew* with all this *lip smack* candy?

The only problem I saw was that part of the bottom picked up the kiln wash on the bottom. L Overall still pretty happy. Now I’m feeling more confident about taking the time to make something nice and actually have it turn out.

Little did I know that my kiln had a slow-clay setting on it. That might’ve been useful to know before destroying the good bowl I started with.

Tonight or this weekend I’ll be painting and glazing. Let us see how bad I can screw that up!

D: “You know, you are so lucky. You get all these opportunities to shine.”
Me: “Oh yeah, yet another opportunity to stay all night at [work]!” :-/
D: “True.”

I am lucky, he was right. Some of my projects are high profile and get looked at by the most senior level staff. But I spent all of last night here and I’d really like to just go home.

Man, I can’t wait to sleep in on Caturday.