Butterfly's Flutter-bys

The random thoughts that flutter through my mind...

Argh.

Wrote a lengthy post this morning all about my plans for this weekend... and the internet gods apparently disapproved, because they ate it.  After doing all of the things I had previously listed, I don't have the energy to repeat the long version anymore.  Thus, I will leave it at the short version:

Spent all day (literally 11 hours) fixing my new nephew's bedroom and browbeating his mother (my youngest sister) into going through baby clothes, fetching, cleaning and setting up the crib, cleaning the carseat, cleaning and setting up the bassinette, and otherwise making sure that the kid (who is due in just over 3 weeks) will have clean clothes, a clean carseat, and a bed to sleep in.

We painted WInnie the Pooh all over the walls.  Big 18" tall Poohs, and a border of butterflies and clouds and stuff.  Now I just have to finish sewing the quilt, dust ruffle, diaper stacker, curtains and changing table pad.  (I've been trying to get her to go to Walmart with me so she could pick the material for over a month now, and I finally gave up and picked some myself, bought it, and started sewing.)  I told her that now she has to wait until I'm done and then she's stuck with it all, since she couldn't bestir herself to meet me and pick the pattern she liked. 

So that's the plan for the rest of the weekend... sewing and cleaning my house.  (Huh.  Guess this was a little longer than I intended when I sat down.) 

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 00:02 | link | comments (2) |

Help!

I want to get another tattoo, and I know exactly what I want.  I just can't find it anywhere.  I want a dragon, curled up like a puppy, sleeping.  You wouldn't think it would be so hard, would you?  Well, I can picture it in my mind as clear as day, but I can't find one anywhere... and I have virtually nothing in the way of artistic ability... so I'm not sure what I'm gonna do.  Try (and most likely fail miserably) at drawing one myself, or find someone with artistic ability who will draw it for me.

I might have to put it off for later and get my other one first.  Oshu thinks I should get a version of one of the dragons he has, and I like it, but I've really got my heart set on a sleeping dragon.  His is flying and flaming.  Not quite the same thing at all.

I guess the whole sleeping dragon thing is a symbol of how I perceive myself.  I look harmless, but if something wakes the 'sleeping dragon' in me, it's a different story.  I don't know.  I'm rambling. 

I did water aerobics tonight with the old ladies, and I am worn out.  They make it look so easy- these old ladies with their flabby arms and cellulite thighs in their shower caps and aqua shoes.  News flash- it ain't easy.  I'm far more sore now than I was last night after doing all the weight-training exercises the trainer listed for me.  That had almost no after-effect, other than some sleepiness.  Tonight I feel like I've been beaten all over.  Ignore anyone who ever tells you water aerobics is easy or not a good workout.  They lie, or they're stupid.  I'm planning to go back tomorrow- but whether I do water or weight training depends on how I feel then.  If I still feel like I do now, I might just sit in the whirlpool for an hour.

Why am I doing this?  (This being torturing myself with large scary machines and hyper old ladies.)  I am doing this because I am tired of catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror and being surprised all over again at my size.  I am tired of hearing my husband make comments (joking or not) about the size of my ass.  I am tired of seeing the adorable clothes in the really cool stores in the mall and realizing that they either don't have my size or that in my size it looks gross instead of sexy.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 23:15 | link | comments (3) |

Ha ha ha

I got out of it yet again.  The other girl who is working this summer called in- she has a bug of some kind.  Well, I can't very well move supplies from one building to the other all by myself, now can I?  (Technically, yes, I could, but that's beside the point.)  I'm hanging out at the circulation desk until our techie gets back from lunch and then it's back to shifting periodicals. 

By the time Steve gets back next week it should be all done.  Hope that makes him a happy boss.  (Happy boss = happy staff.)

I'm bored.  Nothing to do, and nothing interesting to write about. 

I'm working on a new story, but I can't work on it here (that pesky little Code of Conduct thing the university has) so I'm stuck.  I didn't even bring a book today.  Dammit.  (Yes, I know I work in a library, but it's not that kind of library.  We don't exactly have much in the way of popular fiction, and I've read all of the ones I'm interested in already.)

Oh, I forgot, I threw my HTML book in my bag this morning.  I'll read it, maybe learn something useful.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 12:38 | link | comments (2) |

Ouch.

Yeah, I'm out of shape.  I used a couple of different machines (don't ask me what they're called, I don't remember) and the pool, and the sauna (which was fun) and then went home and passed out.  Then, of course, there was the big annoying storm that kept flickering our power off and on... I finally got up and set my cell phone alarm so I'd wake up on time this morning.  Today I get to cart supplies from the old library to the new one.  Oh, no biggie, its only supposed to hit 91 today.  (Bleagh.)  Then I get to shift more enormously heavy old bound periodicals from one shelf to another.  I accused the new director of just liking to rearrange the shelves, and he said he likes to rearrange his furniture, too. 

There's an older gentleman who comes in every Friday to donate books.  Most of them are just weird old things.  I asked him today where he gets all these books, and he said that he and his wife are moving to an apartment and they have to get rid of most of their books.  He said they have a big old house and six acres of land, but at 80 it's just too much to take care of anymore, so they decided to move to town. 

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 09:14 | link | comments (1) |

I finally did it.

I joined a gym.  I will get in better shape if it kills me.  (It just might.)  I'm hoping to tone up enough before Halloween to either dress up as a genie or Rollergirl.  Maybe a belly dancer- oughta put those lessons to use, right?  I'm kinda excited about Halloween this year because now that we're in the new building we have a lot more people to dress up with us.

I'm procrastinating.  I need to shelve a bunch of books and work on shifting the bound periodicals... but I don't wanna.  I'm going tonight to get weighed and measured, and to find out just how fat I am, after work.  (I joined a Ladies Only... so at least it won't be totally humiliating.  My cousin kept trying to talk me into joining his gym, but it just ain't happening.)

Okay, enough procrastination.  On to the stacks of books.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 14:31 | link | comments |

Aaaahhh...

I did it.  Read the whole book last night.  Took from 1:30 to 5:30 this morning.  Not saying anything more.  Don't want to ruin it for anyone else.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 11:12 | link | comments (3) |

Its here!

 I have, in my possession, a copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.  I go now to read.
Bought Ethel a paperback copy of HP #1 so she could start reading them.  No way in hell she's getting her hands on my hardbacks.  They're all first American editions.  Told her if she reads all of #1 and enjoys it I'll buy her #2.  I think it's a fair deal.
Local bookstore had a big party.  We made wands and everything.  I won a box of Bertie Botts beans, which I'm afraid to open.  I wore my cape.  Lishy met me there, as did another friend.  Lots of fun.  Ethel scored a free book- a sampler of fantasy stories for kids. 
The only reason I'm still on here instead of reading is that I'm waiting for her to finish her snack.  I don't want any interruptions until I pass out.  Hope I don't drool on the book.  I think she's done.  I've waited as long as I can bear.
I'm tempted to call Lishy just to interrupt her, except that I know she'd just do it back to me in an hour or so.

Posted by: ButterflyLane at 01:11 | link | comments (1) |